Chapter 582: Mirror Flower, Water Moon Entering the Mortal World
“Xin Zhuo?”
Seeing that Xin Zhuo did not respond, Gongsun Li called out softly.
Xin Zhuo finally came to his senses, raised his head, and with an expression that no one could understand, asked Gongsun Li: "Excuse me, are Ji Jiuwei and Chanyi still in your sect?"
Gongsun Li hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The Xuantian Sword Sect has never had the two people you mentioned."
Xin Zhuo did not refute, but with a bit of exhaustion on his face, he looked at the young man named Zhang Jiuying from the Lingyun Sect: "The Guizong has bear paws and yam, right?"
Zhang Jiuying said in surprise: " Lingyun Sect also... doesn't have these two people, I'm pretty sure."
The tired look on Xin Zhuo's face became more serious, and he looked at Chen Changsheng as if he didn't want to give up: "Jiang Nuying, does your sect have one? "
Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "Never!"
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, looked straight at Xuanyuan Qingqing, and asked in a hoarse voice: " Su Miaojin, Jiuhuang Holy Body, a first-class divine body, you must know it!”
"No! There has never been the person you mentioned in the Sea of Clouds and Mist."
Xuanyuan Qingqing replied firmly.
Xin Zhuo's face was a little pale, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to the west of the city.
"Xin Zhuo!" Gongsun Li said coldly: "Invited by the four major sects, you should cherish the opportunity and choose quickly!"
Chen Changsheng also looked at Xin Zhuo's back and shouted Said: "You choose a sect, and from now on you will be a disciple of nine of the eighteen sects!"
Xuanyuan Qingqing and Zhang Jiuying looked anxious, even trying to catch up.
"He uses a sword, so he chooses the Xuantian Sword Sect. I will go with him."
Zhao Yizhu, dressed in white and fluttering like snow, suddenly spoke out.
Gongsun Li and the others looked at her subconsciously, and Xuanyuan Qingqing asked: "Who are you?"
"His... wife."
Zhao Yizhu jumped up and ran straight after Xin Zhuo.
In mid-air, Chen Changsheng, Xuanyuan Qingqing and Zhang Jiuying looked at each other, shook their heads, and turned to leave.
On the other hand, Gongsun Li's eyes flickered and he chased after Xin Zhuo in the direction he left.
The tens of thousands of warriors controlled by Xin Zhuo below just dispersed.
“I don’t understand, what does this mean?” Duan Dapeng looked at Shangguan Fan Qing and others blankly.
Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes widened: "I want to understand, I am a pig!"
"Destiny arises and fate falls, fate arises and fate perishes..."
Master Zhiming clasped his palms together, "Brother Jiang Xian, this is This kind of person is very talented and talented, so it is natural for him to be snapped up by the four major sects!"
"Wonderful!" Drunkard Li Wumian! Lao Gao jumped up and said, "Damn it, Senior Brother Jiang and Elder Taishang have become disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Our path has developed to the Xuantian Sword Sect. In the future, our business will not be successful?"
Duan Dapeng also trembled and grabbed Yin Chou and others: "Brother Yin, Miss Li, our business must continue, right?"
"Of course!"
...
"Boom..."
The rain in midsummer comes as soon as you say it. The sky was clear just a moment ago, and it rains heavily in the next moment.
Xin Zhuo was walking on the official road, soaked to the skin and still looking dazed. He had been flying and stopping for nineteen days.
Behind him, Xiao Huang followed with his tail between his legs and his body was wet. His eyes were full of confusion.
Farther away, Zhao Yizhu and Gongsun Li walked side by side, using their extremely yin energy to prevent the rain from getting their clothes wet at all.
"Where is he going?" Zhao Yizhu asked softly, "Do you know?"
Gongsun Li frowned slightly and looked at the green mountains in the distance ahead: "It must be Changshou Village !"
"Changshou Village..."
Zhao Yizhu considered it for a moment and looked at her: "You really don't know the person he is talking about?"
Gongsun Li also seemed a little confused about this matter: "I have no memory, maybe I have... Right? But I can’t remember for some reason. Since you are his wife, I won’t hide it from you. According to the legend of the sect from the Middle Ages, the eighteen sects all belonged to the Daluo sect.
A month ago, the master! There are words on the teaching throne, which roughly means that Da Luo Ling is searching for disciples, and the number one is Xin Zhuo, the alchemist of Kunxu City.
It seems to have been left behind a long time ago! The only person in Kunxu City who has been doing weird alchemy lately is Jiang Yuqing. It is said that this person’s original name is Xin Zhuo, you should know that!”
Zhao Yizhu was silent, his waist-length hair swaying in the wind, his figure graceful, and his face so beautiful.
Gongsun Li's eyes showed a hint of surprise and asked: "Are you...really his wife?"
This Xin Zhuo is from Changshou Village. Not only is he not a living dead, but he is also such a A wife who is as beautiful as a fairy, and is ordered by the ancient great Luo, and various sects are competing to take her into his sect?
Who is he?
Zhao Yizhu did not answer, seeming to be thinking about something.
Xin Zhuo in front suddenly quickened his pace.
The two had no choice but to speed up their pace.
Three days later, we arrived at the peach blossom forest outside Changshou Village.
The peach blossoms are still blooming in all seasons, but the formation is gone.
At the end of the peach blossom forest is a quaint and dilapidated village. The houses have cracks, and the cracks are covered with grass. It seems that no one has lived there for a long time.
Vaguely visible from the cracks, there were white bones sitting in the room.
This is true from the east end of the village to the longevity temple.
Xin Zhuo walked very slowly and looked in all directions until he stopped in front of a yard. The courtyard door is wide open, and on the wall of the main room in the courtyard,
"My parents, Axu, are dead and have gone out to practice martial arts!"
"Village chief, please stop trying to persuade me, I will never come back again!"
The two lines of words are still there, but a little faded.
There is no one in the courtyard, which is covered with withered grass. In the main house, there is a big cauldron, the Shen Nong Xiantian cauldron. There is a small withered bone beside the cauldron, like a three or four-year-old child.
Xin Zhuo stood beside the tripod, stunned.
Xiao Huang lay at his feet, also in a daze.
Zhao Yizhu and Gongsun Li stood on the wall outside the courtyard, watching silently.
A full day and night.
Xin Zhuo's figure like a dead tree suddenly moved, bent down, picked up the small withered bones, walked out of the door, glanced at the gloomy sky, and reached the roof with his feet. Sit down cross-legged and put the bones on your knees.
Xiao Huang came around from nowhere, climbed to the roof, and lay down behind him.
One person, one dog and one withered skeleton looked at the horizon in silence.
Until dusk, the sky cleared up, and the setting sun filled the courtyard, stretching the shadows of one person, one dog, and one withered bones.
Zhao Yizhu finally couldn't help but floated behind him and asked softly: "Are you sad?"
"Can't tell!"
After waiting for a long time, Xin Zhuo croaked I couldn't hear the joy in my voice, "I just can't imagine that my experiences over the years, my identity, and the past I am proud of, what do they mean?
My memory is fake, The closest people around you are a group of inexplicable people. Do you understand this feeling?
I'm not sure who is real and who is fake around me.
I am not even sure now whether those people in Fulong Mountain were real or fake? Do you think it's funny or not?
The key is that there are no traces in the middle. If some special changes happen along the way, or if they suddenly change their identities when the martial arts peak comes, I can more or less accept it!
Now, inexplicably, Jiang Yugui has come back from the dead, with a monstrous martial arts level. With Jiang Yugui like this, how can others be mediocre?
It’s too sudden, I can’t understand it, Bear Claw and the others, I even...”
Maybe Zhao Yizhu couldn't understand, but his heart was a little confused and he wanted to talk and have a chat.
After so many years, I was just accompanying a group of people, playing an inexplicable game.
Everyone is acting, but I am the only one who lives a very serious and real life. I am so awesome that I wander around!
This sudden incident almost destroyed all his interests, and everything became boring.
He has been planning to advance rapidly in the martial arts realm in the future and bring his family together. Whether it is immortality or seclusion, it is still a kind of life.
But, who are his family members?
Any family left?
Jiang Yugui came back from the dead with a transcendent martial arts level!
Those of his personal concubines also have mysterious identities.
Even the Su Miaojin who has always been hidden in my heart no longer exists?
It turns out that from beginning to end, I, Xin Zhuo, was just a person, playing a strange game with a group of people!
Now that the game is over, I woke up from the dream, and suddenly found that there was nothing left except the realm where this body still existed.
He looked at Zhao Yizhu: "Can you tell me, what is the mirror flower, water moon, and what is entering the mortal world? To be honest, I don't quite understand this kind of operation!"
Zhao Yizhu was quiet. Looking at him, he said: "Jing Hua Shui Yue is a kind of trial mirror for heaven-defying supernatural powers in that family. It will invite other families and slaves to join them. Entering the mortal world is a warrior who has entered the realm after the five declines of heaven and earth. He enters the mortal world with his body and forgets his original self. Identity, experience the hardships of life, wealth and fame, temper your state of mind, and absorb the dragon vein luck of this world!
The end of the Mirror Flower Water Moon means that the next martial arts era has begun, and those who participated will return to where they belong! Wherever you come from, you can directly enter a higher realm, but..."
She paused for a moment: "It seems that your entry disrupted Jinghua Shuiyue, causing these people to not go out according to the original plan. They were stranded here, but they also lost their own memories and fell into a strange environment. They instinctively went Life.
But the story has to end. It ended a month ago, so those people should naturally go back, so it seems so sudden. Do you...understand?"
Xin Zhuo sighed: "I understand but I don't seem to understand. They... can really deceive everyone?"
Even Wangyuejing didn't find anything unusual?
Zhao Yizhu said: "When they enter the mirror, they are really people from this world. If the mirror is broken, they are themselves. They don't even know who they are, and all their original realms are gone. , how can others see it?
In fact, I don't understand why you would get in, blend into their trials, and mess up their affairs. This is absolutely impossible, even if the Holy Emperor comes, you can't do it! "
Maybe, because I am not from this world...
Xin Zhuo looked at the horizon silently, as if the sunset had become distorted, unwilling, struggling and helpless.
< br>After a long time, he asked in a hissing voice: "How far away am I from them? What I'm saying is... you can reason with them as equals! "
Zhao Yizhu thought for a while, hesitated, and finally said: "I'm afraid it will be difficult in this life. There are some things that you already have when you are born. If you don't have them, it will be extremely difficult to catch up with them if you live ten thousand times! ”
Xin Zhuo stopped talking, hugged the small withered bones, jumped off the roof, put the withered bones aside, walked to the backyard, cut down some jujube trees, and made a simple coffin, which he got from Gongsun Li. The green light glazed sword dug a hole in the corner of the wall.
Then the bones were put into the coffin and buried.
Finally, I picked up a piece of wood and thought about carving an epitaph, but after thinking for a long time, I didn't know what to write.
"Who is this child?" Zhao Yizhu asked.
Xin Zhuo chuckled: "Like me, he is an inexplicable person who should not exist. His name is Jiang Zichong. He is not as lucky as me..."
After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said: "I have been thinking that if I train this kid well, he will be a monster in the future and kill everyone at a young age...
In the end, this kid died here. I doubt him. He was starved to death, and until he died, he would not be able to understand the meaning of his life!"
"Life is like an ant..." Zhao Yizhu sighed.
"Ant..."
Xin Zhuo shook his head and engraved "Xin Zichong's Tomb" on the tombstone.
The falling word: Uncle Xin Zhuoli!
Starting today, Jiang Zichong and I will return the "Jiang" surname to you!
Xin Zhuo took a step back and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.
“Go to Xuantian Sword Sect?” Zhao Yizhu asked.
Xin Zhuo did not answer directly, but sighed softly: "The four sects will come to invite me. It must be the handwriting left by them. Do they think it is a kind of compensation or charity?"
Zhao Yizhu was noncommittal and said: "But entering a large sect is always a step up, and casual cultivating is even harder."
"Okay!"
(End of this chapter)
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