(There is no relationship between the three pines and the five pines. I haven't watched basketball in years. Because she had received a lot of care and concern, the reason why she took leave the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday was not because something happened at home. In fact, it was because … she was sick. It was a minor illness, a common cold and rhinitis, but it was really uncomfortable. Asking for sick leave is often easy to be accused of faking illness, which makes me very unhappy, so I'm used to asking for personal leave now. It's just that right now, I'm still feeling very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, sore all over, dizzy, and even my scalp hurts, so I'm writing very slowly, to explain to you.)
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As a person of virtue and prestige in the human world, one of the Storms of the Eight Directions that was like a god in the eyes of the common people, in Su Li's mouth, they were eight pieces of trash. Moreover, one could not forget that at the very beginning, he had called them old bastards. That was not all. From his tone, it seemed that he could kill the strongest experts of the continent just by saying so. How arrogant and prideful! Even if he was the legendary Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li, those who heard his words still felt that it was too exaggerated, even absurd.
Zhu Luo's face did not reveal any ridicule due to the absurdity of the situation, nor did he show any anger. He was still as indifferent as before. As the sect master of the Emotion-Severing Sect, his Dao Heart had been cultivated to be completely emotionless. These four words did not have the meaning of being cruel and tyrannical. Instead, they were like the bright moon illuminating a snowy plain, aloof and desolate, unaffected by external objects and spiritual senses.
He looked at Su Li and said, "You don't have a chance."
Yes, Su Li was about to die. Regardless of whether or not he had the ability to kill the Storms of the Eight Directions at his peak, or even threaten those five Saints, he was about to leave this world. What had never happened could only become a mystery that disappeared into the long river of history.
But Su Li did not think so. He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "Once I recover, the first thing I will do is go to Hanqiu City to kill you."
His words were spoken in an extremely casual and indifferent manner, as if he didn't know that Zhu Luo had come to kill him, as if he didn't know that Xunyang City was his burial ground, as if he would return to Mount Li in the next moment.
Zhu Luo's long hair fluttered in the wind. His eyebrows moved slightly at the same time, finally revealing a trace of ridicule.
"No, it shouldn't be going to Hanqiu City to kill you … but to Hanqiu City to kill your entire family."
Su Li corrected him. Then he looked at Liang Wangsun at the front of the crowd and said, "This time, I will learn from my past experience and not make these mistakes again."
"Senior, that's not right."
Chen Chang Sheng held the reins and looked back at him. Yes, it was wrong to kill an entire family. Even if they didn't eliminate the root of the problem, it could lead to a wildfire in the future.
On their journey back south, Su Li believed that he understood Chen Changsheng, this child, very well, but only now did he realize that he did not completely understand him. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Then we won't kill his entire family, just him."
It sounded like a joke, but in fact, it was a joke.
Su Li, who was about to die, had said that he would kill Zhu Luo's entire family in the future. How could he still have a future?
Zhu Luo looked at him and said solemnly, "When you leave this world, can't you be serious for once?"
Previously, the Archbishop of Xunyang City, Hua Jiefu, had said similar words to Chen Changsheng.
"Is it proper to welcome death calmly? Then I don't like this sort of proper. Between dying on the battlefield, in the mountains, and dying on a comfortable bed and in the embrace of a beauty, I would naturally choose the latter. "
Su Li said, "Speaking of which, I really don't understand just what you old guys are living for … if we're talking about benefits, I can't see how much you can gain from this matter … it seems that you're also rather miserable. After all, this is Tianliang County … those old guys can hide in their own dwellings and capitals, but you can't hide."
After a moment of silence, Zhu Luo said, "There are some matters that have to be resolved sooner or later."
From start to finish, this great personage of virtue and prestige from Tianliang County had no intention of appearing in Xunyang City, because even he was unwilling to personally kill Su Li. At the very least, his hands could not be stained with Su Li's blood.
Only when Wang Po appeared, his blade breaking through the snowy sky and the crowd retreating did he have no choice but to appear.
Su Li looked at him and jeered, "Then have you ever thought about how you'll resolve this matter in the future? Although there are many people in the south who want me to die, I'm still an idol of the south. If your hands are stained with my blood, then the anger of the southerners will be borne by your Zhu clan and the Emotion-Severing Sect. Have you mentally prepared yourself for this? "
Zhu Luo said nothing. For a person like him, his Dao heart was immeasurable and the affairs of the world were clear. How could he not clearly calculate the current situation? However, just as he had said, since this matter had occurred in Tianliang County, he could only resolve it.
"After living for several hundred years, in the end, you still have to be used as a blade by others."
Su Li looked at him sympathetically and said, "How did your mother give birth to an idiot like you? When your father in the underworld finds out that the Zhu clan will weaken day by day because of your decision today, will he regret giving birth to an idiot like you? "
Sharp and ear-piercing, each word piercing the heart. However, it was not only because these words were profanities, but also because these words were not wrong. Words that were not wrong were swords. Given Su Li's ability, even if Zhu Luo's Dao heart was as firm as a rock, it would still leave behind a few marks.
Zhu Luo looked at that fellow on the horse who was already so weak that he couldn't even raise his arm and said, "The torrential river is divided into two sides. Even if you only look and don't speak, you still have to choose a side."
He was talking about Su Li, talking about why the entire continent wanted to kill Su Li.
Ten-some years ago, after the bloody incident in the Orthodox Academy, the Great Zhou was in the midst of internal strife. The Longevity Sect and the Liang Estate joined hands, intending to invade the north. However, Su Li was not willing, and even used the sword in his hand to break this major undertaking. For the past hundred-some years, both the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Pope had wanted to unite the north and the south, but Su Li still would not do it. Relying on the sword in his hand, he stood in the south, forcefully stopping the momentum of the world from moving forward.
In these two matters, no matter what Su Li chose, he would not fall into the current crisis. However, he chose neither. His attitude was extremely proud and clear. "If I were a pillar, I should stand in the middle of the great river. If I were duckweed, I should go with the flow. I am Su Li, so why should I stand on the shore?"
Zhu Luo said no more. "Mount Li will continue to exist, but it will no longer have you."
This was respect, and also a declaration.
The streets of Xunyang City were silent. The dark clouds gradually thickened, and more raindrops slowly drifted down.
"Is a Mount Li without me still Mount Li?"
Su Li expressionlessly gazed to the south. As he thought about what might be happening at Mount Li, his heart was heavy.
This was not a declaration of arrogance, but worry.
The entire continent believed that Su Li was Mount Li, but he actually did not believe this. He had entered the Mount Li Sword Sect as a child, so he knew that Mount Li had its own sword soul and spirit. However, the truth was that in these past several hundred years, he had been that green tree on the summit of Mount Li, sprinkling down its shade to protect the disciples of Mount Li. If he was no longer there, what would happen to Mount Li? Something had definitely happened to Mount Li. What was it? Could the disciples of Mount Li hold on? This was the only thing he was concerned about.
"In the end, I'm still inferior to Black Robe … in this aspect."
Su Li retracted his gaze and looked at Zhu Luo. "Although he hasn't killed as many people as I have, his understanding of the dark side of human nature is truly above mine. The Divine Domain is still filled with the roiling dust of the mortal world. He understands all too well the intentions of you so-called protectors of the human world, but just what are you doing?"
Zhu Luo replied, "Sometimes, the river of history needs to be reversed in order to advance with greater strength."
"To resist foreign aggression, one must first pacify the internal?" Su Li looked at him and mocked, "Then how about you advise those people of the Chen Imperial clan not to think about becoming emperor? Or how about you advise Tianhai to abdicate? "
After a moment of silence, Zhu Luo spoke of a passage from the Daoist Canon, containing some hidden meaning.
"What I don't like the most is the way you guys act."
Su Li didn't care at all how many profound truths were contained in this passage from the Daoist Canon. He said, "It's not fun at all."
"It truly isn't fun."
Xiao Zhang, who had been silent this entire time, shook his head. The rain-soaked white paper on his face made slapping sounds, as if he was slapping someone in the face. Then he turned around, carrying the metal spear on his back, and walked towards the end of the long street.
He had come to Xunyang City to kill Su Li. If someone came to kill him now, Su Li would definitely die, so what was the point of him staying? For a person like Su Li, even if he was heavily injured and unable to fight back, killing him was still interesting, but watching him die was not fun at all.
Liang Wangsun did not leave, nor did those several hundred cultivators. They stood in the increasingly heavy rain, silently watching those people on the street. They were waiting to see how Su Li would die.
Su Li stroked the wet mane of the fine horse beneath him and said, "You guys can go now."
These words were obviously said to Chen Changsheng and Wang Po. Although he loathed calmly welcoming death or returning to the sea of stars, in the end, he still had to maintain some bearing. After all, he was the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li.
Su Li had thought about how a person should spend their life many times, but in the end, he still could not come to a conclusion. For the majority of the time, he still acted according to his own likes and dislikes. However, he had long since come to a conclusion about how a person's life should end.
Dying at the hands of one of the Storms of the Eight Directions was very different from what he had imagined, but it was still barely acceptable.
Chen Changsheng held the reins and lowered his head to look at the raindrops in front of his boots, saying nothing.
Now that things had gotten to this point, there was no meaning in doing anything else. It was this world that wanted to kill Su Li, and the person on the other end of the rainy street was this world's strongest expert. No matter how fast or how strong his sword was, it was impossible for him to stop his opponent.
Wang Po also said nothing.
But he began to roll up his sleeve.
His movements were very slow, very focused, very careful.
He rolled up the sleeve on his right arm to his elbow.
In this way, he should be able to wield his blade a little faster.
Su Li's expression turned slightly cold.
His previous heart-rending words, saying that Zhu Luo and the other Storms of the Eight Directions wanted to find a chance to kill a junior like Wang Po, was precisely to protect Wang Po's life … His hands were stained with too much blood. Zhu Luo could find many excuses after the fact, but killing Wang Po was different. Without a firm enough reason, any action against Wang Po could be interpreted as jealousy of the wise and ability. Because he did not want to be replaced by a shockingly talented junior, he could disregard the overall interests of humanity and mercilessly kill Wang Po.
As long as Wang Po did not take the initiative to attack, under the watch of several hundred gazes, Zhu Luo would be unable to do anything to Wang Po. It was even to the extent that he and the other Storms of the Eight Directions would have to pay special attention to Wang Po's safety in the following period of time.
But Wang Po had no intention of giving way.
He rolled up his sleeve, exposing his arm, preparing to strike.
The rainy street grew quieter and quieter.
Su Li calmly looked at Wang Po.
Zhu Luo calmly looked at Wang Po.
Wang Po acted like he did not know anything. He began to use his sleeve to wipe his blade, his expression calm and focused, his movements slow and serious.
Zhu Luo suddenly began to laugh, because he had finally truly become angry.
One could not sense any anger from his smile, but Xunyang City could sense it very clearly.
The dark clouds in the sky pressed down even lower, and the rain instantly became torrential.
This was the majesty of the Divine Domain, like the might of the heavens.
Then, he withdrew his smile and looked at Wang Po with an expressionless face.
"You, are prepared to attack me?
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