Chapter 9 The Most Peaceful Mind in the World

If Xia Daozu was still here, the dilemma the human race was facing now would actually be a simple matter.

He only had to wave his sleeves and not take away a single cloud, only Luo Hu's life.

Then it was over.

For practitioners in the tenth realm, everything is that simple.

Nine is the extreme. Above the nine realms, there is nothing human.

But no one in the world today can use such methods.

Although the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal is strong, he is still on the human level, not a human being.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan must find a way...

Don't let yourself be a human being.

This sentence is actually somewhat funny.

It turns out that you can really become stronger by not being a human being.

........

The breeze blows coldly on my face.

The sword will last forever and you will be free.

The sword light came from the horizon, and the sharp edge swept away all the haze, leaving only a clear blue sky.

In the sky, there are escaping lights passing rapidly from time to time.

The human coalition forces at Guangling Pass returned to Guangling Pass after achieving their first great victory in the second Dao Demon War.

However, after returning, they did not hide it, but released all the news truthfully.

Although this battle was a great victory, it failed to stop Rahu.

In the near future, Luo Hu will be promoted to the Demon Saint, and then it will be the turn of the Demons.

When the news came out, it undoubtedly caused huge turmoil in the sky.

Regardless of their level of cultivation or status, the monks who heard the news were all panic-stricken.

After all, the deterrence brought by the tenth realm is too strong.

The entire human race has entered an unprecedented state of national alert.

An uneasy atmosphere prevailed.

Then, it gradually evolved into anger and bloody courage.

If this world is destined to fall, then at least we have to die standing, right?

A clear death.

Under this trend, more and more monks rushed to the front line.

Even some casual cultivators who had always believed that their dead Taoist friends would survive the poor Taoists went to the Seven Passes and Tianhe City for the first time and chose to participate in the war.

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Now, Lu Qingshan is the same.

In the realm of absolute spirits, his spirit will never be lost.

The center of the Jueling Realm, where the original Yuanci City was located.

This is the second time Lu Qingshan has entered the Jueling Realm, and the first time he has come to Yuanci City.

Unfortunately, Yuanci City no longer exists, leaving only ruins and a huge pit.

Clearly, someone had already visited this place and left their mark, mocking those who came after.

"It's too late." Lu Qingshan said to himself.

This place is what Qi Butian calls "a place".

Qi Butian knew this place from the beginning.

Specifically, it should start from the time he takes over as the master of Tianji Guan.

Before leaving, the previous Master of Tianji Temple left behind not only what he saw but also what he knew.

But Qi Butian didn't tell this place to the second person, Lu Qingshan, until now.

Because when people do it, God is watching.

Just speak and it is possible to be known and seen.

And this place cannot be known.

Although, it was eventually found out.

It's like a meme.

The indestructible body will always break in the end; the secrets that must never be leaked will always be leaked in the end.

Could it be that when the two masters of Tianji Guan met, they thought it was seamless but actually the secret was leaked?

no one knows.

There is no need to know.

This is the end.

Since it's a step too late, is it still necessary to come?

There should be.

After all, the person who asked Lu Qingshan to come to this place is the most omniscient and omnipotent person in the world.

So, there is always a reason worth coming.

It's a very simple guess, and it should be correct.

Of course, even if there is no other reason, Lu Qingshan is very willing to come and take a look.

Just, not now.

After all, the worst thing he has right now is time.

Lu Qingshan jumped into the pit.

The pit is deep.

This is nonsense.

But no matter how deep the pit is, it has a bottom.

This is also nonsense.

He soon reached the bottom of the pit.

It was very dark underground and there was no sunlight.

Monks can ignore darkness.

However, Lu Qingshan doesn't like darkness, and is used to choosing to "turn on the light" when facing darkness.

This is a habit developed over the past twenty years and is deeply ingrained.

As a result, the Heaven and Earth Sword held in his arms bloomed with sword light, illuminating the surrounding area.

If there is no light, then use the sword.

Empty, quiet and deserted.

Lu Qingshan knew that there must have been something else here not long ago, but everything had been erased.

"Is there really nothing left behind?" Lu Qingshan walked slowly in the deep underground, from beginning to end, then from end to end, back and forth, walked three or four times, looked at it three or four times, still Found nothing.

Lu Qingshan knew deep down in his heart that that person must be gone, but would there really be nothing left behind?

A name can intimidate a clan of people for 20,000 years. Even if they are seriously injured, even if they are dying, even if they are facing the number one demon clan, they should not just leave like this.

"Xia Zu?" So, Lu Qingshan asked softly into the air.

A gentle breeze blew across my face.

It was very gentle, but it made the hairs on Lu Qingshan's body stand up.

Where does the wind come from in a sealed underground cave?

"You are very upset." A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Dots of fluorescence emerged from the surrounding stone walls, forming a hazy light and shadow in front of Lu Qingshan.

A man appeared opposite him.

Just like the experience in the Taoyuan world.

Only this time, the hazy light and shadow finally became clear.

He was a Confucian scholar with slightly white temples and a smile.

"Xiazu?" Lu Qingshan asked again.

"It's me, you should know my name, Xia Ming."

Lu Qingshan fell into silence.

After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "So, what does this mean to you now?"

"It's just a few remaining fragments of soul."

Lu Qingshan paused, but it was still difficult to accept, "You are Xia Zu."

"The boys in the southern village bullied me into being old and weak, but I couldn't stand facing thieves, so I openly carried the grass into the bamboo." After reading these lines, Lu Qingshan didn't respond, but the Confucian scholar himself couldn't help laughing.

"I faced more than one enemy at that time. Besides, you can't be too demanding on an old man whose half body is about to be buried." He explained seriously.

"You don't look old at all."

"You are more than 20,000 years old. Isn't this old?" The Confucian scholar showed an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Lu Qingshan was speechless for a moment.

"The human race is in a very dangerous situation now, just like it was 20,000 years ago." He added.

"I know."

"Just know?"

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago," the Confucian scholar blinked, a little mischievously, "Every generation has its own responsibilities."

"Now, this is your responsibility."

"However, you also have some responsibility for the current situation, so you shouldn't put all the responsibility on me." Lu Qingshan said seriously.

"You are right," the Confucian scholar nodded, then clapped his hands and said, "So, apart from these fragments of soul, I have left something in this world."

"It can be considered that one person does the work and the other takes responsibility," he affirmed and was very satisfied, and then spread his hands again, "But whether you can use it or not depends on you."

"What?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"When the time comes, you will naturally know." Xia Ming said.

"When this happens, senior, stop being the Riddler." Lu Qingshan was a little sullen.

"It's still interesting to talk to people from my hometown," the Confucian scholar laughed, extremely happy, and then said seriously, "It's not the Riddler, but if you can use the things I left, you will naturally know what they are. If you use If you don’t go up, it’s useless even if you know.”

"How can I use what you left?" Lu Qingshan asked again, using a different method.

"You are really smart." The Confucian scholar looked at Lu Qingshan with admiration.

"You know..." he said again.

"I don't know," Lu Qingshan affirmed, blocking his words in advance, "I won't know until you tell me."

The man in front of him clearly had the highest reputation in the human race, but he was "naughty" that was totally inconsistent with his status.

"I have been here for a long, long time," the Confucian scholar said. "For a long time, I was trying to heal my wounds. I really tried a lot, but they all failed."

"So finally one day, I gave up."

"I started thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Think about the real way out."

"Have you figured it out?"

"There is a little harvest," the Confucian scholar said with a smile, "but that is just my harvest, you can't use it directly."

"If you want to change the ending of the story, you still need to rely on yourself in the end."

"Fortunately, your talent is higher than mine." The fluorescence is getting weaker and weaker, and the light and shadow are dissipating.

"I have one last message for you."

"The dust and mist nourish the mountains and the sea, and the light of the candle brightens the sun and the moon." Xia Ming smiled slightly, and finally dissipated completely.

...

Lu Qingshan left the underground.

But he didn't leave.

He frowned and sat on the ruins

, looking at the pit in trance.

Obviously, he could not understand Xia Zu's words at this moment.

He sat for a long time and thought about many, many things.

I just don’t have any insights.

...........

The cold night gradually passed.

The light is warm.

Its daybreak.

In the slightly humid and slightly cool morning mist, there was a faint sound of insects chirping.

There were a few ants crawling on the ground in front of Lu Qingshan.

In the broken wall, a young green sprout pulled out of the ground and pushed through the cracked bricks. There was a weak but shocking feeling of power.

It turns out that this land that has been baptized by Rahu's demonic hand is not truly dead.

Lu Qingshan vaguely captured something.

He stood up, wiped the dew off his body, and walked away along the desolate road.

As Xia Zu said, his heart was indeed in chaos and he needed to calm down.

The world is the most lively.

It's best to be quiet amid the hustle and bustle.

He decided to visit the human world.

Really human world.

A world that has nothing to do with spiritual practice or his past.

After walking a long road, Lu Qingshan arrived at a small town.

The small town is lively and the streets are bustling with people.

The hot air in front of the bun shop floats in the air like mist.

The splashed soy milk soaked the bluestone.

People were buying breakfast, eating breakfast, and chatting as usual. Among their words was the sudden disappearance of Yuanci City. This has been the biggest topic in the Jueling Realm in recent years, so even after a long time, there are still people on this topic. Talking.

Some worry that the city may one day suffer the same fate.

"No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, steamed buns still have to be sold." Finally, the steamed bun shop owner concluded the topic.

No matter what happens in the future, life will always go on.

Lu Qingshan stood in front of the bun stall, listening to these simple worries and these small and plain words, and suddenly felt something.

This is an ordinary life, a life he has experienced before, a life he has never experienced since he came to this world - in fact, it has not been long, but it feels like these things are already very far away from him. It was a long, long time ago.

Is this the power of time?

Lu Qingshan walked in the small town.

He passed by a private school and heard the sound of reading loudly coming from behind the wall, which was very pleasant.

So, Lu Qingshan stopped and listened quietly to the sound of reading coming from the wall for a long time.

His heart finally calmed down amid the loud sound of reading.