The Word of Heaven

Chapter 211 Who am I?
Wei Qingci was silent for a long time, then said, "Yes."

Wang Ji smiled even more.

"very good."

“Be more specific,” he said.

Wei Qingci looked at the old man's indifferent smile and said in a deep voice, "The reason why Junior Brother died at the hands of the barbarians was because he was injured, and his injury was caused by you, Master."

All Yishui disciples are connected to a life lamp, and when a person dies, the lamp goes out.

Just before the life lamp went out, unparalleled sword intent poured out from it, almost cutting off the lamp.

Who in the world can have such sword intent?
Only his Master.

If not, why would he come here and say such outrageous words?
"I don't think it's wrong for you to have your own friends in your eyes, Master, but is it possible... that the sect and the inheritance can at least be equal to your friends?"

Wei Qingci's voice was filled with sorrow: "You must be aware that it is impossible for Junior Brother Liu to walk out of the wilderness after being injured, but Master, you still did it anyway."

Wang Ji said with emotion: "It sounds like I was wrong."

After hearing these words, Wei Qingci's expression did not improve, but became even more gloomy.

Wang Ji said: "And then?"

Wei Qingci lowered his head and remained silent.

Wang Ji smiled slightly and said, "If I remember correctly, a few days ago he came to me to borrow a bottle and you asked me why I did that, and I reminded you of a reason."

"The truth is that it doesn't matter who you draw your sword against, as long as you can bear the consequences."

Wei Qingci was silent for a moment, then said, "Of course I will not forget what you said, Master, but I also don't think that everything you said is right. At least, you are wrong this time."

Wang Ji looked at him quietly, the smile on his old face gradually faded, and said: "Then prove it to me."

Wei Qingci asked, "With a sword?"

Wang Ji said: "What else?"

Wei Qingci fell silent again.

Wang Ji looked at him and said calmly, "I never cared about what rules Yishui had in the past."

Wei Qingci raised his head and said softly: "Because Yishui has been your Yishui for a hundred years."

Wang Ji said: "Yes, Yishui is mine."

A hundred years ago, the world was left to its own devices.

No matter the Qin Dynasty or the Taoist sect, they all seek the Yishui River.

But he was unwilling to take a step.

The Yi River remains unmoved in the middle of its stream.

Everything comes from his personal will.

"Kill me."

Wang Ji looked at his founding disciple and said indifferently, "Yi Shui is yours."

Wei Qingci didn't say anything.

Wang Ji said, "Or you can wait until the day I die of old age and illness, hang my portrait in the ancestral hall, and then take up the sword to kill Yi Shui again, so that this place will be marked with your rules, how about that?"

Wei Qingci took a few steps back, bowed to him earnestly, and said, "Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Wang Ji understood and laughed too.

"I dare not think about this for now."

Wei Qingci raised his hand and drew the sword from his waist, Li Zhu, and said calmly and seriously: "However, if I don't hand over this sword to Junior Brother Liu today, I will be uneasy in the future."

At this moment, the two were only three feet apart.

There are countless sword practitioners in the world. Apart from the master who is standing in front of him, the strongest ones are only four people - the three heads of the three sword sects and the Southern Sword Sect.

Among these four people, there is no doubt that the Southern School of Sword Dao, led by one person, has gone the furthest on the road of cultivation, has the highest realm, and is the most powerful.

As for who is stronger and who is weaker among the other three masters, there has always been debate about this in the cultivation world.

But there is one thing that is recognized from beginning to end.

Among the four people, within three feet.

Wei Qing's poems are the best.

For many years he had never doubted this, and was therefore proud of it.

Pride is not stupidity. Even though he had left his master recently, he still hadn't thought that he could win this battle, but he... really wanted to know the gap between them.

The gap between myself and Yuhua.

What exactly is that state of mind that he longs for and dreams of?

Thinking of this, Wei Qingci drew his sword.

The name of the sword is Li Zhu, which means the light of a candle in the dark night shooting towards the distance. This sword is famous for its speed alone and few others can match it.

A ray of light appeared in the thick fog, as if the morning sun was descending to the earth.

Pointing directly at the old man sitting in the wheelchair.

This sword is so fast that there is not much difference between it and real light. It is condensed into an extreme point, which is enough to pierce more than 99% of things in the world.

Wei Qingci thought so.

Then, he suddenly realized that he had been thinking about it for a long time, why nothing happened?
wipe.

With a slight sound, blood spurted out from his abdomen, dyeing the surrounding mist bloody.

It turned out that the ray of light in the sky had long disappeared.

Together with his sword.

The winner was decided at that moment when Wei Qingci had no idea what was happening.

"ended."

Wang Ji said with a hint of annoyance, his eyes devoid of emotion, as he looked at his founding disciple.

Wei Qingci took a step back, looked down at the sword wound on his chest, and fell to the ground dejectedly.

Wang Ji continued, "Nothing in the world can be faster than the thoughts of the human heart."

Wei Qingci said: "Because this is your dojo."

Wang Ji was very disappointed, looked at him and said, "Don't let me hear such stupid words again."

Wei Qingci remained calm and said, "From the moment I drew my sword, these two words have nothing to do with me today, because this matter has nothing to do with genius or idiocy, it only depends on whether I should do it or not."

Wang Ji said, "To do something knowing it is impossible is something that scholars should do."

Wei Qingci suddenly asked, "So this is why you, Master, didn't want to leave Yishui back then?"

Wang Ji narrowed his eyes and did not answer this question. Instead, he said, "Only this time."

Wei Qingci knew that his master was not only referring to this issue, but also the opportunity to draw his sword.

If there is a next time, no matter how many reasons he has, it will be meaningless. In the end, there will be only one outcome - life or death.

Wang Ji's hanging finger fell down.

thump.

The mist that had been cut open for Li Zhu gathered again, hiding the old man's figure and making him invisible.

A voice fell into Wei Qingci's ears.

"The method of the barbarians can lead to the state of immortality."

"However."

"There's no point to all this."

……

……

This sword fight between master and disciple in Yishui is unknown to the public, just like the inheritance taking place in the mountains deep in the wilderness.

Chu Jun is digging a hole.

Gu Zhuo walked behind the girl and watched her carry out this great cause with great seriousness, which made her look unrecognizable, literally covered in dirt and dust, and there was no trace of her former beauty and pride on her face.

Digging a hole is not easy.

First of all, you have to determine what is ahead. You must not dig into an underground river for no reason. Otherwise, you will be in big trouble if you don’t die. Secondly, you have to consider the problem of collapse, as well as the direction, distance and speed...

Since the day he embarked on the path of cultivation, Chu Jun had never thought that one day he would use the sword in his hand as a shovel, hide under the mountains in the wilderness and dig a hole... such a ridiculous thing.

What's even more ridiculous is that she actually enjoys it and wants to make the process last longer.

This is not only true in Gu Zhuo's teachings that point directly to the great truth, but also in casual conversations like the one we are having now.

"What is the difference between the high priest and the monks?"

Chu Jun's voice mixed with the sound of rocks being peeled off, and it sounded a little muddy.

Gu Zhuo said: "You should ask those monks about this. If you insist, the difference is that the former is too superficial."

Chu Jun did not stop his actions. He placed his hands in front of him and easily peeled off a large piece of stone, turning it into powder that could not float.

For some reason, her already serious injuries did not become more serious as she continued to dig holes, but instead miraculously began to improve.

She thought for a moment and said, "Being superficial is not necessarily a bad thing."

Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun were three meters apart. He watched the progress of digging the hole through the flames that lingered on and on, and said nonchalantly, "So what the high priest said was true. He can indeed hear certain sounds."

Chu Jun was slightly startled, his hands became stiff, and he asked hesitantly, "Is it God's will?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Not bad."

Chu Jun said: "If we put it in the Taoist way... then it is God's will?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Although there is a difference, you can indeed understand it this way now."

After a moment of silence, Chu Jun asked, "Does God's will really exist?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Don't forget that the high priest also said two other words, human heart."

Chu Jun shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

Different from the time when he passed on the true meaning of the Taoist Canon, Gu Zhuo did not give any explanation for this.

Chu Jun was very curious whether he was unable to answer this question accurately or had strong grievances about it and was unwilling to give an answer.

"You think too much."

Gu Zhuo guessed what she was thinking and said casually, "I just think that both the will of heaven and the human heart are too complicated. It is not necessary for you to understand them now. It is stupid to be too ambitious."

Chu Jun asked, "When will it be considered unrealistic to think about these two things?"

Gu Zhuo said without hesitation: "Metamorphosis."

Chu Jun was speechless.

The next moment, Gu Zhuo gave a simple and direct explanation.

"You haven't even achieved immortality yet, and you don't even have the qualifications to be taken seriously by the White Emperor. If you think about things like the will of heaven and human nature, isn't that just unrealistic?"

Chu Jun was silent.

She vaguely felt that this sentence was describing something, but she also intuitively felt that all this was extremely far away from her and there was no need to look at it.

The positions are not equal, and you cannot see the scenery from the other person's perspective. How can you know what others are really thinking?

"Metamorphosis..."

She whispered these two words, and suddenly asked, "Is the method of the barbarians feasible?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "If you mean to use this as an aid to help a practitioner at the state of enlightenment to enter the state of immortality, then the fact is that it is feasible."

Chu Jun was not surprised, she just thought it was true. Apart from this reason, she really couldn't think of any reason why the various forces including Qingjing Temple would risk the great risk of being condemned by the world and secretly collude with the barbarians.

“There is a heavy price to pay for this, right?”

She paused and added, "I heard it from your tone."

Gu Zhuo hummed.

After waiting for a while, Chu Jun found that there was no further response.

So she also hummed once, and then twice, asking questions.

Gu Zhuo said: "I am not used to talking about things I have never actually seen."

Chu Jun thought that this sentence made a lot of sense.

Then, she thought of every word she had heard along the way, and her eyes suddenly changed drastically.

In today's world, who has the qualifications to comment on the state of enlightenment in such a contemptuous and indifferent tone?

Gu Zhuo thought for a while and said, "If we only look at that stone, that is, the mountain god of that lonely mountain, the problem that the barbarians cannot solve at the moment is that it has no real independent consciousness. It is just a statue that looks harmful."

Chu Jun subconsciously said: "That doesn't count as having intelligence?"

Gu Zhuo said: "It's difficult to explain. You can understand it as its so-called intelligence, which is essentially a kind of endless learning and deduction, allowing itself to continuously evolve."

Chu Junmo frowned, inevitably worried, and said: "If it can really evolve endlessly, who can be its enemy?"

"I thought that was the least of my worries."

Gu Zhuo's voice was as brisk as water: "Everything in the world has a limit, whether it is the body or the soul. Before it makes itself invincible, its existence will first fall into an irreversible collapse."

There is a sense of wanting to say something but stopping himself in his words.

Chu Jun didn't understand why he suddenly changed the subject, but thinking about what he said before, seeing is believing, he thought that maybe he had a similar experience before?

Thinking of this, the girl dug forward naturally.

then.

She could sense a slight sound of water, which was obviously an underground river.

A sigh sounded.

Gu Zhuo said self-deprecatingly: "I shouldn't have chatted with you."

Chu Jun was very embarrassed. He turned around and looked at him, saying seriously, "I have a suggestion."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Hmm?"

Chu Jun said seriously, "How about you take a bath? It's okay if you don't take a bath. Just clean yourself up a little. You are as dirty as a savage now. Don't you feel uncomfortable physically and mentally?"

Gu Zhuo stopped talking.

Chu Jun thought that he was worried, and said seriously: "I have no interest in people older than me."

"I repeat, I am now half disabled."

Gu Zhuo looked at her and said, "Unless you can find a hot spring for me to soak in."

……

……

Outside the wilderness, in the general's mansion.

Early the next morning, an imperial decree came from the Divine Capital and appeared in General Wang’s study.

He had no intention of neglecting the Queen. He read every word of the edict over and over again, and saw the two words in the gaps between the words - stability.

This is what the court means.

A voice sounded in General Wang's ears.

From his trusted advisers.

"The Empress should be too busy. The turmoil in the Sky Patrol Department has not yet been completely resolved. After Master Daoxiu resigned, the position of the Imperial Master is still hanging in the balance. The Zen sect's attitude towards this is still unclear. In addition, the position of the Supervisor is still vacant. These things are enough to keep her distracted and unable to take action."

General Wang said, "Is that so?"

Hearing this, the counselor hesitated to speak.

General Wang glanced at him and said gently, "Wait a little longer, wait for His Highness's order."

The "His Highness" mentioned in the sentence is of course Bai Nanming.

The counselor hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What if Your Highness never issues an order?"

"Why ask even though you already know?"

General Wang smiled, but there was no trace of happiness in his smile. He said, "No decree, isn't this the best decree?"

The counselor heaved a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I believe that not only Your Highness, but also His Majesty will support your decision, General, because your breakthrough to the Yuhua Realm is a good thing that deserves celebration by the whole country."

General Wang didn't say anything, thinking, is this really the case?

He thought about the elder who shared the same blood as him, about the unparalleled sword power that crossed thousands of miles in an instant, and about the secret that would soon be exposed to the light of day, and he remained silent.

The road ahead seemed to be covered with a layer of fog that he could not see through, but the scenery in the distance was so moving, silently telling him that as long as he walked to that position, the brilliant light of the sunrise would reflect into his eyes.

"Find the leader of destiny."

General Wang suddenly said, in a very serious tone: "I really, really want to meet him now."

……

……

The chaos in the wasteland was more exaggerated than many people initially expected.

Thousands of practitioners are like possessed people. The desires in their hearts have never faded with the passage of time. They ignore the blood and fire in the wilderness and always insist on moving forward, just because of the precious treasures that may exist there.

How could the evil demons living deep in the wilderness be an exception?
In just three short days, dozens of conflicts, large and small, broke out between the barbarians and the demon cultivators. The former suffered heavy casualties, but the latter also paid a heavy price.

The barbarians seemed to want to take this opportunity to carry out a purge and force humans to completely leave the mountains. However, instead of controlling the scale of this local war, the fighting became more intense.

Even if many ordinary barbarians died, it would not pose any threat to the evil sect like the Chiyin Sect. However, the barbarians who stood out this time were not ordinary. Among them were several strong men who were equivalent to the Immaculate Realm.

Different from the pure realm of humans, the reason why these savages keep their realm here is largely because they need to maintain their own sanity and not degenerate into pure monsters.

To put it simply, their strength is incomparable to that of ordinary Pure Realm.

This was very clearly reflected in the destruction of several evil sects in succession.

……

……

Walking in the burning flames, the high priest's face was reflected by the firelight and looked even older.

In contrast, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

That was not the light of wisdom - God never required such a thing from him, only piety.

"I see……"

The high priest casually stepped on a demon cultivator who was pretending to be dead, causing him to actually die. Then he said, "That person is not on the earth."

Behind him was the barbarian child who used to follow Yu Yang.

"Then is he in the sky?"

"No, that man is underground."

The high priest looked at the child and said with a smile: "I remember... he named himself Yu Yang, right? Please inform him that God has given him a chance to atone for his sins. Don't miss it."

The barbarian child shook his head and said, "Yu Yang will most likely reject you."

The high priest smiled even more kindly, and said, "Then he can only go to the kingdom of God and confess his mistakes in person, so I hope you can make him realize his mistakes and return."

……

……

"Is this really okay?"

"Did I make any mistakes along the way?"

"Maybe not."

"Then why do you ask?"

The mountains were covered with snow and wind, and white fog was rising slowly.

This fog is not cold fog, but steam brought by hot springs.

Gu Zhuo was sitting in the spring at the moment, leaning against the hot stone with his eyes closed, looking comfortable and relaxed as he hadn't felt for a long time.

The Sansheng Tower is constantly rotating, and the scattered breath envelops the entire hot spring, temporarily cutting off all perception.

His injuries were serious because the high priest was really strong.

In a sense, this was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life.

If San Sheng Tower and Qie Man were not there this time, he would have to use the means he was most reluctant to use and pay a price that was countless times more tragic than the current one, in order to leave the battle alive.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with his current situation, even though this was the most serious injury he had ever suffered in his life.

At a certain moment, Gu Zhuo opened his eyes and looked at his body.

The traces of the burning ghost fire were still there, scattered all over his body, mainly on his arms, calves and ankles. The most profound was the thin line on his left cheek, as if a knife had passed by.

He raised his hand and pointed to where the scars met, following the line.

In an instant, a pain like burning fire came and penetrated directly into his soul.

Gu Zhuo lowered his eyelids slightly, and his fingers did not move even for a moment.

The process was not quick, on the contrary it was so slow that it seemed as if every picture was separated, giving people a strong feeling of tightness in their chest.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the traces left by the ghost fire had disappeared.

Gu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and his body slid down, and his whole body was submerged in the spring water.

Then he let his head float above the water and said something to Chu Jun.

"How many days is the journey?"

Chu Jun was far away from him, not wanting to be embarrassed, and said, "According to the previous speed, it will take at least fifteen days."

Gu Zhuo sighed, "It's getting longer and longer."

Chu Jun reminded, "I originally estimated it to be 26 days, but this is the result of me becoming more and more skilled at digging holes."

Gu Zhuo sat up and scrubbed his body carefully with a towel.

It was not until then that he realized that his hair, which had been tied up at the beginning, was still not disheveled. He thought that the hair tie that Yingxu had found was really very strong and very useful.

Then he realized that he hadn't had such a leisurely mood for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling emotional.

The sudden moment of clarity he had that day in the valley reminded him of an extremely bad feeling, which was also the key reason why he decided to leave behind his legacy after meeting Chu Jun.

At this moment, meeting the sky again after several days, it was hard for Gu Zhuo to be in a bad mood.

Then, miraculously, he felt like talking again, after a long time.

Just think of it as the fun of taking a hot spring bath.

"You have been practicing with me for several days."

Gu Zhuo said: "How do you feel?"

Chu Jun was quiet for a moment, then said, "It's more beautiful than ever before."

Gu Zhuo was very satisfied with this answer. He thought that although he had never been a master, he was indeed very talented in this area.

"So……"

His voice was very casual: "Have you guessed who I am now?"

(End of this chapter)