Chapter 402 Burning Clouds

There is no talisman in the world of Qingtian Jian, if Yun Qi had not come here, or tens of thousands of years later, there would be no talisman.

He forgot all the past, and naturally he also forgot what he learned in Yimao Zhai. However, in the process of studying and practicing, he actually created the way of talisman by himself.

The so-called Dao can be different routes leading to the same goal, or it can be a mirror image, and the mystery in it is really amazing.

In the real world, Yun Qi is the real founder of the sect, even if he can't ascend to immortality, he will become holy immediately.

Of course, he may have been influenced by the previous life deep in his heart to create the talisman here, but it can still be called shocking.

Looking at the scholar in the pool of blood, Qin Huang suddenly felt that even if he became the co-lord of the world, it didn't seem to have much meaning.

This kind of thinking is extremely inappropriate for a cultivator. He soon came to his senses and said in a low voice, "So what? I'm still alive after all!"

Yun Qi raised the broken sword, pointed at him and said, "You should have died."

"If a person is said to die, he will really die, and the world will become much simpler. Unfortunately, things have never been like this."

Qin Huang said indifferently: "You almost killed me, just like Zhuo Rusui back then. You are very talented and powerful, but you are too stupid to understand that the wrath of a man has no meaning to the world."

Yun Qi said: "Perhaps you are right, Your Majesty, but living such a smart and wretched life is too boring."

Qin Huang stared into his eyes and said, "Interesting? Because you assassinated me, your disciples and your believers will all be killed by me. Wouldn't this be more interesting?"

Yun Qi looked into his eyes quietly, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at this scene, Qin Huang had a cruel and happy smile in his eyes.

Yun Qi coughed blood and said, "I have never understood why you did this. You can't kill all the people in the world. Even if you can conquer the world for a while with a brutal rule, it won't last long. Doesn't the emperor want thousands of generations? You know that if this continues, the Tyrant Qin will die in the second generation, why don't you want to turn back?"

"So you think that I really dare not kill you, just like those useless scholars and women in the world think."

Qin Huang looked at him and said mockingly: "I forgot some things, but you are more thorough, that's why you walked on this dead end."

Yun Qi recalled the conversation with Grand Master Zhang of the Chu State many years ago, and also the conversation with Eunuch He, and said indifferently: "You always say that I have forgotten a lot of things. I am not sure what it is, and I don't care. Even if it is true, walking to the other side without any burden may appear ignorant, but it is relatively easy."

Qin Huang said: "Ignorance is ignorance. If you know that what I am looking for is not the eternal inheritance, but the fairy book, you can understand all this."

Yun Qi said: "Xianlu, it seems somewhat familiar."

Seeing his appearance, Emperor Qin became angry for some reason, and shouted: "That is the treasure of the fairy family that we ascetics dream of, and that is the chance of longevity!"

"So that's how it is."

Yun Qi looked down at the blood on his body, threw away the broken sword, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "After your reminder, I did remember something."

Qin Huang's eyes brightened slightly, and he asked with an inexplicable expectation: "What did you remember?"

"I think you will die today, that's because I think the Emperor Chu will appear in Xianyang, and I vaguely feel that this will change a lot of things."

Yun Qi said: "I just remembered that he seems to have a name named Jing Jiu, and he is a very powerful person."

Qin Huang was silent for a while, and said: "When you start to think about those things, it means that you are going to die."

"Yes, I remembered something again."

Yun Qi paused, and said, "I remembered some more... well, more."

Qin Huang looked at him with a half-smile.

"...I remembered a lot, no, I remembered everything."

Xi Yiyun looked towards the top of the hall and said, "I really am not from this world."

There are countless emotions in a very simple sentence, but it is as light as water.

Qin Huang looked at him and said contemptuously: "Do you think it's nothingness? It's so ridiculous that a majestic Maozhai disciple would get lost in the world of mortals."

Xi Yiyun shook his head and said, "In that world, I am me, and in this world, I am still me."

Then he said seriously: "No matter where I am, I am such a person. It doesn't matter whether I remember or not. How can this be lost?"

Qin Huang was silent again, and said with a sense of boredom: "But you will die in the end, I will win this question, and the fairy will only belong to me."

Xi Yiyun withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said, "Is this the only meaning this question has to you?"

Qin Huang became angry again for some reason, and said sharply: "Meaning? After you die, I will kill all your disciples and believers, burn all your books, forbid anyone to spread your theories, and not even mention your name. I will erase all traces of you in this world. Then what is the meaning of you to this world? What is the meaning of this world to you?"

Xi Yiyun said calmly: "Truths exist beyond cognition. Knowledge is not an invention, but a discovery. Even if I die and the books are burned, those truths will still be found. As for the meaning of this world to me, it will remain in my cognition, and my meaning to this world will also remain in my cognition. That's enough."

Qin Huang's eyes became colder, and he said: "You think you are a benevolent person, because your students will be killed by me, don't you feel ashamed?"

"The deer crowed in the wild, and the sound was not sorrow, but anger, because the situation they faced was not their own responsibility."

Xi Yiyun looked into his eyes and said seriously: "In my opinion, there is no need for you to do this."

On the roof beam of the hall, the blue bird stood there quietly, looking at the picture below.

The ascetics in the real world are also watching here.

Crossbow arrows piled up like a hill.

Xi Yiyun sat in a pool of blood.

Qin Huang stood in front of him and suddenly laughed loudly.

The laughter echoed in the cold and bloody palace, it was very cruel.

This cruelty is for this world, but also for himself.

"If it was before, you might be able to threaten me, but I have forgotten some things that I want to forget at this time, so you can't."

After saying this, Qin Huang turned around and walked out of the hall.

There was a very soft pop.

The runes in the tome cast their final effects, and the flames grew again.

Hundreds of strong Qin soldiers poured into the hall, slashing at Xi Yiyun.

This is the last scene that the blue bird saw before it flew away from the palace.

Xianyang Academy is also carrying out a bloody massacre.

The blue bird landed on the eaves of the archery tower, looking over there quietly.

Countless Qin troops surrounded the school palace.

The hundred or so scholars with long swords kicked over the desk in front of them, blocked the thin and useless palace door, tried to resist and then counterattacked.

Crossbow arrows fell all over the sky, and blood stained the palace windows. There were only screams, but no screams, let alone crying.

Qin Jun broke open the palace gate and came in.

The scholars pushed open the door of the palace and greeted them.

No matter how long the sword is, it can be pulled out to kill people, if you want.

The fierce battle lasted for a long time.

The scholars killed enemies several times their size until their swords broke.

They fell under the crossbow, fell under the spear, fell under the sword, fell in a pool of blood, and died.

The Xianyang Academy is full of dead bodies and the smell of blood. A lot of flies came and buzzed, which was very disturbing.

Qin Jun dug a big pit in the academy, threw the corpses of those scholars into it, moved books from the academy to it, poured tung oil on it, and lit it.

The fire was very big, and produced a lot of black smoke, and it burned for a long time, and it was not extinguished until the evening.

The sky was full of blood, whether it was twilight or fire.

Xianyang City, nine hundred miles to the southeast.

It is autumn now, and the mountains are full of red leaves. Under the shining of the setting sun and being blown by the wind, it seems that there are countless flames jumping.

This picture is very beautiful, just like the fire clouds in the sky.

Jing Jiu was standing on the edge of the cliff, with disheveled hair, beard growing past his chest, and tattered clothes. He looked like a savage.

He looked at Xianyang City in the distance, but didn't speak.

In the sunset glow of the mountains, there is a faint temple.

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(After reading this chapter, it just happened to be the beginning of the night TV series. It’s on Tencent Video. Let’s just turn to it. The first episode will be released at 8 o’clock, and eight episodes should be released today. Let’s talk about whether it’s a carrot or a pear. I’m looking forward to it, curious, and a little nervous...)