Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 358
"teacher."

Looking at the huge figure of Kunpeng gradually submerging into the clouds in the sky, Cao Keng climbed up from the ruins of the cloud boat below him in a panic.

"What is our battle for?"

He looked at the unbroken Shuiyue stone in front of him, and said bitterly to the haggard figure sitting under an old locust tree inside.

He, Cao Keng, claimed to be a man of resolute heart, but at this moment, looking at the devastated cloud boat in front of him and listening to the wailing of the soldiers of the Immortal Alliance around him, he realized that everything he had spent hundreds of years accumulating was destroyed in an instant.

Especially when he saw the lifeless abyss beneath Qiushui, he discovered that what Qiushui hides is not a treasure, but a source of disaster.

I suddenly felt that what I sacrificed in exchange was nothing but nothing...

As a result, cracks began to appear in his Dao heart, and he began to doubt the meaning of all he did.

"Did we... did something wrong?"

he continued.

"Keng'er, everything you and I are in cannot be judged on the basis of right or wrong."

Just when Cao Keng was about to fall into confusion, the voice of the old man in the Shuiyue Mirror rang in his ears like iron, pulling Cao Keng out of his confusion.

"You just need to know that you drove Qiushui out of the ten states, which is a very great thing for the cultivators of the ten states."

The old man in the water moon mirror looked at Cao Keng with a smile on his face.

"Teacher, I don't understand."

Cao Keng asked puzzledly.

"Because of the existence of Qiushui, because it seals this abyss, because these sanctimonious people have been guarding their so-called balance, for thousands of years, Shizhou Xianfu began to become a pool of stagnant water. They are like pigs and sheep raised in captivity, without any aggressiveness. If things go on like this for another 1000 or 1 years, they still cannot escape the fate of being slaughtered."

Cao Keng's teacher seemed a little excited.

"Now you drive away the autumn water, you make this stagnant ten states boil again, and you make the millstone of heaven turn again. You are the savior of these ten states. It is you who make their future uncertain again, and let their Destiny is no longer the same, how can this not be considered great?"

He suddenly stood up and said impassionedly to Cao Keng.

Listening to the teacher's words, although Cao Keng's confusion still has not completely dissipated at the moment, but after a few years, whenever he recalls this incident, he will always feel his blood boil, because as his teacher said, the cultivator of the ten states The unchanging fate of the dust began to change from this moment, and he, Cao Keng, was the leader of all this.

"Then teacher, what should we do next?"

Asked Cao Keng, who had swept away some of the haze in his heart.

Hearing that on the other side of Shuiyueshi, the scarred old man suddenly grinned, showing his rotten teeth and saying:
"The next step is for 'him' to go."

"'he'?"

Cao Keng was puzzled.

"How? How am I going to take this step?"

Before Cao Keng could react, the scarred old man suddenly raised his head, looked at the blue sky above his head and laughed loudly:

"It's your turn!"

……

At the same time, hiding in a chess academy in a corner of Shizhou.

The sunset light falls on a chessboard under the tree through the gaps in the branches and leaves of a banyan tree. This is a somewhat dilapidated stone-carved chessboard. Except for a few withered and yellow leaves of the banyan tree, there is not a single chess piece on it.

And on one side of the chessboard, a bald boy lying on the side of the chessboard was drooling all over the place.

The courtyard where this banyan tree is located seems to be out of this world, quiet and comfortable, no wonder Xiao Daotong couldn't help but fell asleep.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, as if a gentle hand gently brushed off the fallen leaves on the chessboard.

Maybe it was because of the coolness in the wind, it felt a little cold on his bare head, Xiao Daotong lay on the chessboard and shivered all over, then sat up rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Master..."

Xiao Daotong touched his stomach and seemed a little hungry, so he habitually called his master.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a clear and crisp sound of falling sons reached Xiaodaotong's ears.

The sound suddenly awakened Xiao Daotong who was still in a daze.

He stared at the chessboard with his big black eyes wide open and his small mouth half-opened. The piece that appeared out of nowhere said:

"Did you fall?"

Immediately afterwards, his expression suddenly changed from surprise to joy.

"It's settled! It's settled! I can go home and eat!"

I saw the boy standing up cheering happily, shouting "Let's fall" on his short legs, pushing open the gate of the courtyard and running down the mountain in a hurry.

The birds and beasts in the mountain that had already started to rest in their nests were awakened by his shouts for a moment, and the originally quiet Chess Academy became lively.

But the quaint chessboard under the big banyan tree was still lying there quietly. On the empty chessboard, that black chess piece was particularly glaring.

It lay there quietly, like a swordsman waiting for his opponent.

this day.

The day when Qiushui disappeared from Shizhou.

A piece of news spread that excited the chess players of the ten states:
"The way of heaven has fallen."

……

Next to Baishi Mountain, under the mountain whose top has almost been cut off by half.

In a slowly moving carriage, a masked woman in black looked at a man wrapped in a white cloth in front of him, half of his body kept bleeding through the white cloth and said nervously:
"Yan Jun, why don't you heal your injury before leaving?"

"My injury is fine."

The man replied leisurely:

"It's this sword that made me feel a lot. I want to go to Hell to retreat soon."

As soon as he heard the man say that he had some insights and wanted to retreat, the woman in Xuanyi's expression froze immediately, her wonderful eyes were full of surprises and said:

"Congratulations Yan Jun!"

"Then how to deal with Yang Wanli?"

she asked next.

"Leave it to your West Prison guard first. Before I leave the customs, find a way to break his blood seal. The more you know about the... things of the Tianyan clan, the better."

As the man said, his breath began to weaken.

"Yan Jun, you still..."

"there's one more thing."

The woman seemed to want the man to rest, but was interrupted directly by the man.

"The disciple of Yang Wanli is very likely to be the sinful factor that the Guillotine League threw into the secular world back then. If I am not mistaken, Yang Wanli should have sent him to Mugusen at the junction of Yingzhou and Yanzhou."

The man solemnly said:
"Find him and kill him."

"Twilight drum?"

Hearing this name, the woman looked very surprised and said:
"This place..."

"At all costs, if you don't have enough ghosts, you can offer a reward to the ten states. In short, this son must not stay."

The woman's words were interrupted by the man again.

"Yes!"

After hesitating for a moment, the woman nodded.

……

　Thank you for the [-] rewards of Dongguo Mao. I was a little surprised that I thought that there would be no leader in this book until the end of the book. There must be a new update. If you don’t work overtime tomorrow, you will definitely add a new update.

　　Of course, I would also like to thank Wumeng Qingxuan and the minors who donated rewards last week, as well as everyone who voted for me.

　　As of this chapter, the first volume is over, let's say something.

　　It has been a very long journey for me since the novel was written.

　　I am the driver and everyone is the passenger. There are high mountains and rivers, valleys and cliffs along the way. There are regrets and confusion, excitement and joy.

　　I feel more and more that no matter what the next result is, as long as I drive to the finish line, I will definitely be able to see something that I have never seen before.

　　Thank you all for your support, good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)