The Path Toward Heaven

This won?

How did this win?

Zhuo Rusui almost yelled this sentence, but looking at the expressions of Zhao Layue and others, watching the complicated expression on Shen Yun's buried head, he swallowed this sentence back, but still had a lot of puzzles.

The child hobbled all the way towards the wheelchair, the wheelchair kept retreating, and now the child jumped up. This is supposed to be a spectacular, and indeed very spectacular sword fight... just like this?

"You didn't use Nanxun's sword and ghost art, but the spirit is separated, why can you be so strong?"

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

"We are all walking the same path."

The child looked at him and said, "It's just that I walked farther than you."

The other shore is not the end of the avenue, it's just a small river.

There are countless high mountains over the river, and everyone is climbing.

There may be many roads up the mountain, but the peaks are all the same.

Regardless of whether it is an active or a passive choice, at this point in the cultivation of Taoism, it seems that you have to gradually move away from reality.

Shen Qingshan's body is already old and unable to find a perfect way to transfer his soul, so he chose to put his consciousness in the sword formation of all things, but he still retained a part of his body and did not dare to leave completely.

It may be because of fear of unknown existence, or it may be because he still has time.

"Why can you?" Shen Qingshan asked.

The child said: "After you left, there were a lot of great people in Chaotian Continent, such as Nanxu, Taiping senior, such as the previous generation Hades, and their ways fell on me, so I walked more steadily than you. , More determined."

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

In short, that sentence.

"Take off your clothes and go..."

Shen Qingshan meditated for a while and said: "I remember, people said the same thing here hundreds of thousands of years ago."

Huaxi sat on the small bench and said: "Not here, but 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. We are on the top of the mountain. Human civilization keeps reincarnation. I don't know how many times the ancestral star has been destroyed..."

The child did not speak, nor urged, even though his body was already faded away.

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

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

"What about you?" Huaxi suddenly raised his head, looking at him blankly and said: "You don't care? Didn't you say you can solve all problems back then?"

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

Everyone wondered when is this, you are still in the mood to read poetry?

Shen Qingshan would naturally ignore 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, so that the victory of victory will only belong to him tonight.

Everything is growing

I only have the beautiful Gobi tonight

Empty

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just miss you. Note)

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sister?

Is this what Shen Qingshan called that girl after he soared and left Chaotian Continent and came to this world? From the age of survival, of course there is nothing wrong with such a name, but... I don't know how many stories happened back then.

The island is silent.

The sword intent is still floating between heaven and earth.

Huaxi's eyelashes trembled, and then let go of her hand weakly.

She has been holding the stone picked up by the sea in her hand.

The stone came from the moon, it was mutilated and slightly focussed, and one corner was sharp.

She hid the stone in Little's hands for a long time.

"Sorry."

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

Shen Qingshan said: "If I had visible endless life like you, I wouldn't do that either."

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

Shen Qingshan said: "Based on my understanding of Qingshan disciples, what I promised can generally be done when you have no threat to them. So you should be able to live, and I wish you many years."

"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: "Maybe. She will indeed live, and you will die."

Shen Qingshan laughed and said, "Back then, I used my sword to enlighten Dao and established a sect after hundreds of years. Dao law has gradually deepened, and a certain question in my heart has become deeper and deeper. I left the mountain and traveled around the mainland, looking for new sects, and meeting people. Just ask."

"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 went on to say: "I really want to know the answer to this question, but most ascetics feel that I am humiliating them so as not to have to do a game, so they died. I wondered if they really Want to die?"

The faces of everyone became more exciting.

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

The fierce name of the Green Mountain Sect is also from those **** winds.

"Who would want to die? If you don't want to die, why don't everyone try to stay alive?"

Shen Qingshan looked at the child and said, "I didn't know until many years later that it has nothing to do with talent or rules. It's just that even if you keep alive, you will get old, and when you get old, you naturally want to die."

Zhuo Rusui's gaze fell on his lap, thinking of the pictures he had seen over the past year, 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 stronger than me."

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

When the voice fell, the young woodcutter's hatchet finally fell.

Silently, the blade cut through nothingness.

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

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

The sky full of sword intent suddenly dispersed.

Calm and calm.

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Zhuo Rusui understood.

Everyone understands.

Why did Shen Qingshan dare not let that child close to him?

The child is in his body right now.

This is the seizure.

Jing Jiu never thought of making this aging 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 opponent.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

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

Shen Qingshan said, "I'll talk about it later. What I want to know now is, if you take off your clothes, can you still wear it?"

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.

How is Jing Jiu going to kill him?

Fujitsu broke through the air and flew to the wheelchair.

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

There was a soft snap.

His head fell into the sink.

The headless body gradually dissolved in the wheelchair, turned into sand and was blown away by the wind.

The child appeared in the wheelchair.

Compared with his body, the wheelchair is very large, empty and deserted.

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

That is the head of Shen Qingshan floating in the pool.

Those fish that were rarely caught by him evaded to the four corners in horror, wondering if they would rush over afterwards. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

The robot leaned forward awkwardly, seeming to want to see the picture clearly inside.

There was no cover in the control room, and Shen Yun's buried head fell into the water with a plop.

The heads of the father and son are floating on the water, not far or near, eyes facing each other.

Shen Yunjian wanted to complain about why he didn't confess his last words to him but said to the little girl. He opened his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls of water in the pool, and quickly looked up at the sky to avoid uncomfortable water in his nose.

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

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(Note: An excerpt from Haizi's poem "Tonight I'm in Delingha". I know this has been used badly, but it is really suitable for use among them. I hesitated for half a year and decided to use it. At this time, I still No matter what you do.)