The Path Toward Heaven

There is no amulet in the world of Qingtianjian. If Yunqi does not come here, or if tens of thousands of years later, there will be no amulet.

He forgot all his past past, and of course he forgot to learn in a Maozhai, but in the process of reading and practicing, he actually created the amulet by himself.

The so-called avenue can be the same goal, or it can be a mirror, and the mystery is really amazing.

Putting it in the real world, Yunqi is the true sect of enlightenment. Even if it can't rise to immortality, it will certainly be sanctified.

Of course, he may have been affected by the past life in the heart of the Tao to create a Taoism here, but it can still be described as shocking.

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

This kind of thought was extremely inappropriate for the monk. He soon woke up and said with a deep voice: "So what? He is alive after all!"

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

"If one says that he should die, he will really die. This world will become a lot simpler, but unfortunately things have never been so."

Qin Huang said indifferently: "You did almost kill me, just like Zhuo Rushui. You were very talented and powerful, but too stupid to understand that the wrath of a husband has no meaning to the world."

Yun Qi said, "Maybe Your Majesty is right, but isn't it too boring to live so cleverly and insignificantly."

Qin Huang stared at his eyes and said, "Interesting? Because you are assassinating, your disciples, and your followers will be killed by the pits, will it be more interesting?"

Yun Qi quietly looked into his eyes, was silent for a long time, and suddenly spit out blood.

Looking at this scene, a cruel and happy smile appeared in Qin Huang's eyes.

Yun Qi coughed up the blood and said, "I haven't understood why you do this. You can't kill all the people in the world. Even with cruel rule, you can dominate the world for a while, and you can't last long. The emperor is not asking for thousands Longevity? You know that if you go on like this, Feng Qin will inevitably die in the second life, but why don't you turn back? "

"So you think I really don't dare to kill you, just like the useless scholars and women in the world think."

Qin Huang watched him mockingly and said, "I forgot something, but you are more thorough, so you will embark on this dead end."

Yun Qi remembered the conversation with Chu Guozhang University scholar many years ago, and the conversation with Eunuch He, calmly said: "You always say that I have forgotten a lot of things, I'm not sure what it is, and also Don't care, even if it is true, walking to the other bank without burden may seem ignorant, but it is easier. "

Qin Huang said: "Ignorance is ignorance. If you know that what you are asking for is not the inheritance of eternity, but the immortal Zhang, you can understand all this."

Yun Qi said, "Xian Yuan, seems to be familiar."

Looking at his appearance, Qin Huang did not know why he was angry, and said, "That is the fairy treasure that our monks dream of, which is the first-line possibility of longevity!"

"So it is."

Yun Qi looked down at the blood on his body, threw off the broken sword, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "With your reminder, I do remember something."

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

"I think you will die today, that's because I think the emperor Chu will appear in Xianyang, and I feel that this will change a lot of things."

Yunqi said, "I only remembered at this time that he seemed to have a name called Jiu Jiu, a very powerful person."

Qin Huang was silent for a while and said, "Begin to think of those things, which means that you are going to die."

"Yes, I remember something again."

Yun Qi paused and said, "I remember a little more ... well, more."

Qin Huang looked at him with a smile.

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

Looking at the top of the temple, Yun Yiyun said, "I'm really not a person in this world."

In a very simple sentence, there are countless emotions, but they are as light as water.

Emperor Qin looked at him scornfully and said, "Doesn't you feel very nihilistic? It's ridiculous that a disciple of Mao Zhai will be lost in the dust."

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

Then he said seriously: "I am such a person wherever I am. It doesn't matter if I remember, how can this be lost?"

The Qin Emperor was silent again, with a sense of boredom: "But after all, you will still die, I will win this question, and Xianzhu will only belong to me."

Ji Yiyun looked away and looked at him and said, "Does this question mean anything to you?"

Qin Huang once again did not know why he was angry, sternly said: "Meaning? After you die, I will kill all your disciples and believers, burn all your books, and forbid anyone from spreading your doctrine, not even your name. Speaking of which, I will erase all traces of you in this world, what meaning do you have for this world? What meaning does this world have for you? "

Jian Yiyun said calmly: "The reason is beyond the existence of cognition. Knowledge is not an invention, but discovery. Even if I die and the book is burned, those principles will still be found. As for the meaning of this world to me, it will remain with me In the cognition, my meaning to the world will remain in my cognition, which is enough. "

Qin Huang's eyes were even colder, and he said, "You are self-confident, because your students will be killed by the pits, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Deering in the wild, their voices are not sorrow, but anger, because the situation they face is not their own responsibility."

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

On the top beam of the temple, the blue bird stood there quietly, watching the picture below.

The monks in the real world are also watching here.

Crossbows are piled like hills.

Ji Yiyun sat in a pool of blood.

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

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, so you can't."

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

A very light pop.

The runes in the scroll cast their final effects and gave birth to flames again.

Hundreds of Qin Jun strongmen flooded into the hall, slashing their swords at the clouds.

Before the bluebird flew away from the palace, the last picture he saw was this.

The Xianyang Xuegong is also carrying out a **** slaughter.

The blue bird landed on the eaves of Jianlou, and looked at it quietly.

Countless Qin Jun surrounded the school palace with no way out.

The hundreds of scholars with long swords kicked the book case in front of them, blocking the thin and useless palace door, trying to resist and fight back.

The crossbow fell across the sky, the blood stained the temple window, and there was no screaming, no cry, and no cry.

Qin Jun opened the palace door and killed him.

The scholars opened the door and greeted them.

No matter how long a sword can be pulled out to kill, if you want.

The fierce battle lasted a long time.

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

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

There are corpses and **** smells everywhere in Xianyang Xuegong. Many flies came and made a buzzing noise, which was very disturbing.

Qin Jun dug a large pit in the Xuegong, threw the corpses of the scholars into it, and moved the books in the Xuegong to the top, drenched with tung oil.

The fire was very strong, producing a lot of black smoke, burning for a long time, until the evening did not go out.

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

Xianyang City ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Nine hundred miles southeast.

It is autumn and the mountains are full of red leaves. When the wind blows under the sun, it seems that there are countless flames jumping.

This picture looks great, like a cloud of fire in the sky.

Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, his hair was radiating, his beard was too long, his clothes were torn, and he looked like a savage.

He looked at Xianyang City in the distance and did not speak.

In the evening glow of the mountains, there is a temple.

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(After reading this chapter, it ’s just the beginning of the night TV show, which is in the Tencent video. Let ’s go directly. The first episode will be played at eight o'clock. It should be the eighth episode today, whether it is carrot or pear. I am looking forward, curious, and a little nervous ...)

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