Chapter 507: The Meaning Beyond the Sword

Above the sky, there is another world.

The beings living on the mainland have countless conjectures about that world, and then gradually fade away with time.

It takes a thousand years for an ascender to appear, even if there was a longing, how long can it last.

Why care about the other shore that can never be reached, even if it is a fairyland?

But for Zhao Layue, a genius ascetic whose goal is to seek Taoism and ascend, of course they will think about what is there.

This is also where she can't understand Daoist Taiping.

The goal of cultivating the Tao is longevity and ascension. Why does a peerless person like him always focus on the world?

"He has a strong sense of crisis. He feels that the world is full of competition and danger. He also has a strong sense of responsibility. He feels that he should lead the whole world forward, so his goal is different from other ascetics."

Jing Jiu said, "He wants to break the rules of this world and lead all ascetics to leave together."

The magnificent scene appeared in front of Zhao Layue's eyes. After a long silence in shock, she said softly, "Is this the ascension of everyone?"

"That's right. On the surface, it's a bit like the Zen saying that everyone can become a Buddha."

Jing Jiu said: "He was the abbot of Guocheng Temple, and he studied Buddhism very well, so he may have been influenced."

Zhao Layue said: "Do you think... all of what he wants can't be realized?"

Jing Jiu said very directly: "I don't know, I just don't like the things he has to do in the process of realizing his ideal."

In his previous life, he had been retreating at Shangde Peak and Shenmo Peak, and rarely left Qingshan, but Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing and Ah Da knew that he was not afraid of killing people.

He also saw Lian Sanyue killing people.

But he had never seen such a murderer.

In order to achieve his goal, Taiping can kill anyone, even his own people.

The flood is surging.

Brother Huang is dead.

Zen Zi was forced to reincarnate.

The sword was hiding everywhere in the green hills, like a poor monkey.

Most importantly, he doesn't subscribe to that notion.

The relationship between practitioners and ordinary people has never been the relationship between shepherds and sheep.

He had told Zhao Layue when he was in Chaoge City.

Zhao Layue probably also thought of that sentence, and said, "You are right."

This is the conclusion.

From this moment on, they never discussed the issue again.

Suddenly singing came from Qingrong Peak on the opposite side of the cliff.

Jing Jiu's expression changed slightly, he was about to get up and leave, but stayed behind the next moment.

The singing was a little sad.

In the clouds and mist, you can vaguely see the picture over there.

Nan Wang stood drinking under the flower tree.

She just started drinking, not drunk yet.

Jing Jiu said suddenly: "If there were no accidents back then, she should be Liu Ci's Taoist companion."

Zhao Layue was a little surprised and said, "Later?"

Jing Jiu said, "She doesn't like him."

Zhao Layue thought to herself that you were the accident, and asked, "Then?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's boring."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "Yes."

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Shangde Peak is covered with thick snow.

Coughing sounds came from the cave from time to time.

The snow between the cliffs kept vibrating with the sound of coughing, turning into a small avalanche.

Chi Yan withdrew his gaze from the broken arm, looked at the cave, his eyes were full of worry.

Nan Chi's sword was really powerful, he had no strength to parry at all, so his arm was cut off, and Duan Liantian died directly.

Master Jian Lv was the direct target of Nan Chi's sneak attack. After being seriously injured, he confronted Nan Chi with his sword. The injury must have been extremely serious.

The coughing sound suddenly disappeared, and Yuan Qijing walked out of the cave.

Chi Yan was very surprised, thinking that you are still seriously injured, where are you going?

Yuan Qijing waved his hand, motioning him not to speak, stepped on the three-foot sword and left Shangde Peak.

On the stone beam between Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak, the fog was as thick as yesterday, but there was no shadow of Yinfeng.

The cloud and mist suddenly dispersed, and Yuan Qijing fell on the stone beam accompanied by pieces of snowflakes.

Fang Jingtian came out from the depths of the fog.

Yuan Qijing looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Fang Jingtian's white eyebrows fluttered lightly, and he didn't speak.

Yuan Qijing still looked at him quietly and shook his head.

Fang Jingtian was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

From the moment he began to retreat, he was not allowed to leave without permission.

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Outside Nanhua City, there is a small mountain village.

There is nothing special about this mountain village. Like other small mountain villages, you can always see old men basking in the sun and gossiping at the entrance of the village.

As the sun was setting, an old man with thinning hair and a red nose returned to his small yard with a walking stick.

A golden pheasant stayed on the stone mill in the yard, its long tail was badly damaged and no longer so creepy and scary, it looked a little funny.

With a creak, Yin San pushed open the door and came out, squinting his eyes at the setting sun in the distance, and said, "Another day has passed."

Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed his nose and said, "The real person...there must be an explanation for this matter, right?"

Yin San was able to escape from the situation in the West Sea. Those strong Qingshan who couldn't hold back played a very important role, but the real important one was of course the ancestor Xuanyin.

He forcibly took the sword of Xihai Sword God, and forcibly fought with Yi Maozhai's Longwei Inkstone, showing his unfathomable realm of cultivation.

Just like the white cat on the top of Shenmo Peak, he felt that he was entitled to ask for something now.

Yin San stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and said, "Find a chance to vent your anger on you."

Patriarch Xuanyin's nose became even more blood red, which was a sign of extreme anger.

"The Xuanyin sect is gone! What's the use of venting your anger?"

Yin San ignored him, walked to the stone mill, checked the tail feathers of the golden pheasant, and said, "It can be raised well."

The golden pheasant spit out the words and said: "Really, the fate card is in the hands of that fellow, no matter what it is, I am always uneasy."

Yin San comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, if he doesn't touch you this time, he won't touch you."

A carriage drove up to the courtyard.

A very cute little boy carved from ice was sent in.

Patriarch Xuanyin knew it should be a letter and asked, "What happened again?"

The little boy was only three or four years old, his eyes were innocent and clean, and he was extremely ignorant.

"It's a blank slate."

Yin San patted the little boy's head, said with a smile, "I'll be able to write a great article after four years of hard teaching."

Patriarch Xuanyin couldn't stand the way he spoke, so he turned his head and walked towards the kitchen.

When he came to the stove and looked at the hooves that were as stable as mountains in the boiling soup, he suddenly fell silent.

Whether it's wood or pig's trotters, after being boiled for a long time, they will eventually fail.

There are more and more rot on the real person's body, which may collapse at any time.

What are you going to do if you don't get the Hatsuko Sword?

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Jing Jiu left Shenmo Peak and went to Sword Prison.

Walking through the passage full of blood and taint, and coming to the dry and clean hall, he looked at another passage that was deeper.

At the end of the passage was the cell, where Xue Ji was locked.

The passage is full of sword intents laid out by him, fierce and sublime, no one can decipher it.

Xue Ji sensed his arrival, and turned to look at the door of the cell.

Jing Jiu and Xue Ji looked at each other quietly through layers of sword intent and the door, but no one spoke.

The wind came from two places, the wind from the courtyard of Shangde Peak was a bit cold, and the wind from Yin Peak was a bit warmer, and the dust was rolled up and drifted between the two people's sights.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Jiu turned and left.

In the cell, Xue Ji withdrew her gaze, ready to continue looking at the snow-capped mountain.

That is her beautiful country.

Jing Jiu suddenly stopped and asked, "That chair... If you find it hard, I'll change it for you?"

Xue Ji groaned twice, the first time meant that she didn't think it was hard, and the second time said she didn't want it.

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There is a Taoist gate at the end of the sword prison, and there is a murderous fog outside the gate, and there are countless mountain peaks on the other side of the fog.

This is the legendary Qingshan hidden peak.

In addition to those elders who are waiting to die, there are also a very small number of strong people from various peaks who want to break through and restrain themselves here.

Naturally, there are other passages to leave Yinfeng, and Liu Shisui walked through it once.

But apart from Jing Jiu, Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing and Shigou, no one knew about it, not even Liu Ada.

Apart from Tianguang Peak, there is no other place in the world where you can see the Hidden Peak, not because of the clouds and mists that surround the peaks, but because of the Green Mountain Sword Formation.

When passing a certain mountain peak, Jing Jiu glanced at it.

Fang Jingtian retreated here.

It didn't take long, Jing Jiu came to a mountain peak, stepped on the clouds, found the cave, looked at the emerald on the cliff, pushed the door and entered.

Tong Yan raised her head, seemingly surprised.

The best place to hide a person in the green hills and not let the Zhongzhou faction know anything about it is of course the hidden peak.

Jing Jiu asked, "What do you want to give me?"

Tong Yan put the chess pieces back on the table and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

Of course, there is a price to be paid to vote in Qingshan, which probably means to cast a certificate of honor, but isn't Qingtianjian not enough?

Jing Jiu said, "I want the Chuzi Sword."

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(First of all, I wish the girls a happy holiday. Today is also Hei Sangsang’s birthday. It was only confirmed yesterday. I wish her a happy birthday in the book and get back her cooking skills as soon as possible. Today is still the second day of February, and I think of the third day of March again. Finally, I wish Nan Wang a happy drink and don’t keep remembering the sad things of the year.)