The Word of Heaven

Chapter 219: A Century of Spring, Today’s Autumn

The sun is shining brightly, shining on the mountains.

It was a rare good day in the depths of the wilderness. The sky was clear without a single cloud, and as blue as porcelain carefully fired by a craftsman.

Walking in the soft snow, the wind blowing from the distant sky is still cold, but it is no longer frightening. Instead, it is a slight pain that brings clarity and is very pleasant.

Gu Zhuo's pace was not fast, but it was not lazy either. It was just a little slow because he was thinking, or looking back at his past life.

Just as Chu Jun said, he forgot from which day on, he gradually found himself trapped in a huge invisible quagmire, going deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

This situation is certainly not good. It will cause great harm to him from both the perspective of safety and interests.

The direction Chu Jun proposed as to how to save himself is correct, but the problem is that he is now too deeply involved. Entangled in a myriad of causes and effects, unless he dies, he will never have any peace for the rest of his life.

Under such circumstances, living like the admired Gu Zhuo... is really not an easy thing.

Perhaps the simplest solution is to just end it all.

However, Gu Zhuo had no intention of committing suicide at all.

the reason is simple.

He doesn't have many years left to live, and he only has these few days to live, so why must he die early?
Thinking about this, Gu Zhuo suddenly asked: "Do you think... is there anything that is more suitable for my current age? To put it simply, is it something I should want to do?"

Wang Ji rolled his eyes, thinking that this question was too simple, and said unhappily: "What else could it be? Of course, it's to avenge one's enemies and slap them in the face again and again, or else, to stay out all night and lean against the wall in the morning with the fragrance of wine, sex and money."

Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, then said, "Is there anything less vulgar?"

Wang Ji looked at him and suddenly said, "I understand."

Gu Zhuo asked in confusion: "Why don't I understand?"

"Since you are not interested in either of these two, you think they are both tacky."

Wang Ji said without thinking: "So now you want to be a saint, right? Or to put it more directly, you want to make this world the way you like it."

Gu Zhuo was silent again and said, "Actually, being a little vulgar is pretty good."

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

When he was young, he was not the old man who could only sit in a wheelchair. He acted naturally and freely without any scruples.

After a while, the laughter in Gu Zhuo's ears finally stopped.

"Is it that funny?"

"Honestly, if it was anyone else I wouldn't laugh, but it was you. I can't help it."

Wang Ji's tone was extremely sincere.

Gu Zhuo sighed.

Wang Ji pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Why not just ask your senior sister if you two can be together."

Gu Zhuo looked at him without saying a word.

"Don't look at me like that. I think this is actually very simple. How do you sing the lyrics?"

Wang Ji took a few steps back, closed his eyes, held his breath, and said in a deep voice: "Let us forget about that sea, let us start over again in the next life, let us live our lives together..."

I couldn't finish my words.

Gu Zhuo interrupted him without hesitation and said, "Stop."

Wang Ji followed suit, and when he opened his eyes his whole face was filled with smiles, he couldn't be more proud.

Gu Zhuo said: "You have a really good memory."

Wang Ji said with emotion: "It's not that I have a good memory, but my old friend said too many words like this, so I can't help but remember them vividly, and this sentence happens to be suitable for you now."

Gu Zhuo didn't want to pay attention and walked forward.

Wang Ji looked at his profile, put away his smile, and said seriously: "Just like that little girl surnamed Chu, every word I say now is from the heart, because I am your friend."

Gu Zhuo paused, wanted to say something, but in the end just said thank you.

Wang Ji didn't say anything else.

This was just a casual conversation, a casual chat between old friends, nothing more.

It is rare to have such a clear sky in the wilderness, and there is still a long journey ahead. If we don’t take advantage of this beautiful time to do what we should do, and instead focus all our attention on the endless white snow, it would be a waste.

It’s just like the spring time, which was wasted a hundred years ago, and gone like sand through fingers, never to return.

Is this autumn scenery going to be wasted again?
Thinking about these things, Gu Zhuo's mind was slightly shaken.

Gain something.

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Walking in the cold wind, walking among the white snow, looking at the black mountain peaks in the distance... Gu Zhuo and Wang Ji naturally met Chu Jun's elder.

The realm of the Taoist master Zizai of Qingjingguan is already very high, otherwise he would not have taken on the task of entering the wilderness.

What's more crucial is that although he was injured after the sword attack in the belly of Solitary Mountain, he was treated by the descending master of the temple. Even if he couldn't recover, his condition improved a lot, which became the reason why he is still alive.

When Taoist Zizai saw Gu Zhuo approaching slowly, casually holding the "Wait a minute" sword in his hand and talking to himself like a madman, it was hard not to feel extremely alert and to stop moving forward.

It was not until Gu Zhuo passed him a few steps away that he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart... and then he heard a sentence.

"I'll trouble you a thing."

Gu Zhuo's voice was very gentle, without any trace of hostility.

The body of Taoist Zizai became a little stiff, as if he felt the sword energy that had not yet been unsheathed, and he was unable to move even a step.

Gu Zhuo paused and said seriously: "Take good care of Chu Jun."

When the words fell, Taoist Zizai was slightly startled, thinking he had heard wrongly, and then he found that what he heard was true, and his expression was obviously stunned.

After Gu Zhuo left, the wind came again and entered his body through the gaps in his Taoist robe. He realized that in that brief moment, his body was completely soaked with sweat.

Taoist Zizai closed his eyes, resisted the urge to look back, and continued walking forward.

Chu Jun just stood there.

The meeting is not a very distant thing, it will only take about half a quarter of an hour, it has nothing to do with length.

The two people from Qingjing Temple looked at each other. The elder seemed to want to say something but hesitated. In the end, it was the younger one who spoke first.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm seriously injured. Maybe I won't be able to break through in the future, but at least I'm alive. How are you?"

"Please rest assured, I'm fine."

"That's good...so do you know who that person is?"

Taoist Zizai asked this question very cleverly. He did not ask who Gu Zhuo was, but asked Chu Jun.

Chu Jun's answer was exceptionally clean and neat.

"I won't tell you anything about him."

Then, more seriously, she added, "This includes Master."

The Taoist Zizai's eyes changed slightly. He thought about the words he had heard from Gu Zhuo not long ago, and remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Chu Jun looked calm and said calmly, "Because this is what I should do."

After saying this, she turned to face the other side of the mountains, with her back to Gu Zhuo who was walking away, and every step she took was so firm.

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For people living in the wilderness and the wild people, sunlight has always been the most luxurious thing, second only to power.

In the battle last night, after injuring the high priest, the leader of the Chiyin Sect had to retreat due to the cold fog, cold wind and heavy rain. However, she would naturally not let herself go far away. Instead, she found a safe place nearby and began to stabilize her injuries.

She had already thought of many things that would happen next. When her injuries would no longer have too much of an impact, she would set out to track the traces left by Gu Zhuo. Whether she used Chu Jun's life as a threat or any other method, she had to find out the solution so that the martial arts left by Yingxu would no longer be a cage that trapped her.

Thinking about these things and looking at the sunshine today, the leader of the Chiyin Sect naturally had a feeling.

——The God that the high priest was thinking of was very willing to let Gu Zhuo die, otherwise why would he allow the wasteland to welcome the long-awaited sunny weather and let all traces be exposed to the sun without hiding?

Thinking of this, the leader of the Chiyin Sect covered his lips with his hand and then coughed violently several times.

Blood spurted out from it, and the strange thing was that the moment the blood came into contact with the air, it immediately caught fire.

As those tiny flames slowly dissipated, the Chi Yin Sect Leader's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his pale face began to improve a little, with blood color returning, no longer as pale as paper.

Standing up facing the sunshine, she closed her eyes and then opened her arms, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world in her arms on the top of the snowy peak.

Ever since Yingxu's death, she would always do this when no one was around, as if this would make her feel more free and make up for everything she had lost in the past few decades.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the Chi Yin Sect Leader opened his eyes and took the first step forward.

At the next step, she stopped where she was because Gu Zhuo was standing in front of her.

The two were less than ten feet apart.

And she didn't even know when Gu Zhuo appeared!

The leader of the Chiyin sect was ready to speak.

Before this, Gu Zhuo had already spoken.

"What is your name?" he asked.

The leader of the Chiyin sect frowned.

A wind blew, causing her blood-stained clothes to flutter backwards, like a belt used for hanging.

Gu Zhuo said honestly: "It's mainly because I thought about how we talked so many times before, but I never knew each other's name. Now when I think about it, it always feels a little strange, so I asked. If you don't want to tell me, just pretend I didn't ask."

After a moment of silence, the leader of the Chi Yin sect said, "Chi Yangxia, the Chi that means late."

Hearing this name, Gu Zhuo was thoughtful and said, "Is this the origin of the name of the Chiyin Sect?"

Chi Yangxia didn't say anything, and it was unclear whether he was admitting or denying it, or something else.

Perhaps it was because today's sunshine was too bright and the autumn colors were too alluring, the world before her eyes was inexplicably confused, and scenes from the past kept floating up from the abyss of time until they reappeared.

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For thousands of years, the wasteland has remained unchanged, consisting entirely of blood and fire.

In a brutal fight, Chi Yangxia managed to survive by pretending to be a corpse. As a teenager, he hid under the wheels, trembling with his eyes closed, not daring to move even a little.

So naturally he did not see the horse thieves gathered around the wheel with great interest, lighting a bonfire, drinking and eating meat, and betting with silent eyes on how long he could endure.

As for the bet that the winner can get, it is of course the most delicate and beautiful part of the boy.

The bandits thought that this gamble would not last long, but they did not expect Chi Yangxia's will to be so firm. He did not give up until the night fell and was still pretending to be dead.

Just when the bandits by the campfire were unwilling to wait any longer, a middle-aged man in a black robe came here and became a guest.

If we put aside the final result, it was actually a very good meeting. The strange man and the bandit had a very pleasant conversation, and even if it was just greetings and politeness, it was the best kind of conversation.

Unfortunately, the boy who was pretending to be dead could no longer pretend at this moment. The scene at that time was really embarrassing.

There is nothing much to say about what happened afterwards. Yingxu, wearing a black robe, decided to take Chi Yangxia away and was willing to pay the corresponding money for this. The horse thief's murderous intent was aroused... and then nothing happened.

Chi Yangxia followed behind Yingxu, wanting to say something but stopping himself countless times. He wanted to say that he really couldn't bear it anymore, and that he didn't want to force you to save his life because of your kind words, but he never heard such a question.

The next day, when the sky cleared up, the two parted ways.

To save people, you have to save them to the end. Yingxu gave Chi Yangxia a set of skills so that the young man would have a chance to get out of the vast wilderness.

This technique has nothing to do with the Tianming Sect because he doesn't want to harm anyone.

Therefore, it is a martial art that was created temporarily and has no name.

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"As of today."

Chi Yangxia looked at Gu Zhuo quietly and said, "I still think about this incident in my dreams at midnight and ask myself, if he had asked me at that time, how would I have answered him?"

She suddenly laughed, her smile full of self-mockery, and said disdainfully: "I think too much. Today I have forgotten what I was thinking at that time."

Gu Zhuo said nothing.

For questions like this, the answer is never important; the key is always the thoughts of the person involved.

Chi Yangxia said with disgust: "This is the first time Yingxu and I met, a first time that no one else knew about."

From now on, that is the 'first side' known to only a few people.

Yingxu and the former chief of the Sky Patrol crossed the mountains and fought in the far north of the wilderness. It was unknown who won, and both were seriously injured.

In fact, Chi Yangxia did not witness this battle in person.

His realm was too shallow at that time, and he couldn't even watch from the sidelines. He could only hide in the back and watch the world change color from afar, feeling lost and fascinated.

This all sounds beautiful and normal.

"and then?"

Gu Zhuo whispered: "Why did you become like this?"

Chi Yangxia raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked mockingly: "Let me take the initiative to open my own wounds, expose my most painful experiences to the sun, and teach you to watch happily, are you dreaming?"

Gu Zhuo said: "It makes sense, but I shouldn't say it."

Chi Yangxia no longer smiled at himself, but sneered at him.

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "But it is also possible that you know that everything is your own fault and you are too ashamed to face yourself."

As soon as the words were spoken, the laughter stopped.

Chi Yangxia looked at Gu Zhuo and said expressionlessly: "You deserve to die."

Gu Zhuo said in a gentle voice: "You are anxious."

Chi Yangxia stopped talking.

The moment she uttered the word death, she had already taken action.

It was still a bright red line of blood, hidden by the bright sunlight, seeming to be there and not there, and extremely fast.

This line of blood came from Chi Yangxia's fingertips and went straight to his heart, so it's called heart blood, which is the most lethal.

No sound, no movement, no change.

The sun is still shining, the wind is still blowing, and the picture is frozen at this moment.

After a long time, Chi Yangxia still didn't see the scene that should have happened - the blood line passed through Gu Zhuo's chest, squeezing all his blood dry, leaving only the last glimmer of life.

As time goes by, only severe pain comes.

The blood line formed by her heart's blood, which even the high priest's ghost fire could not burn through, was cut off at this moment.

It's like the string of a kite that has broken.

Swaying in the wind under the sunlight.

Blood continued to flow out from the corners of Chi Yangxia's lips like a waterfall during the dry season.

She looked at the "wait a minute" in Gu Zhuo's hand expressionlessly, then looked in the direction and saw the young man standing next to her.

She didn't recognize the young man, but she knew that it was Wait a minute, so she could infer that the one who drew the sword on her was Yishui Grand Elder, one of the strongest people in the world.

She laughed, her voice full of sadness, and murmured, "I never thought that a small person like me would be worthy of you to draw your sword. I really deserve to die."

Wang Ji was too lazy to respond.

Chi Yangxia turned his head and looked at Gu Zhuo, and asked seriously: "Even this person is willing to help you, why do you have to go through so much trouble?"

Gu Zhuo didn't want to talk.

However, when he thought of himself not long ago, who had said that everything Chi Yangxia had today was all his own fault, his silence suddenly collapsed.

He said: "It was mainly because I didn't want to owe favors to others, so I went through so much trouble before. Now I have come to terms with it. I have to use the relationships that need to be used. I can't torture myself without suffering."

When saying this, Gu Zhuo's voice was very sincere, without a trace of hypocrisy.

Chi Yangxia was silent for a moment, then said mockingly: "So now you don't want to suffer anymore, then I should die."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Yes."

Chi Yangxia looked into his eyes and asked angrily, "Have you never thought of torturing me, raising me into a fat pig that is unbearable to look at, squeezing the oil and blood out of my body to light the lamp, and cutting off pieces of my flesh to cook and eat with rice?!"

"No."

Gu Zhuo walked towards Chi Yangxia, looked at the half-gloomy and half-sunny face, shook his head and said: "You think too much."

The distance was less than ten feet. Even if there was a pile of snow on the top of the mountain, how could it stop the pace of the cultivators?

It all happens in the blink of an eye.

Chi Yangxia looked at Gu Zhuo, and at the old sword that was getting closer and closer. The angry monk on one half of his face closed his eyes, while the nun on the other half of her face was still full of joy, both of them showing a look of finally being liberated.

Gu Zhuo didn't care.

The purpose of this trip is to resolve the cause and effect. The answer is no longer important.

Yes, he still wanted to know what happened between Yingxu and Chi Yangxia, and why the latter had reduced himself to what he is today. At the same time, he was still curious about what the sky of the wasteland was, why all things in this world were so silent, and obeyed the orders of a will that he could not perceive, and pursued him relentlessly to bury him forever in this land of ice and snow.

What did Yingxu do with Sizhu? What is the relationship between the Yuhua statue hidden in the belly of the lonely mountain and these two people? What role or tool does Huangren play in Yingxu's eyes...

Gu Zhuo still cares, but no longer overly so.

Chi Yangxia didn't think so. She believed that these secrets were heavy, and learning them from her was the least costly way.

It must be easier than getting the answer from the Master, right?
So, when she saw Gu Zhuo draw out his Qie Man and swing out that bright sword light, she suddenly felt extremely surprised and even frightened.

There was a slight sound, and it turned out that the head was cut off.

A thin line of blood remained on Chi Yangxia's neck.

At some point, the wind blew.

The blood line continued to widen until her two strange faces left her body and fell to the ground like ripe persimmons.

There was no blood flowing up like a waterfall, probably because too much blood was lost last night and he died cleanly.

Gu Zhuo lowered his head, looked at Chi Yangxia's head, and said, "What do you think about the answer to that question?"

Wang Ji thought about it and said, "It's probably a bit of both. At the time, he really couldn't bear it any longer, but he also wanted to grab that life-saving straw."

Gu Zhuo said: "I think so too."

Wang Ji squatted down and watched the nun and the monk on the head gradually disappear, revealing their original appearance.

It was a pretty face, not beautiful, but pleasing to look at for a long time.

He looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said, "So it's the result of not getting what you want and meeting the hatred you hate."

The six words mentioned in the words are the Eight Sufferings of Life mentioned in Zen Buddhism. They are also one of the untransmitted true scriptures and the key techniques of Changle Temple.

Changle Nunnery is on par with Cihang Temple and is the leader of tens of millions of monks in the world. It has extremely terrifying influence both in the temple and in the government. It's just that it has been keeping a low profile in recent years.

Gu Zhuo said: "I don't like monks."

Wang Ji was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked curiously: "So you like nuns?"

"Same thing, I don't like either."

Gu Zhuo felt a little tired, so he casually put down what he was holding and sat down next to the corpse and the severed head.

The sunlight poured down on him, but perhaps because of the altitude, it didn't produce much warmth.

He closed his eyes, letting the shadow of Wang Ji's soul disappear in the world, leaving him truly alone.

Time passes slowly.

I forgot when, Chi Yangxia's body was blown to the ground by the wind, causing a bang, which was somewhat scary.

Gu Zhuo didn't react at all.

His back was slightly bent, and his tied hair fell quietly to one side of his shoulder, covering half of his face. His breathing had become even, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep.

In fact, he was actually asleep.

From a certain moment last night to this moment today, the affairs of the world have come like a tide. Even if most of the things are his own fault, he will still be tired in the end.

The injuries he had suffered in the past few days poured out silently as Gu Zhuo fell into a deep sleep, leaving many wounds on his body, and blood kept flowing to the ground.

However, he seemed to feel nothing and his sleep became deeper and deeper.

When the sun reaches the zenith, the mountains sparkle.

Gu Zhuo woke up at this moment.

He opened his eyes, looked at the solitary peak in the distance that was too bright to be seen directly by the sunlight, and said softly, "What's going on?"

As the words fell, Wang Ji's figure appeared again.

It turns out he never really left.

"Quite interesting."

“It’s very boring.”

The completely opposite opinion came from Gu Zhuo.

He turned his head and looked quietly at the candle that he had thrown away before falling asleep, which was three feet away from him.

Yishui sword emphasizes the matters that occur three feet in front of you.

This was a distance that he was unable to grasp the sword at the first time, but God did not take action against him. This undoubtedly proved one thing - the other party was by no means an unconscious being that existed according to some rules.

"No matter how noble the thing is..."

Gu Zhuo stood up and said indifferently: "As long as you have self-awareness, you are destined to face an irreversible death."

After saying this, he picked up the piles of snow and built a tomb for Chi Yangxia, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)