Zhuang Huanyu had seen the Cloud Piercing Arrow and recognized it, so he had rushed to the lakeshore and witnessed the long-planned assassination of the demons.
Yet from start to finish, he had not appeared, nor had he attacked.
At the very beginning, he truly had no time to attack. And when Liang Xiaoxiao's sword first injured Zhexiu, then heavily injured Qi Jian … he did not dare to attack.
But at that time, he still had some courage, because the strongest demon general couple had left.
Chen Changsheng had been able to endure for so long because he wanted to give him courage. Liang Xiaoxiao had never used his full strength in this battle because he was wary of him.
From a certain point of view, he had been useful.
The problem was, he had never been able to gather enough courage to charge to the lakeshore, and when Chen Changsheng could no longer endure, all his courage disappeared in an instant.
He turned and left, beginning to run.
This was really very rude.
"I've seen the third monolith in the Mausoleum of Books, I've already broken through!"
Zhuang Huanyu held the sword of the Heavenly Dao Academy in his right hand and a magical artifact in his left. Looking at Liang Xiaoxiao blocking in front of him, he said with a pale face, "I'm also at Ethereal Opening! I'm not afraid of you! "
He had also once been a young genius on the Proclamation of Azure Sky. Although his ranking could not compare to Liang Xiaoxiao, in the eyes of the common people, he was as famous as the Divine State's Seven Laws.
But the current him was covered in dirt and his thoughts were in chaos. He did not have the slightest appearance of a young genius.
Liang Xiaoxiao said, "You can attack."
Even if there really was a prodigal son who turned over a new leaf, no one could turn back so quickly.
Even if there really was such a thing as courage after knowing shame, very few people could see the small things under their clothes in such a short amount of time, and then become brave again.
The sword in Zhuang Huanyu's hand trembled slightly, just like his voice. He could barely hold it, so how could he stab?
"You know who my father is." Zhuang Huanyu lost his composure and yelled, "If you dare to kill me, you will also die!"
After saying this, he finally understood. The person in front of him had even dared to betray the demons, dared to even kill the last disciple of the Mount Li Sect Master, so how could he scare him?
Thinking of this, he actually became inexplicably angry.
Liang Xiaoxiao was expressionless as he thought to himself, "Then, does anyone know who my father is?"
Seeing that he did not respond, Zhuang Huanyu became even more uneasy. With a trembling voice, he said, "If you really want to force me, at worst, we'll just die together."
After saying this, he did not raise his sword, but raised the magic tool in his left hand.
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell upon the magical treasure, and his expression slightly changed. He recognized that it was one of the seven ultimate magical treasures of the Heavenly Dao Academy — the jade stone!
This discovery surprised him.
Since this person carried such a powerful tool with him, if he had cooperated with Chen Chang Sheng previously, it might have brought about some unexpected changes.
"I didn't expect Deputy Dean Zhuang to love your son so much. He actually disregarded the academy's rules and secretly gave you such a precious magic tool."
He looked at Zhuang Huanyu and said indifferently, "If this matter were to spread, what do you think the result would be?"
Zhuang Huan Yu calmed down a little, and said, "So what? Is there anything worse than death? "
Liang Xiaoxiao said, "It seems that the clue to the Sword Pool was also found by Deputy Dean Zhuang. He did not tell Mao Qiu Yu, did not report it to the Li Palace, and only secretly told you. What kind of crime is that? Most importantly, you did not go out to help Chen Chang Sheng, what kind of crime is that? I think, even if you leave the Garden of Zhou, I'm afraid that the result will be even worse than death. "
Zhuang Huan Yu's face became even paler, and he did not know what to say. Liang Xiaoxiao turned his head to look at the already calm surface of the lake. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Chen Chang Sheng is already dead, Zhexiu and Qi Jian are definitely also dead. The only one who knows of this matter is you."
Zhuang Huan Yu faintly understood what he meant, but he did not believe it. Moreover … the other party's request had indeed completely surpassed his level of acceptance.
"You want me to be like you?" His pale face became flushed, but it was unknown whether it was due to anger, or some other reason, such as shame.
Liang Xiaoxiao looked at him and calmly said, "Other than this, what other reason do I have to let you go?"
Zhuang Huan Yu's breathing became heavy, but he still did not know the reason. Anger, shame, or nervousness? After a long time, he absentmindedly asked, "This … just why?"
This question was asked to himself, and it was also asked to Liang Xiaoxiao. Qi Jian had asked this question, Chen Chang Sheng had asked this question, but Liang Xiaoxiao had never answered it. Now was no exception. He gazed at the last embers of the setting sun on the calm surface of the lake, and thought to himself, how could there be so many whys in the world?
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At the edge of the Garden of Zhou were undulating mountains and fields, and then there were hills. Three extremely majestic mountain ranges led to the vast and boundless grassland in the center. Sunset Valley was the longest and tallest of the three. The cliffs were steep and smooth, as if they had been carved by a knife. There was only one path on the three thousand zhang mountain ridge, and it was extremely precipitous.
The young girl dressed in white walked on this high and precipitous mountain path. On either side of her was the sky. She seemed to be walking in the sky, her white clothes were like a slowly moving cloud.
If she continued to walk forward, then there would be a moment when she would arrive at the very front of Sunset Valley, which was also the mountain peak that gave Sunset Valley its name. From there, she could see the setting sun on the grassland, and could see the vast majority of the Garden of Zhou. But today, she would first encounter the zither-playing old man, as well as the indifferent young girl.
She did not know that the old and the young were waiting for her. She continued to walk in the direction of the setting sun.
The Black Dragon flew even higher, so it could see the girl walking on the mountain path, and it could also see the girl waiting at the end of the mountain path. Its methods had deviated from Chen Chang Sheng's original plan, but it was already impossible to change it. It decided to think of a way to warn the white-clothed girl. But just at this moment, within the mountain range of Sunset Valley that was enveloped by the glow of sunset, the sound of a zither suddenly resounded. This zither sound was abnormally clear and melodious, but it was also extremely distant. In an instant, it had travelled a distance of several dozen li.
The white-clothed girl stopped and slightly tilted her head, as if she was listening. A hint of a smile appeared on her elegant but not particularly beautiful face. She was not vigilant, but rather seemed to be appreciating it.
The sound of the zither did not stop after it began. It gurgled like flowing water, continuously forming a song. It was a cheerful song, as if it was welcoming a guest that had come from afar, but also like a hunter celebrating tonight's harvest.
If the harvest was extremely plentiful, people would light a large bonfire in the wilderness and hang the food over the fire to roast until the oil flowed, allowing the fragrance to cause the fierce beasts in the darkness to salivate.
The Black Dragon subconsciously looked towards the vast grassland. It was very clear that in those weeds that were about as tall as a human, there were many fierce beasts hidden. Then, it saw that the edge of the grassland was burning. It was the final radiance and heat of the setting sun, as if it was a bonfire.
Although time passed slowly, when it passed the critical point, it would often be so sudden. Without any mental preparation, the sun would completely sink below the horizon and night would officially come.
The absence of the sun did not mean that there was no light. It was just that the sky and the earth were much dimmer. Just like that, that vast grassland that even the Black Dragon could not see its end had become a gloomy ocean. Looking at that grassland and ocean, the Black Dragon let out a faint sigh. The sigh contained a sense of satisfaction and nostalgia, because it made it think of its home. Gloominess did not always represent cold. Although it was a Black Frost Dragon, it also liked warmth. The deep blue seawater of its home, so close to ink, was warm. The blazing sun made the temperature of the seawater as suitable as bathing water, and the beaches of those islands were like silver shavings …
The Divine Empress had stripped away her soul and poured it into the jade ruyi, allowing her to follow Chen Changsheng on this journey to the Garden of Zhou so that she could report on his situation at any time. From a certain perspective, she was still a prisoner. The place that imprisoned her had changed from the underground cavern of the Imperial Palace to a small ruyi. The power that bound her was no longer those chains, but the shadow of death. She still had to face the depression in her heart and the psychological pressure of betrayal. No matter how she looked at it, this journey was not a good one. However, when she followed Chen Changsheng out of the capital, she realized that this was an extremely good thing. For the first time in several hundred years, she left that cold and lonely underground world. She saw countless sights that had already become somewhat unfamiliar, saw so many humans and demi-humans that were once her food. This made her feel incomparably happy, and she even forgot many things. Only now did she finally remember her home.
Everything that could not be reached was called far away? To the Dragon race, there was no place in this world that could not be reached. The name that could not be returned was called home? Yes, could one still return to their home??
She gazed at the grassland that was as gloomy as the sea, and thought of the deep sea that was like a grassland in the distant south. She thought of her home, thought of her father, thought of many things, and then began to grieve.
Different from the legends, the Dragon race did not live in strange caves shrouded in clouds and mist on lofty mountains. As the strongest and most intelligent lifeforms, how could they like that gloomy and damp environment? The Dragon race liked coconut winds, silver beaches, blue seas, sunlight and wind, and palaces.
From this point of view, there was not much difference between any lifeform that evolved to the highest level. It was unknown whether the Demon race's unrelenting desire to invade south and exterminate all humans had anything to do with this.
The Dragon race lived in the depths of the Southern Sea, where the seawater was very warm.
That place was also the home of the Black Dragon.
They were both of the noblest and most powerful existences in the Dragon race. Unlike the Golden Dragon that was responsible for leading the entire Dragon race, the Black Frost Dragon was even more proud and had an incomparably cold temperament. They liked to live in solitude and were never willing to interact with other companions. To put it simply, they were incomparably aloof.
Countless years ago, the leader of the Dragon race, the Golden Dragon race, disappeared from the continent for some unknown reason. The Black Frost Dragon naturally became the natural choice for the next leader of the Dragon race.
In those circumstances, as long as her father nodded, he would have become the next leader of the Dragon race. But her father was not willing. Tirelessly, he left the Southern Sea alone and returned to the continent.
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The zither music continued, like a summons, like a memory, like the wind of those years on the snowy plains.
The Black Dragon gazed at the gloomy plains, gazed at Sunset Valley. Suddenly, for some reason, she felt sorrow. Her dragon eyes filled with tears, and a light rain began to fall over the Garden of Zhou.
At this moment, she was only a strand of her spiritual soul. In terms of mental strength, she was far weaker than her original body. Unexpectedly, the zither music had stirred her soul for many years, and … she did not want to resist.
Because the zither music made her recall the past, made her see her father after he had left her home.
Her father was the most powerful Black Frost Dragon in the past one thousand years. He possessed a darkness even deeper than the night, and in a breath, he was like a sword of ice and snow that stretched ten thousand li. He was powerful to an unimaginable degree.
Her father met a human.
That human held a large blade that seemed like it could chop through the sky.
No matter how powerful her father was, it was impossible for him to resist this blade.
That saber seemed to be able to cut everything in front of it into two.
Moreover, that great battle had taken place in the Garden of Zhou.
That person was the master of the Garden of Zhou.
That saber really cut through the sky here, and a clear saber mark appeared in the azure sky.
With the passage of time, the slash gradually disappeared, but the plains below it began to show many strange phenomena.
The sky was cut, and the darkness that was even deeper than the night was also cut in two.
Her father fell from the sky, his massive dragon body transforming into a mountain range.
Under the setting sun, the mountain range seemed to burn. At the very front of the mountain range was a proud peak, the dragon head. The plains would also burn. The red glow on the grass seemed like it was stained with dragon blood.
The Black Dragon finally understood what had happened all those years ago, and why her father had never returned.
Her dragon eyes were filled with tears, and then they suddenly turned cold, turning into snowflakes.
Humans, they really were humans.
Shameless humans, cold-blooded humans.
She gazed at the white-clothed girl on the lonely path at the summit and indifferently thought, go die.
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On both sides of the mountain path were cliffs, extremely precipitous. The bare stone walls seemed very smooth, making them even more frightening. Just who had chiseled out these stone steps that could only allow one person to walk?
The wind here was much stronger than on the surface, and it was also much colder. Looking down, because the mountain was too high, the clouds could only be seen between the cliffs. They were unable to congregate and were blown into wisps.
Listening to the profound and profound zither music, the white-clothed girl thought of and saw a few very mundane things, like the cotton candy in the small village, the catkins hanging from the willow tree under the bridge not far from her home in the spring, and when she first entered the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green as a child, she was not used to the thick bedding and kicked it a few times, resulting in the bedding being torn to shreds and cotton wadding drifting throughout the dormitory.
Thinking of those past events, she began to smile, the corners of her lips perking up. As a result, that ordinary and elegant face immediately brightened, so much so that even the lonely mountain path seemed to warm up.
Accompanied by the zither music, she continued to walk forward.
There was actually a tree at the top of the cliff.
She walked to the tree and rested for a moment.
Because of the environment, this tree did not have a single green leaf left, only bare branches. It was very harmonious with the cliffs on both sides, as if it wanted to melt into the mountain. No wonder she had not seen it before.
She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and very seriously wiped her forehead.
Logically speaking, on such a cold mountaintop, even if she did not stop walking, she should not be sweating, not to mention with her talent in cultivation. However, when she took back the handkerchief, it was actually somewhat wet.
Seeing the wet marks on the handkerchief, she shook her head, and then laughed again.
So she could also be nervous.
Putting away the handkerchief, she quietly leaned against the tree, no longer continuing to walk.
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(The next chapter may come a little later. It is the last few hours of the month. Sky Selector is at the top of the monthly ticket rankings. Thank you everyone for your love, but the situation is a little dangerous. The chaotic monarch behind us is about to catch up. I will have to trouble everyone to see if there are any monthly tickets left. Please vote, thank you, thank you.)
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