Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 348 Going to the appointment thousands of miles away, the enemy's country is exhausted, and the era of kings has come to an end!
Southern Chu.

It is one of the oldest vassal kingdoms in Kyushu after the fall of Xuanshang in the past.

It has gone through turbulent years, but it still has not ended, and it still occupies the vast and boundless territory of the southern border of Kyushu until now.

On this day, Ji Qiu came.

He stood on the high cliff, looking south.

It can be seen that beyond the national border, there are continuous mountains and mountains, and there is a river running straight down, running through the north and south, and rushing away for thousands of miles.

It is the largest river in the Chu Kingdom, named after Chu, full of aura.

It is said that thousands of years ago, when the Jin State was not divided, it knocked off the southern Chu pass. In order to resist the Jin lord knocking on the pass, an ancient man of Southern Chu was seriously injured in the Chu River. So far, the rivers and streams have been miraculous.

Looking across the long Chu River.

Going forward, it is the capital of Chu State - Danyang.

At this time, Ji Qiu was holding a sword in his hand.

His aura has become more and more unpretentious.

Compared with the sharpness of the Jindan period, as long as he does not use the sword now, he is just like an ordinary mortal, indistinguishable.

This can be called, back to basics.

The world today.

Zhao's Qin government dominated the three Jins, Xiping the old Qin, making the Northern Yan bow its head, and the Wei State has quelled the plague, so it should be able to drive straight in.

The king of Han is dead, and the dragons have no leader. If it is not for the bordering of Haojing, it is suspected that the emperor of Zhou will intervene, but it is just in his pocket.

So looking at Kyushu, five of the heroes of the Seven Kingdoms have gone, and the rest is nothing but Qi and Chu.

Now Mo Zhai, the great son of the Mohist school, led the followers of the Mohists to withdraw from the state of Wei and enter Qi, and the Taoist and many other masters made moves to stir up the wind and rain in the state of Qi, and only this land of Chu remained unchanged.

However, that was before.

Stepping out from among the clouds, Ji Qiu dressed in white and walked thousands of miles across in an instant. Even the vast Chu River is only a short distance away.

moment.

Ji Qiu stepped into Danyang, the royal capital of Chu State.

He was not in a hurry to find King Chu.

Instead, after entering the city, he sat down in front of a tea shed in the outer area, and then gently stroked the Tai'a sword in his hand, feeling the slight trembling from it, and lightly closed his eyes:

"Here, is there someone you care about?"

Back then in Zhao Wangcheng's Military Casting Hall, the general and Ou Yezi used his life as a sacrifice to forge this mighty sword capable of killing saints. For this reason, Ji Qiu promised that in the near future, Kill the king of Chu to quell old grievances for him.

So today, here he is.

Although the general is dead, he still has the last instinct, which still exists in this sword.

Therefore, when Ji Qiu stepped into the land of Chu, the Tai'a sword kept trembling, especially after entering the royal city.

Ji Qiu originally thought that it felt the aura of King Chu, so it couldn't hold back.

But now it seems that there are other reasons.

Shift your gaze to one side.

Ji Qiu saw a handsome young man in a blue shirt with a resolute face that seemed somewhat familiar, eating a bowl of noodles by himself in silence.

A very ordinary boy, but with some strength in his body.

As a great supernatural being who has reached the late stage of Dharma, Ji Qiu can see all the details of his body with a quick glance.

The shopkeeper with hot tea next to him seemed to have noticed Ji Qiuruo's eyes, so he put the tea in front of Ji Qiu with a smile:

"Guest, please."

Then he glanced sideways, looked at the boy who was swallowing the pasta, and just said:
"The child's parents committed a crime in the early years, and they are gone."

"I see that you are interested in him, my guest. Listen to me, forget it, there is nothing worth thinking about."

The shopkeeper was bald, touching it with a smile, and looked quite simple and honest.

It's just that his eyes were always wandering on Ji Qiu's sword placed on one side, with deep fear hidden in his pupils.

Regarding this, Ji Qiu smiled, didn't say much, and withdrew his gaze:

"It's really nothing to see."

"Who are you, that child?"

Asked casually, seemingly unintentionally.

And the bald shopkeeper seemed a little wary, but there was nothing wrong with that, and he still had a smile on his face:

"Let's be considered half an elder, watching this child grow up."

"It looked pitiful to him back then, so he stayed and ate by my side."

"Your Excellency, where are you from?"

There was some temptation in his words.

But regarding this, Ji Qiu just smiled and said nothing, picked up the hot tea, blew on the corner of his mouth, took a sip, and praised:
"Some fragrance, tea is good."

After all, he stood up, took out the tea money from his sleeve, and put it on the table:

"Outsider."

"Come here to do something in the capital."

"It's nothing, I just looked curious, and I'm free to ask."

"The shopkeeper can continue to do business, I won't stay any longer."

After all, Ji Qiu held the Tai'a sword, casually glanced at the blue-shirted boy again, and without saying hello, strode towards the majestic inner city avenue of the royal capital.

Only the remaining bald man put away his smile, looked at the hot tea in front of him, and his complexion became a little cloudy.

"Uncle Gongshu, do you know who that person is?" After Ji Qiu left, the blue-shirted boy slowly stood up.

At this moment, there was a slight cold sweat on his back, spreading all over his body.

It was just a casual look, but it actually made him feel like a light on his back.

Chi Xiao felt a little heavy in his heart.

He didn't know who that person was, but it was because of this that he felt a little uneasy.

At that time, his father was a well-known master craftsman in Chu State, but because he forged swords for the King of Chu, he suffered a catastrophe and his wife died. Even he escaped from Chu because of this incident and never came back.

There was turmoil in the family, and when Chi Xiao was still young, his father entrusted him to his good friend Gong Shuchou to take care of him.

For the next ten years or so, he kept his anonymity at the foot of the king's capital, and followed his uncle to learn the supernatural skills passed down from hundreds of schools until today, hoping that one day, perhaps in the distant future, there would be a glimmer of hope to avenge the king of Chu.

But somehow.

When he met a young man in white clothes today, his heart suddenly felt a little disturbed and touched.

Chi Xiao didn't know why this happened.

As for the bald man whom he called Uncle Gongshu, he just stared at the direction of Ji Qiu's departure, and after a long while, he said:
"I can't see any depth."

"However, it should not be the enemy of your dead ghost father, nor the blood of the Chu royal family."

"Just relax."

As he was speaking, he patted his chest, with a murderous tone in his tone:
"Uncle is here, unless those ancient people come forward in person, even if Shangqing comes, I can kill them one by one and take you away calmly!"

As the inheritor of Gongshu's lineage who masters weapons and attacks, Gongshuchou has the strength not weaker than other scholars.

Although it is impossible to be the opponent of King Chu, he still has this confidence.

But said the other side.

Walking in the street with people coming and going, far away from the tea shop.

Ji Qiu felt Tai'e's gradually calming down, and only sighed softly:
"Brother General."

"In your life, except for forging weapons and mastering the skills of heaven and man, it is really quite miserable."

Earlier in Zhao Wang City, Ji Qiu heard Ou Yezi mention that the general had a child after his death, but he didn't mention where it was, which made Ou Yezi very angry afterwards.

After all, he was the only inheritor of their lineage, but in the end, there was no news at all. You said that Ou Yezi was alone, and he didn't even see his grandchildren, so how could he be in a good mood.

"But fortunately, your son has been found, so he has an inheritor."

"I will take away what you left for the King of Chu."

"Then, it belongs to your lineage."

Looking at the crimson Tai'a sword, Ji Qiu whispered, looking at the majestic and majestic Chu Palace in the inner city, took a deep breath, rose with the sword, and then turned into a rainbow and left!

Come today with great fanfare.

For this reason, the Assassin King killed him!
In recent days, the weather has been a bit cold.

The slight cold wind makes most people like to squat at home and seldom go out.

After all, apart from the few dignitaries of the gods and blood, most of the people below are just ordinary people.

So even in Danyang, the capital of the king of Chu, the business of tea stalls in the outer city is not easy in the days when the cold winter is approaching. They can only sell some hot tea to warm their bodies. Compared with other times, the business is still somewhat affected. influences.

Helping his uncle who lives in seclusion here to send the last batch of guests away, Chi Xiao looked a little ruddy, walked outside the tea shed, looked at the majestic palace in the inner city, and clenched his fists , eyes filled with hatred.

If it wasn't for King Chu.

His father who disappeared would never disappear without a trace, and his mother, who had always been gentle and virtuous, would not die with a sword.

Those divine blood overlooking the clouds, aloof.
Chi Xiao murmured in his heart.

If he can also have those novelists who have traveled all over the world, those saints of hundreds of schools written in the biographies, especially Ji Qiu Yasheng who rose from the state of Zhao, have the same strength as the heavens and the latitudes
Maybe, the head of the King of Chu can be picked with just a flick of a finger!

Unfortunately.

The blue-shirted boy was a little frustrated.

Although he said that he had obtained the true biography of his uncle Gongshu, there was still a gap between him and the King of Chu!
That is a gap that cannot be filled even if it takes hundreds or thousands of years.

Perhaps the revenge will be avenged.

We can only see if the most powerful people from all schools of thought can blow the wind of change to the land of Chu State.

Chi Xiao looked at the Chu Palace every day, deepening his impression.

Just to remind myself, don't forget the heart of revenge just because of the abyss-like gap between them.

But today.

Originally like an ancient well with no waves, the unchanging Danyang.

However, there were some variables that no one had expected.

Boom! !

A loud noise that could shake the entire Danyang came from the palace in the center!

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar that pierced through the world:
"How dare you do that!!"

Chi Xiao remembered that majestic and domineering voice very clearly.

That was the voice of King Nanchu, the Lord of Southern Chu, who would show up every time there was a sacrifice, and use his authority to overwhelm the entire Chu Kingdom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The dull sound of war drums rang and shook in Danyang King City.

In Chi Xiao's eyes, figures of countless dignitaries of the Chu Kingdom, those high officials and gentry rose up into the sky one after another, bursting out of their own divine blood, and even two ancient princes showed their faces!
This is the foundation of the Southern Chu Kingdom!
It was a tyrannical country that was never broken even if the Lord of Jin went south!
Unknowingly, at Chi Xiao's side, Gong Shuchou, the public loser, walked out with his bald head. He was also very surprised and shocked by this:

"what's going on."

"Where did the great supernatural beings come from? Are they fighting against the King of Chu, or against the princes and nobles of the entire Chu Kingdom?"

"Unbelievable!"

People are the enemy of the country, although this is a term that can be excited and exciting to anyone who mentions it.

But thousands of years have passed in this world.

Even the most powerful king of blood and blood would not dare to be so arrogant!

For a moment, everyone in Danyang felt that there was a lunatic.

Even if they couldn't see how shocking that scene was, the impression they had had for thousands of years made them preconceived and felt that way.

However, what no one expected was.

The ancient war drum that had been beating non-stop, slowly disappeared as the battle was played.

Not only that.

The majestic and majestic palace of the King of Chu once stood tall in the distance.

At the same time, it was divided into two by some unknown force, cut into the surface, and completely collapsed with a 'bang'.

pat.

What collapsed at the same time was the heartstrings in the hearts of many ordinary people in Chu.

In the sky, there is a faint smell of blood.

It is the blood of kings, the blood of the ancients, the blood of the 'gods'.

The roar of the Lord of Southern Chu disappeared without a trace.

The ancient man in armor ran to the palace and never returned.

Nine times out of ten, many nobles died, and only the few who escaped were also bloody with broken limbs and fear on their faces.

Gongshuchou's expression froze.

He touched the arm of his head, and suddenly didn't know where to put it.

As one of the sons who can compete with Shangqing, even if he can't participate in the battle, as the situation becomes clearer, he can still vaguely perceive it.
The palace of the King of Chu is now, it seems
There is no breath of life.

"What killing god?!"

Gong Shuchou was terrified, and without further ado, he went to pull the blue-shirted boy beside him:

"Boy, come with me!"

"Today, something big happened to Danyang!"

Gong Shuqiu, who didn't know the details of the turmoil, was afraid that all the aftermath of what happened in the palace would spread to the surrounding area, so he wanted to take Chi Xiao and leave Danyang in a hurry.

But, just before he turned his feet and left.

But in the direction of the completely collapsed Chu Palace, there is a young man in white clothes who is not stained with dust, standing on a big tripod and holding a sword across the sky, as if entering a land without people.

Although the corner of his clothes was not stained with a single trace of blood.

But the breath leaking from his body is full of killing!
At this moment, Gongshuqiu's blood froze.

From that person's body, he seemed to see a person holding a sword, standing on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, talking and laughing freely!

Moreover, he still knew that person.

It was at noon, the man who drank a cup of hot tea beside him!

Not only that
After he left the inner city palace, he didn't go anywhere.

Instead, he returned to his own tea shed impartially!
In just an instant, Gong Shuchou wanted to flee with Chi Xiao.

But he suddenly found out.

At this moment, the bodies of the two of them seemed to be unable to move.

Chill came to mind, and Gong Shuchou's eyes widened.

He looked at the young man holding the sword, and his heart was overwhelmed, and he felt a sense of fear.

that person
Don't you really want to kill people in Danyang, the city of King Chu?

When the distance between the two sides is only thirty feet.

The public lost the hatred and felt desperate.

The gap is simply too great, and there is no room for struggle.

Therefore, he even closed his eyes ahead of time, as if giving up struggling.

The next moment.

The expected head landing did not happen.

Instead, there were two daggers that shone slightly cold, and were handed over by the young man:

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

The man looked kindly, only looked at Chi Xiao who was stunned for a moment, and said:

"My name is Ji Qiu. I came from the State of Zhao. I was entrusted by Brother Gan on his deathbed to avenge the King of Chu by beheading him."

After all, he flicked his fingers, and the two swords with their own characteristics, one as hot as fire and the other as cold as ice, hung in front of Chi Xiao:

"I recognized you before noon, but I didn't meet you."

"Just now I have something for you."

"The name of these two swords is: Gan Jiang, Mo Xie, I worked so hard for your parents during their lifetime. Today I will kill the king of Chu and return it to its original owner."

After a pause, Ji Qiufu spoke again:
"In addition, your mother's father, your grandfather Ou Yezi was in Zhao Wang City, and he is a master craftsman who is famous all over the world."

"He misses you very much. If you have a chance, go and see him."

After finishing speaking, Ji Qiu stepped forward in a leisurely manner, patted the young man's shoulder lightly, lowered his eyes slightly:
"Your father, for revenge, has given everything."

"If you have time, you can go to your grandfather and listen to his stories."

Just a word.

The boy was still in shock.

And Ji Qiu just swipe his fingertips, cast a divine light from Tai'a, and then without stopping, facing the slight cold wind, he walked out of Danyang, the capital of the king of Chu, which is no longer worthy of its name.

Why is it not worthy of the name?

Because from today, the king of the capital is gone.

At this point, the seven old kings have all come to an end.

Although the world is still divided.

But in time, there will be a brand new era rising slowly.

But before that, in this world on earth, there is still a final battle.

That is.
Funeral in the name of the 'Son of Heaven'.

Let this era return to 'rule of man'!
Ji Qiu's figure disappeared.

Gongshuchou and Chi Xiao regained control of their bodies.

"That person... turned out to be Sub-Sage Jiqiu!"

Panting heavily, looking at the direction of the collapse of the capital, and at the direction of the person's departure, Gong Shuchou was completely stunned.

As for Chi Xiao, holding two swords that were almost connected with his blood, he looked in the direction of Ji Qiu's departure, feeling a little confused.

The information contained too much and too scattered, which made him unable to accept it for a while.

Not only that, but at this moment, a throbbing feeling rose in the heart of the blue-shirted boy that he had never felt before.

He seemed to have vaguely seen his father who had been gone for a long time since he was a child.

"My father. Is he dead?"

The blue-shirted boy murmured, as if a little sad.

He gripped both swords tightly.

He wanted to go to the place that Yasheng said, and look for the last trace left by his father.

And where he can't see.

A middle-aged man with a beard on his chin and a bronze color on his arms, no longer as decadent as when he first met in Ji Qiu, looked at the blue-shirted boy with a relieved expression.

Immediately looking at the place where Ji Qiu left, he bowed down with full respect.

After a while, it completely turned into a spot of light and melted into this piece of heaven and earth.

There is no longer a trace.

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(End of this chapter)