Chapter 1520: The Sword of Life Returns to the Grave with Death, and the Play of Impermanence Is in Wen Ting

The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The ownerless plum rain ended the heavenly solution, swirled down from midair, and pierced into the ground not far away.

"Woo..."

The sword was trembling, making a low whimper, as if crying.

Feng Zhongzui saw that Gu Lao's body was aging at an exaggerated speed visible to the naked eye, and silently moved the preaching mirror to another place.

Mei Siren still held Gu Yu, but felt that the weight of the person in his arms was getting lighter.

Soon, even his chin began to tremble slightly. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he looked up at Xu Xiaoshou on the side:

"The mystery of life, can it save him?"

From Xu Xiaoshou's perspective, Gu Lao's life pattern was withering and melting, and his soul breath was gradually extinguished.

This is an irreversible process.

The mystery of life can make people understand life, but it is not to change life by force.

If life is limited, then death is the result of life. On this one-way street, it can never turn back.

If life is infinite, then death is a process of transformation. The life pattern of Gu Lao does not disappear absolutely. It relatively becomes a part of the energy of heaven and earth and enters a natural cycle system.

The world is ruthless.

So is life.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head silently. When he saw Mr. Siren calmly lower his head, he was about to speak but stopped.

If he wanted, he could actually change his life by force.

But it is not to change the result, but the process in the middle of relative stillness.

Xu Xiaoshou could not wake up Gu Lao and recover. He did not have such a broad magical power.

He just had enough passive skills to last. If he really wanted to, he should be able to pass on the surging vitality to Gu Lao, so that he could "gain" while "passing" and maintain a balance.

But it was just to maintain the balance of the living dead.

Gu Lao could not speak, move, or think. He would be frozen in this moment forever.

There needs to be a second real body next to him to keep transferring vitality. Once interrupted, Gu Lao will continue to develop towards that result.

This is not life!

This is a punishment for both of them, a fate worse than death!

So until the end, Xu Xiaoshou did not say a word, because this did not even constitute a "choice".

Everyone around was watching this scene quietly, and even the semi-saints in the Holy Temple did not make a noise at this time.

Guyu left.

He left quietly.

If the semi-saint died, the world would still mourn.

Unfortunately, even if there is still a half-step between mortals and saints, there is still a distance between them.

Under Xuanmiao, it is unknown whether Guyu has achieved the Tao.

What the world knows is that the first list of the Seven Sword Immortals was determined for nearly half a month, and the "First Sword Immortal" fell!

This is not the end.

This is a turning point in the changing situation.

The legend left by "a sword that opened the Xuanmiao Gate" is bound to set off a storm in the circle of ancient sword cultivators and attract thousands of people to chase after it.

But, that's all for later...

"I'll leave for a while."

Mei Siren stood up with Guyu in his arms, whispered to Xu Xiaoshou, and walked away from the crowd.

"Yeah."

Xu Xiaoshou watched Mr. Siren leave, but he couldn't empathize with the sadness.

It was only half a day since he saw Gu Lao.

He did get something from Gu Lao. Thinking back carefully, what exactly Xuanmiao Sect was seemed to fade away.

Let's not talk about what he got, but only about the lessons. The only thing Xu Xiaoshou remembered...

He believed that Liu Fuyu and even all the ancient swordsmen would remember, which should be what Gu Lao wanted to tell the world:

To walk the path of the Sword God, the nine great swordsmanship are indispensable!

This is the threshold.

The threshold for the beginning of Taoism.

So...

"Tao, what is it?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the sky absent-mindedly.

He mastered three Dao diagrams, but he was also confused.

The sky after the rain was as clear as a mirror. At this time, the wind and snow were reborn and fell gently, just like usual.

"Buzz!"

Mei Ziyu was shocked.

Mei Siren stopped while holding Guyu and looked at the sword he named himself that year.

He actually forgot to take it with Xiaoyu.

"Sorry..."

Mei Siren turned his head and walked over, wanting to pick up Mei Ziyu.

"Who?!"

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head suddenly, and his scalp was numb.

Because at this moment, in his "perception", there was suddenly one more person next to Mei Ziyu.

He seemed to have been there for a long time...

But before Mei Siren turned his head, Xu Xiaoshou didn't notice him at all, as if he didn't exist!

In the air, Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi and others lowered their eyes, their eyes were surprised.

The ancient sword cultivators who landed early and silently saluted to see him off were also shocked.

As far as everyone could see, there was a white figure next to Mei Ziyu.

He was very tall.

Xu Xiaoshou was already tall enough, half a head or even a head taller than the others, and the figure in white was about the same height.

His white robe was very homely and casual, with only a simple white crane pattern, and he wore it casually.

His long black hair fell along the temples on both sides, slightly fluttering in the wind and snow, revealing his fair and warm jade-like cheeks.

It is worth mentioning that...

He had stage makeup around his left eye, and even his eyelids were pink, but only this eye was painted with powder.

The others, even their feet were bare, as if they had hurried from somewhere.

"Long time no see, Mr. Siren."

The smile on the middle-aged man's lips is elegant, easy-going and extremely charming.

In his left hand, he held an unfinished volume of "The Book of Swords". The first sentence of the book was "It can be something without, it can be something without, the Tao is nothing, it is a great dream."

Before Mei Siren could make a move, his right hand took the lead to hold the bead on the hilt of Mei Ziyu's sword that was stuck on the ground.

Surprisingly...

Mei Ziyu, who was still crying just now, fell silent when the swordsman in white put his hand on her.

"Mei Ziyu cannot be buried in the same place as Gu Lao." He said shockingly, looking at the Meisi people, he said bluntly:

"The sword of the No. 1 Sword Immortal. The sword opens the door to mystery. It is said to be 'the best in the world'. It will become a famous sword in the future."

"The merits and demerits are equal, so the sword is not in danger. But under such circumstances, if you are buried with Gu Lao, you will not be able to live in peace after death."

After saying this, he nodded slightly:

"Condolences."

Mei Siren froze in front of the sword, his thoughts stopped.

Su Qianqian flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind...

During his time at Tiansang Ling Palace, the first famous sword he came into contact with was Su Qianqian's tomb-named Chengxue.

It was later learned that in order to protect the sword, the entire Su family had no peace day and night.

In the end, Tomb Ming Chengxue was brought to Tiansang Ling Palace by Su Qianqian. Even so, it attracted countless sword thieves.

Fortunately, the spirit palace was strong and blocked one wave after another.

but……

last of the last……

It attracted a big...

"The sword of life follows you, and the sword of death returns to your grave."

The man closed the sword sutra, put his hands behind his waist, and said, "The fate between Gu Lao and Mei Ziyu has ended. Let me find the next generation of sword holders for them."

Meisi people had not yet reacted. When they heard this, they suddenly thought and said sadly:

"You've grown so big..."

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing.

A flash of light flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind, his eyes widened, and he finally remembered who this person was.

Yes!

That’s who!

What's your name?

That...Seven Swordsmen, the one from the previous generation!

Everyone around them had similar expressions, and they all looked like they had remembered something and had their brows furrowed.

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and patted the man desperately, becoming mute with excitement.

"Hmm! Uh! Well..."

After holding it in for a long time, I couldn't hold back a single word.

Fortunately, we finally got through the crowd and screamed loudly:

"Wen Ting!!!"

Keng——

Wen Ting picked up the plum blossoms and glanced at the preacher with a smile, but he was so drunk in the wind that he was miserable.

"Damn! It turns out he looks like this..."

"Holy crap! I haven't seen his portrait before. No, I should have seen it... Have you all seen it?"

He grabbed the preaching mirror and shook it wildly in excitement, then freed up his hand to say hello:

"Wen Jianxian! I am Zhong Tingchen, a descendant of Feng Tingzui!"

Wen Ting had already turned to look back at Mei Siren, and said warmly: "If you have no objection, I will take Mei Ziyu back to the Sword Tomb for burial."

Mei Siren turned his head and thought about it. Wen Ting's thoughts were not unreasonable.

Moreover, after the death of the master of the most famous sword in the world, regardless of whether it was stolen, stolen or shot, as long as it cannot be defended, its final destination will probably be back to the sword burial mound.

The water faces east, and the sword returns to the tomb.

It was a blessing that Mei Ziyu's generation of tomb watchers personally came to sheath the sword.

"good."

Mei Siren hugged Gu Yu and nodded solemnly.

"You don't have any objections, right?"

Wen Ting smiled and patted the sword in his hand.

Mei Ziyu is psychic and knows that fate is playing tricks on people. She trembles silently and acquiesces.

"That's it."

Wen Ting put away the sword and retreated, opened his mouth, and swallowed the whole Mei Zi Yu.

ah?

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly widened.

After Wen Ting swallowed the sword, he breathed a long sigh of relief, then smiled and looked at the many ancient sword cultivators present, no matter if they knew them or not, he nodded in greeting one by one.

Finally, he looked at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Being watched, passive value, +1."

Look at me?

Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand why and looked back.

After staring for three breaths, he suddenly woke up. This Wen Ting was too illusory, maybe not a real person?

And his face...

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see that Wen Ting's face was quite unique and handsome, but he couldn't remember how to describe it specifically.

Like a famous sword concealing itself, a half-sage restraining himself.

Wen Ting didn't know whether he deliberately didn't want to show his true appearance, or whether it was objectively the case.

"The future life is to be feared."

At the end, Wen Ting raised the corners of his lips as a greeting.

After turning around, he flicked the water sleeves wrapped around his wrists in the air and turned into two long green and white dragons, flying away through the air.

Under the wind and snow, only the sound of the moving clouds was left, and then gradually faded away:

"Let the pear blossoms fall with the rain, and allow them to fall in love with each other, and wake up from the dream! Make people sigh! Hush! It goes on and on -"

ah?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned again.

He just appeared so suddenly, swallowed a sword, sang a line in a play, and then left so suddenly?

Otherwise, nothing happened?

In the distance, Feng Zhongzui held on to the preaching mirror. He didn't put down the mirror until he saw the white figure completely disappearing into the horizon.

He couldn't understand what Wen Ting was singing, not even the words.

But I was immersed in that artistic conception and couldn't bear to leave.

"I feel like he is a sword master." Feng Zhongzui lowered his head and clicked his tongue twice, then spoke to the preaching mirror, "But I feel that 'immortal' is more suitable to describe it... What do you think?"

Opposite the preaching mirror, there was a roar of curses:

"Drunk in the wind like a dog's day, you are fucking sick, aren't you? You have nothing to do to fool your uncle!"

"I'm really in trouble. I finally waited for Wen Jianxian... I have never heard of his deeds in my life. I only know that he is a swordsman. I'm curious! Didn't you see his face? What a fool! "

"Oh, oh, drunk in the wind, I will kill you..."

At the former site of Yujing City, Xu Xiaoshou watched Wen Ting leave and fell into deep thought.

Semi-saint incarnation?

Not like that.

The incarnation of half-life thoughts?

It doesn't look like either.

It looks like it never appeared at all... No swordsmanship?

"Well, Wen Ting's apprentice, the third one, is a practitioner of sword-free skills. His sword-free skills should also be very good..."

"etc!"

As soon as his thoughts stopped, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he knew where the weirdness was.

Is there a possibility for this confused and confusing feeling - the Holy Emperor?

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked by his boldness.

This possibility was quickly denied. If Wen Ting were to be granted the title of Holy Emperor, how could the five great Holy Emperor families just sit idly by?

Moreover, how could he possibly do that?

He is not a top ten, and he does not have a big background.

Even some of the powerful ones among the ten have not yet been canonized. How could he be the Holy Emperor?

"background……"

Xu Xiaoshou touched his nose. How does the Sword Tomb compare with the families of the five holy emperors?

Looking around, Mr. Si Ren has left.

It seemed that only Feng Tingchen could answer his question...

"Why!"

Feng Tingchen suddenly jumped up from the ground, as if remembering that there was a fire at home, and he slapped Feng Zhongzui on the back of his head, "I'm going home first, remember to keep the preaching mirror."

"Feng Laoliu..." Xu Xiaoshou had just raised his hand.

brush!

Feng Tingchen disappeared.

"Sheep..." He looked at the new swordsman with the goatee, who hadn't said hello yet, if he wanted to compete.

Snapped!

Feng Zhongzui received another heavy blow on the back of his head, and turned around resentfully.

"Take good care!"

Yang Xizhi dropped these words and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Zhong was stunned for a long time, a look of horror flashed across his face, and he said tearfully: "Take me one, I didn't bring the spirit crystal, how about walking home?!"

"I'll take you."

Xu Xiaoshou came to this young man...

Well, actually he is also a teenager, not much older than this kid.

"Haha, Master Shou, that's not necessary. I like the feeling of being close to nature."

Feng Zhongzui backed away in fright, but he knew what the old family master was mainly avoiding by avoiding the God of Plague.

He is also a member of the Feng family. There is no way he could follow Master Shou and get involved in the overall situation. What kind of ghosts, beasts, dark forces...

It’s a thankless job and makes you a mess!

"Now that the three battles between Sword Immortals are over, I have to go back to the Feng family first to save the record of this battle."

Drunk in the wind, he bowed his head and bowed: "Congratulations to Master Shou, congratulations to Master Shou, I'm leaving first!"

Once the preaching mirror is closed, the drunkenness in the wind will follow.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou was about to take action to retrieve the person, he suddenly felt something and looked far away in the direction of the Guizhe Holy Mountain hanging upside down in the sky...

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several times in a row, the sound was like thunder.

Even from such a distance, the destructive power seemed to be transmitted through the sound.

Very familiar.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils dilated slightly. He had heard...

"Cang Sheng is back?"

Not far away, Zhong Yuanzi suddenly made a sound, with an exaggerated surprise.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but turn his head away.

Fang Wenxin also remained silent, turning his eyes faintly.

Zhong Yuanzi seemed oblivious, clapped his hands and said loudly to himself:

"great!"

"The master of Xuanji Palace cannot go out, Master Jiuji needs to guard the mountain, and Mr. Yu is unwilling to contribute... Emperor Cangsheng can take charge of the overall situation!"

"He is a member of the Tenth Throne, and his combat power is best preserved among the ten!"

"He is the third emperor, the only remaining emperor, and the most capable fighting unit to the outside world!"

"He is still..."

Zhong Yuanzi's voice gradually weakened, and he glanced at Fang Wenxin with a somewhat red face, then looked at Cao Erzhu, Mu Zixi, Lei Shuangxing and others.

"No, what do you think I'm doing?" Zhong Yuanzi finally sounded a little weak.

Fang Wenxin's mouth twitched: "Continue!"

"Uh." Zhong Yuanzi was speechless. He glanced at Xu Xiaoshou from the corner of his eye and waved his fist down, "That's great. It's going to be okay..." The voice gradually died down.

"Being reminded, passive value, +1."

"Being reminded, passive value, +1."

"Being reminded..."

The message bar kept beating, and Xu Xiaoshou's heartbeat kept beating. The wait was finally here!

However, he looked past Mr. Zhong with a normal expression and looked at Cao Erzhu, Mu Zixi and others:

"Enter my apricot world."

Mu Zixi shook his head.

She is now dominated by Lei Xi'er's will, and her identity is one of the Kings of Hell. She no longer wanted to stay in the Xing Realm before.

But because of his injury, he was taken in by Xu Xiaoshou again.

Now that everyone is awake and back, why are they squatting back, waiting to be thrown away by Xu Xiaoshou, who is growing rapidly?

"I have to go."

She left a word, pouted, and waved her hands regretfully: "Xu Xiaoshou, goodbye!" She turned and left resolutely.

Tears nodded in greeting and turned to leave.

Xuan Wuji turned and left.

Everyone left, even Fang Wenxin and Zhong Yuanzi hurried towards the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Xu Xiaoshou looked around, and there was only one person left beside him.

"Brother Xiaoshou..."

Cao Erzhu scratched his head naively and smiled, "I won't leave, we are friends."

Ten seats!

How dare you make me your friend!

Oh, so is your dad, so that’s okay... But is Ai Cangsheng the kind of person who will give your dad face?

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a moment: "Enter my apricot world."

"What is the Apricot Realm?"

"delicious."

Xu Xiaoshou knew that Cao Erzhu was strong, but he really didn't dare to let him fight against the arrow. He planned to Xiaohui to love the people single-handedly.

And others...

Even Mu Zixi knew that staying would only become a burden. What he wanted to fight was love for the common people, so naturally he could not win with numbers.

Of course Xu Xiaoshou would not do it directly.

At this time, even if he could go to the Holy Mountain and kill all the people he loves, Sang Lao would not be at the Dead Sea, but at the Ranming Ruins.

Xu Xiaoshou had only one plan:

After overpowering Yujing, beheading Xuanji, defeating all the saints, and defeating the Sword Immortal, the time dragged on, and when the Holy Temple was in a panic and no one could choose the way out, I had to return to love the common people.

As soon as he came out of the ruins...

Hey, it's you who decides when to go in and discuss the plan side by side with Mr. Sang.

Cao Erzhu shook his head and took the Xingjie Jade Talisman, but didn't want to go in.

"I'll hold the line for you."

When Xu Xiaoshou saw how stubborn he was, he immediately stopped trying to persuade him and turned his mind elsewhere.

Ai Cangsheng's return, including Wen Ting's strength, and even the Ranming ruins, actually he had something to ask.

And the answer is most likely more accurate than anyone else!

In Xingjie, the second real body directly approached Li Fugui.

Outside, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Tiehanhan in front of him, thinking that Kuileihan was as famous as Ai Cangsheng after all, and asked without hope:

"Er Zhu, have you ever heard of the 'Emperor of the People'?"

Unexpectedly, Cao Erzhu nodded his head and said in a loud voice:

"I know, dad said he is 'the strongest now'!"

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