Chapter 1007

Zhuo Rusui and the others were on the beach staring at the two wheelchairs by the sea.

This conversation is bound to be written in the history of mankind, how can it not be heard, and then recorded?

So they're all eavesdropping, tense and vaguely excited, like doing something bad.

In order not to disturb that conversation, their communications were all done in their spiritual consciousness.

Several divine senses converged in one place, affecting the flow of air and forming a fuzzy air mass.

"The real person in charge is still so arrogant. Who will make the first move? He can actually say that I am a human being!"

"The old man told you to read fairy tales, didn't you read those history books? Who can snatch that woman? An emperor said something similar."

"The patriarch's words are so sharp, how should I respond? I am the queen. Does the real master want to admit that he is a jellyfish?"

"My lord is so kind, I am all life... It would be great if I didn't fight."

"He can't hear it again. Can you stop flattering at the age of ten? Don't be soft-hearted later, and throw out the magic weapon together."

"This sword is not bad. If it represents the direction of human evolution, it should be Ping Yongjia or that little girl."

"Does Miss Qing'er count? Speaking of her, who is she? Will she join the war?"

"Ping Yongjia has nothing to do with this world? What does this mean? There is a different origin for the sword of all things? It's good that he is here."

"The real person in charge actually said that this is not important, and it is a bit shameless to change the subject so bluntly."

"Can he really get rid of Cheng Tianjian's control?"

"The head master actually wanted to kill the patriarch when he was in Chaotian Continent? Why? Could it be that he really has a way?"

This is the end of the spiritual conversation, because the discussion has been completed.

"It's really boring." Shen Yunbu said: "The essence of human beings is indeed repetition."

Liu Shisui asked earnestly, "Why?"

Shen Yunbu said: "Life, evolution... These should be things that you should have thought about when you were young. Two old guys who don't know how long they have lived are still discussing so seriously. Is it really too boring to delay?"

"Really?" Liu Shisui and Peng Lang were at a loss, "We never thought about it."

Shen Yun buried his tongue, and was about to tease him, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue did not participate in their discussion, and kept paying attention to Huaxi by the sea.

Huaxi's location was a little close to those two wheelchairs.

If the patriarch made a move, she would want to kill someone.

Occasionally, the little girl squatted down to pick up shellfish, the sea breeze blew her hair and broken sleeves, her pale face was a little red from the sun, and beads of sweat gradually grew.

Who would have thought that such a cute girl would die anytime?

Several sword lights glowed from the sleeves of his clothes.

Zhao Layue disappeared from where she was, and came to Huaxi's side in an instant.

Liu Shisui and the others responded extremely quickly.

More than ten sword lights appeared out of nowhere on the beach, and they also arrived at Zhao Layue's side.

Tong Yan also floated over with the method of escape from heaven and earth.

Only the robot remained standing on the beach.

Shen Yun buried a few curse words and sat down.

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Zhao Layue and the others looked at the sea warily.

A very small storm came from the sea and disappeared immediately.

The sea was slightly rising, and a man in a black Taoist robe came out, it was Ensheng the Sword Immortal.

When leaving Mars, he grabbed Ah Da's hair and hung it all the way. Ada didn't do anything until he reached the atmosphere of the ancestral star, and suddenly launched a attack, shooting him far into the sea far away.

It didn't want Ensheng to participate in the ensuing war, so it did so, but it didn't expect that Jing Jiu didn't fight immediately after meeting the patriarch, but exchanged Huaxi's life with Xueji's life, and then started chatting.

Even in the boundless sea, it took such a long time for Ensheng to find him.

Everyone looked at him warily, even Peng Lang.

No one knows whether the sword fairy Ensheng will break the short-term tranquility. What if he didn't want to rescue Huaxi, but killed Huaxi, so as to help the Patriarch gain the power to shoot freely?

Ensheng ignored them, walked directly to the coconut grove not far away, looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair, and said, "Although it is meaningless to say these words now, I still want to say one thing. Without the founder of the Qingshan Sword Sect, there would be no you today, let alone these juniors. Do you lack basic respect for him?"

Hearing these words, Liu Shisui lowered his head. Zhuo Rusui also felt very uncomfortable. Peng Lang couldn't help sighing as he thought that if Patriarch Ensheng hadn't founded the sect in Tianshou Mountain, he wouldn't be where he is now.

Zhao Layue and Tong Yan were also silent. They have all learned the Qingshan sword way, no matter from which point of view, they should be considered to have received the favor of the ancestor, but now they are besieging the ancestor, which really feels a little wrong.

Only one person felt otherwise.

"He just happened to pick up that sword in the mountains."

Jing Jiu said, "If someone else picked up that sword, the Qingshan Sect would also appear."

This sentence is in response to Ensheng, the Sword Immortal.

Since the ancestors are not a necessary condition for the existence of their descendants, why should they be grateful?

"If someone else picked up the sword, it might be used to chop wood."

Ensheng stared into his eyes and said, "The patriarch is the one chosen by fate."

"The person chosen by fate is called Minghao. If Minghao refers to picking up the sword, that sword is of course the key."

The meaning of Jing Jiu's words was also very clear.

Ensheng looked at him with a sneer and said, "The name of the Qingshan sect comes from the patriarch, why do you have to force it?"

Jing Jiu said: "Tens of thousands of years ago, if Zhuo Rusui picked up this sword, it would be called Rusuizong, if ten years old picked it up, it would be called Tensuizong, if I picked it up, it would be called Jiuzong, does it matter what it is called?"

Zhuo Rusui said with a bitter face: "It's more important, these names are too weird."

Shen Yun buried in the distance and said: "That's Shen Qingshan's name is just right, I have to thank my grandparents."

"Even if no one picked up that sword, and the Qingshan Sect never appeared, so what?"

Jing Jiu ignored these two boring guys, looked at Ensheng and continued, "I can go to Yunmeng Mountain, Guocheng Temple, Daze, Jingzong, even if I go to the Kunlun School, I will still be invincible."

Zhao Layue couldn't bear to listen anymore, not because of his narcissism, but mainly because he had opinions on a certain sect.

"The Kunlun School doesn't work."

"Okay, so what if I create my own Jingyuan sect? What's so important about sects?"

Jing Jiu said: "The Green Mountain Sect really treated me well, so I never left, but that was the later Green Mountain Sect, and it has nothing to do with the portraits in the small building."

His memory and affection for the Qingshan Sect began with his master Dao Yuan. If it is said that as long as you are a member of the Qingshan Sect, you will naturally be close to sentient beings... What are those uncles and uncles that he and his senior brother and corpse dog Yinfeng killed that year?

"You created the Green Mountain Sect is your own business, not for me."

Jing Jiu looked at Shen Qingshan and said, "You don't even know that there will be me in the world tens of thousands of years later."

The ancient emperors built such a large palace for the comfort and openness of their own living. Tourists who visit the imperial palace in later generations should thank him for leaving this great building for human beings and himself?

"Unreasonable." Shen Yunbu's voice was rare and serious, "But I like it."

Shen Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu quietly, without saying a word.

The beach suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

People feel very bad.

He also said a lot when discussing human beings, why is he only looking at Jing Jiu now?

He obviously didn't think Jing Jiu's words were meaningless, it was more like looking at a dead person.

You're going to die, so say whatever you want.

Jing Jiu's words were indeed too much, which was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

When a person is about to die, does he talk a lot?

Suddenly there was a breeze.

The coconut grove is ringing in the wind.

This wind came from the sea, from the sky, and from outside the atmosphere, bringing a small but clear message.

That distant message was a letter of peace.

Ah Da lived up to expectations and really resolved the crisis there.

The atmosphere at the beach did not become more relaxed, but more tense.

The end of the crisis over there means the end of the agreement, which means that the tranquility here will no longer exist.

The tense atmosphere and vague pressure even affected the sea.

The waves rushed to the beach, suddenly became viscous, and then the waves gradually condensed, like static sculptures.

Huaxi squatted down, gently pulled a piece with her fingers, and found that it was not ice, but some kind of jade-like existence.

The Patriarch looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu hummed lightly.

Zhao Layue looked at the little girl by the sea who didn't seem to care about anything, and withdrew those sword intents.

Huaxi's body trembled slightly.

After a while, she stood up slowly, turned to look at the edge of the coconut grove, her eyes fell on Shen Qingshan's face.

Shen Qingshan didn't look at her, but still looked at Jing Jiu.

The tranquility of the beach was suddenly broken by footsteps.

Zhao Layue ignored it and just looked down at her palm. The sword intents drawn from Huaxi's brain lay like thin ice on her callused palm, so quiet and gentle, like the wings of a chilling cicada.

The footsteps were steady, at exactly the same intervals.

There was a row of footprints in the sand, obviously bare feet.

The gray plaid shirt was already in tatters, and the shoes could not be kept.

Liu Shisui walked up to the wheelchair and saluted, and said, "This junior still wants to ask the patriarch for advice."

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly, thinking that Zhao Layue wasn't the one who made the first move?

"Go." Zhao Layue said in her heart.

Those thin ice-like sword intents in her palm suddenly melted and turned into two sword lights.

The sword light was slightly curved, like an arc.

The next moment, those two arcs of light appeared beside the coconut grove and behind the wheelchair.

Reality emerges gradually under the arc light, there are two thin films, with a faint filamentary structure between them.

That is a pair of transparent wings.

On Qing'er's body.

It turned out that it was not the two arc-shaped sword lights that left by themselves, but Qing'er stuck the sword lights to the wings.

Then she quietly appeared behind Shen Qingshan.

This is more mysterious and traceless than the Zhongzhou school's heaven and earth escape method, and faster than the Nether Immortal Sword.

The transparent thin wings fell silently.

Slashed down with those two sword lights.

At the same time, a sword tip protruded from the sand under Shen Qingshan's wheelchair.

It was as red as blood.

It was the Chuzi sword that Zhao Layue used blood to strike the front.

Zhao Layue's eyes glowed with countless sword lights.

Those sword lights pierced through the black and white eyes, smearing an extremely awe-inspiring meaning.

There were several sword lights in the hair floating from her temples and the cloth belt around her neckline.

Why is the invisible sword body so ghostly?

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The sky is full of stars dotted in the night sky, and the green mountains and peaks are quiet and somewhat boring.

Nan Wang sat on the black stone at the top of Qingrong Peak, looked at the starry sky, and remained silent.

Compared with previous years, she still has some changes, just like the flower tree next to the black stone has grown many new branches.

For example, she didn't lie on the black stone, didn't drink, and more importantly, she didn't sing.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Shenmo Peak not far away, and found that it was even deserted than here.

Those people have all ascended away, or gone to sea.

The picture that can be seen often by the cliff has long since ceased to exist, and it will never appear again.

The starlight suddenly dimmed, the night sky suddenly had a strong wind, and the breath of heaven and earth was slightly chaotic.

Nan Wang looked in the direction of Bihu Peak with a slightly trembling expression.

Why did the Castle Peak Sword Formation repaired by Ping Yongjia thirty years ago have such a big reaction?

Countless dark clouds gathered from all around the sky and the earth, covering the stars, pressing down on the green mountains and peaks like a cover.

A dust dragon emerged from the top of Tianguang Peak and quickly came to the top of Qingrong Peak.

Ping Yongjia bowed to her and said, "There will be thunder later."

Thunder is not a catastrophe, but it is also an extremely rare celestial phenomenon, which often means something important.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and asked in puzzlement, "Does the Master Master know why?"

Ping Yongjia was silent for a while, looked at Bihu Peak in the distance, and said, "Let's see."

The sky at the top of Bihu Peak is the eye of the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Not long after, countless thunderbolts fell from the clouds, and the bright lightning illuminated the peaks of the green mountains very clearly.

The disciples from all peaks have already received orders that it is strictly forbidden to wash their swords during the thunderstorm tonight, and they all stayed in their respective caves.

Most of the lightning fell on the top of Bihu Peak.

The lake water is turbulent, with constant waves and occasional streams of water mist.

The thunderstorm tonight was indeed too terrifying. The Thunder Soul Wood in that palace had actually been forged into two pieces in a very short period of time.

"Did you see anything?" Nan Wang looked at Ping Yongjia and asked.

Ping Yongjia's face was pale, with something wrong in his expression, he said, "There is something going on outside."

Nan Wang understood what he meant, and his face couldn't help but change.

Ping Yongjia could see it because he had seen that person's ruthless eyes many times tens of thousands of years ago.

Not long after, the thunder stopped.

The cloud suddenly dissipated and the stars fell, as if nothing had happened before.

But did nothing really happen?

Ping Yongjia sat on the black stone with his head bowed and his knees hugged, scared like a child.

Nan Wang said blankly, "Since we can't change anything, we just have to be ourselves."

Ping Yongjia said in a daze: "Then what should I do?"

Nan Wang said: "Tomorrow there will be a new sword-washing disciple entering the mountain gate. You are the head of the sect, so of course you have to make arrangements."