Chapter 2149 Don’t Miss Me, You Fools

Ku Jue's battle against the six friends of Jingtian alone should be a battle that will go down in history. After all, one true versus six true, it is rare in the world.

But because the battle took place in Changhe, and it happened to be the time when the Dragon Palace Banquet was held and the Taixu League began, the Nine Dragons held the sun forever to suppress the mountains and rivers...

This earth-shaking battle began and ended in Changhe, and never disturbed the world.

No matter how turbulent the waves were, they would eventually calm down to clear waves... making the water light like a mirror reflecting the sky. It illuminated a few idle clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing.

The Changhe River was rippled for thousands of miles, and almost all of the six friends of Jingtian were injured.

The yellow-faced old monk lay on his back on the river. The blood of the real person spread in all directions.

The river breeze blew quietly, and the thick fog formed during the battle was blown away, and the Zhenqiao in front could be faintly seen - it was a huge and ancient great posture. Nothing has changed for thousands of years, but they have changed Changhe.

The reflection in the water looked like a flowing painting. The six friends of Jingtian walked on the water and passed by the yellow-faced old monk.

"Ah, not as easy as expected." Taoist Cang Cang Shen walked in front and gave his own evaluation: "Everyone underestimated him."

Serious Gan Cao agreed: "Ku Jue... is very strong."

"Hiss..." Bai Zhu covered his right cheek, took out a bronze mirror, and looked at it while walking: "It seems that my face is disfigured."

"It's all your fault. You can't keep up with me at all." Chen Pi frowned his ugly face: "Otherwise, why would it take so much time?"

"Come on!" Bai Zhu looked down on him: "Don't think you can talk nonsense just because you are ugly. If I hadn't helped you quickly, you would have been beaten to death!"

"You are slandering!" Chen Pi's focus was not on this: "Who is ugly? I am a strange person with a strange appearance!"

"Cough cough cough!" Female Guan Fuling put away the handkerchief that coughed up blood and sighed softly: "I don't know what's going on over there. We wasted so much time. It won't be over, right?"

"Zhuang Gaoxian is capable, he shouldn't be so useless..." Banxia walked at the end. Thinking of the battle just now, the firmness in her tone gradually wavered.

He picked up the yellow-faced old monk who was sinking. The tattered monk's robe was wet and stuck to the old monk, revealing his bony bones. It was really a skinny body, and I don't know where the previous strength came from.

Water drops dripped, and there was a bit of blood in it, but not much. The blood was almost dry...

Banxia picked up the remains of the real person in his hand, took a last look at the long river that had already turned into blood, and followed the pace of the people in front.

The route of killing the real person was not complicated. No matter how Zhuang Gaoxian moved left and right, the final goal was very clear, so although many traces were lost, it was not difficult to track him.

It's just that time was indeed delayed too long, and Zhuang Gaoxian had successfully escaped back to Zhuangguo.

What does it mean for a legitimate emperor to return to his own country?

Every real person present knew it very well.

"Maybe we are really late." Bai Shu raised his eyebrows and said.

Gancao said solemnly: "Not necessarily. Judging from the traces along the way, Zhuang Gaoxian has never been able to get rid of the pursuit from beginning to end. He can still escape back to Zhuangguo. Perhaps this is the cemetery chosen by Jiang Wang for him."

"You think too much of him. It is beyond imagination that you can force Zhuang Xiaoer to this point. You still want to--" Chenpi calmed his breath and came back to his breath: "I told you not to hurry so fast. I stand in front and bear the most attacks. Don't you have to take care of me?"

Cang Shen looks the oldest, but the most direct: "You will know when you go there."

Fuling raised his hand to stop him: "You still have to pay attention to some influences and don't do it too obviously. Let me see the situation first--"

After saying that, his pupils turned, and his eyes were already in a trance.

Out of the suppression range of the Nine Dragons Holding the Sun Forever Mountain and River Seal, the eyes of the real person can see through the world again.

"Zhuang Gaoxian's situation doesn't seem to be good." She murmured.

"What did you see?" Gancao asked.

Among the six real people, Fuling's pupil technique is the strongest. So the others didn't go to see it themselves.

Fuling's tone was very complicated, and it was hard to tell whether it was surprise or suspicion: "They have fallen into the cracks of the present world now, and I can't see clearly, but Zhuang Gaoxian's 'qi'... is rapidly weakening."

"You wait here and rest for a while." Banxia paused: "I'll go and see the situation first."

Now among the six realities, he is in the best condition and can best deal with accidents.

Snap!

Suddenly, a skinny hand grabbed his sleeve.

Banxia didn't get startled, but just lowered his head and looked at the old monk who grabbed him with his last remaining strength, expressing doubt with his eyes.

Kujue's breath was already very weak, and he spit out blood foam: "Don't let him... see!"

Banxia thought for a while: "Okay, if you think it's necessary."

Kujue closed his eyes, but the skinny hand still tightly grasped Banxia's sleeve, as if this could slow down Banxia's steps a little more.

The translucent flame began from this palm that refused to let go and spread to the entire Taoist body.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

Blood rain fell from the sky.

Knocked on someone's heart window.

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Kujue's eyes closed, he could finally rest.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, he still had to face this world.

The so-called glimpse of fate was passed in his eyes.

The abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Ku Ming, used extraordinary means to allow him to enter Kujue's fate and watch Kujue's last moments. He saw the story that was submerged in the long river and should have sunk in the river of time.

He had never felt the pain so closely, nor had he ever felt it so far away.

Four years ago, when he walked out of the Monument of the Living Spirit, the sky was filled with bloody rain.

The Taoist priest named Banxia, ​​holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked out of the bloody rain, with the posture of a real person from the upper country.

At that time, he thought, could it be the sorrow of heaven and earth related to Zhuang Gaoxian, falling from the underworld to the outside world?

It turned out that it rained twice that day.

One rain fell in the story, and one rain fell in the memory.

He, Jiang Wang, became famous all over the world, and a battle of killing the real was enough to be recorded in the history books.

The yellow-faced old monk fought against six people alone... No one knew, no one knew.

There was only a lonely bloody rain.

The green smoke was lingering, and the two people sitting opposite each other in the smoke were a little vague.

The abbot of the Hanging Temple was a Zen of bitter fate.

The purity and depth of Sanbao Mountain was also like a clay sculpture.

The abbot saw that Jiang Wang's eyes were deep, and at this moment, he did not show any emotion. It was like a bottomless black hole that swallowed all the light.

He wanted to say something, but remained silent.

"Where is Jingli?" Jiang Wang's voice was a little hoarse.

Kuming said: "After Kujue's accident, Kubing went to the Dragon Palace and brought Jingli back to the mountain gate. After crying for a few days, he began to attack Dongzhen and wanted to take revenge alone. I locked him up and didn't want him to die - do you want to see him?"

"No. Don't tell him that I've been here." Jiang Wang said slowly: "Let him continue to retreat. He is too naive. Zhenren is still insignificant in this world."

"Kujue has one last letter. I will give it to you when I can't hide it anymore." Kuming said, taking out a thin letter from his arms and putting it on the long table.

He said earnestly: "More than Zhenren? I was lucky enough to prove the Yandao and reached the so-called peak, but I often feel insignificant."

Of course Jiang Wang understood.

Jiang Wang also knew very well what a huge monster the Central Jing Empire was.

In the world, no matter the Qin and Chu powers, or the Eternal Great Sect, who is not under its shadow?

When Meng Tianhai was in the water of disaster and was trying to transcend, Song Bodhi said that if Meng Tianhai dared to seize the Yunmeng Boat, even if he transcended and left the Red Dust Gate, he would be beaten to death.

The Chu State was so confident, how magnificent the Central Jing State, the world's number one, should be!

In the end, how Meng Tianhai failed, he could see clearly at the forefront of the water of disaster. The Emperor Jingwen, who left his name on the Red Dust Gate, was the first transcendent since the beginning of the Taoist calendar.

The Jing State was so strong that it was suffocating and the world was silent.

So from beginning to end, he didn't ask a question - why did the Hanging Temple do nothing. Or in other words, what should the Hanging Temple do.

Is the Hanging Temple willing to admit this?

What if it just doesn't admit it?

Ku Jue has already left the Hanging Temple.

Before he set out, Kujue was ready to die.

He stood in front of the six friends of Jingtian as Kujue of Sanbao Mountain, without involving anything in the Hanging Temple.

Jiang Wang did not speak, but silently picked up the letter - the last one left by Kujue.

The sloppy handwriting now looks so intimate.

And this letter is different from all the previous ones.

The envelope reads: Jingshen personally.

These four words were written seriously and politely.

But the first sentence on the letter was - little bastard, are you going to make trouble again?

Jiang Wang can almost see the yellow-faced old monk with his hands on his waist and cursing, but after all, it is only "almost".

It is too difficult for the real person in the world to deceive himself.

Apart from these words, there is nothing in front of him.

But can you really say that there is nothing?

He looked down——

"From the first day I met you, I have been trying to persuade you, persuading you about this and that. For so many years, you never listened to a single good word! I checked your zodiac sign, and it is not a donkey. Why do you have such rebellious thoughts? Do you want to piss me off to death and take away my foundation of Sanbao Mountain?"

"Forget it, forget it. Forget it! I am magnanimous and will not bother with you, a stinky boy."

"I will tell you one last thing. Listen to me honestly. I can still consider you a prodigal son who has returned."

"If you still recognize me, you are not allowed to avenge me. I came happily and left happily. I will not be happy with you in life and death. Freedom has nothing to do with anyone. "

"If you dare to disobey my order... I will expel you from Sanbao Mountain! You are not my disciple when you are alive, and you cannot worship my grave after you die! Since you are not my disciple, what qualifications do you have to avenge me? You have no reason to be a master, so go to bed!"

"If this matter is not in my favor, I will die with my eyes open. Can a boy be so unfilial?"

"If you are obedient, buy some clothes and take me back to your home. Don't leave me in the Hanging Temple. We have nothing to do with them."

"Take good care of your senior brother Jingli."

"The Buddha is tired, so I have nothing to say."

A thin piece of paper with a few lines of words. Jiang Wang looked at it for a long time.

He finally folded the letter paper neatly, put it back into the envelope, and carefully kept the letter close to his body. Then he said: "According to the wishes of Master Kujue...are there any clothes in the temple?"

Ku Ming took out an old rattan box and gently placed it on the long table: "He didn't care much about clothes, so he didn't have many clothes. He only had these few sets, which were sewn for him by Jingli. You can take them all."

Jiang Wang put his hand on the rattan box, stroking it for a while, and said in an inexplicable tone: "I just remembered today that I have never bought him new clothes."

Ku Ming said slowly: "He often showed off the gifts you sent him a few years ago to us."

Jiang Wang put the rattan box away and bowed to Ku Ming: "Jiang Wang Meng Lang, I have offended many people today... I won't disturb all the eminent monks for their spiritual cultivation."

Ku Ming said: "If Ku Jue has a soul in heaven, his greatest hope must be that you and Jing Li are safe and sound."

Jiang Wang nodded lightly, not sure if he listened or not.

He stood up, left the abbot's quiet room and the Hanging Temple without saying any unnecessary words.

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The spring in Xingyueyuan is extremely beautiful, with flowers blooming everywhere and the fragrance filling the clouds.

The atmosphere in Bai Yujing Restaurant was cheerful today, because Boss Jiang brought back many gifts, and everyone had a share. And judging from Shopkeeper Bai's insight, these gifts are not simple and are of great value.

As the holder and writer of the restaurant's account books, Mr. Bai couldn't help but feel a little worried. He checked the jade belt around his waist again and again, but didn't dare to put it on directly. He asked cautiously: "You suddenly gave me such a gift." Expensive things shouldn’t be broken up and run away, right?”

"You have the most trouble every day!" Jiang Dongjia stretched out his hand: "If you don't want it, just give it back to me."

Bai Yuxia buckled the belt with a snap.

"Hey, is it my turn?" Jiang Anan looked at it for a long time, really unable to wait. Everyone in the restaurant has collected their gifts, and I still want to say a few words one by one - why don't you give me, Jiang An'an's gifts first, and then go chat?

Chu Yao was also watching eagerly, but after all, he did not dare to jump up and urge him like the young master. He just kept walking back and forth in front of the master, hoping to awaken the master-disciple friendship.

"How can I miss you?" Jiang Wang smiled: "Close your eyes, I will give you a surprise."

Jiang Anan closed her beautiful eyes and said happily: "Are you ready?"

Jiang Wang said gently: "Come and see if you like it."

Jiang Anan opened her eyes excitedly and saw...a wall of books.

Big and thick books, like square bricks, formed a wall in front of her!

"How's it going?" Jiang Wang said with a 'you've earned it' expression: "The Tiandu Collector's Edition of "The Sword of History Cuts the Sea"! There is nothing new in the ages, and reading history can be wise! I spent a lot of effort to get it , isn’t it a surprise?”

Chu Yao was already wandering around, wandering to the back of the crowd, and was trying to swing out of the door when Bai Yuxia smirked and carried him back.

Jiang Anan reluctantly raised the corners of her mouth: "Ah, what a surprise."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why do you look so ugly? You are already a big girl, why are you still so restless?" Jiang Wang teased, "Did the Brotherhood only prepare "Swordsman Cuts the Sea" for you? You don't want to either think!"

Jiang Anan was so angry that she came over and hit him, but with a smile on her face: "You are so annoying. Take out my real gift!"

"Here, this is the set of "Universal Prairie Language"!" Jiang Wang took out another pile of books from the storage box, piled them in front of Jiang An'an, and said with a smile: "You still need to make up for your Prairie Language. Last time Brother Rucheng said that what you said was not very standard... This is a new hardcover edition compiled by the Emperor herself!"

The smile on Jiang Anan's face disappeared, and her mouth slowly became deflated.

"Hey, aren't you going to cry? You're fourteen years old!" Jiang Wang was still laughing.

Jiang Anan didn't want to cry, but now the tears really rolled down her face.

"Hey!" Jiang Wang panicked: "I'm kidding! I'm kidding you! This kid! You!"

He immediately held out a beautifully carved and luxuriously decorated sword box: "This is your gift!"

He grabbed Jiang Anan's hand and put it on the sword box: "Knock and see, the material! Touch and see, the carving skills! Beautiful, isn't it? The box is all handmade by famous artists! Open it and take a look, I'm sure you like it!"

Jiang Anan sobbed, but still caught the sword box with both hands.

Jiang Wang continued to introduce it diligently: "This is the sword your brother Lianque made for you. It took three years of refining to make it. I will bring it to you right away...you open it and take a look."

Jiang Anan's long eyelashes trembled, shaking away the last tears, and then opened the sword box——

The room was instantly filled with splendor.

Lying in the box is a snow-colored sheathed long sword. The sword frame looks like a pair of outstretched wings, the sword head looks like a phoenix crown, and the lines of the sheath are very simple, like two crane feathers, elegant and graceful.

Jiang Anan liked it so much that she slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath, and saw a pool of snow-colored shadows, which seemed to have a shadow on it, but if you look closely, it was extremely transparent. It was only when I looked at it for the third time that I realized that four Tao characters were engraved on the spine of the sword, which flickered and appeared, as ethereal as a long shadow.

The word says: Shining on the snow and startling the tiger.

"What a beautiful sword!" Lian Yuchan couldn't help but praise from the side.

This sword is indeed too beautiful to be a human creation.

Jiang Anan sheathed her sword, smiled through her tears, and said, "Thank you, brother, and thank you, brother Lianque! I will write a letter later to thank him again!"

Jiang Wang looked at her with a smile: "I was crying just now!"

Jiang An'an hit him again: "It's not you, it's too much, you deliberately made me angry!"

"Our An'an has really grown up." Jiang Wang looked at his sister, sighed inexplicably, and said warmly: "I originally wanted to wait until you are older before handing it to you, but think about it, I An'an is very sensible and must know how to face life.

"Fourteen-year-old Jiang Wang was fighting in the bandits' den with his sword. He just wanted to earn a pulse-opening pill as soon as possible. He still didn't know what it was like to be extraordinary. Fourteen-year-old Jiang An'an had already reached the perfection level of Zhou Tian. Heaven and Earth Gate. You are much stronger than I was back then!

“But An An, I hope you understand that the sword in your hand can kill people, not just be beautiful. You must understand its weight, and don’t take drawing the sword too lightly.”