At the foot of Wanshou Mountain.
Kong Shu's black robe was damaged, but there were no wounds on his body. He forcibly invoked the secret technique and burned away a lot of life. At this moment, his strength was exhausted, his heart was dead, and he was lying in front of the dead tree in embarrassment.
From the time the two men fought to the time Kong Shu was defeated, it took only two quarters of an hour.
Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were peaceful, then one side started to make noise with joy, while the other side was filled with sounds of sadness.
After a while, Kong Shu took a deep breath and sat up with his hands as dry as chicken feet, leaning against the dead tree.
His sparse white hair was scattered, his already fleshless face was now covered by dirt, and his eyes were cloudy and lifeless.
Kong Shu leaned against a dead tree, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around. He saw a crane-shaped jade pendant and gold and silver rings broken into several pieces. A corner of the Tianshu disk was missing, and the ice jade was broken into two pieces.
There were also many broken swords and various useless magic weapons, all scattered under the dead trees.
He raised his eyes and saw Chen Zhiyuan holding a long sword, standing ten steps away. He no longer felt proud of being able to defeat a strong opponent, nor did he have any aura of advanced cultivation. His back was slightly hunched, as if he was carrying something.
But he raised his head and looked at the sky again, as if he was looking for something.
"I know what your sword is." Kong Shu's old voice squeezed out a voice.
Hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan looked at Kong Shu, held the hilt of his sword upside down, bowed his hands and said, "Brother Taoist really pushed me into a desperate situation."
At this moment, Zou Mi and Chi Shangxing came over and landed in front of Kong Shu.
The treasures they had cultivated for many years had been destroyed, and their faces were pale, with blood on their lips.
"Your Excellency is worthy of the name of a heavenly being. We are willing to admit defeat and let you deal with it. Please spare my senior brother's life." Chi Shangxing stepped forward and leaned down heavily.
Chen Zhiyuan nodded slightly and said: "I'm not here to kill."
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi saluted Chen Zhiyuan again, then hurriedly turned around and knelt on both sides of Kong Shu. Chi Shangxing's eyes were bloodshot and he grabbed Kong Shu's hand; Zou Mi, with tears in his eyes, took out the elixir and gave it to him.
"The defeat is determined early, it's just sooner or later." Kong Shu was not convinced. He leaned against the dead tree and looked at the horizon. He could only see a few white clouds that were far away and near. He poked his head around. It was clear that he wanted to take a closer look, but was afraid of suffering. Calculation.
"People have aspirations to reach the sky, and they cannot achieve it without luck. Chen Zhiyuan is their luck." There was a smile on Kong Shu's withered and miserable face, but there was no flesh on his face, only withered old skin, which made him look a bit scary. , "In the past, Jiang Xing was crazy about fighting and wanted to win a grand victory. Now the situation has been established. I am not going to die soon. The only way is to seek peace."
When Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi heard this, they both lowered their heads in shame.
"If you are allowed to stay, what will happen in the future?" Kong Shu asked.
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi didn't answer and looked sideways at Chen Zhiyuan.
Chen Zhiyuan came here out of curiosity, but when he saw the two of them being so defensive, he turned around with his sword in hand.
"Heavens disdain these flies and dogs, you just say it." Kong Shu said.
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi naturally agreed with this. Chen Tianren's demeanor is definitely not comparable to that of Jiang Xingchi, who talks freely and plots.
Chi Shangxing knelt beside Kong Shu, clenched his hands into fists, and said in a low voice: "The hidden dragon is in the abyss, waiting for the time to move. Accumulate strength, forbear and hide your name."
Kong Shu sat on a dead tree, looked at the sky in the distance, nodded slightly, then looked at Zou Mi and asked, "Where is Mi'er?"
Zou Mi lowered his head, didn't say anything, and didn't dare to look at Kong Shu. He just held Kong Shu's hand tightly.
"I understand." Kong Shu sighed, took out a wooden box, handed it to Chi Shangxing tremblingly, and said, "Leave it to Jiang Xingchi. He does tricks, but he has an upright heart, and he will never kill again."
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi saw that Kong Shu had already made arrangements and had clearly budgeted for the route to Shouting Pavilion. They both couldn't help crying on Kong Shu's body.
"Since I entered the Tao, I have been fighting all my life, but my scheming and scheming cannot stop the general trend. Now that I have heard the Tao, I don't have to stay long." Kong Shu's cloudy eyes gradually dimmed.
The sky after the battle was clear, white clouds scattered in the distance, and cranes flew slowly by.
Kong Shu struggled to push Zou Chi and the two away, supported the dead tree with his back, pressed his hands on the ground, and moved slowly.
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi didn't know what they meant, so they asked, but Kong Shu didn't answer.
After a while, the old body in torn robes finally stopped, leaning against a dead tree, facing the northwest, its cloudy eyes seemed to be a little brighter, holding Chi Shangxing tightly with one hand, and raising the other hand as if to grab something. .
"The wind and the moon are lonely for a few days, and they turn into stars and frost many times. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where my hometown is." Kong Shu murmured, gradually becoming silent.
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground.
Chen Zhiyuan held the long sword in his hand, stretched out his fingers and flicked the sword's edge, saying: "This sword follows me everywhere. It is a sword of survival, and Brother Kong is also a sword of survival. Now that this sword has seen the style of high-level cultivators outside the region, I have no regrets." ”
As he spoke, the sword in his hand made a sound and fell in front of the dead tree, half a foot into the ground. The hilt of the sword was still shaking.
At this moment, the cheers of the Northern Expeditionary Allied Forces were heard one after another, but Wanshou Mountain could not stop crying, and the grief and indignation were soaring to the sky.
"Internally and externally, I am unparalleled. If I hear the Tao in the morning, I will die at night." Jiang Xingzhi, wearing a black and white checkerboard Taoist robe, put one hand behind his back and twirled his beard with the other, looking at the dead trees at the foot of Wanshou Mountain in the distance.
Behind him stood Jing Sihui, Shi Qingyu and Jiang Xiaobai. The three of them were also stunned and could not speak for a long time.
Xiuxiu looked far away, the fox stepped on her head with his feet and stood up to look, even forgetting to swing his tail.
"I always thought that I overestimated little...Chen Tianren, but I never thought that I actually underestimated him. He is well-deserved for his reputation as a heavenly being." The fox sighed endlessly.
"Is the old thief Kong dead? I feel like I have to escape from prison." Du Jueming asked.
"You have long legs, go and take a look." said the fox.
Du Jueming sneered and ignored the fox.
The sounds of excitement from the left and right sides of Songhe Mountain lingered, and there were several whirlpools of spiritual energy. It was clear that someone had taken advantage of the Nascent Soul War to achieve the Apocalypse and wanted to advance to the next level.
"Brother Lihuo and others fell in front of this mountain. Now new trees are sprouting. It's finally time to stop the war."
When Jiang Xingchi saw someone building a foundation, he sighed, "I have been running around for many times with all kinds of difficulties, but now I have leveled Longevity Mountain with Chen Tianren's sword. Looking back on the past, I feel that today is hard-won."
He turned around, looked at Jing Si Tui, and said: "Si Tui, you have worked so hard this time. But there are still bumps in the road ahead, and the road to heaven is still uncertain. Are you still willing to stay with me?"
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A sneer came, and the fox's tail swung, "If you want to recruit a disciple, just say so! How many twists and turns should you make? I think you really want to eat up Jiuzhe Mountain..." Before he could finish his words, the fox was shown off Xiu and Huang Ruhua held their mouths.
Jing Si retreated unmoved by anything else and immediately knelt down and said: "Master is here, please bow to me as a disciple!"
Jiang Xingchi smiled and stroked his beard, feeling very satisfied.
Wumu Qian, who was approaching Zhu Jianyangtao in the distance, saw this. He opened his mouth, seeming to hesitate, then gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and hurried to Jing Sixui, kneeling down side by side.
"When I first met my senior, I felt like I was standing tall and wanted to learn the Tao from my senior..." Wu Muqian cried, kowtowed, and talked incomprehensibly.
Jing Situi just stood up, but he couldn't say anything anymore. He had seen the world, so he was in a daze at this moment.
Jiang Xiaobai held his forehead and turned around. Wang Yueying frowned and watched, with disdain and a bit of envy on her face.
"I hit it off with fellow Taoist Wu Muchun, and you are no stranger." Jiang Xingchi raised his sleeves to help Wu Muqian and said, "Since you are willing, then follow me from now on." "Thank you, Master, for taking me in!" Wu Muqian said again. He kowtowed non-stop, turned to Jing Si and knelt down and said, "Senior brother, please accept my bow."
Jing Si Tui quickly returned the gift and said some nonsense about how brothers should not be polite and would support each other in the future.
"Okay." Jiang Xingchi stopped the new brothers and warned: "Si Tui, take him down and clear the formation. Keep the younger ones under control and don't make any trouble."
Jing Situi immediately accepted the order and retreated with the crying Wu Muqian.
Gu Yao watched with cold eyes, suddenly feeling blessed, she came closer to Gu Qingshui and whispered: "Ancestor, that Lin Zhuanlun is quite talented, and this Northern Expedition is not considered a meritorious one. He is not an outsider in the first place, so why not take a step closer?" , How about the ancestor accepting him as his disciple?”
"He has received a share of the inheritance from Taoist Master Wuxiang. How can I dare to be his teacher?" Gu Qingshui refused.
Gu Yao lowered her eyebrows, clenched her fists, and looked for Miaomiao and Jiang Yu with an extremely aggrieved look.
"How is Senior Brother Xiang?" Gu Qingshui looked at Jiang Xingchi.
"The karma has also arrived." Jiang Xingchi looked at the Wanshou Mountain Peak in the distance, "We will be able to break through the barrier soon."
Gu Qingshui was silent after hearing this. Fox, Patriarch Yang, and even Du Jueming all looked at Wanshou Mountain.
At this moment, Lin Bai was standing on the dilapidated attic, holding Pei Ning's hand, and looking together towards the dead trees at the foot of Wanshou Mountain.
This battle was so shocking that Confucius had a method of confinement, as if his major cultivation method could induce rules and laws, and then regulate the world. However, Chen Tianren used his true and pure sword to break it, and in the end he was able to transform his body into Tao and use the will of all things to break its appearance. He is truly worthy of the name of a heavenly being.
"Brother Mo, I once imitated Chen Tianren's Pure Sword, and I was somewhat successful. Now, looking at it, Chen Tianren actually has two swords in parallel. What is the avenue of the other sword?" Lin Bai asked curiously.
Mo Yingcheng spread his hands, "I'm not a swordsman, and Master never mentioned it." He nodded his chin towards Pei Ning and said with a smile, "I will not be the one to inherit Master's mantle in the future."
Peining didn't say anything, just raised his head and looked at a few lonely clouds in the sky.
"I just hope that after the matter here is over, I can ask the gods face to face for advice." Lin Bai had a vague feeling in his heart, thinking that he could be like Chen Tianren, with the sword divided into two kinds of rituals, and the Tao divided into yin and yang.
"How does master cultivate?" Li Wusheng put his hands on his hips, full of curiosity and yearning, with admiration and admiration on his face.
No one answered for a while, I just felt that there were too many differences between people.
"This is a sword divided into exterior and interior, one sword and one avenue." Suddenly I heard someone say from behind, the voice was thick and confused.
The four of them turned around and saw a man with black robes and black hair standing with his hands behind his back. He was standing in front of the mountains. He had an eternal momentum and was looking at the Wanshou Mountain Peak from a distance.
Mo Yingcheng and the other four people immediately bowed and saluted, "To the ancestor."
Xiang Wuhui looked at the top of Longevity Mountain, as if he had passed through the mountains and rivers, and said: "The rust of the sword is the outside, and the sword is the inside. Chen Zhiyuan, with his innocent heart, turned the rust into the most true and pure sword. , this is the expression. Then the sword's heart becomes clear, penetrating the heaven and earth, and becomes the king's power."
After finishing speaking, Lin Bai and others were silent in thought.
In the distance, the protective formation of Songhe Mountain disappeared. The same is true on Wanshou Mountain, and the sound of mourning breaks through the sky.
The sadness is definitely not fake, it shows that Kong Shu is dead.
Xiang Wuhui didn't look at the direction of the dead tree at all, he only looked up at Wanshou Mountain and said: "Chen Zhiyuan borrowed the treasure of the Three Yuan Yings and a wisp of the residual power of the gods to pave the sword tomb for you. The vast and solemn killing is in line with his destiny. However, The mourning of those who lost their way in the Tian Pavilion with their backs to the sword tomb was too much; and it was also true that Confucius was homesick and wanted to survive, but he lacked the courage to move forward. "
As he spoke, he took out a sword and said: "Chen Zhiyuan worked so hard to leave a sword for you in the sword tomb, and I will help you again! This sword was used by me when I saved the Nascent Soul in the past. I hope you can get one. Indomitable and never give up!”
The long sword in Xiang Wuhui's hand suddenly flew out and headed towards the dead tree.
And Xiang Wuhui also stepped forward. He didn't even look in the direction of the dead tree. He wasn't even curious about Kong Shu, who was cultivating the Xiangxiang Avenue. He didn't even listen to his dying words, and headed straight for the top of Wanshou Mountain. .
When he crossed the dead tree, it was perhaps the closest the two of them had been to each other in their lives. It's just that one person died at the bottom of the mountain, and another person went to the top of the mountain.
The sword surged forward, inserted into the dead tree with irreversible force, and landed beside Kong Shu.
This sword seems to have been unused for a long time, but it seems to have been here forever. It is a few steps away from Chen Zhiyuan's sword, on both sides of the dead tree.
Chi Shangxing raised his head and looked at the black shadow flying to the top of Wanshou Mountain. Zou Mi's eyes were blank, and he only held Kong Shu's withered palm tightly.
Soon, four people were seen approaching. Mo Yingcheng, his wife and Lin Bai bowed to salute Chen Zhiyuan, but Pei Ning knelt down to salute.
"Brother Kong has extraordinary talent, you go and pay homage." Chen Zhiyuan said.
Lin Bai and the four others obeyed and went forward to pay homage to Kong Shu's body.
Then I saw several rays of light coming from Wanshou Mountain, which were the golden elixirs of Shouting Pavilion.
Four white clouds floated from the sky, and four people including Yunxia Zong Yun Wujiu, Tianhuo City Zhu City Lord, Jiuyin Mountain Zheng Yehe, and Guyang Sect Gu Zangsong fell down.
There was a flash of light coming from Songhe Mountain. They were Jiang Xingchi, Du Jueming, and Meng Shanhe, an old friend of Zhou Huishan.
A ray of green light fell on Lin Bai's head, it was Fairy Shen Yu.
All the Nascent Souls were silent. They first bowed to Kong Shu's body, but Meng Shanhe did not move.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang." Chi Shangxing stood up, holding the wooden box in his hand, "Senior brother left a relic and ordered me to deliver it."
Jiang Xingchi took it and after looking at it for a moment, he realized that the wooden box was imprisoned by a strange formation. After thinking for a moment, he took out a black chess piece and placed it on the wooden box. When there was no movement, he replaced it with a white piece.
The wooden box was opened, and there was a roll of animal skin paper inside.
Jiang Xingchi took it and looked at it, then put it away, and said to Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi: "Senior Sister Zou, please go back to Wanshou Mountain to take charge, and don't let the disciples get restless. Please, Senior Brother Chi, please follow us to the Songhe Mountain Hall to talk."
Chi Shangxing and Zou Mi looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
The Nascent Souls come and go as quickly as they come. Chi Shangxing left with Jiang Xingchi, and Zou Mi no longer had the habit of scolding Gu Qingshui in the past.
A wisp of fire popped up and fell on Kong Shu. Zou Mi knelt down and saluted again, and then took his disciples back to Wanshou Mountain.
Chen Zhiyuan nodded towards Peining, stepped onto the clouds, and headed towards the top of Wanshou Mountain.
Mo Yingcheng and Li Wusheng returned to Songhe Mountain without saying anything.
Under the withered trees, there were countless broken swords and magical weapons of various colors scattered, many of which were stained with dust and blood.
The swords left by Chen Zhiyuan and Xiang Wuhui have become worn out, and the three Yuan Ying treasures in Shouting Pavilion have been shattered.
Kong Shu's remains turned into ashes, and the mountain wind blew up and was lost in the dust and smoke.
"This master is really speechless. Everyone is a kind teacher and a filial piety. Why does my apprentice always refuse to obey the discipline?" The fox sat on Lin Bai's head and sighed.
"There are teachers..." Before he could finish his words, the fox's tail curled up around Lin Bai's neck and headed towards Songhe Mountain.
At this time, the sun was gradually setting on the west mountain. Pei Ning was sitting cross-legged under the withered tree. There were faint sounds of cranes and apes roaring in the distance, which was so solemn and desolate.
Looking up at Wanshou Mountain, I saw the dusk, clouds flying across, and the scenery all over the dangerous peaks. (End of chapter)