There were no amulets in the world of the Green Sky Mirror. If Yun Qi hadn't come here, the amulet wouldn't have appeared even after tens of thousands of years.
He had forgotten all the past events, including what he had learned in Yimaozhai. However, he had created the amulet himself in the process of reading and Cultivation.
The so-called path could lead to the same destination by different means, or it could lead to all the phenomena in the mirror. It was truly marvelous.
In the real world, Yun Qi was the founder of a sect. Even if he couldn't ascend and become a fairy man, he would at least become a saint.
Of course, he might have been influenced by his Dao Heart from his previous life, so he could create the amulet here; but it was still an astounding achievement.
Looking at the scholar lying in the pool of blood, the Qin Emperor suddenly felt that it would be meaningless even if he became the ruler of the world.
This idea was rather inappropriate for a Cultivation practitioner. He came back to his senses soon after, and said in a low voice, "So what? This emperor is still alive! "
Yun Qi raised the broken sword and pointed it at him, saying, "You should have died."
"If a person would die when he was supposed to die, the world would be much simpler. Unfortunately, the world has never been like this."
The Qin Emperor continued nonchalantly, "You have indeed almost killed me, just like what Zhuo Rusui did back then. You people have a high talent and powerful methods, but you are too stupid to understand that the anger of an ordinary man is meaningless to the world."
Yun Qi said, "Maybe you are right, Your Majesty; but it's too boring to live such a smart and wretched life."
The Qin Emperor stared into his eyes and said, "Interesting? Because you attempted to assassinate this emperor, your disciples and your followers will all be killed by this emperor. Isn't it more interesting? "
Yun Qi stared into his eyes in Silence for a long time, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Seeing this, the Qin Emperor showed a cruel and delighted smile in his eyes.
Yun Qi said while coughing up blood, "I don't understand why you have done this. You can't kill all the people in the world. Even though you can dominate the world with your cruel rule, it won't last long. Shouldn't an emperor strive for a thousand generations? You are fully aware that the tyrannical Qin Dynasty will be destroyed in a second life if you continue like this; why don't you turn back? "
"So you really think that I don't dare to kill you, just like those useless scholars and women in the world."
The Qin Emperor looked at him and said in a mocking tone, "I've forgotten something, but you've forgotten it even more thoroughly. That's why you have chosen this path of death."
Yun Qi remembered the conversation he had with the Grand Secretary Zhang of the Chu Kingdom many years ago and the conversation he had with Eunuch He. He said calmly, "You always say that I have forgotten many things. I am not sure what they are, but I don't care. Even if it is true, I can reach the other side without any burden. It may seem ignorant, but it is also easier."
The Qin Emperor said, "Ignorance is ignorance. If you knew that what this emperor sought was not the inheritance of all ages, but the Fairy Book, you would understand everything."
Yun Qi said, "The Fairy Book, it seems a bit familiar."
Seeing his reaction, the Qin Emperor got angry for some reason, yelling, "That is the most precious treasure of the fairy world that we Cultivation practitioners dream of, and it is a slim chance of achieving longevity!"
"I see."
Yun Qi lowered his head and looked at the blood on his body. He threw away the broken sword and wiped his face with his sleeve, saying, "Thanks to your reminder, I have indeed remembered something."
The Qin Emperor's eyes brightened slightly, and he asked with an inexplicable expectation, "What have you remembered?"
"I thought you would die today because I thought the Chu Emperor would appear in Xianyang. I vaguely felt that this would change many things."
Yun Qi continued, "Now that I have remembered that he has a name, Jing Jiu. He is a formidable figure."
After a moment of silence, the Qin Emperor said, "Since you have remembered those things, it means you are going to die."
"Yes, I have remembered some things."
Yun Qi paused and continued, "I have remembered some more … hmm, more."
The Qin Emperor looked at him with a seeming smile.
"… I have remembered many things. No, I have remembered everything."
Looking at the top of the hall, Xi Yiyun said, "I am indeed not a person of this world."
It was a simple statement, but it contained countless emotions; it was as calm as the water.
The Qin Emperor looked at him and said scornfully, "Do you feel it is very empty? You are a disciple of Yimaozhai, but you have lost yourself in the mortal world. It is really ridiculous. "
Xi Yiyun shook his head and said, "I am me in that world, and I am still me in this world."
Then he said seriously, "I am the same person wherever I am. It doesn't matter whether I remember it or not. How can I be lost?"
The Qin Emperor fell silent again. "But you will die in the end," he said wearily. "I will win this Dao Competition, and the Fairy Book will belong to me."
Xi Yiyun pulled back his gaze and asked the Qin Emperor, "Is this the only meaning of this Dao Competition for you?"
For some reason, the Qin Emperor got angry again. "Meaning? After you die, I will kill all of your disciples and followers, burn all of your books, and forbid anyone from spreading your theories; no one will even be allowed to mention your name. I will erase all traces of you in this world. By then, what will be the meaning of this world? What will be the meaning of this world to you? "
Xi Yiyun said calmly, "The principles are something beyond cognition. Learning is not an invention, but a discovery. Even if I die and my books are burned, the principles will still be found by others. As for the meaning of this world to me, it will remain in my cognition, and my meaning to this world will remain in my cognition. This is enough. "
The expression in the Qin Emperor's eyes grew even colder, as he said, "You are a man of righteousness and righteousness. Don't you feel ashamed that your disciples will be killed by this emperor?"
"The deer are crying in the wild; their cries are not sorrowful, but angry. It's because they are not responsible for the situation they are facing."
Xi Yiyun said seriously while staring at his eyes, "In my opinion, you don't have to do this."
On the beam on the roof of the grand hall, the Blue Bird stood there in Silence, looking at the scene below.
The Cultivation practitioners in the real world were also looking at the scene.
The arrows were piled up like a small hill.
Xi Yiyun sat in a pool of blood.
The Qin Emperor stood in front of him, and suddenly laughed out loud.
The laughter echoed in the gloomy and bloody palace hall; it was very cruel.
This cruelty was to this world, and also to himself.
"If it were before, you might be able to threaten me; but I've forgotten some things that I want to forget, so you can't do it."
Having said this, the Qin Emperor turned around and walked toward the outside of the grand hall.
There was an extremely soft explosion.
The amulet scripts in the scroll had exerted their final effect; the flames were generated again.
Hundreds of swordsmen of the Qin army swarmed into the grand hall, hacking at Xi Yiyun with their broadswords.
This was the last scene the Blue Bird saw before he flew out of the royal palace.
A bloody massacre was taking place in the Xianyang Academy.
The Blue Bird landed on the eave of the watchtower, looking in that direction in Silence.
Countless soldiers of the Qin army encircled the Academy so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
The hundreds of scholars wearing swords kicked over the desks in front of them, blocking the thin and useless door of the grand hall, in an attempt to block the attacks and then counterattack.
The arrows fell down from the sky, and the blood stained the windows of the grand hall. There were no screams of pain, no screams, and no cries.
The Qin army broke through the palace gate and charged in.
The scholars pushed open the door of the grand hall and approached them.
Regardless of how long the sword was, it could be drawn out and killed as long as one wanted to.
The intense battle went on for a long time.
The scholars killed enemies several times their number, until their swords were broken.
They fell to the arrows, to the spears, to the swords, and in the pools of blood, and died.
The smell of blood and corpses was everywhere in the Xianyang Academy. Many flies flew over, making buzzing noises, and it was very annoying.
The Qin army dug a large pit in the Academy and threw the corpses of the scholars into it. Then, they moved the books of the Academy and piled them on top of the pit, doused them with tung oil, and set them on fire.
The fire was very big, giving off a lot of black smoke. It burned for a long time, and it was not extinguished until evening.
The sky was blood red, but it was not clear whether it was the twilight or the fire.
Nine hundred miles southeast of Xianyang City.
It was autumn now, and the mountains were covered with red leaves. Under the light of the setting sun, when the wind blew, it looked like there were countless flames leaping.
It was a beautiful scene, like the burning clouds in the sky.
Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, his hair disheveled, his beard reaching his chest, and his clothes in tatters. He looked like a wild man.
He looked at the distant Xianyang City, and did not speak.
In the glow of the setting sun, a temple could be vaguely seen.
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