The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 130: Burning the cloud

The world of Qingtianjian has no talisman. If Yunqi hadn't come here, or tens of thousands of years later, there would be no talisman.

He forgot all the past and past events, and naturally also forgot what he learned in Yimaozhai. However, in the process of reading and practicing, he actually created the talisman on his own.

The so-called avenue can be different routes to the same goal, or it can be a mirror into a multitude of things. In the meantime, it is mysterious and really sighing.

In the real world, Yunqi is equivalent to a true founding sect. Even if it can't fly into a fairy, it will inevitably become a holy place.

Of course, he may have been influenced by his previous life deep in the heart of Dao to create the Dao of Talisman here, but he can still be called astonishing.

Looking at the scholar in the pool of blood, Emperor Qin suddenly felt that even if he became the co-master of the world, it didn't seem to have much meaning.

This kind of thinking is extremely inappropriate for the ascetics. He quickly woke up and said in a low voice, "So what? I'm still alive after all!"

Yun Qi raised the broken sword, pointed at him and said, "You should have died."

"If you say that a person deserves to die, he will really die. This world will become much simpler, but unfortunately things have never been like this."

Qin Huang said with an indifferent expression: "You did almost kill me, just like Zhuo Rusui back then. You are very talented and powerful, but too stupid. I don't understand that the wrath of Piff is meaningless to the world. ."

Yun Qi said: "Maybe you are right, your majesty, but is it too boring to live so smart and wretched?"

Qin Huang stared into his eyes and said: "Interesting? Because you assassinate me, your disciples and followers will be killed by me. Wouldn't it be more interesting?"

Yun Qi quietly looked into his eyes, was silent for a long time, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Looking at this scene, Emperor Qin showed a brutal and happy smile in his eyes.

Yun Qi coughed up his blood and said: "I never understand why you want to do this. You can't kill all the people in the world. Even if you can dominate the world for a while with a brutal rule, you won't be able to last for a long time. Isn't it a thousand generations? You know that if this goes on, the second generation of Tyrant Qin will inevitably die, why don't you look back?"

"So you think I really dare not kill you, just like those useless scholars and women in the world think."

Qin Huang looked at him mockingly and said: "I forgot some things, but you are more thorough, that's why you are on this dead end."

Yun Qi remembered the conversation with the scholar of Chu State Zhang many years ago, and remembered the conversation with the **** He, and said calmly: "You always say that I have forgotten a lot of things, and I am not sure what it is. , I don’t care, even if it’s true, walking to the other side without burden may seem ignorant, but it’s easier."

Qin Huang said: "Ignorance is ignorance. If you know that what I am asking for is not the inheritance from generation to generation, but the immortal urn, you can understand all this."

Yun Qi said: "Xianlu, it seems a bit familiar."

Looking at his appearance, Emperor Qin became angry for some reason, and shouted: "That is the treasure of the immortal family that we ascetics dream of, and that is the first possibility of longevity!"

"It turned out to be like this."

Yun Qi looked down at the blood on his body, threw away the broken sword, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "After you reminded me, I did remember something."

Qin Huang's eyes were shining, and he asked with an inexplicable expectation: "What do you remember?"

"I think you will die today because I think Emperor Chu will appear in Xianyang. I vaguely think that this will change a lot of things."

Yun Qi said: "I just remembered at this time that he seems to have a name called Jing Jiu, he is a very powerful character."

Qin Huang was silent for a while, and said: "When I start to remember those things, it means you are going to die."

"Yes, I remember something again."

Yun Qi paused, and said: "I remembered some more... well, more."

Qin Huang looked at him with a smile.

"...I remember a lot, no, I remember everything."

Xi Yiyun looked at the top of the temple and said, "I really am not from this world."

A very simple sentence, but there are countless kinds of emotions, but it is as light as water.

Qin Huang looked at him contemptuously and said, "Doesn’t it feel like nothing? The disciple of Yimaozhai would be lost in the red dust. It’s really ridiculous."

Xi Yiyun shook his head and said: "In that world, I am me, in this world, I am still me."

Then he said seriously: "I am like this no matter where I am. It doesn't matter whether I remember it or not, how can this be lost?"

Qin Huang was silent again and said with some weary meaning: "But you will still die after all. I will win this question, and the immortal urn will only belong to me."

Xi Yiyun retracted his gaze, looked at him and said, "Does this question mean nothing to you?"

Qin Huang became angry again for some reason, and said sharply: "The meaning? After you die, I will kill all your disciples and believers, burn all your books, and forbid anyone to spread your doctrine, even yours. You are not allowed to mention your name, I will erase all traces of you in this world, then what does this world mean to you? What does this world mean to you?"

Xi Yiyun said calmly: "Doctrine is an existence beyond cognition. Learning is not an invention. It is just a discovery. Even if I die and the book burns, those principles will still be found. As for the meaning of this world to me, Stay in my cognition, and my meaning to the world will stay in my cognition. That’s enough."

Qin Huang's eyes were colder and he said: "You are arrogant and righteous, because your students will be killed by me, don't you feel ashamed?"

"The deer roars in the wild, and their voice is not sorrow, but anger, because the situation they face is not their own responsibility."

Xi Yiyun looked into his eyes and said seriously: "In my opinion, you don't need to do this."

On the roof beam, the blue bird stood quietly, watching the picture below.

The monks in the real world are also watching here.

The crossbow arrows are piled up like a hill.

Xi Yiyun sat in a pool of blood.

Qin Huang stood in front of him and suddenly laughed loudly.

The laughter echoed in the cold and **** palace, very cruel.

This cruelty is for the world and for himself.

"If it was before, you might threaten me, but I have forgotten something I want to forget at this time, so you can't."

After saying this, Emperor Qin turned and walked outside the hall.

A very soft pop.

The rune in the scroll casts its final effect, creating a flame again.

Hundreds of strong Qin army rushed into the hall, slashing at Xi Yiyun with random swords.

The last picture that the blue bird saw before flying away from the palace was this.

Xianyang Academy is also undergoing a **** massacre.

The blue bird landed on the eaves of the arrow tower and looked over there quietly.

Countless Qin Jun surrounded the Xuegong.

The hundreds of scholars wearing long swords kicked over the book case in front of them, blocked the thin and useless door of the palace, tried to resist and then fought back.

The crossbow arrow fell across the sky, blood stained the window of the palace, there was only screams, no screams, and no crying.

Qin Jun broke open the palace gate and slammed in.

The scholars opened the door of the temple and greeted them.

No matter how long the sword is, you can draw it out to kill, if you want.

The fierce battle lasted a long time.

The scholars killed several times their own enemies until the sword broke.

They fell under the crossbow arrows, fell under the spear, fell under the sword, fell in a pool of blood, and died.

The Xianyang Academy is full of dead bodies and the smell of blood. A lot of flies came and made a buzzing noise, which was very annoying.

Qin Jun dug a big hole in the academy, threw the corpses of those scholars into it, and piled the books from the academy on top of them, drenched them with tung oil and set them alight.

The fire was very strong, producing a lot of black smoke, which burned for a long time, and it was not extinguished until the evening.

There is blood in the sky, I don't know if it is twilight or fire.

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It is autumn, and the mountains are full of red leaves. When the setting sun is shining, when the wind blows, there seem to be countless flames jumping.

The picture is very beautiful, like a burning cloud in the sky.

Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, with disheveled hair, long beard over his chest, and ragged clothes. He looked like a savage.

He looked at Xianyang City in the distance without speaking.

In the sunset glow of the mountains, there is a faint temple.

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(After reading this chapter, it happened to be the beginning of the night TV series. It’s on Tencent Video. Let’s go straight to it. The first episode will be played at 8 o’clock. Eight episodes should be played today. Whether it’s a carrot or a pear, let’s see Let’s talk again, I’m looking forward to it, curious, and a little nervous...)

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