Chapter 1013 Beheading

This wins?

How did this win?

Zhuo Rusui almost shouted this sentence, but seeing the expressions of Zhao Layue and others, and the complicated expression on Shen Yunbu's head, he forcibly swallowed the sentence back, but still felt a lot of puzzlement.

The child staggered all the way to the wheelchair, the wheelchair kept backing up, and now the child jumped on it, and this supposedly spectacular sword fight, and it was indeed a spectacular sword fight... just decided the winner?

"You didn't use Nan Chi's sword ghost technique, you just left the body, why is it so strong?"

Shen Qingshan looked at the child on his lap and asked: "Could this road really work?"

"We're all going the same way."

The child looked at him and said, "It's just that I have gone further than you."

The other shore is not the end of the avenue, but just across a small river.

There are countless high mountains on the other side of the river, and everyone is climbing the mountains.

There may be many paths up the mountain, but the peak is always the same.

Regardless of whether it is an active or passive choice, it seems that one has to gradually move away from reality until now.

Shen Qingshan's body was already old, and he couldn't find a perfect way to transfer his soul, so he chose to put his consciousness in the Ten Thousand Things Sword Formation, but he still kept a part of his body, and he didn't dare to leave completely.

Maybe it's because he's afraid of unknown forms of existence, maybe it's because he still has time.

"Why can you?" Shen Qingshan asked.

The child said: "After you left, many great people came out of Chaotian Continent, such as Nan Trend, Senior Brother Taiping, and the former Underworld Emperor. Their ways have all fallen on me, so I walked more steadily and resolutely than you."

The way they talked about in this conversation is the way of not wanting the body.

That's it in a nutshell.

"Take off your clothes and go..."

Shen Qingshan said after a moment of quiet thinking: "I remembered, people said the same thing here hundreds of thousands of years ago."

Huaxi sat on a small bench and said, "It's not here, it's another mountain."

"Oh, that's another mountain."

Shen Qingshan said to the child: "You may not know that this island was also a mountain many thousands of years ago. The place we are on is the top of the mountain. Human civilization keeps reincarnating. I don't know how many times the surface of the ancestor star has been destroyed..."

The child didn't speak, and didn't urge, even though his body was so pale that it was about to disappear.

"If you can survive, there are some things you should look at, and then... try to keep humans alive."

Shen Qingshan looked at the child and said, "If you think you are human."

"What about you?" Huaxi suddenly raised her head, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You don't care? Didn't you say you could solve all problems back then?"

Shen Qingshan said: "A few years ago, I found an ancient poem in a certain site."

Everyone thought to themselves when is this, and you still have the mood to recite poetry?

Shen Qingshan naturally would not pay attention to these people.

He looked at the soul in the deepest part of Huaxi's eyes, and began to read softly.

"I return the stone to the stone, let the victorious victorious, tonight the barley belongs only to himself.

everything is growing

Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi

empty

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I only want you. "(Note)

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elder sister?

Could this be what Shen Qingshan called that girl when he ascended to leave Chaotian Continent and came to this world? From the perspective of the age of survival, of course there is nothing wrong with calling it that way, but... I don't know how many stories happened in those years.

The island was silent.

The sword intent is still floating between the sky and the earth.

Huaxi's eyelashes trembled, and then he let go of his hands weakly.

She was holding on to the stone she had picked up by the sea.

That stone came from the moon, incomplete and slightly out of focus, with a sharp corner.

She hid the stone in her little hand for a long time.

"Feel sorry."

She said to Shen Qingshan: "When they threatened you with me, I was not willing to kill myself."

Shen Qingshan said: "If I have visible endless life like you, I won't do this."

Huaxi laughed at himself and said, "Do you think I can still live?"

Shen Qingshan said: "Based on my understanding of Qingshan disciples, what you promised can generally be done, when you are not a threat to them. So you should be able to live, and I wish you many years of life."

"Yes." Zhao Layue said from a distance, "You will live."

Liu Shisui continued, "This is our promise."

Shen Qingshan looked at the child on his lap, and said: "Look, you said that the Qingshan sect has nothing to do with me, you are wrong."

The child said, "Perhaps. She will indeed live, and you will die."

Shen Qingshan laughed and said: "Back then, I used the sword to comprehend Dao and founded a sect after hundreds of years. As Daoism deepened, a certain question in my heart also became deeper and deeper. I traveled around the mainland from the mountains, looking for those new sects, and asked people when I met."

"What's the problem?" Jing Jiu said.

Shen Qingshan said: "I asked those people, do you want to die?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone naturally remembered the famous mantra of the Qingshan School, and their expressions changed slightly.

Shen Qingshan continued: "I really want to know the answer to this question, but most ascetics think that I am humiliating them, so they have to do it, so they die. I wonder if they really want to die?"

The faces of everyone became more exciting.

They didn't know until today that the famous catchphrase of the Qingshan School actually came from this.

The fierce reputation of the Green Mountain Sect is probably also due to those bloody winds.

"Who would want to die? Since you don't want to die, why don't you strive to live forever?"

Shen Qingshan looked at the child and said: "I didn't realize until many years later that this has nothing to do with talent or rules, but even if you keep living, you will still age, and when you get old, you will naturally want to die."

Zhuo Rusui's eyes fell on his lap, thinking about the scenes he had seen over the past year, he felt a little sad.

"My body doesn't feel anything, it's more terrifying than aging."

The child said to Shen Qingshan: "But I still don't want to die."

"Although I don't know what your reason for living is, you are indeed more determined than me."

Shen Qingshan said: "But now I am not afraid of death anyway, so come on."

As soon as the words fell, the young woodcutter finally dropped his hatchet.

Silently, the blade cut through nothingness.

The child threw himself into Shen Qingshan's arms and disappeared without a trace.

The young woodcutter retracted the hatchet, inserted it into his belt, gave Shen Qingshan a reluctant look, turned around and walked into the sword.

The sword intent all over the sky suddenly dissipated.

calm.

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Zhuo Rusui understood.

Everyone understands.

Why Shen Qingshan didn't dare to let that child get close to him.

The child was in his body right now.

This is seizing the house.

Jing Jiu never thought of making this old body the third residence of his soul.

He just wants to destroy this body, and then destroy the source of that divine consciousness, and completely kill the other party.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

The childish voice of the child floated between the sky and the earth.

Shen Qingshan said: "I'll talk about other things later. What I want to know now is, can you still put on your clothes after you take them off?"

The child said: "I plan to wear it for a few more days, and then I won't wear it."

Shen Qingshan didn't say anything more.

How did Jing Jiu plan to kill him?

The Buer sword rose through the air and flew to the wheelchair.

Shen Qingshan stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, put it across his neck, and cut lightly.

There was a soft snap.

His head fell into the pool.

The headless body gradually disintegrated in the wheelchair, turned into grains of sand and blown away by the wind.

The child takes shape in the wheelchair.

Compared with his body, the wheelchair was huge, empty, and deserted.

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The island is silent, but there is the sound of water.

It was Shen Qingshan's head floating in the pool.

The fish that he had rarely caught, avoided the corners in fear, wondering if they would pounce on them later.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the beach, and the broken robot finally moved and ran to the pool.

The robot leaned forward awkwardly, as if trying to see the picture clearly.

The control room had no cover, and Shen Yunbu's head fell into the water with a plop.

The heads of the father and son were floating on the water, neither far nor near, eye to eye.

Shen Yunbu wanted to complain about why he didn't tell himself the last words, but told the little girl, he opened his mouth and gulped a few mouthfuls of pool water, and quickly raised his head to look at the sky, so as not to feel uncomfortable when the water got into his nose.

"Hey! Do you hurt?" He asked looking at the sky.

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(Note: Excerpted from Haizi's poem "Tonight I'm in Delingha". I know that it has been used badly by others, but it is really suitable for use between them. After half a year of hesitation, I decided to use it. At this time, I don't care what to do so much.)