Chapter 998 Tower
The speed of the wheelchair in front slowed down, probably because the beach was too soft.
"Liu Shisui and the others don't know this, but Tong Yan, Zhao Layue, and Bai Zao know. She really knows that I will hesitate, so she let me come here. I am also willing to come here, because I have long been tired of being with them all the way."
Zhuo Rusui walked to the back of the wheelchair, put his hands down, and said, "I really don't intend to help them this time, but that doesn't mean I can just watch you kill them all. After all, I've known them for a longer time, and I've eaten so many hot pot meals with them, and you... used to be a portrait in a small building."
"What about now? We've been together for so long, and you still think I'm that old guy in the portrait?"
Patriarch motioned for him to push the wheelchair deeper.
The sea came up and wet his feet.
"You are now a person who has stepped out of the painting."
Zhuo Rusui said: "I must admit that, to a certain extent, you have fulfilled part of my nostalgia for Master."
The patriarch said: "In the end, you still talked a lot of nonsense."
"Because people are going to die." Zhuo Rusui said: "I watched you throw out the bamboo pole, and those water droplets burst out of the air. Presumably a person died on Mars. I don't know who died, but thinking that it might be an old acquaintance at the hot pot table, I feel very uncomfortable."
The ancestor star is the hub of this solar system's sword array, and many things can be seen and felt here, such as death in the distance.
Who are those two people who have died? Did those guys from Chaotian Continent come out with the corpse dog? Liu Shisui or Zhao Layue?
Patriarch looked at the waves of the sea and said, "Even if the person who died may be Tongyan?"
"I don't know." Zhuo Rusui shook his head in a daze, and said, "I just don't want them all to die."
He knew that the Patriarch had changed, and many people would die.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that even if Tong Yan died, he might not be very happy.
"So you want to stand up against me?" Patriarch said.
Zhuo Rusui didn't think for too long, and said, "Yes."
The patriarch said: "I asked you to study here for a year, just to make your vision higher and wider, and I don't want you to be so stubborn in the end."
Zhuo Rusui said seriously: "Cultivating the Tao is against the sky. Who is not stubborn before the Tao?"
There is nothing wrong with this statement, Patriarch Qingshan is the most stubborn person in this universe. For the will of the gods, for the destiny of mankind, and for the pursuit of his own way, he has done so many things. Otherwise, he can continue to dig graves, read books, and be the spiritual leader of the Galaxy Alliance on this planet. How happy he is.
Zhuo Rusui didn't say anything more, walked seven steps towards the beach, then turned around and called out his sword.
The flying sword is gray and looks very ordinary, like a dead leaf. If it falls in the sand, it may be difficult to find it.
If he was in Chaotian Continent or Qingtian Jianli, he would definitely do everything possible to sneak attack, but he knew that in front of the patriarch, such a thing as sneak attack was meaningless.
"Swallow the boat sword?" Patriarch asked.
Zhuo Rusui said: "Well, it has been broken several times in these years, and I can no longer improve the rank."
The Patriarch said, "When did you stop?"
Zhuo Rusui said: "Once three hundred years ago, once two hundred years ago, once a hundred years, they were all broken by Furth's sword."
Patriarch said: "Why do you still keep it?"
Zhuo Rusui's kendo talent is not inferior to Zhao Liu's. He has been the head of Qingshan for hundreds of years, and he is supported by the entire Chaotian Continent. His realm must have already reached the peak of kendo, and there is no need for such a sword.
"The sword follows everyone, this is the truth you left us in the sword canon."
Zhuo Rusui said: "There is one thing that you are definitely not very clear about. Zhao Layue arranged for me to watch you or other teachers from the beginning. Apart from the fact that I can easily win your trust, there is another more important reason, that is... I am better at killing than them."
Zhao Layue is not afraid of killing people, Liu Shisui is daring to kill people, but when it comes to really being able to kill people... it has to be him.
The patriarch turned the wheelchair, looked at him and said, "It's a pity, I can't be fully regarded as a human right now."
Hearing these words, Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly as he thought about how he had been together for more than a year.
The waves slapped the beach slowly, rose a little more, and submerged the lower edge of the wheelchair.
There seems to be an extra river between him and the patriarch.
The Tunzhou Sword slowly left in front of him and flew towards the Patriarch, the body of the sword trembling slightly.
Feijian seems to be slow, but in fact it is as fast as thunder. The reason why the picture is like this is because the river has suddenly become vast and boundless.
The sea breeze came slowly, reached the river, went to the other bank, and landed on Zhuo Rusui's body.
Several rips appeared on his shirt.
A few stems of black hair fell out.
The little finger snapped off without a sound.
A deep sword hole also appeared on the knee.
Blood gushed out from those wounds, and when it met the air, it began to burn, turning into pale golden flames.
He raised his hands, covered his eyebrows with two index fingers, and looked at the flames coming from under his body. There was no surprise or pain in his eyes, just curiosity.
The reason why you want to cover your eyebrows with your fingers is naturally not because of the old saying of urgency, so you are afraid that your eyebrows will be ignited.
It's because compared with Tong Yan, his pair of sword eyebrows are proud, so naturally he should be well protected.
There was no surprise or pain, because he knew that the master's kendo realm must be far above his own, but he was a little curious about what kind of sword the other party was using.
The breeze from the sea, beating the beach, the sea water like a horizontal river, those silvery sand grains are all swords.
This is of course the pinnacle of the Qingshan swordsmanship - the sword of everything, but it is somewhat different from the sword of everything that Zhuo Rusui knows.
He quickly remembered that this was the sword of all things that he saw in Dayuan City many years ago.
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Zhuo Rusui looked at the wildfire flowing out of his body, and when he was thinking about these things, the Tunzhou Sword was still flying forward slowly and stubbornly on the river.
He didn't even glance at his sword, and he didn't care.
No matter how wide the river is, it seems to be boundless, but as long as you fly forward, you will always fly to the other side for a moment.
Before he drew his sword, he had already made preparations.
Peng Lang did not use the sword of all things to deal with his ancestor.
He also doesn't know how to use the sword of all things, because he knows that it is definitely not as good as the ancestor's use.
He didn't use Chengtian Sword or any other sword technique.
He was just flying the sword.
All the sword intent, spirit, spirit and obsession are on this sword, and all are on the word "fly".
Even if he was cut into dust by the ancestor with the sword of all things, the sword would continue to fly forward until it reached the other side and came to the old man in the wheelchair.
Patriarch Qingshan is comparable to a god, his only weakness is his old body that is about to decay, this is the conclusion of Zhuo Rusui's observation for more than a year.
So he chose this method in the end.
You make everything a sword.
I regard Mantian Jianyi as a river, and use the sword as a boat to cross it.
No matter how strong the water in the river is, it is difficult to overturn the wooden boat walking in it, and it may even make it go faster.
The gray flying sword flew slowly over the river, trembling constantly, like a small boat that might be swallowed by the waves at any time.
But just three steps away from the wheelchair, the boat stopped suddenly.
Instead of being overturned by the huge waves in the river, it fell directly from the sky and landed in the river bed that suddenly dried up.
With a soft snap, the small boat fell into several pieces of wreckage, and then turned into pieces.
Why is this so?
Because the rising sea suddenly dropped and receded into the distance.
The river that lay between them disappeared naturally.
The ebb and flow of the tide has its own rules, which are only related to the blood moon hanging over the sea.
Why is the tide suddenly ebbing when the tide is rising?
Heaven and earth should not be like this!
Could it be that the Patriarch was able to change the laws of heaven and earth?
The last wave fell on the boat-swallowing sword that had become dozens of pieces, slowly dragging it into the sea.
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Zhuo Rusui was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked across, with a relieved smile on his face.
His injuries were serious, not on his little finger and knee, but on the sword marks that went deep into the fairy body.
Patriarch did not kill him.
He still has a lot of extremely powerful swordsmanship that is useless - the Qingshan sect master these years is not for nothing.
But it doesn't make sense.
Wheat fields have no meaning, embankments have no meaning, sailing boats has no meaning, Chengtian sword has no meaning, and ghost swordsmanship has no meaning.
The most powerful swordsmanship can split the sky and the earth, and the sky and the earth will not be moved by it, because you are always between the sky and the earth.
Zhuo Rusui said sincerely: "Using a sword in front of the patriarch is just like the words I read in the book a few days ago. It is really ridiculous."
The words in those ancient books are banmen playing axes, Guan Gong playing big knives in front of Guan Gong's door, and selling books in front of the master's door.
The gap between him and the Patriarch is just that big.
The patriarch said: "Your sword is very good, I just lived these years and thought more."
Zhuo Rusui understood.
This is the kind of sword that I saw in Dayuan City that year.
Everything that exists between heaven and earth is his sword. Here we are not talking about specific things such as flowers, plants, trees, stones and kitchen knives, but a whole.
Thinking is the interaction between self-awareness and the world.
The patriarch's spiritual consciousness is scattered in the solar system, forming this magnificent green mountain sword array.
That means the entire solar system is his sword.
No one can beat him here.
Patriarch looked towards the distance of the beach.
A few days ago, when Zhuo Rusui was fishing with him, he seemed a little bored, and built a tower there with sea water mixed with sand.
Where the Patriarch's gaze fell, the sand tower collapsed silently, turning into a pile of sand, which looked like a tomb.
"Buddhists like to use this kind of picture to talk about impermanence."
The Patriarch looked back at him and said, "But you forgot that things made of sand will disappear when the wind blows."
Zhuo Rusui retracted the fingers covering his eyebrows, crushed the wildfire flowing from the wound, and said: "When a fake is true, it is also a fake."
Some slight rustling sounds and anxious screams of monkeys sounded in the distant coconut grove.
The patriarch said: "Since the start of the formation, you have arranged a total of seventeen sand towers and stone towers, and now they are all gone."
In the dark place deep in the coconut grove, there are some piles of sand and rocks scattered, and there are even piles of stones in a sheltered place on the cliff, but the number is smaller.
Those are the traces of the collapse of the sand and stone towers.
These sand towers and stone towers were also made by Zhuo Rusui, and the monkeys helped a lot.
He is the head of the Green Mountain Sect, so he naturally knows how to drive the monkeys.
The sand tower by the sea turned out to be a cover-up, but it's a pity how could it hide it from the patriarch.
When the patriarch moved his mind, all the pagodas were destroyed, and there was not a single one left. How else could he tell those people the information?
"Before the ascension, I went to Guocheng Temple and planned to take that stone pagoda away, because I thought it was the anchor of my Dao heart, and I just didn't want to disturb the old God Emperor's sleep."
Zhuo Rusui said: "Of course I am far behind you when it comes to things like swordsmanship, but when it comes to things like towers, I am really more familiar than you."
The tower is the earliest high-rise building that appeared in the childhood of human civilization.
Standing on the tower, you can see far away, and you can transmit shouts and radio waves farther, so there are watchtowers, TV towers and the like.
Those stone towers and sand towers are the means he used to speak to those people in the solar system, but with some adjustments.
"It's true when it's fake." Zhuo Rusui said this sentence again.
The Patriarch understood, and his eyes fell on the coconut grove in the distance.
The collapsed sand towers and stone towers stirred up some smoke and dust, which was composed of fine sand and stone powder, and was driven by the sea breeze and drifted in all directions.
As the Patriarch's sight fell, a lot of fine sand fell like rain, weaving into a very dreamy curtain.
But some grains of sand still drifted to other places, maybe the next moment they will float out of the atmosphere and into space.
This is Zhuo Rusui's method.
Those sand towers are not vehicles for disseminating information, but the information itself.
When they collapse, the information will be scattered between the sky and the earth.
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The sky and the earth are getting closer.
There are countless beautiful and huge snowflakes in the frozen sky, and each one is different, with an extremely complex and regular beauty.
Countless sword lights illuminated those snowflakes very brightly, as if they were right in front of them, in fact they were right in front of them.
The sky is only a few feet away from the edge of the cliff, and it will fall in a short time.
The robot could no longer sit upright, otherwise its upper body would be cut off, so it had to lean back and use its mechanical arms against the ground for support.
Like a person slumped on the couch watching TV.
At such a dangerous moment, such a posture naturally has a fearless spirit in the laziness, which is very handsome.
Shen Yun buried his true feelings in the robot.
"I'm so chic..."