"It does hurt a little."
"You asked me to read those books when I was little. I remembered there was a story called Sword Casting. The guy in the story had his head fall into the pot and bit his enemy to death. I told him it was nonsense. How could he survive with only a head? You told me I only needed to keep my head. Hey! Have you been lying to me since then? "
"Yes."
"So it's like that … Now you have only a head like me. Hahahaha."
"I'm sorry."
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Hearing his father's apology, Shen Yunmai fell silent for a while and said in a low voice, "… It's okay. You'll get used to it after some time. Like me, I haven't come here for so many years."
Shen Aoyama said with a smile, "I'm running out of time."
Shen Yunmai said expressionlessly, "Why do I have a good relationship with Jing Jiu? It's for this moment. I've known you can't defeat him. Even I can't defeat him. How can you defeat him?"
Shen Aoyama said, "I'm old, so it's time for me to die."
Shen Yunmai sneered, "Do you want me to bite you to death? That's disgusting. "
Zhuo Rusui came to the edge of the pool and knelt down on the sand.
He had read that story, so he knew Shen Yunmai was talking about the plot in the story.
"The author also said that if you want to become an immortal after becoming a human being, you should ascend to heaven even if you were born on the ground … No matter whether he was mocking us or not, thinking about it is really important."
Shen Aoyama looked at Zhuo Rusui and said, "Your problem is that you think too much, but it's always not important."
Zhuo Rusui thought of his hundreds of years of cultivation, and his back broke out in a cold sweat.
The rest of the people came over one after another.
En Sheng knelt down on the ground.
"How long do you want to tell me your last words?" Shen Yunmai said impatiently, "Old man, tell me the truth before you die. When you attacked me that time, did you want to exile me, or did you want to leave some hope for the human beings?"
Shen Aoyama said, "I did a deduction. I wanted to kill you directly, but I thought it was a pity. After all, you were the best combination of the two civilizations, so I chose to exile you. Of course, I wanted to leave some hope for the human beings."
Shen Yunmai exclaimed in shock, "Deduction? You're going to kill your own son just because of fortune-telling? "
Shen Aoyama said, "It's my fault for giving you a bad name back then."
Buried Clouds Aoyama
The meaning of this name was indeed somewhat inauspicious.
From the looks of it now, this statement had really come true.
"How good can your own name be? Shen Aoyama … "
Shen Yunmai said with a sneer, "The Aoyama Sect that you've created is destined to sink in your own hands."
"Yeah, my name isn't good either."
Shen Aoyama said, "But Aoyama is a sword, not a boat. It can be broken, so how can it sink?"
The water in the pool rippled, slowly turning his head. His eyes swept over Ensheng, Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui, Peng Lang, Tong Yan, and the others, and finally landed on the child in the wheelchair.
In many ways, these people were his disciples.
Aoyama was named after him.
It was still there.
"Is this also a kind of immortality?"
He closed his eyes.
A jet of golden light appeared in the pool.
When the most powerful Divine Awareness dissipated, it naturally triggered a strange phenomenon.
Strangely enough, the world was quiet.
The small island was quiet again.
Shen Yunmai looked at the place where the golden light disappeared, remaining silent and expressionless.
At this moment, he didn't know what he should say or what kind of expression he should show.
Tong Yan reached his hand into the pond and lifted his head up from the water.
Shen Yunmai woke up with a start and began to curse unconsciously. What he cursed was, "My father has just died, so why don't you let me grieve for a while? How dare you lift me with only one hand? Are you trying to imitate Jing Jiu's handbag? "
It was not until Tong Yan put him back into the control room of the robot that he understood what she meant.
The robot knelt down with an unpleasant sound of friction.
Everybody knelt down, including Zhao Layue, Tong Yan and Peng Lang.
Those fairy men on Mars must have sensed the departure of the Grandmasters and knelt down by the cliff's edge or in the cloud boat.
There was no need to mention those great achievements. Just based on his identity as the first human to ascend, Shen Qingshan was qualified to accept these.
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The child sat in the wheelchair, his hands resting on the armrests reluctantly, but he didn't kneel down.
The little girl Hua Xi sat on a small stool, but she didn't kneel down.
Looking at the bewildered fish in the pool, she asked with a bewildered expression, "What will you do next?"
"I don't know," the child said. "I haven't decided yet."
Zhao Layue got up and came to the side of the wheelchair, taking out the Green Sky Mirror.
The others looked at her.
The light and shadow of the child were very faint, almost transparent.
"Don't," said the child.
Zhao Layue said, "Don't believe what Shen Aoyama said. Qing 'er won't harm you … Be good."
She said the last word awkwardly, because she had never coaxed him before.
In the eyes of others, she was indifferent, arrogant and boring, but she was always the one being coaxed in front of Jing Jiu.
Liu Shisui was also worried, asking, "Can I use these magic treasures of mine?"
"Don't worry. I … won't die."
The child drifted up from the wheelchair and arrived at the seashore at an unimaginable speed.
Unlike the teleportation of the Underworld Fairy Sword and the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth, it was more like a natural change of position in the space.
Seeing this scene, the group was startled.
The child felt surprised as well, saying in a childish voice, "The body follows the will. That's why."
Having said that, he jumped onto another wheelchair, turned around and lay down on it.
The sword light had gradually faded away, exposing Jing Jiu, who was covered in blood.
Zhao Layue grabbed the blanket and covered Jing Jiu's body to prevent the bloody scenes from being exposed.
Jing Jiu leaned against the back of the chair, saying nothing.
"How long can this body last?" asked Zhao Layue.
"Nine days," answered Jing Jiu.
The group, who were still shocked by the passing of the Great Master, came back to their senses upon hearing this.
Liu Shisui and Peng Lang came to the lakeside of the coconut grove, looking at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair worriedly, not knowing what to do.
Jingyang's spiritual soul and the All in One Sword combined to become Jing Jiu; they couldn't be separated from each other. In order to separate his spiritual soul from this body, he had destroyed himself thoroughly. No matter how powerful the All in One Sword was, it would disintegrate soon.
Was he really going to end up in a miserable state where his soul had no place to rest after nine days?
"What are you doing?" Liu Shisui suddenly asked in surprise.
Tong Yan was collecting those things scattered on the beach.
Those things looked clear and transparent, some of them sparkling and eye-catching, and some of them were beautiful. But thinking that they were the internal organs that Jing Jiu had cut open, she couldn't help but feel disgusted. Why did he collect them?
"If you want to try to repair the All in One Sword, you'll definitely need these things," said Tong Yan.
Jing Jiu said, "Even if it could be repaired, I wouldn't want it."
Tong Yan said, "Humans need it. Maybe three hundred years later, we'll need it to ignite the stars."
Zhuo Rusui said, "The Great Master said that nobody could repair the All in One Sword."
Tong Yan said, "Those are also precious materials; we can't waste them."
Zhuo Rusui thought for a while and said, "That makes sense."
Tong Yan put all those things into the stomach of the Old Dragon and handed them to Liu Shisui.
Seeing this scene, Zhuo Rusui wanted to comment reflexively that it was similar to the Fried Chicken with Pork Belly; but he remembered that the Grandmaster had just passed away and Jing Jiu was on the verge of death, so he refrained from saying so.
Tong Yan looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "What are you going to do with the Snow Girl?"
Shen Aoyama was dead, and the Sword Formation of the Solar System was collapsing. It wouldn't be long before the fleet of the Federation of the Milky Way would arrive. By then, Jing Jiu would be the ruler of this world.
Even though he would leave this world soon, it was still his responsibility to arrange this world.
"Do you want him to say his last words?" Zhao Layue asked while looking at Tong Yan.
"No," Tong Yan said, "I mean, should we kill the Snow Girl?"
Peng Lang looked at her and said seriously, "I'm here."
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(Dear friends, dear friends, tomorrow morning, August 12, 10: 00)
An animated cartoon of the same name, based on the ear-shaped A Thought Forever, was broadcasted. The first three episodes were broadcasted consecutively. It was broadcasted exclusively by Tencent Video every Wednesday. Please enjoy it. This is a link to the promotional video. I don't know if it can be displayed. Let's give it a try.
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