Zhuo Rusui and the rest had been staring at the two wheelchairs on the beach.
This conversation would definitely be written in human history, so how could it not be heard and recorded?
Therefore, they were all eavesdropping. They were nervous and vaguely excited, as if they were doing something bad.
In order not to disturb that conversation, their communication was done through divine sense.
Several divine senses converged together, affecting the flow of the air, forming a fuzzy mass of air.
"Sect Master is still as arrogant as ever. Who would make the first move? How dare you say that I'm a human! "
"The old man told you to read fairy tales. Didn't you read the history books? Who could compete with that woman? An emperor said something like that. "
"Ancestral Master's words are sharp. How should I respond? I'll bring up the rear. Are you going to admit that you are a jellyfish? "
"Young Master, that's great. I'm all of your lives … If only we didn't have to fight."
"He can't hear us. Shisui, can you stop flattering him? Don't be lenient later. Throw out your Dharma treasures as well. "
"This sword is not bad. If we're talking about the direction of human evolution, it should be Ping Yong-ka or that little girl. "
"Does Miss Qing'er count? By the way, where was she? Will she join the battle? "
"Ping Yong-ka has nothing to do with this world? What did that mean? The All in One Sword had other origins? I wish he was here. "
"The Sect Leader actually said that this isn't important and changed the topic so abruptly. How shameless."
"Can he really get rid of the control of the Inherited Heaven Sword?"
"The Immortal Sect Master wanted to kill the Great Grandmaster back in Chaotian? Why? Does he really have a way? "
The conversation between the divine senses came to an end, because the discussion had been completed.
"How boring," Shen Yunmai said, "The nature of human beings is indeed repetition."
Liu Shisui asked seriously, "What do you mean?"
Shen Yunmai said, "Life, evolution … these are things that should have been figured out at a young age. Why are you two old guys who have lived for so many years discussing them so earnestly? Are you trying to stall for time or are you really bored?"
"Really?" Liu Shisui and Peng Lang were a little confused. "We've never thought about it."
Shen Yunmai clicked his tongue. When he was about to mock her, he suddenly found that there was something wrong with Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue did not participate in their discussion. She had been paying attention to the Flower Creek by the sea.
Flower Creek was quite close to the two wheelchairs.
If the Grandmaster were to act, she would have to kill him.
The little girl would occasionally squat down to pick up shellfish. The sea breeze blew her hair and cut sleeves. Her pale little face was a little red from the sun, and beads of sweat gradually formed.
Who would have thought that such a lovely girl would die at any time?
Several sword lights shone from his sleeves.
Zhao Layue disappeared from where she was and instantly appeared beside Hua Xi.
Liu Shisui and the others reacted quickly.
Another dozen or so sword lights appeared out of thin air on the beach. They also came to Zhao Layue's side.
Tong Yan also floated over using the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique.
Only the robot was left standing on the beach.
Shen Yunmai sat down after swearing a few times.
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…
Zhao Layue and the others looked at the sea warily.
A small storm came from the sea and then disappeared immediately.
The surface of the sea rose slightly. A man in a black Taoist robe walked out. He was the Sword Whiz En Sheng.
When he left Mars, he grabbed Ada's hair and hung him all the way here. Ada did not do anything until they reached the atmosphere of the ancestral planet. Then, he suddenly launched an attack and shot En Sheng into the distant sea.
He did this because he did not want En Sheng to participate in the upcoming war. However, he did not expect that Jing Jiu did not act immediately after meeting with the Grandmaster. Instead, he exchanged the lives of Hua Xi and the Snow Girl, and then they began to chat.
Even in the boundless sea, such a long time was enough for En Sheng to find them.
Everyone looked at him warily, including Peng Lang.
No one knew whether the Sword Whiz En Sheng would break the temporary peace. What if he did not want to save Hua Xi, but to kill Hua Xi and help the Grandmaster gain the right to act freely?
En Sheng didn't pay any attention to them. He walked to the side of the coconut grove not far away and said to Jing Jiu in the wheelchair, "Though it's meaningless to talk about this now, I still want to say something. If the Great Grandmaster hadn't founded the Green Mountain Sect, you wouldn't be here today, and these juniors wouldn't be here today. Do you lack basic respect for him?"
Hearing these words, Liu Shisui lowered his head. Zhuo Rusui also felt uncomfortable. Peng Lang could not help but sigh as he thought that if the Grandmaster did not establish the sect on Longevity Mountain, he would not be here today.
Zhao Layue and Tong Yan also remained silent. They had all learned the swordsmanship of Aoyama. No matter how they looked at it, they should have received the favor of the Grandmaster. But now they were besieging the Grandmaster, which did not feel right.
Only one person did not think so.
"He just happened to pick up that sword in the mountain."
Jing Jiu said, "If someone else had picked up that sword, the Aoyama Sect would have appeared."
This was in response to what the Sword Whiz En Sheng had said.
Since the Grandmaster was not a necessary condition for the descendants to exist, why should they be grateful?
"If someone else had picked up that sword, they would have used it to chop firewood."
En Sheng stared into his eyes and said, "The Grandmaster is the one chosen by fate."
"The one chosen by fate is called lucky. If lucky refers to picking up that sword, then the sword is the key."
The meaning of Jing Jiu's words was clear.
En Sheng sneered at him and said, "The name of the Aoyama Sect comes from the Grandmaster. Why do you have to twist the facts?"
Jing Jiu said, "If Zhuo Rusui had picked up this sword tens of thousands of years ago, he would have been called the Rusui Sect. If Shisui had picked it up, he would have been called the Shisui Sect. If I had picked it up, I would have been called the Ninth Sect. Is the name that important?"
Zhuo Rusui said with a bitter expression, "It's more important. These names are too strange."
Shen Yunmai said in the distance, "That's Shen Aoyama. It's just the right name. I have to thank my grandparents."
"Even if nobody had picked up that sword, and the Aoyama Sect had never appeared, it doesn't matter."
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to these two boring guys. He continued while looking at En Sheng, "I can go to the Cloud-Dream Mountain, the Guocheng Temple, Ōzawa, the Mirror Sect, or the Kunlun Sect. I will still be invincible in the world."
Zhao Layue couldn't bear listening to him anymore. It wasn't because of his narcissism that she found it disgusting, but because she had a problem with a certain sect.
"The Kunlun Sect is out of the question."
"Fine. I'll create the Scenery Garden Sect. So what? What's so important about a sect? "
Jing Jiu said, "The Aoyama Sect has indeed treated me well, so I haven't left. But it's the Aoyama Sect that will be established in the future. It has nothing to do with the portraits in the small building."
His memories and feelings for the Aoyama Sect started from the Great Grandmaster, the Immortal Daoyuan. If the members of the Aoyama Sect were naturally close to each other, then what about those senior masters whom he, his Big Brother, the Dead Dog, and the Dark Phoenix had killed years ago?
"It's your own business to establish the Aoyama Sect, not for me."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at Shen Aoyama, "You have no idea that there will be another me in the world tens of thousands of years later."
The emperors in the ancient times built such a large royal palace because they wanted to live comfortably and brightly. Should the tourists visiting the royal palace in the later generations thank him for leaving such a great building for the humans and themselves?
"That's a crooked logic," Shen Yunmai said with a rare solemnity in his voice. "But I like it."
Shen Aoyama looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, saying nothing.
It was suddenly eerily quiet by the seashore.
The crowd had a bad feeling.
He had talked a lot when they were talking about the humans; but why did he only look at Jing Jiu now?
It was evident that he didn't think what Jing Jiu had said was meaningless; it was more like he was looking at a dead man.
Since he was going to die soon, he might as well say whatever he wanted.
Jing Jiu talked too much, which was not in line with his temperament.
Why would a man talk too much when he was about to die?
A gust of wind suddenly rose.
The sound of the wind was rustling in the coconut grove.
The wind came from the surface of the ocean, the sky, and the atmosphere. It brought a vague but clear message.
The message from the distance was a letter of peace.
Ada didn't disappoint them. The crisis on the other side had been resolved.
Yet, the atmosphere by the seashore didn't become relaxed; on the contrary, it grew more intense.
The resolution of the crisis on the other side meant that the agreement had come to an end, and the peace on this side would cease to exist.
The intense atmosphere and the vague pressure even affected the sea.
The waves surged onto the beach and suddenly became sticky. Then the waves gradually solidified, like a still sculpture.
Hua Xi squatted down and gently pulled a piece with her finger. She found that it wasn't ice, but some kind of jade-like existence.
The Grandmaster looked at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu grunted softly.
Zhao Layue looked at the little girl on the seashore who didn't seem to care about anything, and withdrew the several sword wills.
Hua Xi's body trembled slightly.
After a moment, she slowly stood up and turned to look at the coconut grove. Her gaze fell on Shen Aoyama's face.
Shen Aoyama didn't look at her, but still looked at Jing Jiu.
The silence by the seashore was suddenly broken by the footsteps.
Zhao Layue didn't pay attention to it. She just lowered her head and looked at her palm. The sword wills taken out from Hua Xi's head were like thin ice lying on her palm. They were so quiet and gentle, like the wings of a cicada in winter.
The footsteps were very steady, and the intervals were exactly the same.
A row of footprints appeared on the beach. They were obviously bare feet.
The grey checkered shirt was already in tatters, and the shoes couldn't be preserved.
Liu Shisui walked up to the wheelchair and bowed, saying, "This junior would like to ask for instruction, Grandmaster."
Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly. Wasn't Zhao Layue the first to attack?
"Go," Zhao Layue said in her mind.
The thin sword essences in her palms suddenly melted and turned into two sword lights.
The sword lights were slightly curved, like arcs of light.
The next moment, the two arcs of light appeared by the coconut grove, behind the wheelchair.
The arcs of light gradually became real. They were two thin membranes, and there seemed to be a filamentous structure between them.
They were a pair of transparent wings.
They were on Qing 'er's body.
It wasn't that the two arcs of sword lights had left on their own, but that Qing 'er had stuck the sword lights on her wings.
Then, she appeared noiselessly behind Shen Aoyama.
It was even more mysterious and traceless than the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth at the Zhongzhou School, and even faster than the Underworld Fairy Sword.
The transparent thin wings fell down noiselessly.
They slashed down along with the two sword lights.
In the meantime, the tip of a sword poked out from the sand under the wheelchair of Shen Aoyama.
It was as red as blood.
It was the First Child Sword that had been sharpened by Zhao Layue with her blood.
Countless sword lights lit up in the deep part of Zhao Layue's eyes.
The sword lights penetrated her black and white pupils, giving off an awe-inspiring aura.
A few sword lights came out from the hair on her temples and the cloth belt around her neckline.
Why was the shapeless sword body so ghastly?
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…
The stars dotted the night sky. The peaks of Aoyama were quiet and a bit boring.
Sitting on the black rock on the top of Qingrong Peak, Nan Wang looked at the starry sky in silence.
Compared to before, she had changed a bit, like the flowering tree by the black rock that had grown many new branches.
For instance, she didn't lie on the black rock, nor did she drink wine; more importantly, she didn't sing.
She pulled back her gaze and looked at the nearby Shenmo Peak, finding it even more deserted than her peak.
Those people had either ascended or gone to the ocean.
The scene that could be seen by the cliff's edge had disappeared a long time ago, and it was unlikely that it would appear again.
The starry sky suddenly grew dimmer, and a strong wind suddenly whipped up in the night sky; the energy of heaven and earth was slightly disturbed.
Nan Wang looked in the direction of Bihu Peak with a slightly grave expression on his face.
Why would the Sword Formation of Aoyama, which had been repaired by Ping Yong-Ka thirty years ago, have such a big reaction?
Countless dark clouds gathered in the surroundings, blocking the starry sky and pressing down on the peaks of Aoyama like a lid.
A dusty dragon emerged from the top of Tianguang Peak and arrived on the top of Qingrong Peak.
Ping Yong-Ka bowed to her and said, "There will be heavenly thunders later."
The heavenly thunders were not the heavenly punishment, but they were still a rare phenomenon in the sky, which usually meant something important.
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and asked confusedly, "Does the Immortal Sect Master know the reason?"
After a moment of silence, Ping Yong-Ka looked at Bihu Peak in the distance and said, "Let's wait and see."
The eye of the Sword Formation of Aoyama was located in the sky above Bihu Peak.
It didn't take long before innumerable thunderbolts struck down from the clouds, illuminating the peaks of Aoyama very clearly.
The disciples of the peaks had received the order that they were not allowed to wash their swords in the thunderstorm tonight, so they stayed in their respective manor caves.
Most of the thunderbolts landed on the top of Bihu Peak.
The lake water was turbulent, the waves rising continuously, and the mist rising occasionally.
The thunderstorm tonight was indeed formidable. The Thunder-Soul Wood in the palace hall had been tempered into two pieces in a short time.
"Have you found anything?" asked Nan Wang while looking at Ping Yong-Ka.
"Something happened outside," said Ping Yong-Ka with a pale face and a strange expression on his face.
Nan Wang understood what Jing Jiu meant, and the expression on his face changed.
Ping Yong-Ka could tell that because he had seen the emotionless look in that person's eyes many times tens of thousands of years ago.
It didn't take long before the heavenly thunders stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone down, as if nothing had happened.
But was it true that nothing had happened?
Ping Yong-Ka sat on the black rock with his head lowered while hugging his knees, as scared as a little kid.
Nan Wang said expressionlessly, "Since we can't change anything, all we have to do is be ourselves."
"What should I do then?" Ping Yong-Ka asked blankly.
Nan Wang said, "There will be new sword-washing disciples entering the mountain gate tomorrow. You are the Sect Master, so you have to make some arrangements."
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