The short and skinny old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the lame youth who was still climbing up the mountain. He didn't seem to care about being touched and pitied by the young man.
For a great devil of his realm and age, who knew how shrewd he was? How could he be easily disturbed by external things?
He could not kill the young man beside him because the young man's soul was connected to something, and that thing could prevent him from being discovered by the Aoyama Sword Formation.
Of course, these were all said by young people, so it was highly possible that they were lying.
However, he was unable to determine whether it was true or false. He did not dare to gamble because he was gambling with his life and death.
The young man turned to look at the youth in the distant mountains and suddenly asked a question.
"Is death really that scary? Look, he could fall off the cliff at any time and break his bones, but he's still climbing up. "
"That's because he's too young and hasn't seriously and calmly considered the issue of life and death."
The old man said, "If he could really become the Sect Master of the Mysterious Dark Sect and unify the Devil Path in a few hundred years, do you think he would still have the courage he has now?"
The young man said, "Cao Yuan faced the test of life and death every day in the wind and snow, but he didn't have any intention of avoiding it."
"That's a Buddha, not a human. A Buddha is always ready to die, but a human is greedy for eternal life. That's why he isn't afraid, but I am."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Apart from the three of us, those old guys hiding in Aoyama and Cloud Dream Mountain are also afraid of death, so it's not shameful."
The young man said, "The longer one lives, the more one fears death. I've heard this saying many times, but it still makes sense."
The old man said, "It should be said that the more you can live, the more you are afraid of death. Therefore, if Zhenren Jingyang is still alive, then he is the most afraid of death in the world."
The young man fell silent. His gaze fell on a distant place, on the thin layer of clouds that connected heaven and earth. His expression was somewhat lonely.
The old man looked at his profile and said with a frown, "What I don't understand is that you are also very good at living, but why do you seem to not fear the end?"
"Because … living at the bottom of a well is very boring. Even if I can live for tens of thousands of years like the Round Turtle, what's the point?"
The young man said, "Little White was very interesting in the past. Now it's acting like a king on Bihu Peak. I don't want to be like it."
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In the late spring, the rain in Zhaoge City had gradually lessened.
Whether it was the black eaves of Taichang Temple or the roofed corridors of the Zhao mansion, reflecting the gradually blazing sunlight, they were all warm enough to make people want to sleep.
Zhao Layue's face was pale, but her eyes were clear and focused.
Jing Jiu had made it very clear that this would be the last time he would discuss this issue.
"Coexistence or rearing sheep are the thoughts of cultivators. Mortals can't cultivate, but their wisdom is no less than ours. Of course, they have their own thoughts. For example, the officials of the Precious-Tree House or the Imperial court will actively participate in this world in order to obtain money or power and enjoy a better life in their short lives. "
Jing Jiu said, "Shi Fengchen couldn't go far on the path of Cultivation because of his innate talent and some other reasons. Maybe it was because of something he had experienced in his childhood that he was hostile to Cultivation practitioners. He was full of suspicion and hatred, which could represent the attitude of some other mortals."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue asked, "Are there many people with such an attitude?"
Jing Jiu said, "For tens of thousands of years, the Cultivation practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppressing the mortals. The Imperial Court of the Jing family should be considered the best era, but they still couldn't solve this problem. Of course, the mortals can't resist. As long as they can survive, they don't dare show any disrespect to the Cultivation practitioners on the surface, and they don't dare show their hostility. However, the anger doesn't exist; it is hidden in the deepest part of their souls. Once the Cultivation practitioners lose their power, the anger will erupt and become an unimaginable torrent, destroying everything they are used to."
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On the ocean outside Haizhou City, the hurricane had just passed.
A huge shadow swept over the surface of the ocean, bringing up a gust of wind and waves. The fishermen didn't need to raise their heads to know that it was a flying whale.
A boat couldn't withstand the enormous force of heaven and earth, capsizing tragically. Though some fishing boats came to rescue them from afar, two sea girls were killed.
The corpses of the sea girls were wrapped in cloth and slowly sank to the surface of the ocean. The singing of the mermaids could be vaguely heard amidst the distant waves.
Everybody knew that the corpses of the two sea girls couldn't sink to the bottom of the ocean, because they would be torn apart and eaten by the vicious creatures in the ocean. But the fishermen were numb to it, because this kind of thing would happen every once in a while, and they were used to it.
Everybody knew that fishing for the Source Beads was the most profitable business, but few fishermen were willing to do it, because it was too dangerous.
Yet, the number of Source Beads collected by the Western Sea Sword School on behalf of the Imperial Court was so high that someone had to do it.
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There was a gambling house hidden in a manor outside Zhaoge City.
In the early morning, a middle-aged man walked out of the gambling house, sweating profusely. His body reeked of sweat, and it was unclear how many days and nights he had stayed in the gambling house.
Judging from his expression and bloodshot eyes, he must have lost all his money.
He walked to a tree, untied his belt, and started urinating.
A flash of sword light suddenly flashed in the dim morning light, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
The middle-aged man happened to see the scene, trembling in fear.
His expression was a bit bewildered. He had been lucky enough to see the sword light in the sky when he was a child. At the time, he was still a child, and he felt a great deal of admiration and admiration, making up his mind that he would work hard to become a legendary immortal master.
But he had changed his mind a long time ago.
He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and cursed at the sky, "You will die if you fall to the ground! You will die if you fall to the ground! "
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The clouds and fog of Aoyama poured into the small town, and the peach blossoms were blooming everywhere, creating a picturesque scene.
A haggard young man knelt on the street, kowtowing to the faintly discernible peaks in the clouds and fog.
Behind him was a dilapidated handcart, on which an old man lay.
It was the middle of spring, and it was warmer in the south, but the old man was covered with two thick quilts. His face was still pale, and he was trembling incessantly, showing that he was afraid of the cold.
What was more alarming was that the old man's breathing was extremely weak, as if he was on the verge of dying.
A resident said sympathetically, "The immortal masters live in the deep mountains, so they can't see you. What's the use even if you hurt your head by kowtowing? Hurry up and go to the Guocheng Temple. "
"Moqiu is too far away, my father really can't hold on, so …"
The young man said with a trembling voice, "I heard that the immortal masters of Aoyama Sect are the most benevolent, and they often patrol around. What if they come today?"
The person sighed, "The immortal pills are so precious, how can they give them to you so easily? Moreover, the world is peaceful now, and it's not like the time when the Immortal of Jingyang ascended a few years ago. Immortal masters can be seen patrolling the town every few days, but I haven't seen a sword light for half a year. You should give up on this idea. "
The young man looked at the peaks in the clouds and a bitter smile appeared on his face. With the help of the resident, he stood up with difficulty and dragged the handcart out of the town.
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