Had he won?
How could he have won?
Zhuo Rusui had almost shouted this out; but he swallowed the words back when he saw the expressions on the faces of Zhao Layue and the others and the complicated expression on Shen Yunmai's head. Yet, he was still baffled.
The child had been hobbling toward the wheelchair, and the wheelchair had been moving backward. Then, the child jumped onto the wheelchair. This sword fight, which should have been spectacular and was indeed spectacular … had ended in such a manner?
"You didn't use Nan Qü's Sword Ghost, but your spiritual soul left your body. How could you be so powerful?"
Shen Aoyama asked while looking at the child on his knee, "Is it possible to walk this path?"
"We've walked the same path."
The child continued while looking at him, "But I've walked a bit further than you."
The other shore was not the end of the path; it was merely a small river.
There were many high mountains on the other side of the river, and everybody was climbing the mountains.
There might be many paths to climb the mountains, but the peak tops were all the same.
Regardless of whether it was an active or passive choice, it seemed that the path of Cultivation had gradually drifted away from reality.
Shen Aoyama's body was old, and he couldn't find a perfect method to transfer his soul. As such, he chose to place his awareness in the All in One Sword Formation, but he still kept a part of his body. He didn't dare leave it completely.
It was probably because he was afraid of the unknown existence, or it was because he still had time.
"Why can you do it?" asked Shen Aoyama.
The child said, "After you left, many outstanding figures emerged in Chaotian, like Nan Qü, Big Brother Taiping, and the former King Of The Underworld. Their Cultivation paths all fell on me. As such, I'm more stable and determined than you are."
The path they mentioned in this conversation was the path that didn't require their bodies.
In short, it was the same sentence.
"Take off your clothes and go …"
Shen Aoyama said after some thought, "I remember that someone said the same thing here hundreds of thousands of years ago."
Sitting on a small stool, Hua Xi said, "It's not here; it's another mountain."
"Oh, it's another mountain."
Shen Aoyama told the child, "You might not know this, but this island used to be a mountain many thousands of years ago, and we are now at the top of the mountain. The human civilization has been reincarnated, and the surface of the homeworld has been destroyed countless times …"
The child didn't say anything, nor did he urge him, even though his body was about to disappear.
"If you can survive, there are some things you should take a look at, and then … try your best to let the human race survive."
Shen Aoyama looked at the child and said, "If you think you're human."
"What about you?" Hua Xi suddenly raised her head, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You don't care? Didn't you say that you could solve all problems? "
Shen Aoyama said, "A few years ago, I found an ancient poem in some ruins."
Everyone thought to themselves, "What kind of situation is this? You still have the mood to recite poetry?"
Naturally, Shen Aoyama ignored them.
He looked at the soul in the deepest part of Hua Xi's eyes and chanted softly.
"I'll return the stone to the stone and let the winner win. Tonight, the highland barley belongs to him alone.
Everything is growing.
Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi
Empty.
Big sister, I don't care about the human race tonight; I only think of you. "
…
…
Big sister?
Was this what Shen Aoyama called that young woman after he ascended from Chaotian and came to this world? Judging from her age, it was not wrong to call her that; but … it was unknown how many stories had happened back then.
It was deathly quiet on the small island.
The sword wills were still drifting in heaven and earth.
Hua Xi's eyelashes quivered a few times, and then she let go of her hand helplessly.
She held the stone she picked up by the seashore in her hand.
That stone came from the moon, damaged and slightly burnt, with a very sharp edge.
She had hidden this stone in her small hand for a long time.
"I'm sorry."
She said to Shen Aoyama, "When they used me to threaten you, I didn't want to kill myself."
Shen Aoyama said, "If I had an endless life like you, I wouldn't have done it."
Hua Xi said in a self-mocking tone, "Do you think I can still live?"
Shen Aoyama said, "Based on my understanding of the disciples of Aoyama, they usually keep their promises when you are not a threat to them. So you should be able to live, and I hope you can live for many years. "
"Yes," Zhao Layue said in the distance, "You will live."
Liu Shisui added, "This is our promise."
Shen Aoyama looked at the child on his lap and said, "Look, you said that the Aoyama Sect has nothing to do with me. You're wrong."
The child said, "Perhaps. She will live, but you will die. "
Shen Aoyama laughed, saying, "Back when I used the sword to comprehend the Dao, I founded a sect hundreds of years later. As I learned more about the Dao, I had a deeper question in my mind. So I left the mountain and traveled around the land, looking for those new sects and asking people I met."
"What question?" asked Jing Jiu.
Shen Aoyama said, "I asked those people if they wanted to die."
Hearing this, the crowd naturally thought of the famous catchphrase of the Aoyama Sect, and their expressions changed slightly.
Shen Aoyama continued, "I really wanted to know the answer to this question, but most of the cultivators felt that I was humiliating them, and they couldn't help but fight. So they died. I was thinking, do they really want to die?"
The crowd's expressions became even more interesting.
Only today did they know that the famous catchphrase of the Aoyama Sect came from this.
The infamy of the Aoyama Sect probably came from those bloody battles.
"Who would want to die? Since they don't want to die, why don't they strive to live? "
Shen Aoyama looked at the child and said, "Only many years later did I realize that this has nothing to do with talent, and it has nothing to do with rules. It's just that even if you don't stop living, you will grow old, and when you grow old, you will naturally want to die."
Zhuo Rusui's gaze fell on his lap. Thinking of the scenes he had seen in the past year, he felt a little sad.
"That body of mine doesn't feel anything. It's even scarier than growing old."
The child said to Shen Aoyama, "But I still don't want to die."
"Although I don't know what your reason for living is, you are indeed more determined than I am."
Shen Aoyama said, "But now I'm not afraid of death, so come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young woodcutter's chopping knife finally fell.
Without a sound, the blade cut through nothingness.
The child jumped into the arms of Shen Aoyama and disappeared.
The young woodcutter put the chopping knife back into his belt, glanced at Shen Aoyama reluctantly, and then turned around and walked into the sword will.
The sword will that filled the sky suddenly dispersed.
Everything was calm.
… …
… …
Zhuo Rusui understood.
Everyone understood now.
Why Shen Aoyama didn't dare to let the child near him.
The child was in his body at the moment.
This was possession.
Jing Jiu didn't want this old body to be the third residence of his spiritual soul.
He only wanted to destroy this body, and then destroy the source of the spiritual soul, and kill him completely.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
The child's childish voice floated between heaven and earth.
Shen Aoyama said, "We'll talk about other things later. What I want to know now is, can you still put your clothes on after you take them off? "
The child said, "I plan to wear them for a few more days, and then I won't wear them anymore."
Shen Aoyama said nothing more.
How did Jing Jiu plan to kill him?
The Lone Sword flew through the air to the wheelchair.
Shen Aoyama grabbed the hilt of the sword, placed it across his neck, and made a light cut.
There was a soft clap.
His head fell into the pond.
The headless body gradually dissolved in the wheelchair, turned into sand and was blown away by the wind.
The child appeared in the wheelchair.
Compared to his body, the wheelchair was very big, very empty, and very cold.
… …
… …
It was quiet on the small island, but there was the sound of water.
It was Shen Aoyama's head bobbing up and down in the pond.
The fish, which were rarely caught by him, fled to the four corners in fear, wondering if they would pounce on him later.
Heavy footsteps could be heard on the beach. The shabby robot finally moved and ran to the edge of the pond.
The robot leaned forward clumsily, as if it wanted to see the scene inside clearly.
There was no cover in the control room, so Shen Yunmai's head fell into the water with a plop.
The heads of the father and the son were floating on the water, not far from each other, and their eyes were staring at each other.
Shen Yunmai wanted to complain that he didn't tell his last words to himself, but to the little girl. He opened his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. Then he looked up at the sky hastily to avoid the discomfort of having his nose filled with water.
"Hey! Are you in pain? "he asked while looking at the sky.
… …
… …
(Note: This is an excerpt from Hai Zi's poem, I'm in Delingha tonight. I know this poem has been used too much, but it's really suitable for them to use. I decided to use it after hesitating for half a year. I don't care about it now.)
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