First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 2504: Awakening of Insects 1 Vientiane update
On the street.
There is a constant flow of people coming and going.
The green-robed man and Weng Lao stood there, only three feet apart.
The strange thing is that passers-by seem to be unable to perceive the existence of the two of them and turn a blind eye to them.
"The vast majority of people in this world are mediocre, how many people can really see through my identity?"
Old Man Weng frowned, apparently puzzled, "Not to mention my current identity, it was arranged a long time ago. No one in this world knows except myself, you..."
The man in the green robe interrupted with a smile: "Is there any point in talking about this now?"
Old Weng fell silent for a moment.
"Let's go, go outside the city, I'll give you a chance to make a move."
The green-robed man put his hands behind his back and stared at the sky, "Today coincides with the Jingzhe, and everything recovers, and the only thing missing right now is a spring thunder to meet the occasion."
As soon as the words were finished, the originally azure sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a dull thunder resounded!
The thunder rumbled, carrying a sense of dryness as if all things were thriving, and the tiny lives underground that had been silent for a long time seemed to be awakened at this moment.
At the corner of the wall, in the mud and dust, there was a slight cracking sound, and a touch of green bud broke through the mud to reveal a shallow corner.
In the void, there is vitality pervading, and the withered willows in the city glow with tender yellow new shoots.
Old Weng's pupils contracted.
When the spring thunder moves, everything is stunned.
These subtle changes cannot be perceived by ordinary people, but naturally they cannot be hidden from Weng Lao's discerning eyes.
In the silent place, listen to the thunder!
As for Su Yi's sentence, "The only thing missing right now is a thunderbolt to meet the situation", it is as if the words follow the law, and the heaven and the earth respond to it!
The most amazing thing is that everything is so natural and calm, and there is no trace of Su Yi using his cultivation at all.
This is what frightens Weng Lao.
"You... Have you broken immortality and ascended to eternity?"
Old Weng couldn't help saying.
"No."
The green-robed man shook his head and sighed, "It's still far away."
Old Weng has complex eyes.
Worse?
But this realm that is "far away" from eternity is already so terrifying. If you really prove the way of eternity in the future, how strong will it be?
"Let's go, chat while walking."
The green-robed man put his hands behind his back and walked out of the city.
The walk is leisurely and comfortable.
Old Weng was silent for a moment, then followed.
As soon as I walked out of the city gate, a spring rain fell quietly from the sky, like smoke and fog, covering the mountains and rivers in the distance, hazy and picturesque.
The apricot blossoms in the wild are quietly blooming, and the air is slightly moist, earthy and grassy, which is particularly refreshing.
The rain of apricot blossoms does not wet the clothes, and the wind of willows does not blow the face.
"Misty rain and spring breeze, everything is new."
Su Yi said softly, "Only those who have survived the cold winter will have the opportunity to witness this scene of extreme prosperity and the recovery of all things."
Taking a sip of wine, "Unfortunately, most people in this world are no different from bugs."
Old Weng was stunned, and a sentence came to mind:
The first life of insects is not autumn!
No matter how aggressive the bugs are, they can't even survive autumn, let alone survive winter and spring.
Old Weng's eyelids twitched, and he said: "So, in your eyes, I am no different from a bug?"
"No."
While walking forward, Su Yi casually said, "In the past year, I killed many great enemies, but none of them survived until today's Jingzhe."
Old Weng's expression was uncertain for a while.
He got it.
When the spring thunder moves, everything is stunned.
In Su Yi's heart, he is the one who is in charge of the spring thunder, and today he "surprised" himself, a bug hidden here!
After all, in his eyes, he is still just a bug-like character after all.
It's nothing more than a bug that survived until its sting.
"This place is nice, how do you like seeing you off here?"
Su Yi stood in front of a mountain full of apricot blossoms, turned his head and asked with a smile.
Old man Weng was shocked, and immediately sighed: "It's rare that you have the heart to arrange such a beautiful place with misty rain and picturesque."
Su Yi took out the jug and took a sip, "The hatred in my previous life is a stumbling block on my path. If I don't cut it off, I will never get over it."
After finishing speaking, he turned around, looked at Old Weng, and whispered a word from his lips:
"Please."
The misty rain is misty, and the apricot blossoms are gorgeous, like snow piled up on the mountains.
In this poetic and picturesque scenery, a cold and murderous atmosphere quietly diffused in the misty mist.
Weng Lao suddenly felt a chill in his body.
It's not because the spring breeze is too cold, it's not because the spring rain is damp and cold, but a cold murderous intent invades the bone marrow and chills the heart.
He took a deep breath and said, "I know where Hua Hong is really hiding."
Su Yi was stunned, and said: "This condition cannot change your ending."
Elder Weng sighed: "I understand, how can I not understand that as long as you make a decision, it will not change?"
Su Yi said: "Then tell me, what do you want to change."
Old Weng was silent for a moment, and then said solemnly: "I only hope that the Juetian Demon Court will have a chance to survive in the world."
"For the sect?"
"Good."
Su Yi nodded and said, "Yes."
Juetian Demon Lord, who has lived in the secular world for many years as an old man, is obviously relieved at this moment, showing a look of relief.
It's like breaking a knot in your heart.
"The Juetian Demon Court was created by me, and I devoted my whole life's effort and time."
Juetian Demon Lord said softly, "You may not believe me if I say it, but I have also made great aspirations, and I have also devoted myself to educating all living beings, evangelizing the world, and pointing out a way to reach the sky for monks in the world. All living beings illuminate a path..."
As he spoke, he shook his head mockingly, "Unfortunately, I never did it in my whole life."
Taking a deep breath, he calmly said, "However, as long as the lamp is still on, it will be able to illuminate the way for others in the future. In this way, the avenue I have been pursuing all my life... can be regarded as a hope passed down from generation to generation." .”
Su Yi said: "Why are you talking about this with me?"
Juetian Demon Lord smiled and said: "In my heart, you are a respectable and admirable person, but also a hateful and hateful enemy, but..."
"I know better. Only you can understand what I said."
Su Yi took a sip of wine and nodded.
The enemy always knows you better than you.
And vice versa.
Old guys like Juetian Demon Lord, Fisherman, and Lantern Buddha cannot be judged by good and evil, good and evil, black and white.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to climb to the top of God's Domain and dominate the world for so many years.
It can even be said that each of these enemies is a peerless existence, with their own avenues and indomitable ambitions, which are far from being comparable to ordinary people.
Just like the Juetian Demon Lord in front of him, when he was dormant here these years, he seemed to be playing the flute every night, leaning against the red and nestling in the green, like an old pervert.
In fact, it is just a cover-up to conceal one's identity.
Self-defiled in the world, like the light and the dust, so it is difficult for people to find the flaws in his body.
Next, the Demon Lord Juetian seemed to open up a chatterbox, talking about his lifelong ambitions, regrets, unwillingness and pride.
Su Yi stood in the mist and rain, listening quietly without interruption.
In the past year, he has swung his sword across the sky, fought in all directions, and ended one after another blood feud in his previous life.
It also broke the barriers in the state of mind and the road.
The cultivation base has greatly improved.
Killing the top Nine Refining God Master is no longer a problem.
However, compared to these, the transformation of Su Yi's state of mind is even greater.
Also more detached and calm.
It is no longer like before, you need to deal with the threats of those big enemies carefully, and you need to spend your time trying to find out the opponent's intentions, step by step.
Currently, he can cut down ten times with one blow, without having to think about anything at all, he can cut him with one sword.
At this moment, Su Yi doesn't care whether Juetian Demon Lord is really pouring out his heart, or deliberately delaying time.
"If there is an afterlife, I hope to be your enemy."
Suddenly, Juetian Demon Lord raised his eyes to look at Su Yi, and said earnestly, "In this way, there will be a sense of high and low, a sense of joy in life and death."
Su Yi was stunned, nodded and said: "I feel sorry for those words."
"Please."
The Demon Lord Absolute Heaven raised his hand and took the initiative to invite the battle.
Su Yi put away the flagon and said, "Please."
The misty rain is misty and the spring thunder is stirring.
Like heavy snow.
After half an hour.
The Lord of Absolute Heaven is dead.
It is a death without regrets, and it is also a kind of withering like relief.
The first life of insects is not in autumn.
He was able to talk to Su Yi today when he was waking up from the sting, and express his feelings. He had no regrets to say that he was killed by Su Yi's sword in the great battle.
Apricot blossoms are falling, and the drizzle is silent.
Su Yi poured the wine in the pot to the ground, and said: "I didn't expect that you old guy was dying, but I gave you a high look."
"Good to go."
…
After half a month.
Outside an ancient city in South Vulcan Continent.
In spring, the apricot blossoms are blowing all over your head.
Who on the Moshang family is young and flirtatious.
In the outskirts of the city, a group of teenagers and girls walked together, outing and having fun, full of youthful spirit and infinite youth.
"Su Jianzun is indeed worthy of respect and admiration, but we also have our own Ling Yunzhi, so we may not be able to reach the world like him in the future, deterring the world!"
There is a boy in white who is full of confidence and ambition.
"That's right, let's count the romantic figures and look at the present! The legends and myths of the past will eventually be surpassed. This is the meaning of the Great Way!"
A young girl smiled and spoke.
"However, on the great road, if our generation cannot surpass the predecessors, how boring would it be?"
"Hahaha, well said, come, let's drink together!"
A group of teenagers and girls, talking and laughing happily, are full of heroic spirit and high spirits that only this age group can have.
In the distance, a man in green robe smiled and looked away.
When I was young, I had my own lofty ambitions, and I lived up to the eternal flow of the long river.
Young man, as it should be.
It's better to be less crazy, but also better to be arrogant.
If you are not young and energetic, how can you talk about the word "juvenile"?
"Friend, would you like to have a drink?"
From a distance, the boy in white smiled and invited.
Su Yi was startled, and pointed to his nose: "Me?"
"Yes, it's you, come on, it's fate to meet by chance, don't let this great time go wrong~IndoMTL.com~endless spring!"
The boy in white said loudly.
Su Yi shook his head with a smile, and said: "You play, I... still have to go to the city to settle my mind."
After finishing speaking, he put his hands on his back and walked towards the ancient city in the distance.
Hua Hongzhen is hidden in this ancient city.
Behind him, the chatter and laughter of those teenagers and girls came.
A trace of trance appeared between Su Yi's brows.
If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine,
It's not the same,
Youth tour. .
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ps: Jingzhe today, this chapter is enough to prove that Jinyu really has no manuscripts (╥﹏╥)