Chapter 210 Inheritance between life and death

Gu Zhuo was calm as usual, there was no fear in his eyes, he was just silent.

In his long years of practice, he has encountered too many extraordinary and sudden changes, and he has long been accustomed to them.

"I want to talk to you."

After saying this, Huang Ren naturally began to introduce himself.

Unlike Yu Yang, his accent had a rather thick and strange accent, and it was not easy to hear him clearly.

Gu Zhuo is very patient.

Under the heavy darkness of night, in the vast wind and snow, time seemed to slow down here.

The same picture remains for a long time, the only difference is the rising and falling sounds.

The deserted man whose left hand was severed at the wrist has an unusual identity - a high priest.

In the wilderness, it is an identity recognized by all the deserters regardless of their stance.

The responsibilities of the high priest are similar to those of prison guards to a certain extent. They carry out the will of heaven and use it to warn and warn the future, so that people can embark on the right path.

Therefore, the high priest's body is naturally covered with a layer of sacred glory, and his status is transcendent and extraordinary, because every word he speaks is God's will for the world in the hearts of the deserted people.

Listening to these words, Chu Jun's eyes became increasingly depressed.

She didn't care about the truth or falsehood of the words, that was the matter of Huangren. What she cared about was another thing - the life and death of Taoist Zi Zi.

On the cliff of Gushan, it was this high priest who came to kill her and Taoist Zi Zi. The latter had no choice but to let her leave early, so she didn't know the outcome of that battle at all...

Chu Jun lowered his head and stopped thinking about it.

At this moment, the chief priest only had Gu Zhuo in his eyes.

He was still speaking his own words, and his tone became gentler and kinder, like a fairy.

"Every human being is burdened with sin, it just depends on how much or how little."

"Have you ever reflected on why you can't find any peace and calm along the way, as if you are drifting away from the whole world?"

"Have you ever thought about why I am standing here waiting for your arrival so firmly? This is fate giving you the possibility to turn back."

"And all of this is God's will."

The chief priest looked at Gu Zhuo and said seriously: "Your arrangements are not in the past or the future, they are here."

Gu Zhuo asked softly: "Die here?"

The high priest raised his head and stretched out his hands.

His expression became more pious, the fire in his eyes burned more fiercely, and his old voice became hoarse: "This is the last and only destination given to you by God."

Gu Zhuo thought for a while and asked: "Where does God's will come from?"

After hearing these words, the high priest slowly knelt down, his right hand fell on the cold snow, and his eyes had already been closed in advance.

After a while, the aura from his body gradually disappeared, as if everything he had had was returned to this world, so that the body, mind, and soul continued to get closer to, and even merged with, God.

As his forehead met the earth, a clear voice came from nowhere and resounded throughout the place.

"From the will of God, from the heart of the people."

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes, letting the unconcealable fatigue disappear, and said indifferently: "It's not my intention, let alone my heart."

Before he finished speaking, a stream of light suddenly appeared in the dark valley.

There was a soft clang.

Zhexue appeared in front of the high priest and stabbed him directly!

At this time, the high priest was still kneeling on the ground, offering sacrifices to God with all his body, mind, and soul. His ordinary aura was no different from that of ordinary people.

At the moment when blood was about to splatter on the spot, the whole valley suddenly became brighter. It was not the dazzling light brought by the flash of flying swords, but the terrifying flames that burned everything in sight!

That was a wave of flames bursting out with the high priest as the center!

Zhe Xue met the terrifying green flames head-on. The sword edge, which was only a few feet away from the high priest, was forced back by the flame waves at this moment, and could no longer move forward at all.

What a powerful force this is?

Amid the blazing flames, the high priest stood up again.

His expression was still compassionate, his eyes were always kind, and he was never angry because death was so close to him.

He stretched out his remaining right hand, and as his fingertips passed by, the space was distorted and deformed visibly to the naked eye as the green flame burned.

The next moment, his fingertips landed on the edge of Zhe Xue's sword and tapped lightly.

A soft sound.

However, Zhexue seemed to be suddenly subjected to a mountain-like heavy pressure, and the sword bent accordingly, revealing an overwhelmed wail.

boom!

A thunderous rumble followed, and Zhe Xue finally couldn't bear the force, and fell on the snow, creating thousands of waves.

Before the snow wave had time to fall, the ghost fire had surged and been swept away, burning every snowflake in front of it. Not even the white smoke could rise, and rolled towards Gu Zhuo in the distance.

Zhe Xue was smashed to the ground, and there was nothing blocking him.

Chu Jun stood behind Gu Zhuo, watching this scene helplessly, and suddenly remembered something.

——When the tide comes, the world becomes green.

It's just that the wave at this moment is not water, but fire.

Gu Zhuo's eyes were calm.

He lowered his eyes slightly to block out the far-from-dazzling green, and held the sword.

Wait a minute, the sword and its scabbard were standing in front of him, like a city wall.

The flame wave arrived and was split into two.

No sound was heard.

The snow has been melted for countless years, and the rocks hidden underneath are softening before being exposed to the fire. It is expected that they will melt into sap soon. The soil is burned until it becomes hard and then cracks, as if it has been dry for countless years. earth.

There is fire everywhere.

The high priest looked at Gu Zhuo, and the light in his eyes became more intense as he watched the wave of flames being stopped by the old sword.

He didn't say another word, just like what he said before, he was just conveying God's will, and he came here to do only one thing from beginning to end - let Gu Zhuo die.

He stepped forward, and his left hand, which had been severed at the wrist by Taoist Zi Zi, began to mutate, and a monster beast was born from it.

It was a giant snake made of the flesh and blood of the high priest. It had a thick shape and terrifying eyes.

Even a practitioner with a firm Taoist heart like Chu Jun would be confused and unable to calm down if he looked at each other.

So she lowered her head subconsciously, only to find that the giant snake had already pressed its body close to the soil, swam and meandering in the green sea of fire, constantly approaching Gu Zhuo, preparing to attack.

At the same time, the high priest never stopped.

Gu Zhuo's eyes passed through the vast sea of fire and looked at him.

Life and death may be the next moment.

He said to Chu Jun: "I won't be able to take care of you later."

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "I will live."

Gu Zhuo said: "You can figure it out yourself."

After saying this, he felt the increasingly hot temperature and performed the deduction for the last time.

——It’s not a big problem.

At the thought of this, Gu Zhuo's mind was set.

Clang!

Take it out slowly.

At the moment when Jianfeng met the world, time suddenly slowed down.

Whether it was the surging flames, the giant snake lingering in it, or even the expression changes on the high priest's face, they were all stagnated in this moment.

Gu Zhuo's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and blood kept flowing from his lips.

He didn't bother to wipe it, because time flies and must be cherished.

With that clang, he used his toes to move his body and sword forward, crashed into the sea of fire, and met the wave of green flames head-on!

The flame wave that once prevented Zhe Xue from moving forward seemed to be nothing before he waited, unable to stop Gu Zhuo's footsteps for a moment, and he was stunned.

His true energy was depleted in an instant, then replenished, and he repeatedly tortured his body's meridians - the balance of heaven and earth was now pushed to the theoretical peak of this technique, and there was no further progress.

It was at this moment that time began to flow again, but still very slowly.

The eyes of the high priest began to change, which was mainly reflected in the shaking of the light that filled his eyes, indicating that he was aware of the danger coming and was ready to respond.

Gu Zhuo's clothes caught fire.

The distance of ten feet is already over half.

The hand holding the sword had a strange charred color, perhaps because it was too fast and was pulled into a thin line.

There are still three feet left.

Chu Jun came to his senses and prepared without hesitation to take out the last means of saving his life - not to let the temple master come again, but a talisman.

The blood at the corner of Gu Zhuo's mouth had burned into smoke and flew away.

The giant snake did not panic, its body showed a twisted shape, it showed its fangs and bit Gu Zhuo's legs.

The last foot.

The flow of time is becoming more and more normal. Both thoughts and facts are coming faster. They are no longer stuck in the moment and have freedom.

The realm of the high priest corresponds to that of Wugou, which is infinitely better than that of Gu Zhuo, so of course he has more freedom and can do more things.

He retreated quickly because he had recognized what kind of sword it was, and refusing to let himself be within three feet of the sword's edge would bring him unbearable heavy consequences.

The giant snake was connected to his left arm and was pulled back, so its fangs were closer to Gu Zhuo.

This is the moment of life and death.

Chu Jin looked forward.

A gap was torn open in the sea of fire.

Gu Zhuo was in it and was about to be submerged by the flames.

Just then, a stone tower appeared above him.

The fire immediately subsided.

Even the light in the high priest's eyes dimmed.

As a result, Chu Jun could see the confusion and confusion in those cloudy eyes.

Then, she saw a bright sword light from it.

Fleeting.

Flowers rise as soon as blood is splashed.

The high priest's entire left arm was cut off directly.

The giant snake had no time to howl, and was evaporated into smoke in the sea of fire, dissipating invisible.

The winner was not decided.

There were burnt marks on Gu Zhuo's body, which were the injuries caused to him by the ghostly fire that the Sansheng Tower failed to completely suppress.

The gap between realms is really terrifying, like a cloud of mud.

Even if he waited slowly with his hands in hand and had the Sansheng Tower protecting his body, he would still end up seriously injured.

The high priest looked at him.

Gu Zhuo did not avoid it.

The high priest's eyes showed madness.

He forcibly stopped his retreat, held his left arm with his right hand, and did an extremely bloody and terrifying thing, throwing it forward.

Like a stone.

Gu Zhuo's eyes changed slightly, and his consciousness moved again.

Time slows down again at this moment.

When Chu Jun woke up, there was a loud bang in his ears, and Gu Zhuo came back faster than when he came. Her five fingers subconsciously sent out more power, crushing the talisman in her hand in time, letting the aura contained in it envelope herself and Gu Zhuo, who was crashing into her.

……

boom!

As the entire mountain peak was shaken directly, countless amounts of snow fell.

In a very short period of time, the valley where the battle was taking place had been filled with water, and there was no other color except paleness.

After a while, the high priest climbed out of the snow, his face expressionless.

In his perception, the aura of Gu Zhuo and that girl no longer existed, as if they died with his broken arm.

Not long after, a deserter followed this huge movement and came here.

The high priest said nothing and closed his eyes again.

Soon, his tired voice sounded again, accompanied by coughing up blood.

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"The man is not dead yet."

"Find him and kill him."

"This is God's will."

Someone asked: "How can we find that person?"

The high priest opened his eyes, with a strange brilliance in his cloudy eyes, and said: "As long as you never give up your faith, he will appear in front of you."

After saying this, he refused the help of others and walked alone into the depths of the night.

……

Under a thousand layers of snow, deep in the cave.

The cave is new.

To be more precise, it was smashed out by Gu Zhuo himself.

At this time, he was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with burn marks and wounds.

The right hand holding the sword was directly fractured, and could only hang weakly to the side, unable to even lift it up.

Wait a moment, it is hung by his waist, and the edge has been concealed.

The Three Lives Pagoda buries his aura in his previous life - otherwise, with the powerful soul of the high priest, how could he not sense the existence of the two of them?

Compared with these two famous divine objects on the list of most important objects, Zhexue is undoubtedly much more miserable. The originally bright sword body has many burnt marks, which is shocking and distressing.

"Is this why you brought me with you?"

A voice sounded beside Gu Zhuo.

Hearing this, he didn't want to speak but found that nodding was more tiring, so he gave a helpless hum.

He said: "Just in case, I have to find someone to take care of myself."

There is no light in the depths of the cave, there is fire burning.

From Chu Jun’s fingertips.

The girl looked at Gu Zhuo through this flame, looked at his unreal face, and said seriously: "Why do you continue to spend your true energy to cover up your appearance?"

Gu Zhuo said without thinking: "I am ugly."

Chu Jun was speechless.

"What now?"

She said: "My last resort to save my life is also used here."

Before meeting the high priest, she did say something similar, but there was actually an attribute in that sentence - what the master left behind.

The reason why she said this was because she was vaguely aware that something would happen next, and wanted to use this to mislead the possible enemy.

It turns out she was right.

If it weren't for her, Gu Zhuo wouldn't have put his life and death on one sword and ended the battle in the shortest time.

"I can't hold on for long."

Chu Jun looked forward, looking at the ice and snow pouring into the cave, and reminded: "The moment the true energy is exhausted, if you can't think of a way, then we will have to die here."

Gu Zhuo said: "I will not die."

Chu Jun asked: "What about me?"

"You won't die either."

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes to rest his mind and said in a weak voice: "I will teach you many things in the next period of time."

Chu Jun was stunned.

Gu Zhuo said: "You can consider this as reward."

Chu Jun didn't know what to say.

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I know that your master is the master of the temple. You don't need to repeat this meaningless fact to me, just like you don't need to know who I am."

After Chu Jun was quiet for a moment, he said, "Why?"

Gu Zhuo said casually: "I have a deep connection and relationship with Daomen that you can't imagine. The current situation of Daomen makes me feel quite sad, and among the younger generation of Daomen, you are the only one worthy of my taking a few more glances."

"Since you are determined to take up the responsibility of revitalizing the Taoist sect, don't think about meaningless things in the next period of time."

There was no emotion in his voice: "When you enter the realm of emergence in the future, you will naturally understand how precious this time is."

Chu Jun stopped talking.

What else is there to say?

Gu Zhuo continued: "Two quarters of an hour, just ask if you don't understand."

Before Chu Jun could react, a section of Daozang had already been read out of his mouth.

Scriptures with complex meanings and strange and difficult-to-read words flowed out slowly like water in a mountain stream. Everything was so natural.

Chu Jun didn't have time to be surprised and stunned, and his mind was already immersed in it.

When she woke up again, many of the confusions lingering in her heart from the past had been solved.

Those extremely complicated truths that she once couldn't understand were like a ball of thread that had been played with by a cat. But now, in a few words, the ball of thread was returned to its original shape, and its original and most authentic appearance was revealed to her. in the eyes.

What level of Taoist attainment is this?

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo with extremely complicated eyes, and a strong thought inevitably came to his mind.

——Master...is his attainments in Tao Zang as profound as this person's?

This thought was so rebellious and disrespectful to the Master who stood at the highest point in the world, but it inevitably stayed in her Taoist heart and could not be erased.

Gu Zhuo's voice sounded again.

"Try it."

He said: "I have never had an apprentice, and I am not very good at teaching. If you are stupid, I will teach you in another way."

Chu Jun nodded slightly, and the true energy in his body moved accordingly.

The flame burning on her fingertips gradually drifted outward, absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world and nourishing itself, never leaving.

Gu Zhuo said: "It's okay."

Chu Jun wanted to ask what was considered good, but in the end she asked another question.

"How do I take you away?"

"...I'm not disabled."

Gu Zhuo stood up, using waiting as a crutch, his eyes still closed.

Chu Jun asked: "Just walk out like this?"

Gu Zhuo hummed and said, "Maybe dig a hole in the ground."

Then, he once again chanted a certain scripture in the Dao Zang and his own annotations.

This should have been an extremely energy-consuming thing, but for him it was simpler than eating and drinking, and it didn't even consume the slightest energy.

Chu Jun concentrated on understanding while walking ahead to open the way.

The meaning of these classics she heard from Gu Zhuo at the moment was how to get along with the heaven and the earth and use the power of all things.

It sounded like there was a hint of Tiandao Sect in it, but when she thought about it deeply, she felt that this was a boring fallacy on her part, because it could not be summarized one by one.

If he really wanted to use a certain sect to summarize Gu Zhuo's understanding of Dao Zang, perhaps he could only use the word... Dao sect.

When thinking of this, Chu Jun naturally thought of Taoist Yingxu.

This leader of the Tianming Cult who was executed by His Majesty the Emperor is said to have a mysterious and unpredictable relationship with the Taoist Master.

Perhaps the scriptures she heard at this moment came from the existence of this relationship?

……

Cultivation is a very difficult thing.

Over a long period of time, thousands of repetitions are just a step forward, and many people don't even dare to hope for a breakthrough.

Chu Jun was like this in the past, until today.

She regained the joy she had when she entered the Tao, and her steps became brisk and no longer difficult.

So Gu Zhuo opened her eyes at a certain moment, looked at the tunnel she dug in the frozen soil, sighed and said something.

"Although I am not disabled, I am really half disabled now. Can you slow down a little bit?"

……

Easy to water.

Wei Qingci took advantage of the thick fog to hide his figure and landed on Jiangxin Island.

The back of the old man sitting in the wheelchair fell into his eyes again, and he couldn't find any difference from the past.

He said: "Junior Brother Liu is dead."

The sound of the handrail being knocked was heard.

Boom.

Wei Qingci no longer lowered his head, looked at his master's back, and said seriously: "Junior brother died in the wasteland, and he went to the wasteland for me. The reason why I went to the wasteland is to make a breakthrough."

Wang Ji laughed and said, "Listen, you seem to be blaming me?"

Wei Qingci shook his head and said, "I dare not."

Wang Ji asked: "Words should be like the edge of a sword."

Wei Qingci was silent for a long time and said seriously: "Master, you should know why I am anxious to make a breakthrough. It is because you are already in late autumn. This is an iron-clad fact."

Wang Ji smiled and said: "Continue."

Wei Qingci said expressionlessly: "The Sword of Yishui is different from the Wan Jian Chi and the Chaotian Sword Que. It is meant to be straight three feet in the hand. There is always progress and no retreat, so it is also the most dangerous path of cultivation in the world."

"On a road like this, if there are no Yuhua people to guard it, how can the inheritance last forever? I'm afraid they would have died in the sword fight."

He said: "This is what you said to me back then. I think you still remember it, right?"

Wang Ji thought for a while and said, "I haven't forgotten."

Having said this, Wei Qingci walked slowly to the front of the wheelchair and asked: "I am your founding disciple. I have never disobeyed you even once. I want to know why you don't want to take me into consideration before acting today." Not at all? Only your friends are in your eyes?”

After Wang Ji was silent for a moment, he raised his head slightly and looked at his apprentice, smiled and asked: "If I understand correctly, you seem to be blaming me?"

(End of chapter)