Nan Wang sniffed, raised his head and looked at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. The pity in his eyes had changed back to indifference, and said, "You don't need to sympathize with him. Maybe he thinks this is better and can save a lot of trouble."

For example, you don’t need to take a bath, eat, or satisfy your desires, such as many things, but... what’s the difference between it and a dead person?

"That day, Zenzi said that maybe he just couldn't bear to cut off all the cause and effect of Jingyang."

Nan Wang continued: "This body is his last connection with his previous life. His soul instinctively wants to come back, so he naturally doesn't want to wake up there."

I don’t want all the smoke from my previous life to disappear, so I can’t wake up in this life?

This statement is a bit too mysterious no matter how you hear it, but Zenzi once discussed the Tao with Jingyang Zhenren for a hundred days and knew the best of reincarnation and rebirth. His views should be closest to the truth.

"But... I can't come back anymore." Liu Shisui said sadly at the stone couch.

The shed on the stone couch was full of deep or shallow wounds, which were stained with fairy spirit for many years and could not be repaired at all.

"He has been hiding this cave for so many years, which shows that he has never really given up, but he knows that he will face a final choice one day."

Nan Wang said: "That's why he left the black card, but he didn't want to hand it over to us directly. He also had to work with Xuantian Sect..."

Choice is the most difficult thing. Even if you hand over the right to choose to the person you trust the most, it will not become easier and more relaxed, but the heavy weight will be passed on.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were in a heavy mood at this time. What should they do?

The sound of silver bells suddenly sounded in the quiet cave.

Ada kept staring at the cushion, not the sound of the silver bell on its neck.

The sound came from Nanwang, which was the crisp sound of silver bracelets and silver jewelry colliding against each other.

There was no wind in the cave, but her clothes floated up.

An indescribable wild aura emanated from her body, and followed by countless flowers-like flames.

The wild aura was not very wonderful, but it seemed to come from ancient times and had an inexplicable sacred feeling.

The heat waves emitted by the flames were not very thrilling, but they had a magma-like heavy feeling.

She used the Southern Barbarian Divine Art.

Zhao Layue guessed what she was going to do, but her expression changed slightly, but she did not stop her.

Under Liu Shisui's unbelievable eyes, the flowers-like flames fell on the stone couch and on the remains of Jingyang Zhenren.

Silent.

The molt, which had been lying in the cave for more than a hundred years without any change, burned like this and turned into ashes in a very short time.

The ash was not a little impurity or a little strange color, but it was pure white, like snow, and more like extremely fine jade chips polished by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Suddenly, a wind came from the mountain, whirling the ash on the stone couch, turning into countless light smoke, and dissipated in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of you, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui's hearts were filled with sadness, as if they said goodbye to someone who was the most important in life but had never seen before.

Nan Wangwei mocked, "If you die, you should die. You should be wiped out. Why bother to let go? You have to make so many mysterious things."

After saying this, she raised her hands and walked out of the cave.

Ada sniffed the cushion, waved his tail, and turned around and followed.

There is a silver bell ringing in front, and a silver bell ringing behind, echoing in the quiet and long passage, mixing with the sounds made by the river that is not visible to the sky, like a soul-sucking call.

...

...

There has always been a legend in Qingshan that there are ghosts in Jian Peak.

Because the mountain is covered by clouds and mist all year round, because of the sharp sword intent, and because of the sword embryos that fly out of rocks from time to time, the formation of this legend is easy to understand.

In fact, the owner of this sword peak is indeed a ghost now.

In the sword script of Qingshan Sect, sword ghosts and sword spirits have the same meaning.

When the last connection that Jingyang Zhenren stayed in this world disappeared, the clouds and mist of Jian Peak also dispersed for a moment, and a bright sunshine came.

The sunlight illuminates the collapsed rocks and the cliff wall.

Ping Yongjia, who was sitting in the cliff cave, didn't know where she went.

...

...

The sun was really strong, Ping Yongjia couldn't help but squint her eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she pushed open the wooden door in front of her and saw the small bridge head-on.

As a true invisible sword body, it didn't take long for him to come from Qingshan to Ohara City. Even if he only ran on the ground like he used to be, his speed would be slower than that of Jing Jiu.

As for the Qingshan disciples in the valley, they did not feel his arrival.

He slowly walked up the small bridge and headed across the stream, his steps were very light, lighter than the wind, and made no sound.

On the other side of the round window of the Zen room, Xi Lai was holding the Yin Feng's body and facing Hushui Wujian, but suddenly turned around and looked over.

Ping Yongjia was able to hide from everyone's perception, but she couldn't hide it from him.

The eyes of the West fell on Ping Yongjia's slightly white face, raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had seen the strangest thing in the world.

Hearing the sound of coming from the west, Yuanqu rushed into the Zen room as fast as possible. The gray, tortuous strange sword followed in, making a buzzing sound, aiming at Ping Yongjia's back.

Zhuo Rusui appeared in the corridor at some point, and the boat-swalking sword was quietly resting on his knees. The Chengtian sword intent had been weaved into a dense array, blocking the entrance of the Zen room.

They are obviously fellow disciples, but they are so vigilant about Ping Yongjia's arrival, and they are even better than coming from the West.

"You have always been doubting me." Ping Yongjia stood under the bridge and said with a grievance: "But have you ever thought about it? The premise of your doubts about me is to doubt Master?"

If it weren't for the doubt that Ping Yongjia would take the opportunity to seize Jing Jiu's current body, why would Zhao Layue have been reluctant to return to Qingshan? How could Sanqian Courtyard suddenly become a villa of Qingshan Sect?

Yuanqu didn't speak, and his expression was a little awkward.

This matter is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Zhuo Rusui sighed and said, "Even if we believe you, it's useless. Those two masters are not here. How can I withstand it when I come back to punish me later?"

Ping Yongjia took great courage to leave Qingshan and come here. Why did she be willing to leave? She shouted to the Zen room: "Master, they suspect you are a bad person!"

Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu were anxious and thought to themselves that even if everyone thought so, how could you say it?

Ping Yongjia ignored them and continued to shout: "They always think that after you failed to ascension, you were forced to turn your sword to live, and it was forcibly robbed my body... So now they are worried that I will take back this body after the disaster."

Zhuo Rusui no longer cared about anything, stood up and scolded, "What are you shouting! There are also outsiders here! I've heard it!"

Ping Yongjia ignored him and continued to shout: "I have forgotten everything before. When I first learned about my origin, I even had this kind of suspicion, but...but...I think it was definitely not like this at that time."

Zhuo Rusui thought you thought it was useless! If the real person of the leader didn’t kill you from the sword of everything back then, how could he turn the sword into life?

"Anyway, this is definitely not the case!" Ping Yongjia became more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it, and there was a little more crying in her voice.

...

...

"Of course not."

A calm voice came from the meditation room.

Sanqianyuan became silent, Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu were shocked and speechless. Ping Yongjia opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, not because this sentence had a deep meaning, although it was indeed very profound, but because this sentence was said by Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu walked out of the Zen room, and his black hair was scattered behind him, making him extremely beautiful, as if he was a dreamer.

No matter where you live, it is a big dream.

You cannot wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, nor can you wake up a person who doesn't know he is in a dream. Since you wake up, you will be a dream.

The whole world woke up.

Whether it is the flowers in the lotus pond or the three disciples who have turned into ice sculptures.

Zhuo Rusui quickly made way.

Yuanqu handed over a cloth tape as fast as possible.

Gu Qing remembered the scene in the Qingtianjian very clearly and explained it to him very clearly.

Jing Jiu took the tape, tied up his black hair casually, looked at Ping Yongjia and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Ping Yongjia woke up from the surprise, and felt even more aggrieved when listening to the master's words. He pointed at Zhuo Rusui and Yuanqu for a long time and couldn't speak. He thought to himself that it was the senior brothers who were thinking, what did it have to do with me?

Jing Jiu ignored him, turned around and reached the lakeside, stretched out his right hand to the west.

Xilai handed over the Yin Feng in his arms.

Yin Feng's body was held by him for several days, but there was still a warm feeling.

Jing Jiu raised his hand and threw Yin Feng's body into the sky.

The Yin Feng suddenly scattered into countless light particles, forming a big bird with its tail feathers shorter and larger, but its wings were longer, like a phoenix in the painting.

The light particles rubbed against the air, causing countless flames, gradually disappearing from the extreme heights of the sky, like a phoenix that went to another world.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and said, "Not bad."

Xi said, "It's OK."

Jing Jiu said, "Come?"

Xi said, "Wait for me for three days."

Zhuo Rusui, Yuanqu and Ping Yongjia also rushed to the lake. When they heard this conversation, they thought to themselves, would you still have to bathe, burn incense and change clothes?

"I don't have any confidence, give me three days to prepare for my funeral."

Xilai smiled and said, "But it's very interesting to me that feeling is not confident, so I think I should be able to kill you."

Jing Jiu had an admirational expression in his eyes and said, "You are a little interesting now."

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself, do you two of the most boring people in the world know what it means?

After leaving the three thousand courtyards, there were only a few breezes back and forth on the lake.

Jing Jiu reached into the wind and found that he still didn't feel anything. He thought it was really boring.
Chapter completed!