The Word of Heaven

Chapter 268: The Thirty-Six Peaks Sword, Star Fighting Qi, Yu Zhengrong

Last autumn, after Chu Jun said goodbye to Gu Zhuo and left the wilderness, they went to Yishui and climbed the island in the middle of the river, which is regarded by the world as a holy place of swordsmanship.

Although she was a Taoist, she preferred to use the sword. However, that time she was not on a pilgrimage, but only to return the sword.

In the thick fog that covered the entire island, she did not actually see the old man, but only heard three words.

"You use a sword?"

"Yes."

Chu Jun answered calmly, so Wang Ji took this as an excuse to give him a gift.

At that time, she only saw the old man sitting in the wheelchair casually pointing his finger, and it seemed as if the endless mist suddenly boiled like boiling water, surging.

A clear and stern sword intent entered her heart.

At that time, Chu Jun only thought that this was a sword transmission, and did not think that there was more meaning in it. In the end, he was unable to comprehend the meaning of the sword and gained nothing, which made him feel disappointed and regretful, and his expression was complicated and difficult to hide.

This is already a very distant thing.

It was so long ago that even Chu Jun had forgotten it.

How could the master of the temple remember it?
Since he can't remember, he can only die.

or.

Even if the master of the temple could remember it, it would be useless. As long as he still had the desire to live today and the idea of ​​living with Chu Jun as his body, his death was the inevitable result.

Because this is the sword of the king.

The most remarkable sword in the world since thousands of years ago.

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In a very short time, as the sword intent appeared, Chu Jun recalled what had happened and was at a loss.

The next moment, her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly surged with raging waves, her soul felt an intense pain that almost made it split apart, she instantly became extremely weak, and her body fell down.

Gu Zhuo took a step forward and held her in his arms.

Chu Jun stared at the sky in a daze, but the sunlight was too dazzling, so she closed her eyes.

She pursed her lips, feeling the dryness on her thin lips, and whispered, "Is it because of you?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Yeah."

In the belly of the solitary mountain in the deepest part of the wilderness, he had already anticipated what would happen today after he saw with his own eyes the master of the temple descend in Chu Jun's body.

At first he didn't want to get involved in this matter, but later he had to, and he owed a huge favor to someone for it.

He had thought many times since then about how he could repay the favor.

However, he thought about the master's backup plan and how to kill him, but he never thought about Wang Ji's death.

You could have just watched from the sidelines like you did a hundred years ago, but why did you have to stand up and strike with such a sword?

Is this a sense of responsibility, or do you just want to do it because it's really boring to draw your sword and look around in confusion?
"Thank you."

Chu Jun's voice sounded again, extremely weak.

Gu Zhuo came to his senses, and after a moment of silence, he said, "You're welcome."

Chu Jun wanted to say something, but it was too late.

"My memory may not be so good in the future, so please remember a sentence for me." Gu Zhuo said.

Chu Jun was slightly startled, then said hello very seriously.

Gu Zhuo held the girl, looked at the wheelchair and waved.

The wheelchair was silently reduced to ashes.

"Thirty-six Peaks... the long sword is here."

He whispered, "Xing Dou Qi, Yu Zhengrong, this sentence should be written on his tombstone."

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo, his eyes reflecting the real sadness, and said, "I remember it."

Gu Zhuo nodded and picked it up slowly.

Then he stopped holding Chu Jun in his arms and instead carried her on his back, walking away.

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo's back and knew that there was more to him than just this one sentence. There were also countless old stories between him and the old man in the wheelchair.

Perhaps this fragment of words is the gift that the old man asked for in person but was not given?

But... no one in this world will ever know the truth, right?
Perhaps the only way to know is to look at that brand new tombstone?

Then I was drowned by the sound of the wind.

Chu Jun thought about this and felt inexplicably sad.

So she finally said in a hoarse voice the two words that had already become a fact.

"Master."

Gu Zhuo stopped.

After a moment, he picked up his steps again and hummed softly.

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"His Majesty."

The chief looked towards the White Emperor and bowed seriously.

The Weiyang Palace has returned to the human world and has become one with the divine capital.

If it weren't for the cracks that still linger on the earth, which is shocking to the sight, it would be hard to imagine that there was once a palace rising to the sky.

The White Emperor did not respond and turned to walk into the palace.

The Lord Si stared at his back and felt that this once invincible monarch looked much older today. Was it because of the morning and evening bells?

The hall was empty.

The green tree growing in the flowerpot pierced the roof, allowing the sunlight to pour in and dispel the darkness.

The White Emperor sat back on the throne.

He looked toward the human world outside the palace, saw the vermilion palace walls shrouded in sunlight, saw the births and deaths of people in the city of gods, as if he saw the joys and sorrows of the entire human world.

He was still familiar with everything in front of him, but there were no longer any extra thoughts in his mind.

Coldness, desolation, silence, and loneliness came like a tide.

The White Emperor closed his eyes.

The Sizhu's voice sounded again: "It's time for me to die."

The White Emperor opened his eyes, looked at him expressionlessly, shook his head and said, "You can't die."

After a moment of silence, the Director said, "I promised Her Royal Highness the Princess."

The White Emperor said, "You are still useful."

The boss was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said hello.

The next moment, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, soaking the front of his clothes.

The White Emperor watched this scene quietly, unmoved.

It was not until the Master's breath continued to weaken, his realm fell below the level of Immortality, and he was in tatters that he snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

After a slight sound, the Sizhu had already knelt on one knee.

This was not a kneeling thanks, but the heavy price he had to pay in order to break his oath.

If it weren't for that snap of the fingers, he would have been dead by now.

"Kill Gu Zhuo."

There was no emotion in the White Emperor's eyes, and he said indifferently: "This is the only thing you have to do next."

The Sizhu stood up and said with a smile, "Okay."

At this moment, he remembered something and asked, "What would happen if Wang Ji's last strike was aimed at your Majesty?"

The White Emperor said calmly: "Die."

Upon hearing this, Sizhu couldn't help but feel infinite emotion in his heart, and said: "I really don't know if Wang Ji regretted it before he died."

"Wang Ji will not regret it."

The White Emperor said, "He has always done what he wanted to do. It was the same when he stayed out of the matter a hundred years ago, and it is the same when he drew his sword against me a hundred years later. There is nothing to regret."

The commander was silent for a while, then said, "Is this the principle of having no regrets when making a sword?"

The White Emperor looked at him and said, "This is also the reason why you are not as good as him."

What he said was not only about the realm, but also about the indecision of the Master.

While considering state affairs, one must also settle personal grudges.

How can you possibly get what you want when you are swaying back and forth between the two banks of a mighty river?

Things like fence-sitters can only exist when others don't care about you.

Sizhu laughed and said, "I don't think I am better than Wang Ji."

After saying this, he turned and walked out of the imperial city to begin his preparations.

Prepare to kill the Taoist master, or die at the hands of the Demon Lord and end your life.

There was silence in the Weiyang Palace.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard.

The Queen is back.

The remaining snow fell on her temples, and her palace skirt was covered with blood flowers.

Her expression remained calm, and her eyes even had a kind of clarity as if washed by rain, which was very moving.

She looked at the White Emperor and asked the most important question directly.

This is also the question that countless people are concerned about.

No one could witness that almost miraculous scene and remain indifferent.

"What will happen to the people of the world who hear the sound of the bell?"

Hearing this, the White Emperor said, "It won't be a big deal."

The Queen looked at him and asked seriously, "So why did Daoxiu say that Your Majesty only has fifty years left to live?"

The White Emperor said: "I have never been a mortal."

As he said this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a smile that was somewhat mocking, somewhat disdainful, and somewhat disgusted.

The Queen understood.

The White Emperor said: "Summer insects cannot talk about ice, and cicadas do not know spring and autumn. How can people know what kind of thing is the light of the sky that is overwhelmed by the sound of the morning and evening bells?"

"Since we don't know, what can the sound of the bell do to us?"

He said: "It's nothing more than losing more than ten years of life."

The Queen sighed and said, "It turns out that ignorance is also a kind of happiness."

The White Emperor was silent for a moment, then said, "This is a kind of happiness."

The Queen Mother walked to the front of the throne, looked at the White Emperor parallel to her, and bowed again.

The White Emperor said, "You want to break through?"

"Yes."

"Because I won't be able to see another hundred years?"

"It's related to this, but it's more important to do something else." "What is it?"

“Maybe ignorance is bliss, but I can be sure that this is definitely not the happiness I want.”

The Queen's tone was very calm, as if it was a matter of course, and she said, "In return, I will spend my entire life fulfilling the unfinished wish that Your Majesty left behind."

The White Emperor looked into her eyes, saw the undisguised desire, suddenly laughed, and said, "Okay."

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Not long after leaving the solitary cliff, Chu Jun fell asleep behind Gu Zhuo.

The battle with Taoist Zizai across the border had already exhausted her mentally and physically, and the things that happened afterwards were far beyond her imagination, bringing her an unbearable burden.

The girl should have fallen into a deep sleep after the death of the abbot. She was still talking at that time just because she was trying hard not to let her real master be so lonely.

Listening to the even breathing sound coming from behind him, Gu Zhuo did not slow down, and even walked faster.

Even though his current situation is actually bad.

Whether it was letting the morning and evening bells ring or forcibly rescuing Yu Sheng, these were not things he could do now, so how could he be okay?

Walking on the rugged road, passing the collapsed houses and tree branches, the aftermath of the fight between Dao Xiu and the White Emperor has left the once bustling official road unrecognizable, and almost all of the people along the way are affected by the disaster.

A very small number of strong men from the aristocratic families and sects managed to escape from the Divine Capital by chance. They ran with all their strength as if they were crazy, and looked even uglier than a stray dog.

That's why Gu Zhuo didn't look at it.

He walked in silence on his way until Lin Wanyi appeared in front of him, along with two horses that came from nowhere.

"sorry."

Lin Wanyi looked at him and shook her head and said, "I still can't listen to you and leave without looking back."

Gu Zhuo was not surprised and said, "If you were a girl who listened to advice, how could you have suffered so much in Wangjing?"

Lin Wanyi smiled, a very pretty smile, and asked, "What can I do?"

"I'm a little tired."

Gu Zhuo handed Chu Jun over, then rode on one of the horses and said, "Take good care of her for me, and then we'll go on."

Lin Wanyi suppressed her smile and said, "Are you going to walk the rest of the way alone?"

Gu Zhuo hummed.

Lin Wanyi looked at his profile, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Since you are the Taoist master, His Majesty must kill you, so someone will come to hunt you down soon."

Gu Zhuo did not deny it because it was the truth, and said, "You are too weak."

Lin Wanyi was silent.

Gu Zhuo turned around, looked at her and said, "With your realm, there is no point in following me."

Lin Wanyi remained silent.

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "If you have some irrational emotions because of your so-called love at the beginning, then you should know now that your love at the beginning may just be an unconscious longing."

The sounds of wailing and fighting were constantly coming from afar, and they could hear them clearly.

That was the first time in many years that the world had been in chaos and war.

Gu Zhuo was still looking at Lin Wanyi.

“Of course, liking someone is important and worth a lot of effort, but first you have to make sure that it is real liking and not just self-deceiving self-touching.”

He said seriously: "I said these to you, you can understand it as a kind of kindness, because I always admire you, otherwise I would not become your de facto friend, sitting in front of the door under the eaves and chatting, so I think you can live well."

After being quiet for a while, Lin Wanyi looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and asked, "Is this why I have to leave?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Yes."

Lin Wanyi lowered her eyes slightly, said no more, hugged the sleeping Chu Jun, turned around and rode away on her horse.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the figure faded.

The old people are all in the mountain scenery.

Gu Zhuo started on his journey alone.

He waited a minute, he was not going to Xuandu in the south of the sky, he returned to his position.

He was going to the north, where there were Qingjing Temple, Yishui and Yinping Xie family. The current situation was bound to be chaotic.

The more chaotic the situation is, the more suitable it is for him now.

This is a very simple conclusion.

The wind blew, bringing a message to Gu Zhuo.

"The situation in the Divine Capital is about to be stabilized. The imperial court should soon issue an edict to tell the world that you are alive. Then... your situation may be even more difficult than Yingxu's."

That is the sound of all things.

"Not surprisingly."

Gu Zhuo said softly: "I can even imagine what will be written in the edict. It may be that as long as I am killed, all past events can be forgiven, the noble family can become the opposite sex king, and the sect can rest in peace with the country."

The horse seemed to sense the horror described in the words, and subconsciously sped up and ran towards the north.

Just at this moment, there were more rapid sounds of horse hooves.

Gu Zhuo and the winter wind were both silent.

That was Lin Wanyi who had left and returned.

Chu Jun was no longer in the girl's arms, so she rode towards him on horseback.

"do not speak."

Lin Wanyi looked at his back, her voice emotionless as she said, "I have my own reasons, and they have nothing to do with liking you."

Gu Zhuo didn't look back.

Lin Wanyi said seriously: "Your Majesty won today, which means my mother won, and she has not left any bloodline for Your Majesty until today, so I am her only daughter."

"No matter who comes to kill you, you must give me some face. This will be enough to buy you a chance of survival."

The girl's tone was extremely calm and objective as she narrated, "In this case, the lower my realm, the better. No one would dare to kill you and risk my death in the aftermath."

Gu Zhuo turned his head and looked at her who had caught up with him.

Lin Wanyi looked into his eyes and said, "As for why you asked me to do this, the reason is very simple."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Why?"

Lin Wanyi raised her head slightly, her still youthful face showing undisguised pride and stubbornness, and she said word by word: "I don't like being regarded as trash by anyone, including you."

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The thick fog gradually dissipated above the Yishui River.

Wei Qingci stood on the island in the middle of the river.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the sharp sword intent that dissipated with the mist, and didn't know what to say.

Whether it is hatred or admiration, it no longer matters after a person dies.

"Go hang the portrait of our Master in the Patriarch's Hall."

Wei Qingci's voice was slow and low: "Then... wait a minute before welcoming you back."

A fellow apprentice asked, "How do we welcome him back?"

This question was asked in a very tactful way, because it involved Yi Shui's next location.

Should we follow Wang Ji's will and become the enemy of Da Qin, or just give up?

Wei Qingci was silent for a long time, and said in a bitter voice: "Even Master is dead, who is qualified to be the enemy of His Majesty the Emperor?"

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The Taoist master is the most remarkable person in this world.

Even after the decisive battle in the capital of gods, the general trend of the world is clear as day, as vast and mighty as a river, in a situation where those who follow it will prosper and those who go against it will perish. Killing the Taoist master still requires thorough preparation.

Before the situation calmed down, the remaining strong men of the Sky Patrol had reunited.

The boss naturally sat at the top.

Qing Xiaoyue was sitting on the right, but Pei Jinge was no longer on the left.

No one knew where she and the Princess went, and the Emperor didn't seem to want to ask.

There was silence in the room.

The chief spoke, relaying the Emperor's will in a calm tone.

——Kill Gu Zhuo.

After hearing this, Qing Xiaoyue said: "I came here to return to my old age, so this matter has nothing to do with me."

The Master looked at him.

Qing Xiaoyue returned the gaze, with no strange color on her pale face, and said with a smile: "If you need a reason, then I can tell you that I don't want to get involved in this matter because he once saved Xuntiansi."

The director was quiet for a moment, then said, "I really shouldn't have been so anxious to retreat."

"It's all in the past."

Qing Xiaoyue waved her hand, signaling Qiuzhi to take her away.

The commander watched the familiar figure disappear into the distance.

Then his gaze fell on the room, and when he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly realized that there were no familiar faces there. It turned out that the Sky Patrol had changed beyond all recognition.

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When the evening breeze rose, the world already knew the outcome of the coup in the capital of gods.

All the sects and aristocratic families were defeated, and Master Daoxiu, the temple master, and Yishui Taishang all died.

Nearly half of the divine capitals were reduced to ruins, but the Qin Empire still stood in the world.

His Majesty the Emperor is still invincible.

However, this news, which should have been extremely shocking, was overshadowed by another fact.

——The Demon Lord returns.

And the Qin Dynasty spared no expense and used various means to announce to the world that the Demon Lord was a public enemy of the human world and could be killed by anyone.

At first, people didn't pay much attention to this matter.

It was not until Gu Zhuo's current state was clearly described in the imperial edict as not having yet broken through to the Return to Oneness State that all the indifference turned into enthusiasm in that instant.

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In the night, the town in the distance is brightly lit.

This riverside town is located to the north of Shendu. Due to its location, ships heading south often stay here for one night, so its prosperity becomes a matter of course.

The changes in the capital of gods naturally had a huge impact on this town. Logically speaking, the lights in the town should not be so bright and noisy tonight, but the imperial court issued the edict at sunset.

Those ordinary practitioners who dare not participate in the changes in the Divine Capital, the practitioners of the sects who want to make amends, and the powerful people from the aristocratic families who want to take this opportunity to atone their sins, all have too many reasons to gather here and try to kill the Taoist Master.

A carriage was traveling on the official road, and there was nothing special about it.

Lin Wanyi let down the curtain.

She turned around and looked at Gu Zhuo, and asked seriously: "If I say we are husband and wife, can this be more credible than brother and sister?"

(End of this chapter)