The wheelchair in front of them slowed down; it was probably because the sandy beach was too soft.
"Liu Shisui and the others didn't know this, but Tong Yan, Zhao Layue and Bai Zao knew it. She sent me here because she knew I would hesitate. I'm willing to come here because I'm tired of being on the same side as them. "
Zhuo Rusui walked to the back of the wheelchair and put down his hands, saying, "It's true that I don't intend to help them this time, but it doesn't mean that I'll watch you kill them all. I've known them for a long time, and I've eaten hotpot many times from them. And you … used to be a portrait in a small building."
"What about now? Do you still think I'm the old guy in the portrait after getting along with me for so long? "
The Grandmaster motioned for him to push the wheelchair to a deeper part of the island.
The seawater rose up and wetted his feet.
"You're a person who walked out from the portrait."
Zhuo Rusui continued, "I have to admit that you have fulfilled a part of my memory of my Master to a certain extent."
The Grandmaster said, "But you've still said a lot of nonsense."
"It's because people are going to die." Zhuo Rusui continued, "I saw you throw out the bamboo pole and those water droplets shooting out. I believe someone must have died on Mars. I don't know who the person was, but I feel terrible thinking that he might be an old friend of mine at the hotpot table."
The ancestral planet was the pivot of the Sword Formation of the Solar System. Even though they couldn't see anything here, they could sense many things, like the deaths in the distance.
Who were the two people who had died? Had those people in Chaotian come out with the Dead Dog? Were they Liu Shisui or Zhao Layue?
Looking at the waves on the surface of the ocean, the Grandmaster asked, "Even if the person who died might be Tong Yan?"
"I don't know," Zhuo Rusui said, shaking his head bewilderedly, "I just don't want them to die."
He knew that the Grandmaster had already changed the formation, and many people would die.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he wouldn't feel happy even if Tong Yan died.
"So you want to stand out and oppose me?" The Patriarch asked.
Zhuo Rusui didn't think for too long and said, "Yes."
The Patriarch said, "I let you study here for a year in hopes that you would have a higher and more open outlook. I didn't expect you to still be so stubborn in the end."
Zhuo Rusui said seriously, "Cultivation is something against nature. Who is not stubborn in front of the Great Dao?"
That was not wrong. The founder of Aoyama was the most stubborn person in the universe. For the will of the gods, for the fate of mankind, for the pursuit of his own path, he did not hesitate to do so many things. Otherwise, he could continue digging tombs and reading books on this planet. It would be a pleasant life to be the spiritual leader of the Federation of the Milky Way.
Zhuo Rusui did not say anything else. He took seven steps towards the beach and then turned around to summon his sword.
The flying sword was gray, looking rather ordinary, like a withered leaf. It would be hard to find it if it dropped on the sand.
If he were in Chaotian or in the Green Sky Mirror, he would try his best to sneak an attack; but he was fully aware that sneak attacks were meaningless in front of the Grandmaster.
"Is it the Swallowing Boat Sword?" asked the Grandmaster.
Zhuo Rusui said, "Hmm. It's been broken a few times over the years, so it can't improve its state."
"When was it broken?" asked the Grandmaster.
Zhuo Rusui said, "It was broken three hundred years ago, two hundred years ago, and one hundred years ago. It was all broken by the Thoughtless Sword."
"Why do you still keep it?" asked the Grandmaster.
Zhuo Rusui's talent in the sword work was not inferior to Zhao Liu's. He had been the sect master of Aoyama for hundreds of years and had the support of all of Chaotian. As such, he must have reached the highest state of the sword work a long time ago, so he had no need for such a sword.
"The sword rises with the user. This is the principle you left for us in the sword manual."
Zhuo Rusui continued, "There is one thing you are not aware of. The reason Zhao Layue asked me to keep an eye on you and the other masters is that … I'm better at killing people than any of them, in addition to the fact that I can win your trust easily."
Zhao Layue was not afraid of killing people, and Liu Shisui dared to kill people; but when it came to killing people … it was him.
The Grandmaster turned the wheelchair around and said to Jing Jiu, "It's a pity that I can't be considered a human being right now."
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly as he thought of the time spent with the Grandmaster over the past year.
The ocean waves slapped against the beach slowly, rising a bit and covering the lower part of the wheelchair.
It seemed that there was a river between him and the Grandmaster.
The Swallowing Boat Sword left his body slowly and flew toward the Grandmaster, quivering slightly.
The flying sword seemed slow, but it was actually as fast as lightning. The reason for this scene was that the river had suddenly become vast and boundless.
The ocean breeze blew gently to the riverside, to the opposite shore, and fell on Zhuo Rusui.
Several tears appeared on his clothes.
Several stalks of his black hair fell off.
His pinky finger was cut off without a sound.
A bone-deep hole appeared on his knee.
Blood gushed out from those wounds and began to burn as it came into contact with the air, turning into a pale golden flame.
He raised his hands and covered his eyebrows with two forefingers, looking down at the surging flames below him. There was no shock or pain in his eyes, only curiosity.
The reason why he covered his eyebrows with his fingers was not because he was afraid that his eyebrows would be set on fire, as the old saying went.
It was because compared to Tong Yan, his dashing eyebrows were his pride, so he naturally had to protect them.
He was not shocked or in pain because he knew that the Grandmaster's swordsmanship was far above his, but he was curious about what kind of sword the Grandmaster was using.
The breeze from the ocean, the sea water that was like a horizontal river, and the grains of silvery sand were all swords.
This was, of course, the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Aoyama — All in One Sword, but it was different from the All in One Sword that Zhuo Rusui knew.
Soon, he remembered that this was the All in One Sword that he had seen in Dayuan City many years ago.
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As Zhuo Rusui looked at the wild fire flowing out of his body and thought about these things, the Swallowing Boat Sword was still flying forward slowly and stubbornly on the surface of the river.
He didn't even take a look at his sword, nor did he care about it.
No matter how wide the river was and how boundless it seemed, as long as he kept flying forward, he would reach the other shore one day.
He had been prepared before he wielded his sword.
Peng Lang didn't use All in One Sword to deal with his own Grandmaster.
He wouldn't use All in One Sword either, because he knew that it wouldn't be as good as the Grandmaster.
He didn't use the Inherited Heaven Sword or any other sword art.
He was just using the flying sword.
All of his sword wills, spirit, and determination were concentrated on the sword and the word "fly".
Even if he was chopped into dust by the Grandmaster with All in One Sword the next moment, the sword would keep flying forward until it reached the other shore and arrived in front of the old man in the wheelchair.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama was like a god, and his only weakness was his old and decaying body. This was the conclusion Zhuo Rusui had reached after observing him for more than a year.
Therefore, he chose this method in the end.
You turn everything into a sword.
I regard the sword wills all over the sky as a river and use the sword as a boat to cross the river.
No matter how strong the current in the river was, it would be hard for it to overturn the wooden boat that was traveling in the river; instead, it would move faster.
The gray flying sword was flying slowly on the surface of the river, trembling constantly. It was really like a small boat that could be swallowed by the waves at any moment.
However, the small boat suddenly stopped when it was only three steps away from the wheelchair.
It wasn't overturned by the huge waves in the river, but fell directly from the sky and landed in the riverbed that had suddenly dried up.
Pah!!! The small boat broke into a few pieces, and then into pieces.
Why did this happen?
Because the rising sea level suddenly dropped and receded into the distance.
The river which had been lying between them had naturally disappeared.
The ebb and flow of the tide had its own pattern, which was related to the blood moon hanging over the sea.
Why did the rising tide suddenly recede?
Heaven and earth shouldn't be like this!
Could it be that the Grandmaster could actually change the law of heaven and earth?
The last wave fell on the Swallowing Boat Sword that had already broken into dozens of pieces, and slowly dragged it into the sea.
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After a moment of silence, Zhuo Rusui raised his head and looked at the opposite side, with a relieved smile on his face.
His injuries were serious, not on his pinky finger or his knee, but on the sword marks that went deep into his body.
The Grandmaster didn't kill him.
He still had many powerful sword arts that he hadn't used yet — he hadn't been the leader of Aoyama all these years for nothing.
But it was meaningless.
The wheat field was meaningless, the river bank was meaningless, the boat was meaningless, the Inherited Heaven Sword was meaningless, and the Ghost Sword Doctrine was meaningless.
The most powerful sword doctrine could cut heaven and earth apart, but heaven and earth wouldn't be moved by it, because you were always in heaven and earth.
Zhuo Rusui said sincerely, "Using a sword in front of the Grandmaster is like the words I read in the book a few days ago. It's really ridiculous."
The words in the ancient books were like showing off one's slight skill before an expert, showing off one's broadsword before Guan Yu, and selling books before the Headmaster.
The gap between him and the Grandmaster was so huge.
The Grandmaster said, "Your sword is very good. It's just that I've lived for a few more years, so I think more."
Zhuo Rusui understood.
The All in One Sword he saw in Dayuan City was exactly like this.
Everything in the world was his sword. It wasn't specific things like flowers, grass, trees, stones, or kitchen knives; it was a whole.
It was the interaction between the self-awareness and the world.
The Grandmaster's spiritual awareness spread out in the solar system and formed this magnificent sword formation of Aoyama.
It meant that the entire solar system was his sword.
Nobody could defeat him here.
The Grandmaster looked at the beach in the distance.
A few days ago, when Zhuo Rusui was fishing with him, he seemed to be bored, so he built a pagoda by mixing the sea water with sand.
Where the Grandmaster's gaze fell, the pagoda of sand collapsed soundlessly and turned into a pile of sand, looking like a grave.
"The Buddhists like to use this kind of scene to describe the impermanence."
The Grandmaster drew back his gaze and said to him, "But you've forgotten that anything made of sand will vanish into thin air when the wind blows."
Zhuo Rusui stopped covering his eyebrows with his finger and extinguished the wild fire flowing out of his wound, saying, "When the false is mistaken for the true, the true becomes the false."
Some slight rustling sounds came from the coconut grove in the distance, along with the anxious screams of the monkeys.
The Grandmaster said, "Since the Great Formation was activated, you have built seventeen pagodas of sand and stone, but they are all gone now."
In the gloomy and deep end of the coconut grove, some piles of sand and stones were scattered. There was even a pile of stones in a certain shelter on the cliff, but the number was smaller.
Those were the traces left by the collapse of the pagodas of sand and stone.
These pagodas of sand and stone were built by Zhuo Rusui, and the monkeys had helped a lot.
He was the sect master of the Aoyama Sect, so he naturally knew how to control the monkeys.
So the sand pagoda by the sea was a smokescreen, but how could it be hidden from the Grandmaster?
With a thought from the Grandmaster, all the pagodas were destroyed, leaving not a single one behind. How could he tell those people this information?
"Before I ascended, I made a trip to the Guocheng Temple, intending to take that stone pagoda with me. I felt that it was the anchor of my Dao heart, but I was afraid that it would disturb the old God Emperor's rest, so I gave up."
Zhuo Rusui said, "When it comes to matters like the path of the sword, I'm naturally far inferior to you, but when it comes to things like pagodas, I'm really more familiar than you are."
Pagodas were the earliest high-rise buildings that appeared in the early days of human civilization.
Standing on the pagodas, one could see far away, and could transmit shouts and radio waves even further, which was why there were watchtowers, television towers, and the like.
Those stone pagodas and sand pagodas were the means he used to shout to those people in the Solar System, but he had made some adjustments.
"When the false is mistaken for the true, the true becomes the false," Zhuo Rusui said again.
The Grandmaster understood, and his gaze fell on the distant coconut grove.
Those crumbling sand pagodas and stone pagodas stirred up some dust. The dust was made up of fine sand and stone powder, and carried by the sea breeze, it drifted in all directions.
As the Grandmaster's gaze fell, a lot of fine sand fell down like rain, weaving into an extremely dreamy curtain.
But there were still some grains of sand that drifted to other places. Perhaps in the next moment, they would float out of the atmosphere and into space.
This was Zhuo Rusui's method.
Those sand pagodas were not tools to transmit information, but rather the information itself.
When they collapsed, the information would scatter between heaven and earth.
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… …
Heaven and earth were getting closer and closer.
In the frozen sky, there were countless beautiful and huge snowflakes, and each one was different. They had an extremely complex and orderly sense of beauty.
Countless sword lights illuminated those snowflakes, as if they were right in front of him, and in reality, they were right in front of him.
The sky was only a few feet away from the edge of the cliff, and before long it would fall.
That robot could no longer sit straight, or else its upper body would be cut off. It could only lean back, using its mechanical arms to support itself against the ground.
It looked like a person lying on a sofa watching TV.
At such a dangerous moment, such a lazy posture naturally exuded a fearless spirit, which was quite handsome.
Shen Yunmai's heartfelt sentiments came out from the robot.
"I'm so cool …"
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