Chapter 729 The Jingle of Silver Bells Has a Different Meaning

Nan Wang sniffled, raised his head to look at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, the pity in his eyes had changed back to indifference, and said, "You don't need to sympathize with him, maybe he thinks this is better and saves a lot of trouble."

For example, you don’t need to take a bath, you don’t need to eat, you don’t need to satisfy your own desires, such as many things, but... what is the difference between that and a dead person?

"Zenzi also said that day that maybe he just couldn't bear to cut off all the causes and effects of Jingyang."

Nan Wang went on to say: "This body is the last link he has with his previous life. His divine soul instinctively wants to come back, so naturally he doesn't want to wake up there."

Don't want everything from the previous life to disappear, so you can't wake up in this life?

No matter how you listen to this statement, it is a bit too mysterious, but Zen Zi once discussed the Dao with the real Jing Jing for a hundred days, and he knows the reincarnation and rebirth best, so his view should be the closest to the truth.

"But... I can't come back anymore." Liu Shisui said sadly looking at the stone couch.

The slough on the stone couch had deep and shallow wounds everywhere, which had been soaked in immortal energy for many years and could not be repaired at all.

"He has hidden this cave for so many years, which shows that he has never really given up, but he knows that one day he will face the final choice."

Nan Wang said: "That's why he kept the black card, and he didn't want to give it to us directly, and he had to fight against Xuantianzong..."

Choice is the most difficult thing. Even if the right to choose is handed over to the most trusted person, it will not become easier, but the heaviness will be passed on.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui felt very heavy at this moment, what should they do?

In the quiet cave, the sound of a silver bell suddenly sounded.

Ah Da kept staring at the futon, not the sound of the silver bell around its neck.

The sound came from Nan Wang, it was the crisp sound of silver bracelets and silver accessories colliding with each other.

There was no wind in the cave, but her clothes fluttered.

An indescribable wild breath emanated from her body, followed by countless flower-like flames.

That savage aura is not very sublime, but it seems to come from ancient times, and it has an inexplicable sacred feeling.

The heat waves emitted by those flames are not very compelling, but they have a thick feeling like magma.

She used the Southern Barbarian divine technique.

Zhao Layue guessed what she was going to do, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't stop her.

Under the gaze of Liu Shisui's disbelieving eyes, those flower-like flames landed on the stone couch, and landed on the slough of Immortal Jingyang.

Chi Chi Chi Chi.

The slough that had been lying in the cave for more than a hundred years without any change, just burned like this, and turned into ashes in a very short time.

There was no impurity in the ash, and there was no strange color, it was pure white, like snow, more like extremely fine jade shavings grinded by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Suddenly, a wind came from the mountain, and the ashes on the stone couch were blown away, turning into countless streams of light smoke, which dissipated in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui felt a sense of melancholy in their hearts, as if they were saying goodbye to the most important existence in their lives that they had never seen before.

Nan Wang said mockingly: "If you die, you will die, and you should be wiped out. Why not give up, and make so many mysteries."

After saying this, she folded her hands and walked out of the cave.

Ah Da sniffed the futon, wagged his tail, turned and followed.

The silver bell is ringing in the front, and the silver bell is ringing in the back, echoing in the quiet and long passage, mixed with the sound of the dark river water, like summoning a soul.

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There has always been a legend in Qingshan that there are ghosts in Jianfeng.

Because that mountain peak is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, because of those fierce sword intents, and because of those sword embryos that fly out of rocks by themselves from time to time, the formation of this kind of legend is easy to understand.

In fact, the current owner of this sword peak is indeed a ghost.

In the sword canon of Qingshanzong, sword ghost and sword spirit have the same meaning.

At the moment when Master Jingyang's last connection left in this world disappeared, the clouds and mist on Jianfeng also dispersed for a moment, ushering in a bright sunshine.

The sun illuminated the collapsed rocks and the cliff.

Ping Yongjia who was sitting in the cliff cave didn't know where he went.

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The sun was really strong, Ping Yongjia couldn't help squinting his eyes, hesitated for a long time, then pushed open the wooden door in front of him, and saw the small bridge head-on.

As a real invisible sword body, it didn't take long for him to come to Dayuan City from Qingshan, even if he could only run on the ground like back then, his speed would only be slower than Jing Jiu.

As for the Qingshan disciples in the valley, they didn't feel his arrival.

He slowly walked up the small bridge and walked towards the opposite side of the creek. His steps were very light, even lighter than the wind, without making any sound.

On the other side of the round window of the meditation room, Xilai was holding Yinfeng's corpse and facing the lake water Wujian, when he suddenly turned around and looked over.

Ping Yongjia can hide from everyone's perception, but cannot hide from him.

Xilai's eyes fell on Ping Yongjia's slightly pale face, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if seeing the strangest thing in the world.

Hearing Xi Lai's voice, Yuan Qu rushed into the meditation room as fast as he could, and the gray, twisted strange sword followed and aimed at Ping Yongjia's back with a buzzing sound.

Zhuo Rusui did not know when he appeared in the corridor, the Tunzhou Sword rested quietly on his lap, and the Chengtian sword intent had already woven into a dense array, blocking the entrance of the meditation room.

Even though they are from the same sect, they are so wary of Ping Yongjia's arrival, even more so than Xilai.

"As expected, you have been doubting me." Ping Yongjia stood under the bridge, and said with an aggrieved face: "But have you ever thought that the premise of your doubting me is to doubt Master?"

If it wasn't for the suspicion that Ping Yongjia would seize Jing Jiu's current body, why would Zhao Layue refuse to return to Qingshan? How could the Sanqianyuan suddenly become a separate courtyard of the Qingshan Sect?

Yuan Qu didn't speak, and looked a little embarrassed.

This thing is really embarrassing.

Zhuo Rusui sighed, and said: "Even if we believe you, it's useless, those two senior aunts are not here, and they come back to punish me afterwards, how can I stand it?"

It took Ping Yongjia great courage to leave Qingshan and come here, why did he leave willingly, and shouted to the meditation room: "Master, they suspect that you are a bad person!"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were anxious, thinking that even if everyone thinks so, how can you say it?

Ping Yongjia ignored them, and continued to shout: "They always thought that after you failed to ascend, you were forced to reincarnate and took my body...so now they are worried that I will make a comeback, so they want to take this body back."

Zhuo Rusui didn't care about anything anymore, stood up and scolded: "What are you shouting for! There are outsiders here! I heard it all!"

Ping Yongjia still ignored him, and continued to shout: "I really forgot about the past. When I first learned about my origin, I even had this kind of suspicion, but...but...I think it must not be like this at the time."

Zhuo Rusui thinks you think there is a fart! If the master master didn't beat you out of the sword of everything, how could you turn the sword into life?

"Anyway, it's definitely not like this!" Ping Yongjia became more and more wronged as he thought about it, and there was more crying in his voice.

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"Of course not."

A calm voice came from the meditation room.

Sanqianyuan became silent, Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were shocked and speechless, Ping Yongjia opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, not because there was a deep meaning in this sentence, although it was indeed very deep, but because it was said by Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu came out of the meditation room, his black hair like a waterfall was scattered behind him, his beauty was unspeakable, like someone in a dream.

No matter where you live, it is a big dream.

You can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and you can't wake up a person who doesn't know he is in a dream. Once you wake up, the dream is broken.

The whole world woke up too.

Whether it's the flowers in the lotus pond or the three disciples turned into ice sculptures.

Zhuo Rusui hurried out of the way.

Yuan Qu handed over a cloth belt as quickly as possible.

Gu Qing remembered the scene in the Qingtianjian back then very clearly, and explained it to him very clearly.

Jing Jiu took the cloth belt, tied up his black hair casually, looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Ping Yongjia woke up from the surprise, and felt even more aggrieved after listening to the master's words. She pointed at Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu and was speechless for a while, thinking that the seniors were thinking, what's the matter with me?

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned around, went to the lakeside, and stretched out his right hand to the west.

Xilai handed over Yinfeng in his arms.

Yinfeng's body was still warm after being hugged by him for several days.

Jing Jiu raised his hand and threw Yinfeng's body into the sky.

The phoenix suddenly scattered into countless light particles, faintly forming a big bird, the tail feathers became very short, but the wings were longer, just like the phoenix in the painting.

The light particles rubbed against the air, bringing up countless flames, and gradually disappeared in the sky, like a phoenix in another world.

Jing Jiu looked away, glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and said, "Not bad."

Xilai said, "It's okay."

Jing Jiu said, "Come?"

Xilai said, "Wait for me for three days."

Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu, and Ping Yongjia also rushed to the lake. Hearing this conversation, he thought to himself, do you still have to take a bath, burn incense and change clothes?

"I don't have much confidence, give me three days to prepare for the funeral."

Xi Lai smiled and said, "However, the feeling of not having confidence is very interesting to me, so I think I should be able to kill you."

Jing Jiu had an admiring expression in his eyes, and said, "You are a little interesting now."

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself, do you two most boring people in the world know what meaning means?

Xilai left Sanqianyuan, leaving a few breezes to and fro on the lake.

Jing Jiu stretched his hand into the wind, but found that he still didn't feel anything, thinking that it's really boring.