Nan Wang sniffled and raised his head to look at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. The pity in his eyes had turned back to indifference. He said, "You don't have to sympathize with him. Maybe he thinks it's better this way and saves a lot of trouble."
For example, not needing to bathe, not needing to eat, not needing to satisfy his desires, and many other things. But … what's the difference between that and a dead person?
"That day, Zen Master also said that maybe he just doesn't want to cut off all the karma of Jingyang."
Nan Wang continued, "This body is the last connection between him and his previous life. His spirit instinctively wants to come back, so he naturally doesn't want to wake up there."
He doesn't want everything from his previous life to vanish, so he can't wake up in this life?
This theory sounded too mysterious, but Zen Master once discussed Dao with Immortal Jingyang for a hundred days and understood reincarnation best. His opinion should be the closest to the truth.
"But … he can't come back anymore," Liu Shisui said sadly as he looked at the stone bed.
The shell on the stone bed was full of deep and shallow wounds. It had been soaked in divine energy for many years and couldn't be healed at all.
"He hid this cave residence for so many years, which means he never really gave up, but he knew that one day he would have to make the final choice."
Nan Wang said, "That's why he left the black card and didn't want to give it to us directly. He still wanted to negotiate with the Xuan Tian Sect …"
Choice was the most difficult thing. Even if the right to choose was given to the most trusted person, it wouldn't be any easier. It's just that the heaviness would be passed on.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui felt very heavy at this moment. What should they do?
The sound of a silver bell suddenly rang in the quiet cave residence.
Ah Da kept staring at the cattail hassock, but it was not the bell on his neck that made the sound.
The sound came from Nan Wang. It was the crisp sound of silver bracelets and silver ornaments colliding with each other.
There was no wind in the cave residence, but her clothes were fluttering.
An indescribable wild aura spread out from her body, followed by countless flower-like flames.
That savage aura wasn't very profound, but it seemed to come from ancient times, giving off an indescribable feeling of holiness.
The heat waves emitted by the flames weren't very threatening, but they had the weight of magma.
She used the Southern Barbarian Divine Art.
Zhao Layue guessed what she was going to do. Her expression changed slightly, but she did not stop her.
Under Liu Shisui's incredulous gaze, the flower-like flames landed on the stone couch and the remains of Perfected Jingyang.
Chi chi chi chi.
After lying in the cave for more than a hundred years, the shedded body that hadn't changed in the slightest, was set ablaze just like that, and turned into ashes in an extremely short time.
There was not the slightest impurity in the ash, nor was there any strange color. It was pure white like snow, more like the extremely fine jade shavings that were ground by the sword array of Aoyama.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the mountain, blowing away the ashes on the stone couch, turning them into countless wisps of smoke and dissipating in the air.
Looking at the scene in front of them, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were filled with a sense of loss, as if they were bidding farewell to the most important person in their lives that they had never met before.
Nan Wang said with slight mockery, "If he's dead, then he's dead. He should be turned into ashes. Why do you have to be so reluctant to part with him?"
After saying this, she clasped her hands behind her back and walked out of the cave residence.
Ada sniffed the cattail hassock, waved his tail, and turned around to follow her.
The silver bell was ringing in front of them, and it was also ringing behind them. The ringing reverberated in the quiet and long passage, mixing with the sound of the sunless river, like summoning souls.
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…
There had always been a legend in Aoyama that there were ghosts in the Sword Peak.
Because the peak was shrouded in clouds all year round, because of the sharp sword wills, and because of the sword embryos that would fly out of the rocks from time to time, it was easy to understand the formation of this legend.
In fact, the current owner of this Sword Peak was indeed a ghost.
In the swordplay code of the Aoyama Sect, the Sword Ghost and the Sword Spirit had the same meaning.
When the last connection of the Immortal Jingyang in this world vanished, the clouds and fog on the Sword Peak dispersed for a moment, ushering in the bright sunlight.
The sunlight illuminated the collapsed rocks and the cliff wall.
It was unknown where Ping Yong-Ka, who was sitting in the cliff cave, had gone.
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…
The sunlight was indeed a bit strong. Ping Yong-Ka couldn't help but squint his eyes. After a long hesitation, he pushed open the wooden door in front of him and saw the small bridge in front of him.
As a real shapeless sword body, it didn't take him too long to come to Dayuan City from Aoyama. Even if he could only run on the ground like before, his speed would only be a bit slower than Jing Jiu's.
As for the disciples of Aoyama in the valley, they didn't sense his arrival at all.
He walked onto the small bridge slowly and headed to the other side of the stream. His footsteps were very light, even lighter than the wind, making no sound.
On the other side of the round window in the meditation room, Jian Xilai was comprehending the sword work while facing the lake water while holding the corpse of the Dark Phoenix in his arms. He suddenly turned around and looked in his direction.
Ping Yong-Ka could conceal himself from everybody else, but he couldn't conceal himself from Jian Xilai.
Jian Xilai fixed his gaze on Ping Yong-Ka's pale face, arching his eyebrows slightly, as if he had seen the strangest thing in the world.
Hearing the voice of Jian Xilai, Yuan Qu rushed into the meditation room as quickly as he could, followed by the gray and crooked strange sword, aiming at the back of Ping Yong-Ka while making a buzzing sound.
It was unclear when Zhuo Rusui showed up under the corridor. The Swallowing Boat Sword rested on his knees in Silence, and the wills of the Inherited Heaven Sword had formed a secret formation, blocking the entrance of the meditation room.
Though they were of the same sect, they were very cautious about the arrival of Ping Yong-Ka, even more so than Jian Xilai.
"You people have indeed been suspicious of me." Standing under the bridge, Ping Yong-Ka went on with an indignant expression, "But have you people considered that you suspect my Master before you suspect me?"
If they hadn't suspected that Ping Yong-Ka would seize the opportunity to seize Jing Jiu's current body, Zhao Layue wouldn't have been willing to return to Aoyama. How come the Three-Thousand Nunnery had suddenly become a side courtyard of the Aoyama Sect?
Yuan Qu didn't say anything, feeling a bit embarrassed.
This was indeed an embarrassing matter.
Zhuo Rusui sighed, saying, "Even if we believe you, it's useless. Those two senior masters are not here. If they come back to punish me, how can I resist them?"
Ping Yong-Ka had used a great deal of courage to leave Aoyama and come here. He was not willing to leave just like that. "Master, they suspect you are a bad person!" he yelled toward the meditation room.
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were anxious, thinking that even if everyone thought so, how could he say it out loud?
Ping Yong-Ka ignored them and continued to yell, "They always think that you were forced to be reborn as a sword after you failed in your ascension, and you seized my body … So now they are worried that I will experience the tribulation again, so they want to take this body back."
Zhuo Rusui didn't care about anything else. He stood up and scolded, "What are you yelling for? There are outsiders here! They are all listening! "
Ping Yongjia still didn't pay any attention to him, as he continued yelling, "I've indeed forgotten the past. When I first learned of my origin, I even had this suspicion; but … but … I don't think it was like that at the time."
Zhuo Rusui thought, "What's the use of your opinion?" If the Immortal Sect Leader hadn't beaten you out of the All in One Sword, how could you have been reborn as a sword?
"Anyway, it's definitely not like that!" The more Ping Yong-Ka thought about it, the more wronged he felt. He sounded like he was about to cry.
…
…
"Of course it's not like that."
A calm voice came out from the meditation room.
It was deathly quiet at the Three-Thousand Nunnery. Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu were stunned speechless. Ping Yong-Ka opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. It was not because the statement had a profound meaning, though it was indeed profound, but because it was Jing Jiu who had said it.
Jing Jiu walked out from the meditation room. His black hair was like a waterfall draping over his back. He was so beautiful that he looked like a person in a dream.
It was a big dream no matter where one was alive.
It was impossible to wake up a person who pretended to be asleep, and it was impossible to wake up a person who didn't know he was in a dream. Now that he had woken up, the dream had been broken.
The whole world had woken up as well.
The flowers in the lotus pond and the three disciples who had been turned into ice sculptures all woke up.
Zhuo Rusui stepped aside hastily to let Jing Jiu pass.
Yuan Qu handed over a piece of cloth as quickly as he could.
Gu Qing remembered the scene in the Green Sky Mirror clearly, and he told Jing Jiu what to do.
Jing Jiu took the cloth and tied up his black hair. "What are you thinking about?" he demanded while looking at Ping Yong-Ka.
Ping Yong-Ka came back to his senses from the pleasant surprise. Hearing what his Master said, he felt even more aggrieved. He pointed at Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu, unable to say a word for a while, thinking that it was his big brothers who were thinking about Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't heed him. He turned around and came to the lakeside, reaching out his right hand to Jian Xilai.
Jian Xilai handed the Dark Phoenix to him.
The corpse of the Dark Phoenix was still warm after being held by him for many days.
Jing Jiu raised his hand and tossed the corpse of the Dark Phoenix into the sky.
The Dark Phoenix suddenly turned into countless light particles, forming a large bird vaguely. The tail feathers were much shorter, but the wings were longer, looking like the phoenix in the painting.
The friction between the light particles and the air created countless flames, disappearing into the high sky, as if the phoenix had gone to a different world.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man by his side, saying, "Not bad."
"Not bad," said Jian Xilai.
"Come?" asked Jing Jiu.
"Wait for me for three days," said Jian Xilai.
Zhuo Rusui, Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka had also arrived by the lakeside. Hearing the conversation, they wondered if Jian Xilai was going to bathe, burn incense and change clothes.
"I don't have much confidence. Give me three days to prepare for my death."
Jian Xilai went on with a faint smile, "However, the feeling of not having confidence is a very interesting thing for me. So I think I should be able to kill you."
An appreciative expression showed in Jing Jiu's eyes, as he remarked, "You're quite interesting now."
Zhuo Rusui wondered if the two of them, the most boring people in the world, had any idea what 'meaning' meant. … …
Jian Xilai left the Three-Thousand Nunnery, leaving a few gusts of gentle wind drifting over the surface of the lake.
Jing Jiu reached his hand into the wind and found he couldn't feel anything, thinking it was really boring.
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