Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 545: The mountains and rivers are safe, and the long-lived dialogue

Xueyue City is located in a villa in Cangshan Mountain.

Li Changsheng was dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance in the direction of Tianqi.

The mountain breeze blew by, lifting a strand of the other person's long hair, revealing a boyish face that made people sigh at how cruel time was, but how kind it was to him. However, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

Suddenly, Li Changsheng frowned slightly and sighed softly.

"It's been so many years since he died, and you still worry about it."

In the air, a figure walked out from the void, looming, and the voice seemed to come from ancient times: "Li Changsheng, you are still alive."

Li Changsheng's mouth twitched and he said something in a bad mood.

"You haven't even completely disappeared yet, how dare I leave first?"

Xiao Yi's shadow sighed slowly. Although it was just a projection of his will, it still carried the majesty of an emperor.

"I met a good junior and would like to ask you to help him."

Li Changsheng shook his head.

"I have long since stopped caring about worldly affairs. The three city lords of Snow Moon City are enough to represent my attitude."

"That kid looks a lot like us back then. When we were young."

Xiao Yi's shadow had a deep gaze.

"He has been recognized by the Heavenly Sword, but he is unwilling to be the one holding the chess pieces. Instead, he wants to overturn the entire chessboard."

A hint of surprise flashed across Li Changsheng's eyes, but then he regained his composure.

"Interesting. But young people should have their own world. I am an old man, so I won't get involved."

Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "You are still the same. Well, let them do it on their own."

"rest assured."

Li Changsheng pinched his chin and said comfortingly: "If it really comes to that, someone will come forward. You have been sleeping in Jiange all this time, and you may not know that a young Taoist priest with extraordinary talent has appeared in the martial arts world recently. He is very similar to me back then, and is also Xiao Chuhe's friend, but there is one difference. His realm is higher than mine, higher than I was at that time, and higher than I am now."

Xiao Yi's shadow was stunned, as if he didn't believe how perverted Li Changsheng was. He knew very well that even if he was born with the luck of heaven and earth, he would only be crushed when facing Li Changsheng.

It is hard to imagine that there is someone in the world more powerful than Li Changsheng.

“Did I miss a lot of interesting things??”

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Li Changsheng was suddenly speechless. The other party had indeed missed a lot of things, but it was not what he wanted to miss. It seemed as if fate was playing tricks on him.

"Yeah! I have indeed missed a lot of things, but when I see some things too much, I always feel like I am getting a little old."

"In today's Tianqi, the emperor is still here, and that kid has your approval. What do you think the emperor will think?"

Xiao Yi's shadow flashed and he smiled casually.

"Think whatever you want! Like you said, he's been dead for so many years, why bother with all that?"

Li Changsheng chuckled.

"You are still the same vindictive person. Even after you died, you haven't changed at all."

"Old buddy, I really want to get drunk with you again and chat about everything under the sun. Tell me, does the world we imagined exist?"

Memories flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes. An ideal attracted two different people together. They picked up the swords in their hands and slashed at the turbid world, thinking of establishing an ideal country.

But in the end, due to various reasons, this ideal became empty talk.

"It exists." Li Changsheng was silent for a long time and couldn't help muttering to himself.

There seemed to be a sword rising into the sky in his eyes, and the sword light was like a big sun, illuminating the boundless sea of ​​suffering, illuminating the dark and turbid world, and illuminating the road hidden in the darkness.

Xiao Yi's figure began to dissipate. The only reason his divine consciousness could survive until now was with the help of the dragon luck of the Beili Dynasty. Now that Xiao Chuhe has inherited the legacy, his mission should also come to an end.

“Hopefully that kid can take a different path.”

In the main hall of the last level of Jiange.

The Tianzhan Sword shone brightly in Xiao Se's hand. The ancient patterns on the sword seemed to come alive, flowing with a golden halo.

Xiao Se could feel a tremendous force coming from the sword, resonating with the true Qi in his body and flowing endlessly through his meridians. The bottleneck of the middle stage of the Free and Easy Heaven Realm was instantly washed away by the powerful true Qi.

"Sword Fairyland"

Feeling the surging true energy in his meridians, Xiao Se was shocked.

But the next moment, his brows furrowed again, because the powerful true energy did not stop after he broke through the Great Free and Easy Heaven Realm, but continued to circulate, and the speed of transportation was getting faster and faster.

"Could it be??"

An astonishing idea suddenly popped up in Xiao Se's mind. The inheritance left by Xiao Yi in Jiange might be even more astonishing than he had imagined.

"Boom~~"

A voice that only he could hear rang out, and Xiao Se felt his eyes go dark, as if the world was upside down. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a new world.

"here it is??"

"The King of Qin swept across the world, looking like a tiger, how majestic he was, wielding his sword to cut through the clouds, and all the princes came to the west."

A figure appeared in the sky above this world. He stood there, overlooking the area below. What he saw was battles, blood-stained battlefields, and the suffering of countless people.

"Illusion??"

Xiao Se couldn't make up his mind for a moment, but he could sense that this place must be an illusion.

At this moment, he was standing in the middle of the battlefield, the sound of iron hooves gradually became like thunder in his ears. The figure overlooking the world flicked his sleeves, and the scene of thousands of soldiers fighting suddenly froze, and turned into countless blood-colored sword intents crisscrossing, each of which contained the domineering momentum of splitting the land and dividing the territory.

“The emperor’s heart is not to look down on others, but to bear the people’s burden.”

The figure's voice overlapped with Xiao Yi's, and a heavy black iron sword fell from the sky and stuck three feet in front of Xiao Se.

The sword body is engraved with mountain and river patterns, and there is a crack running through the sword spine - this is the true appearance of the Tianzhan Sword.

Xiao Se closed his eyes, and in the illusion, the ten years of war flashed by like a revolving lantern. It was as if a huge rock had fallen on the lake of his heart, causing huge waves.

He saw refugees kneeling on the ground, holding up the soil, wailing, "Why do you have to burden my wife and children with the fight between the kings and princes?" He saw an old soldier guarding the broken flag alone, using a broken gun as a monument to inscribe "My homeland is where my bones are buried"; he saw a young emperor pointing a sword to the sky, and sitting in the cold night, clutching his heart, mumbling incoherently...

"I see."

Xiao Se suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the Qi in his body rushed to the sky. The blood-colored sword intent shattered one after another, turning into a stream of white light that sank into the Sky Slashing Sword. The cracks on the sword gradually healed, and golden light spots like stars appeared.

"The purpose of splitting a country is not to kill, but to use the sword as a boundary, so that the mountains and rivers will remain intact!"

Instantly, the world rolled back, and the illusion merged into Xiao Se's brows. In reality, the Sword Pavilion shook violently, Xiao Se's robes moved without wind, and the shadow of a vast river and mountains appeared behind him.

"The mountains and rivers are safe, and the people are at peace."

Xiao Se's eyes were a little complicated. Could it be that their ancestors had such ideals?

Thunderclouds were rolling outside the pavilion. Several people in Tianqi City raised their heads and looked at the rising strange phenomenon with complicated expressions.

"You're lost in thought~~"

(End of this chapter)