Chapter 126: When a man is about to die, he speaks a lot
Chapter 126: When a man is about to die, he speaks a lot
A speck of light passed through his chest and then disappeared silently.
The old man's body swayed slightly and his face was as pale as paper.
Then, his face began to age, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper, and his already gray hair fell off and turned to ashes, as if he had reached the end of his life in that instant.
It was as if his realm and aura, which had already reached the peak, suddenly fell straight down as if encountering a cliff, and fell directly into the abyss where the sun could not be seen.
Everyone knew that the old man was seriously injured at this moment and might even die in the next breath.
Therefore, although that speck of light has dissipated, the afterglow it brought still lingers in the world before everyone's eyes and cannot dissipate for a long time.
Now that things have come to this, who still doesn't understand that everything that happened tonight was a trap set up by the number one man in the world for the leader of destiny?
What will future history books say?
Autumn, the thirty-eighth year of Zhengsheng.
The White Emperor dropped a long star into the depths of Yunmeng, punishing the leader of the Heavenly Mandate with divine punishment.
……
……
There is still light between heaven and earth.
Dust of light fell from the sky, leaving nothing behind wherever it passed.
The endless dark clouds were violently torn apart to create a huge hole, through which the moonlight and starlight poured down, accompanying the autumn rain that covered hundreds of miles, creating a truly magnificent scene.
The remaining clouds gradually turned into fragments and, influenced by the breath left by the grain of light dust, began to slowly and rapidly rotate around the extremely wide hole, until finally forming a huge cloud-like vortex, which was suddenly spectacular.
Heavy rain poured down from the area, accompanied by strong winds that were almost devastating, and even caused terrifying waves dozens of feet high in the Yunmeng Lake.
"Unfortunately."
Pei Jinge's voice was full of fatigue, and he couldn't hide it: "It seems that the person who died tonight is you."
When Taoist Yingxu was pierced through the chest by the speck of light, a hole suddenly appeared where his heart had originally been, and the magical power called the World in the Pot disappeared.
From this moment on, no one here could be her enemy - even though her injuries were equally serious.
"That's exactly what happened."
Taoist Yingxu raised his head slightly, feeling the wetness brought by the rain, and there was no trace of pain in his words.
Then he retracted his gaze and looked at Yu Sheng who had come to the Broken Taoist Temple. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "What a pity."
Yu Sheng said softly: "It's a bit of a pity."
The old man looked into her eyes, seeing the complex emotions that could not be concealed in her eyes, and then he smiled as if he had realized something, and said with emotion: "So you are also a chess piece."
If he wasn't a chess piece, how could he have such a look?
Yu Sheng didn't say anything.
In fact, she had a lot to say about tonight's situation, but those words had nothing to do with outsiders.
This is her own family affair.
Just at this moment, Taoist Changyu's voice sounded from behind, nervous and uneasy.
"Master...what should I do now?"
The old man smiled, his smile was calm and gentle, and said: "Let's go, take everyone away before I close my eyes."
Taoist Changyu listened to these words and looked at the old man's smile without any unwillingness. The anger in his bloodshot eyes dissipated, and what remained was only confusion and helplessness.
After a while, he painfully accepted the fact. His back hunched silently, and he slowly turned around and walked away with staggering steps.
No one dared to stand in front of Taoist Changyu, and everyone made way for him.
This is certainly not kindness, or any other strange emotion, but the Taoist Yingxu has not really died yet.
According to the White Emperor's methods and way of doing things, the old man would definitely die tonight, and he would have no spare energy at this moment.
The problem is that no one dares to bet on whether an accident will happen.
There was dead silence.
Until Taoist Yingxu personally broke the silence.
"What's more regrettable than not being able to kill her is..."
The old man looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and said in a barely audible voice: "I still have a lot to talk to you about."
Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, then said, "Things in the world are never as we wish."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the old man's chest, looking at the hole through which he could see the scenery behind, and thought that there was indeed no hope.
That speck of light not only destroyed the vitality, but also left the true meaning of the White Emperor's Taoism in it, directly penetrating into the old man's body and soul.
Never die.
Until the dead.
Taoist Yingxu suddenly said: "This is not Daqin."
As soon as he finished speaking, many powerful people not far away who were still immersed in shock at this extraordinary method suddenly woke up, opened their eyes wide, and their faces turned extremely pale.
Especially the strong man from the Nanqi Secret Service.
Tonight the stars fall on Yunmeng Lake, will they be able to move to another place tomorrow...
For example, the capital of Qi?
For example, the mountain gate of a certain sect?
Is the entire human world within the White Emperor’s sight?
Pei Jinge understood what these people were thinking, and said in a calm and indifferent tone: "In order to kill this demon, His Majesty the Emperor, the Patrol of the Sky, and the Qin Army have been planning for a long time. How can it be done in one night?"
People were unwilling to believe it, but they dared not disbelieve it.
Pei Jinge looked at the old man and continued, "I will let the people from the Tianming Sect leave because you never killed anyone."
This statement is false, and everyone knows that the real reason is definitely not like this.
Taoist Yingxu chuckled upon hearing this, nodded and said, "I can trust you on this matter."
Pei Jinge looked at him quietly.
The meaning is very clear.
In that case, please die.
If you don't die, it will be cloudy.
The old man was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Wait a minute, I have one more thing to do."
Yu Sheng said softly: "Then wait."
Seeing her speak, Pei Jinge didn't say anything else and accepted the proposal.
Then, her gaze fell on the powerful, hidden men who were unwilling to leave, and the meaning was equally clear.
--roll.
Then, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
There were only four people left in front of the ruined Taoist temple.
The four people at the mahjong table.
The lake water from the waterfall has now spread to the gate of the Taoist temple. It seems that in a not-too-long period of time, everything here will be buried under the bottom of the lake again, never to see the light of day.
Even at this moment, the huge hole in the night sky has not disappeared.
The old man looked at this scene, thought about the empty hole in his chest, and said, "With such means, it's no wonder that my heart has been restless and I have always avoided entering Yunmengze."
Not to mention the most powerful person like Tianming Sect Leader who stands at the highest point in the world, ordinary practitioners will more or less be alert when facing the impending danger.
But in the end he came.
Yu Sheng looked at the ruined Taoist temple and asked softly, "Did you find what you wanted?"
The old man did not answer the question.
At this point, everyone knows that what is hidden in the ruined Taoist temple is not the morning and evening bell. So what is it that made the Demon Lord, or the Taoist sect, go to such great lengths to hide it?
Pei Jinge's gaze fell on Gu Zhuo, as if he was thinking about something, but was puzzled.
"There is still half a quarter of an hour left. This is my last time."
The old man raised his hand, pointed at Gu Zhuo, and said with a smile: "I want to talk to him for a few words..."
Yu Sheng interrupted this sentence directly and said without hesitation: "No."
"Unfortunately."
The old man said honestly: "This is not a discussion, but a notification."
As he finished speaking, his hand had already landed on Gu Zhuo's shoulder, holding it tightly.
Just like many people guessed, at this time he still had his last bit of strength left, which was a ray of light before the oil ran out.
Pei Jinge didn't say anything and drew his knife directly.
The sword light, which was no longer as stunning and flawless as before, was still powerful, covering the night sky in an instant, leaving no room for maneuver. If it was Taoist Yingxu in normal times, he could break the sword light with a wave of his sleeve, but now he had only one choice, to block it with his Taoist body, making his injuries even worse.
Blood mixed with the night rain and spilled.
Taoist Yingxu and Gu Zhuo have disappeared.
Yu Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "What do you think?"
Pei Jinge was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe he doesn't have the confidence to kill you, so he has no choice but to resort to this last resort."
"Maybe."
Yu Sheng walked into the dilapidated Taoist temple and looked at the beautifully growing red maple tree and the corpse leaning against the tree.
She suddenly felt an extremely strong disgust for this, borrowed the blade from Pei Jin Ge's hand, and swung it down suddenly.
The sword lights were flying like rain.
When the rain stopped, the red maple tree, including its trunk, branches and leaves, was chopped into powder by the knife and scattered all over the ground by the wind.
The ruined Taoist temple collapsed.
Under the moonlight, dust rises.
The body was thus completely buried.
Yu Sheng turned around, walked out of the ruins, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go."
Pei Jinge said: "You want to go find him in person?"
“This is what you should do.”
There was no emotion in Yu Sheng's voice: "I'm going back to the capital."
……
……
The old man was not lying, and just as he said, death was at hand.
Standing in front of the gate of the dilapidated Taoist temple and saying those things, he had been thinking about where he should spend his final years, or who should walk with him into the end of his life.
The best choice is of course Yu Sheng.
The moment the aura of Cangshan Mountain was revealed, the old man had already realized her true identity.
However, it was for this reason that Pei Jinge always stood by her side, guarding against this possibility.
The next best option is to die peacefully.
Yes, that's the way to die without doing anything.
Doing so is most likely to take the secret away and prevent it from remaining in this world, just like the old man chose not to answer Yu Sheng's question.
The worst choice... is this one.
Have a conversation with Gu Zhuo.
This can satisfy his curiosity to the greatest extent, making his trip truly worthwhile and not causing him to go to the grave with those questions, but this will also bring huge trouble to Gu Zhuo.
"Feel sorry."
The old man's face was covered in blood, and a smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth, which was difficult and ugly.
The robe, which originally looked shabby, became even more tattered after facing Pei Jinge's knife. It made him look like a beggar on the street, without any trace of the demeanor of a hermit.
"There's nothing to be sorry for."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "If I were you, I would do the same."
The old man sighed, feeling the life slipping away, and said, "Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to ask you a few more questions."
Like Yu Sheng, Gu Zhuo was in a bad mood at the moment.
In order to prevent the situation from reaching its current state, he did a lot of things out of sight, but in the end it was still of no avail.
When that speck of light descended upon the earth, he was standing next to the old man. How could he not sense the destructive intent contained therein?
It reminded him of what it felt like to die.
very bad.
Very upset.
unhappy.
It was for this reason, as well as other more complicated reasons, that Gu Zhuo made a decision.
He took out a wooden box and opened it.
A ball of dark purple light floated out from it, and bloomed into a flower in the lights of the cabin that were swaying constantly due to the wind and waves, which was extremely gorgeous.
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
Gu Zhuo snapped his fingers, and the Tan Ye magic talisman sank into the old man's chest, temporarily replacing the huge hole.
The old man closed his eyes for a moment, then said, "About an hour."
A talisman above the ninth level bought him one hour of life, and it was just the minimum level of survival.
If we consider it from his perspective, it is undoubtedly worth it.
But this is obviously not worth it for Gu Zhuo.
The question is, how many things in the world are worth or not worth it?
"You're not the only one who wants to talk to me."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I also want to have a serious talk with you."
As he spoke, he turned and walked out of the cabin.
The old man followed.
At this time, the wind and rain at night were no longer so fierce, because the extremely huge cloud-like vortex was dissipating, and the moonlight and starlight were getting dimmer, plunging the world into darkness again.
Gu Zhuo held up his umbrella, looked at the faintly visible lights on the distant shore, and said indifferently: "Ask."
The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "Others may not know, but I am sure that when the fragment of the dojo appeared in the world tonight, it should not have caused such a huge phenomenon in the world. Why is that?"
Gu Zhuo said: "I'm surprised you're wasting your time on this kind of thing."
There was no trace of mockery in his tone when he said this.
Being calm as usual was even more mocking.
The old man is the leader of the Tianming Sect and one of the strongest people in the world.
Logically speaking, he should be a little unhappy at this time, but he was not.
On the contrary, his expression became more respectful, and there was even admiration in his eyes.
Gu Zhuo turned a blind eye and said, "Next question."
The old man thought for a moment and asked, "When did you discover that something was wrong?"
Gu Zhuo said: "From the moment you appeared."
The old man frowned, thinking that the White Emperor's realm seemed to be even higher than he had expected.
Then, after hesitating for a long time, he asked seriously: "Are you really Bai Nanming's junior fellow apprentice now?"
Gu Zhuo said: "Yeah."
At this point, the ship will dock.
There was no more talking on the boat afterwards.
The main reason was that the old man was unable to accept this fact, so he fell into silence and didn't know what to do.
After landing, the two boarded a carriage that had been waiting for a long time.
The coachman didn't say a word and drove the carriage out of the city according to the instructions.
The carriage was very warm and exceptionally quiet, making it more suitable for conversation.
After entering the carriage, the old man kept his head down and remained quiet, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Gu Zhuo ignored it.
The old man was accustomed to such silence.
Until one moment, he looked up at Gu Zhuo and said something very seriously.
"Before I ask you that question, I would like to briefly tell you about my past and what happened in the past hundred years."
(End of this chapter)