Chapter 720 I Understand the Truth

(This chapter says that it has recovered, and I feel a little distressed that the first few chapters I wrote with my heart are so lonely~)

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The underworld was crying bitterly, followed by cheers that soared to the sky, and so did the world.

It's just that compared with the underworld, the human world is not so miserable. Most of the green smoke from the Tongtianjing was swallowed by the Sword Saint Cao Garden, and then blocked by the green curtain and sedan chair. Except for those insects and innocent beasts by the Tongtianjing, the real damage suffered by the human world is relatively small, so it is mainly cheering.

Those cheers seemed to have crossed the vast sea and came to the bank of the East China Sea.

People looked at the golden light in the depths of the sea with joyful smiles on their faces, but when they turned to look at the cliff where Tongtianjing was located, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became low, and even their voices became much quieter.

Except for the small sedan chair with green curtains, most of the people guarding Tongtianjing are soldiers and officials from the imperial court, and Qing Tiansi almost all moved here.

The success of the sea reclamation undertakings by practitioners of various sects is inseparable from the full cooperation and back-up support of the imperial court.

It was really hard work to deal with so many affairs, but in just over ten days, Gu Qing lost a whole circle of weight, his eye sockets were sunken, and his complexion was extremely ugly.

All the officials of the imperial court by the East China Sea knew that Lord Gu Qing's current poor state had nothing to do with hard work, but because of another matter.

"I don't understand why it can't be found."

He looked at the commander of the Qingtian Division and the head of the shutter man who were kneeling in front of him, and said calmly: "If you can't find it anymore, then I have no choice but to ask you to die."

The Commander of Qingtian Division is no longer the Zhang Yiai of the past, but the head of the shutter man is an old acquaintance. It is the same doctor that Jing Jiu went to see by the White Horse Lake in Chaoge City back then.

They are the two officials with the highest status and power in the imperial court. They listened to Gu Qing's words but did not dare to make any excuses. They responded respectfully, and then left as quickly as possible, ready to mobilize all their forces to search again, and at the same time prepare their own funeral affairs.

"You are not a boring person who likes to vent anger, why are you so nervous?"

Tong Yan came over.

Lu Qing looked at the sea and said expressionlessly, "I'm worried that something will happen to Master."

Tong Yan said: "I heard that he was taken away by Zhao Layue, why worry?"

Lu Qing said: "They didn't go back to Qingshan."

Thinking about Zhao Layue's temperament, Tong Yan also fell silent.

For Zhao Layue, there are only two things between heaven and earth, and that is Dao and Jing Jiu.

Since she didn't bring Jing Jiu back to Qingshan, and didn't even leave her whereabouts, it meant that she was sure that even Qingshan couldn't solve Jing Jiu's current problems.

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The sea is vast, and so is the snowfield.

Compared with the earth-shattering everywhere in the world, the snowy field in this spring looks extraordinarily peaceful. It is probably for this reason that Zen Zi dared to leave the small temple in Baicheng.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up on the surface of the snow field, passed through the gorge between several black mountains, brought up a snow dragon, and continued to go deep into the snow field.

Dozens of sword lights floated from Zhao Layue's sleeves, piercing the wind and snow, avoiding behind, and dissipating into the air.

When Immortal White Blade descended on Qingshan, her Furth sword broke. Just barely repaired, she took her to the depths of the extremely distant sea, and broke again. At this time, it was like two pieces of iron stuck in her belt, looking very bleak.

Her mental state is also very bleak, because of the serious injury that day, because of the tens of thousands of miles of traveling back and forth, and more importantly, because of the fear deep in her heart.

Now she is a real swordsman at the peak of breaking the sea, and she is a powerful figure who has cultivated the acquired invisible sword body. Even if there is no Fu Si sword, there are not many opponents in the world.

Nor is it the Snow Queen she fears.

All her fears came from behind.

This is the second time she has come to the deepest part of the snow field.

The last time she came, Jing Jiu was asleep in Chaoge City.

This time Jing Jiu was sleeping behind her.

Seeing the sword light and snowflakes dissipating in front of her eyes, she suddenly felt that the last time she came to the snowfield to practice Taoism, she might be exploring the way for this time.

The snowfield is really peaceful, and the monotonous beauty even feels unreal.

The solitary ice peak had already appeared in her field of vision, but she still didn't meet a snow monster.

There were a few light rubbing sounds, and dozens of clear and straight cracks appeared on the hard ice surface, which were all traces left by the sword intent.

Zhao Layue stopped.

Countless powerful auras faintly came from around the glacier, which should be the queen's personal guards who almost killed her.

She ignored the hidden snow country powerhouses, looked at the ice peak more than a hundred miles away, and said, "Please treat her."

Those powerful auras gradually faded away, and at the same time, an even stronger, countless times more powerful divine consciousness landed on the glacier.

In the loud bang, the cracks left by the sword intent instantly expanded, and the glacier split into hundreds of huge ice blocks, glowing with a strange luster in the blue sky.

Such a grand spiritual consciousness can only belong to the Queen of the Snow Country.

Whether it was before or now, the Queen is always the highest-ranking being in Chaotian Continent.

That divine sense was full of condescension and mockery—I didn’t kill you last time, and I hoped you could walk out of the snowfield alive, it was just based on a little curiosity about you, don’t you think you have some kind of friendship with me, so you dare to come here to ask me to do something?

Zhao Layue said to the ice peak: "Last time you said that we are very similar, we are not substitutes, we will be stronger, and then we will truly defeat those who made us... But that doesn't mean we have to hate those who made us, just like you should know why your mother left now, you shouldn't hate her, but be happy for her, and I don't hate him, I hope he can live, and he helped your mother leave this world, maybe someday I can help you too."

That divine sense was quiet for a long time, and finally moved again, falling behind her.

After a while, an unexpected emotion came from that divine sense, as if he couldn't figure out how a person like Jingyang would bring himself to such a state.

"His sword element is gone."

"He is the sword."

"A sword doesn't have sword essence, just like a person doesn't have blood, he will die naturally."

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In the very first day, Jing Jiu fought against Taiping and killed Bai Ren. He was not injured, but exhausted all his energy.

Then he thought for a whole night, left the green mountain, flew across the East China Sea, descended to the underworld, and traversed countless thousands of miles between heaven and earth.

In the early morning, he was seriously injured by a sneak attack on Tianshou Mountain, and at noon, he killed Master Bai in the waves.

Then he went to the depths of the sea, and began to mend this pitiful world full of wounds with his sword intent.

Even if he is Jingyang, it has come to an end, because he has used himself to the extreme.

Zhao Layue has been staring at Ping Yongjia in Jianfeng, knowing everything that happened to Jing Jiu, and she knows Jing Jiu's body very well, so she knows that the Snow Queen's judgment is not wrong.

"I understand the truth." She looked at the ice peak glowing with light blue luster, and asked earnestly, "But how to make him come back to life?"

That day in the bloody twilight, she hugged Jing Jiu at the bottom of the sea, and the giant had said something similar to her—to conquer the sea with a sword, there is always a price to pay.

Her response at that time was the same as today, I understand the reason, but how to save him?

The giant said he couldn't do it.

Zhao Layue thought to herself that she could only find someone taller than a giant.

Regardless of whether it is Chaotian Continent or other continents, the only one taller than that giant is Snow Queen.

So she came to the depths of the snow field, before this ice peak.

"You know he's not dead."

Zhao Layue put Jing Jiu on the snow beside her, looked at him and said, "Although he is not breathing now."

When the great things in the sky leave this world, the heaven and the earth will inevitably give birth to great signs, such as spring rain, morning light, twilight, and fallen leaves.

I don't know what Heaven and Earth will commemorate Jing Jiu when he dies.

Zhao Layue never wanted to know the answer, but since there was no movement in the world, she thought he was not dead.

The Snow Queen's consciousness fell again, saying that she could not save Jing Jiu, but agreed with Zhao Layue's judgment that Jing Jiu was definitely not dead.

Hearing her answer, Zhao Layue relaxed a lot, fatigue poured into her body, and she lowered her head weakly.

Yeah, how could he let himself die?

Even if he couldn't let go of that karma, even if he suddenly began to love this world inexplicably, how could he die for those things?

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Zhao Layue took Jing Jiu and left the snowy field.

She didn't alarm the people in Baicheng, but stayed in Juye City, and then someone summoned Su Ziye.

Su Ziye walked into that restaurant and looked at Zhao Layue who was sitting next to the hot pot eating meat. She was slightly startled, but her expression didn't change at all. She said with a smile, "Why did Miss come here all of a sudden?"

In the Qingshan sect, Zhao Layue is the master of Shenmo Peak and the aunt of Gu Qing and others, but in Su Ziye's heart, Zhao Layue is actually another identity, that is, the true first disciple of Jingyang Zhenren, so, I don't know when, he often called her "Miss" in letters.

Zhao Layue didn't say anything, that was tacit consent.

Mo Yun just likes it.

Su Ziye wanted to confirm her identity as the direct descendant of Shenmo Peak, so of course she had to choose something she liked to do.

Zhao Layue lowered her head and ate the meat, still trying to get used to the taste of sesame sauce, so she had no time to talk to him.

Su Ziye said: "Juye City's hand-meat meat is actually more delicious, do you want to..."

Zhao Layue raised her head and looked at him with a cold look in her eyes.

Su Ziye's voice stopped abruptly, feeling a little flustered, not knowing what was wrong with this sentence.

Zhao Layue put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, and asked: "Xuanyin Sect is proficient in Yin evil energy, and you are even more expert in using poison. So do you have any method to wake up a person who can't wake up anyway?"

Su Ziye was just about to say that the person who can't be woken up is a dead person... Suddenly thinking about the series of major events in Chaotian Continent a few days ago, he vaguely guessed something, his expression changed slightly, and he asked about the condition of the patient in the most serious tone.

The soup in the hot pot had long been frozen by the chill coming from nowhere, and there was silence in the private room. Su Ziye made many suggestions in a low voice, but Zhao Layue rejected them one by one.

From the maelstrom to the depths of the snowfield, she had used countless methods along the way. If the Yin Sha Taoism and poisons of the Xuanyin Sect were useless, other methods would also be useless.

Su Ziye looked at her pale face, felt pity for some reason, got up and saluted, and was about to leave. When he was about to leave the box, he couldn't help but stop and asked, "Is the old man... all right?"

"Your medicine will not be broken." Zhao Layue did not answer his question directly.

Leaving the box and returning to Room A of Tianzi, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out her hand to gently touch Jing Jiu's face, and remained silent for a long time.

Until now, Jing Jiu has not woken up, nor has he recovered his breathing, but she believes in the Queen of Snow and her own judgment, that he is definitely not dead, and his body shows no sign of decay.

The question is, if this state continues, what will happen in the end?

He had been sleeping in Chaoge City for a hundred years, which was obviously different from the current situation.

At that time, he was breathing and had a body temperature.

Yes, she understands the truth.

She knew he was not dead.

But if he never wakes up, what is the difference between being dead?

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When practitioners from various sects in the Chaotian Continent moved mountains to fill the sea deep in the sea, a sword light flew across the northern sea.

The sword light did not attract anyone's attention, not even Bu Qiuxiao sensed it.

Because the sword light was too fast and far away, and the situation at sea was too chaotic at that time.

When the sea reclamation was successful, and the human world and the underworld were filled with cheers and cries of joy, the sword light reached Chaotian Continent, or returned to Chaotian Continent.

The sword light shrank slightly, revealing the figure of the practitioner under a pine tree.

The middle-aged man had one hand behind his back, and there was no emotion on his face, but there was no feeling of indifference, just like a carved stone statue.

Leaving the pine tree, we came to the official road. There was a cover hanging beside the food shop in front of us. Looking at the words on the cover, the eyes of the middle-aged man changed a little.

Those words that can be seen everywhere seem to move him more than the great achievements of reclamation in the maelstrom.

There were a few merchants eating in that restaurant, they seemed to dislike the monotony of the dishes, they kept swearing and talking about Dong Yidao.

"Hey! I said that hunter, the pheasant in your hand looks good, how much is it?"

"Yes, stew pot soup is also good."

"You don't know how to eat at all! Fried pheasant bones are the most delicious, so go with the wine!"

The middle-aged man was startled, looked at Yinfeng in his hand, and then understood what these people were talking about.