Chapter 269: He Slept in the Coffin You Slept in (7800 Words)
Chapter 269: He Slept In The Coffin You Slept In (7800 Words)
The night was as hazy as fog.
On Spirit Turtle Peak.
Outside Wang Xiu’s small courtyard, a group of people gathered here with anxious faces.
The sound of birds chirping and the apes and monkeys in the mountains were screaming endlessly, which was distracting.
Luo Binglan, Dugu Qingshang, and other Earth Immortal powerhouses were all there.
Ji Zidian sat under the tree, her eyes staring blankly at the closed door of the room, her beautiful eyes full of worry, even her expression was emaciated by a few points, I felt sorry for her.
Li Xuanqi said, “Don’t worry, he will be fine.”
Zhang Yuege also said, “Yes, what kind of character is big brother? Even the Demon Emperor can’t do anything to him, he should just be too tired!”
Upon hearing this, everyone was busy agreeing.
But how they heard it, they all felt that some of them were comforting themselves.
A battlefield of that level, they couldn’t even get close.
Wang Xiu was certainly a pride of heaven that far surpassed them, but after all, he was still young, and his realm had not reached that point, so if he intervened in it, how could he possibly get out in one piece?
Especially the final Underworld Emperor’s God Summoning Formation was so astonishingly powerful that it even summoned the spirits of the Quasi-Emperors.
No one dared to think about what price Wang Xiu had actually paid.
Zhuo Canglang was sitting on a wheelchair, he had already taken a large amount of holy pills, and even had immortal pills to heal his injuries, his body had already grown back, but his injuries were still far from good, he also appeared here at this moment, staring at Wang Xiu’s room with eyes full of worry.
He coughed twice and added, “If the Eldest Senior Uncle can’t do anything, push me in.”
Duo Qinglang’s face looked slightly different and said, “Senior brother ……”
Zhuo Canglang held up his hand to signal her not to speak and said, “Nothing can happen to the Saint Son.”
Dokgoo Qingshang shut her mouth.
……
Squeak!
Finally, the door to the room pushed open.
The Snow Ancestor walked out, her glistening white face filled with exhaustion.
She looked up at the crowd without saying much and directly told them the answer they wanted, “The Saint Son is unharmed!”
A chorus of relieved voices rang out in the courtyard.
The Snow Ancestor added, “Only, it needs to rest for a while!”
Ji Zidian hurriedly asked, “How long?”
The Snow Ancestor hesitated for a moment and said, “A short period of one hundred and eighty years, a long period of three to five hundred years, it’s impossible to say!”
These words came out.
The faces of all the people changed.
This was still called nothing?
The Snow Ancestor gave them a blank look and said, “With his cultivation at the YuanYing realm, he burned his lifespan to forcibly replenish the great formation, and eventually summoned a full 100,000 Ying Ling, and also sent them to reincarnate …… without being drained on the spot, which is already a sign that his roots are solid and far beyond normal people! If not for the protection of the Green Emperor’s Longevity Scripture, he would not have been able to hold out until he returned to Sanqing, and I’m afraid he wouldn’t have been able to survive on the way!”
In other words, even if it was a true saintly powerhouse that did what he did so much!
I’m afraid that it would also be a nine deaths!
Wang Xiu had truly retrieved a life!
Ji Zidian, Li Drunken Moon, and the others were naturally not satisfied with this result, and they spoke out, asking if there were any other ways for the Snow Ancestor to do so, and even if it was even more difficult, they were willing to try.
Ye Guhong said, “This is already a very good result.”
The crowd froze slightly, unsure.
Although this guy had always been cold and arrogant, he was very enthusiastic about Wang Xiu, how could he say such a thing now?
Ye Guhong did not explain, glanced at Wang Xiu’s room and turned to leave the crowd.
Li Drunken Moon said indignantly, “What do you mean ah him?”
Zhuo Canglang coughed and said, “Alright, all disperse!”
The majesty of the Sect Leader was different after all.
As soon as he spoke, the young disciples immediately stopped making noise and dispersed.
Ji Zidian was a little reluctant to leave, but in the end, he also left under Li Xuanqi’s persuasion.
……
Inside the house.
Wang Xiu, who still had his eyes closed, listened to the conversation outside and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Three to five hundred years?
You can just bury me directly!
Although Snow Joe’s judgment was right, it wasn’t all right!
Even the Snow Ancestor had difficulty gaining insight into everything inside Wang Xiu’s body.
Nowadays, his state was poor though.
But it wasn’t completely unconscious.
He had the Desolate Ancient Heaven Fighting Scripture to increase his physical body, and his physical activity had already increased his longevity, so his physical body was incredibly strong.
The Underworld Emperor’s Prison Suppression Scripture and the Daolord Supreme Divine Consciousness were able to act on his spiritual world again, restoring his soul power.
Recovering was far less difficult than what the Snow Ancestor thought.
“A year and a half …… is about right ……”
Wang Xiu murmured in his heart, but did not make a sound to retort, instead closing his eyes and sinking into his mind.
……
The outside of the small courtyard quieted down.
The wind blew quietly, the begonia tree swayed with the wind, and the fallen flowers were like white snow.
Zhuo Canglang said, “It’s been a hard day’s work for Elder Uncle Tai!”
The look of exhaustion on the Snow Ancestor’s face was even heavier, an unhealthy flushed color surfaced on her glistening white pretty face, and a trace of blood spilled out from the corner of her mouth.
Her breath instantly withered a lot.
The Snow Ancestor waved her hand and said, “This brat saved my life, now consider it returned to him.”
Her injuries were even more severe than Zhuo Canglang’s, only that they did not show on the outside.
If it wasn’t for a strand of true power from the Green Emperor’s Eternal Life Sutra protecting her body, she would have been unable to return to the heavens long ago.
After returning and not having the time to rest, she expended her energy to heal Wang Xiu’s injuries, so her injuries were compounded.
With a few moments of uncertainty, Dugu Qingshang asked, “Does Wang Xiu really have to sleep for that long?”
The Snow Ancestor was slightly silent and said, “His origin consumption is really too great, maybe …… it’s longer than I said.”
The wind was quiet.
Several people were silent.
Wang Xiucai was less than twenty years old, but now he might have to sleep for hundreds of years, it was really a cruel thing.
Liang Long.
Zhuo Canglang said silently, “It’s good to be alive.”
The Snow Ancestor sighed darkly and suddenly remembered something and said, “If there is a treasure that can warm up the origin, it might be able to make this time a little shorter.”
Dugu Qingshang frowned, “This kind of treasure is too rare and not very easy to find!”
Luo Binglan, who hadn’t said anything, suddenly opened her eyes and said, “There is!”
……
Spirit Turtle Peak’s back mountain.
Wang Xiu lay quietly in the white jade ice coffin.
The moonlight fell and landed on his face through the jade coffin, and his glistening white face seemed to be glowing, just like a jade carving, so perfect.
A faint spiritual glow floated around his body.
It was like a speck of dust in the sunlight.
Giving off a feeling of stillness and calmness.
As she looked at this scene, Dokuro Qing Shao suddenly uttered a sentence, “He slept in the coffin that you slept in, isn’t this also considered a kind of inheritance?”
Luo Binglan said, “I’ve been lying in this coffin for ten years, so I’ve stepped into Earth Immortality earlier than you, do you want to go in and lie down with my disciple, maybe I won’t dare to touch you when I come out?”
Dugu Qing Shao’s sword eyebrow slightly raised, a little angry, thinking to herself, what does you stepping into Earth Immortality have to do with lying in a coffin?
If it wasn’t for these few years.
Maybe you would have gotten to this point even faster.
But naturally, she wouldn’t say these words, that would appear that she was too much weaker than the other party.
Although the fight had been going on for so many years there had been no fight!
But she was never willing to admit defeat just like that.
Luo Binglan glanced at her and knew that she had misunderstood her meaning, so she explained, “I won’t make a move against my apprentice daughter-in-law.”
Dugu Qingshang froze and subconsciously glanced at Wang Xiu, who was lying in the coffin, looking good.
Two faintly invisible blushes flew on her face and she coldly hummed, “Nonsense.”
Luo Binglan sized her up and nodded thoughtfully, “That’s right, my disciple shouldn’t like it so flat.”
Dokgo Kiyoshi: “!!!”
“Surname Luo, I’m going to fight you one on one.”
“Forget it! It’s quite meaningless to bully you ……”
“Are you scared?”
“Ah yes yes yes, I’m scared alright! My disciple won’t hate you, okay?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“……”
The two bickered and fought all the way, drifting away.
Zhuo Canglang looked in that direction, and then looked down at Wang Xiu, who was not yet in the ground, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, “It’s okay master nephew, master uncle is still na, won’t let you expose your body to the wilderness, come …… master uncle to you to bury it on ah!”
Wang Xiu: “……”
The words fell, Zhuo Canglang raised his hand and waved, the coffin lid flew and covered the coffin.
……
Wang Xiu went into the ground.
This kind of news can’t be hidden even if you want to.
Soon, the entire Sanqing Immortal Sect knew about it.
It’s not even dawn yet.
A group of people came to the back of Spirit Turtle Peak in a group, looking at the lone fresh grave on the hillside, they couldn’t help but feel sadness welling up in their hearts.
“Woah – Senior Brother ah! Why did you just leave?”
Li Drunken Moon gave a knee without saying a word, hugging Wang Xiu’s tombstone with tears and snot falling furiously.
“That’s right! The last time I looked at it, it was still good, how did it so suddenly ah …… leave us this gang of brothers and left.”
Huang Yunchong also wowed directly howled out, crying sadly, by the way, from the space ring to touch out a few ghostly incense, lit ready to insert.
Seeing this scene, Ji Zidian was furious, stepped forward and kicked both of them to the ground, crossed her arms and said, “Crying? My senior brother is not dead, just sleeping.”
Li Drunken Moon froze, swept her eyes at the tombstone, and realized that what was written on it was indeed – the long-sleeping place of the Three Qing Holy Son Wang Xiu.
“Not dead? That’s good that’s good!”
Li Drunken Moon burst out laughing at once, busily getting up from the ground with a huge sigh of relief.
The crowd rolled their eyes as they listened to this.
Several people took turns to go forward and all spoke to Wang Xiu.
Perhaps it was because Wang Xiu never responded.
Soon everyone went silent, still not quite comfortable with this kind of communication.
The field was slightly quiet.
The breeze from the hillside ruffled the hair and robes of several people.
Gradually, the people dispersed.
Only Ji Zidian and Li Xuanqi remained.
Li Xuanqi suddenly said, “We’re leaving.”
Ji Zidian was slightly surprised.
However, she quickly realized that Li Xuanqi was the Holy Maiden of Mount Shu, so of course she had to return to Mount Shu.
Because she was worried about Wang Xiu, she had stayed here for a while.
Now there was a result.
Naturally, I won’t stay long.
Ji Zidian glanced at her and lightly bit her lip, “If Senior Brother makes a move, I’ll send a message to you.”
Li Xuanqi was slightly stunned and a bit surprised, then revealed a warm smile, “It’s fine even if you hide it from me, I’ll always get the news on the day of your wedding and come to snatch the wedding at that time.”
Ji Zidian’s eyes rounded, as if she didn’t expect the hallowed Holy Maiden of Mount Shu to say such words, her full breasts rose and fell slightly, humming, “You don’t want to think about it, I won’t let you have your way.”
Li Xuanqi laughed out delicately, her flowery branches trembling.
Even the wind looked mesmerized.
Staying in place, it ruffled the skirt of the beautiful woman.
A few fallen flowers drifted from the mountains in the distance.
The petals fell on Li Xuanqi’s shoulders and hands.
She twisted a piece and let go of it to let it float down the cliff, slowly saying, “After leaving today, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see it in the future?”
Ji Zidian naturally knew that the person Li Xuanqi wanted to see would never be himself, and said in slight silence, “Anyway, no matter how long it takes, I will wait.”
Li Xuanqi glanced at her and smiled faintly.
Turning around, he disappeared into the roiling petals.
……
The battle of the East Sea was a major event that concerned the entire human race.
Even though the people who saw it with their own eyes were only a few.
It still didn’t affect the fact that the details of the battle were being rumored.
“I heard that in the battle on Ying Demon Island, the person who ultimately saved the day was the Three Clear Sacred Son!”
“It’s unimaginable, he’s only a young heavenly pride no matter how demonic he is, how can he be effective on that kind of battlefield?”
“A frog in the bottom of a well! Who is the Three Pristine Saints, is he something we can imagine?”
“My master’s father went to the battlefield, and glimpsed the last scene from afar, that is, the Holy Son of the Three Pristine Ones was based on a side of the ancient array, dominated the ancient array, and recalled 100,000 spirits……. The end is spectacular to the extreme.”
“Right ah! Originally are dying, my human race this side of the strong people have been exhausted, if not the Three Qing holy son, I’m afraid that the end is really doomed.”
“If we lose this battle, I’m afraid that the entire Divine Land will be in danger!”
“……”
Everyone was talking, and the rumors were getting more and more outrageous.
Some people said that the Holy Son of the Three Purities was the reincarnation of an ancient great emperor, awakening his past life body at a critical moment and sweeping away the demon race.
There were also people who said that the background of the Three Qing Saint Son was unfathomable, and that there were real Immortals protecting him in the shadows, and that in times of danger, the Immortals would step in and suppress all enemies.
“So, the threat of Ying Devil Island, with truly lifted?”
“Ying Devil Island is gone, only a piece of ruin remains, I just went to see it some time ago, nothing is left.”
“The entrance to the Demon Realm is completely sealed! Now not a single devil can enter, and the world will be peaceful from now on!”
“Great! The Three Pristine Sacred Sons are great, they are the heroes of the entire divine land.”
“Heroes are naturally heroes …… It’s just a pity that heaven envies the heroes!”
Somewhere in an extremely lively tavern, a cultivator sighed.
Upon hearing this, the rest of the people hurriedly came over with a curious expression, “What’s going on?”
The acolyte said, “Haven’t you guys heard? The Three Pristine Sacred Son lost too much in that battle, and his injuries are so severe that he’s seriously injured and won’t be able to recover.”
When these words came out, they instantly caused an uproar.
“There is actually this matter?”
“This is too much of a pity! The Three Clear Sage Son is an unparalleled heavenly pride! If he could live, his future achievements would be limitless, enough to make the entire Southern Prefecture look up to him.”
“It’s normal that most of those with near-demonic talent since ancient times have a hard time ending up well.”
“Normal my ass, can an idle heavenly pride be compared to the Three Clear Sacred Son? This is the hero of my human race, if not for him, would you still be able to sit here and talk? He would have been chopped up and eaten by the Devil Race long ago, this is God being blind!”
Some people were so angry that they pounded the table, angrily disliking the person who spoke just now.
The rest of the people were also filled with righteous indignation, and the group was so excited that they immediately stunned the person who had just spoken and slipped out like a rat.
Just then.
A green light illuminated the street.
An old man in a green robe walked into the tavern and heard the crowd’s discussion, crying and laughing, “What’s all this? Who said that the Three Pristine Sacred Son is dead? He didn’t die, he was just too injured and fell into a deep sleep.”
The crowd was dumbfounded, “Is this true?”
The green-robed old man said, “How can this be false? I just came down from paying my respects on Spirit Turtle Peak!”
The crowd was busy saying, “Can we go?”
The green-robed old man said, “Of course we can, there is no limit on the Three Clear Mountain right now, as long as we don’t disturb the Three Clear Saint Son, everyone can go and pay their respects.”
The crowd then dispersed in a flurry.
……
There were still quite a few big events in the cultivation world these days.
For example, the headmaster of Shushan Mountain, Daoxuan Zhenzhen, was killed in a battle in the East China Sea, and a funeral was to be held. The Prime Cave Heaven and Earth Immortal powerhouse Senior Sikong died in a battle in the East Sea, and a funeral was to be organized.
There was also the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, the former head of the Mountain and Sea Cave.
There was even the Three Clear Immortal Sect, which also had an Earth Immortal fall.
It was also because of these news spreading out that more cultivators knew just how tragic this battle was.
The Earth Immortals that had gone had died.
In exchange, the entire Demon Race was wiped out.
Countless people were silent.
……
Mount Shu.
Immortal Cloud Peak.
Daoxuan real life do not like fame and fortune, indifferent to the wind and clouds, like to cultivate, funeral naturally also made extremely simple.
He died in the hands of the Devil Emperor, his body blood burned out, turned into a rain of blood in the sky.
No body.
Just buried with a crown.
The great figures of the cultivation world had all come, and all the great cave heavens had sent extremely important figures.
For example, the Teaching Preceptor Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain.
The status was roughly equivalent to Mount Shu’s Preceptor Peak Master.
There was also one of the three Deputy Pavilion Masters of the Mountain and Sea Cave Heaven, similar to the Deputy Patriarch, with an extremely high status.
For this highly respected old Heavenly Master who had died fighting demons with his body, all the Immortal Sects had shown enough respect.
Zhuo Canglang came in person.
Even though his injuries had not healed.
Among those present, the only ones who had arrived in person with the honor of an Immortal Sect’s Sectmaster were the Three Clear Immortal Sect’s family.
Everyone was shocked.
But once they remembered those rumors.
For example, Zhuo Canglang had been shouting godfather to Pipeline Xuan Zhenzhen for many years, and had even nearly abducted the former Holy Maiden of Mount Shu back then!
Then, he was also relieved.
……
The funeral went well.
Shushan is used to cloud burials.
It is rumored that the heavy building of the sea of clouds at the top of Mount Shu leads to a mysterious and unknowable place, infinite, which can make the deceased rest in peace, free from all the mundane disturbances of the world.
“Go well!”
The crowd looked at the piece of clothing that Daoxuan Zhenren often wore falling into the sea of clouds between the cliffs, and then with the wind from high above in the sea of clouds continue to sink and float until it disappeared, vaguely like someone stepping into the sky to ascend to immortality, and their hearts silently said.
Wow!
The cliffside suddenly had a strong mountain wind.
Two figures appeared here one after the other, looking at the sash floating in the depths of the sea of clouds, their faces changed slightly and said, “Where is the person??”
Their aura was powerful, transmitting a unique Immortal Dao flavor.
Looking out of the corner of their eyes, even the wind in the mountains didn’t dare to howl.
It was actually two Earth Immortal powerhouses.
Qing Ling Peak Master Li Hanqiu, who presided over the funeral, froze, “Two senior uncles, you’ve returned?”
The two Earth Immortals didn’t answer and continued to ask, “Cut the crap, where is Dao Xuan man?”
Li Hanqiu looked at the crown of clothing deep in the sea of clouds and did not speak.
The two understood what he meant, as if they had lost their souls, “Sure enough, I still came back late!”
Zhuo Canglang said, “It’s useless to come back early, godfather he didn’t die in Mount Shu! Rather, he died in the East Sea ……”
These words were naturally not well-timed.
The two of them looked over and stared at Zhuo Canglang, cold light flashing in their eyes as they said, “The battle of the East Sea, why did it come to this? Why didn’t you wait for us to come back before making your move?”
There was more than one crack in the Devil Realm.
There were just some big ones and some small ones.
Before the Battle of the East Sea.
About half a year.
The Eastern Wasteland, the Western Lands, the Northern Domain, and even the Central State had all suffered different degrees of demonic raids.
The frequency was high.
And the movements were so great that great killing karma was created in a very short period of time.
It is suspected to be a sign that the demon race is about to invade in a big way.
The domains themselves were not very peaceful, and when they encountered such a situation, it was even more difficult to cope with it, so they sent a signal to the Southern State to ask for help.
For this kind of thing.
It was naturally incumbent on the Great Immortal Sects to do so.
A large number of elites were dispatched.
Earth Immortal powerhouses even went to quite a few.
The Divine State was vast, and even though Earth Immortal powerhouses had amazing footwork and roamed recklessly in the void, aided by teleportation arrays, it still took a short period of time to traverse between different territories.
What’s more, it wasn’t like one could just go and come back.
They did kill quite a few Demons as well.
Yet, they didn’t expect the battle in the East Sea to break out so suddenly!
Zhuo Canglang looked at the two pairs of eyes that contained anger and said expressionlessly, “Can’t wait!”
Many factors in that great battle could indicate that.
It was definitely the most suitable time to attack, bar none.
Once it was delayed some more, any more variables would be a devastating blow to the Human Race.
The Devil Race was extremely ambitious, and their methods were even more amazing.
Even if the number of Immortals on this side of the human race is twice as many, if you really let the Devil Race is well prepared, all of them will only have one way to die!
……
This matter, at that time participated in that big battle people can prove.
So countless people came forward to dissuade them.
You spoke and I spoke, explaining things clearly.
The two Earth Immortals fell into silence.
At that time, they were still thinking when they were supporting outside, although the devil tribe came in a fierce manner, but there has not been any outstanding strong enemy, just giving people an …… illusion that a strong enemy will appear at any time, so that they do not dare to easily walk away.
Throughout the whole process, it is actually very smooth.
Now it seems that it should be that the group of devils on Ying Devil Island still has some connection with the devil world, and deliberately made the move of transferring the tiger away from the mountain.
……
The funeral was over.
Everyone dispersed.
Zhuo Canglang sat alone on a mountain rock, gently caressing the surface of that rock, suddenly remembering something, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In the beginning, it was here.
He had acted like a rogue, and piped Realist Xuan to ask for dozens of places in the Ancient Sacred Academy.
A scene was like yesterday.
Zhuo Canglang looked at the sun at the end of the sea of clouds and said, “Godfather, come back earlier, I’ll accept you as my godson.”
Speaking these words, Zhuo Canglang himself has not yet laughed, behind suddenly came a “pfft” laughter, very agile, like a silver bell.
Hearing this sound.
Zhuo Canglang trembled, reflexively looked back.
A green-skirted woman stood under the tree, with skin as white as jade, long hair like a waterfall, and long, slender legs.
She stood under the tree with her hands behind her back.
The smile was shallow but stunning, causing Zhuo Canglang to be stunned at once.
Seemingly noticing his line of sight, the woman quickly collected her smile and grunted with a very cold demeanor, “After so many years, you really are still this out of tune!”
Zhuo Canglang stared at her for a long time before he smiled and said, “After so many years, you are still so beautiful!”
The green-skirted woman was stunned, her lips mumbled slightly, “Don’t think I’ll forgive you if you say nice things.”
Zhuo Canglang smiled without saying anything.
The green-skirted woman added: “Why don’t you say you are sorry?”
From the beginning to the end of the funeral, Zhuo Canglang didn’t say a word about condolences.
This would have been the most desirable words on such an occasion.
But without careful observation, it should also be hard to find this.
Zhuo Canglang thought to himself that she was indeed still as meticulous as she had been all those years ago and twisted his head, continuing to look at the sea of clouds.
The sunlight fell on his body, pulling out a long shadow behind him.
“Words spoken have to be returned, I don’t want to hear those two words.”
……
The facts proved that even if Zhuo Canglang nowadays had cultivated into an Earth Immortal.
But a lot of things in this world still couldn’t be as good as he wanted them to be.
“My condolences, Sect Leader Zhuo!”
“My condolences, by the way!”
“My condolences, don’t be too sad!”
“……”
San Qing of course had to organize a funeral.
They had suffered equally heavy losses in this battle.
The Fire Ancestor fell, and Gong Shangyu, the head of the Sound Vein, was extremely sublimely sublimated, burning out his life with a song called Hundred Birds Toward the Phoenix.
Both died in an incomparably heroic manner!
But, was Zhuo Canglang sad?
It seems not.
He didn’t have a lot of sadness in his heart, all he had was openness.
This was of course partly due to the fact that he was no longer the same teenager he was back then, when he first heard the sad news of his masters and grandmasters dying in battle in the East Sea, he cried so much that he just felt like the sky had collapsed.
A more important reason was that he knew that those deceased people would eventually return.
Even though in the eyes of many, the ones who had rejoined were no longer the same as they once were.
But what did that matter?
……
The funeral of the Three Clear Immortal Sect lasted for several days.
The most lively place was not the Sitting Forgotten Peak where the funeral was held.
Instead, it was Spirit Turtle Peak.
The back of Spirit Turtle Peak had always been sparsely populated, but at the moment, it seemed to have become the most talked about attraction in the entire Three Clear Immortal Sect.
Every day, a large number of young men and women came here to worship.
Eager to catch a glimpse of the true face of the legendary Three Clear Sacred Son.
It is said that this Holy Son of the Three Pristine Ones, not only is his talent incomparable and rare in the world, but he is also a man of great beauty that is rare to see in the land of God for ten thousand years.
Even Immortals had to shake their heads when they looked at it!
But they were destined to be disappointed.
Wang Xiu was buried deep underground, and the only thing exposed on the surface was a stone tablet.
Nothing else.
“This isn’t fair to the Three Clear Saints!”
A fourteen or fifteen year old looking boy looked at Wang Xiu’s stone monument and said with righteous indignation, “How can a young hero like the Sanqing Saint Son die in such an uneventful manner?”
Beside him, a delicate and charming-looking young girl busily said, “What are you talking about, brother? The Three Pristine Saints are just sleeping, where did they die?”
The young man said, “Dormant is no good, it should be a sensational death!”
The young girl tilted her head and asked, “Brother, what do you want to do?”
The teenager thought for a moment and said, “At the very least, a character biography should be added to him! Record his outstanding contributions to the Human Race, lest the future generations forget!”
The teenager froze, not reacting for a moment.
Isn’t that thing called a character biography …… usually engraved on a tombstone?
The Three Pristine Saints are not dead!
As she was thinking, the sound of “swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish” came from beside her ear.
The young man had already found a piece of green stone and carved words on it.
Junior’s sword skills are good, out of the sword and fast and steady, only to hear the stone chips flying, not long …… that ten thousand pounds of green stone, has been written all over the words.
“Wang Xiu, the holy son of the Three Qing, his birth and death are unknown …… He lost both parents at a young age, lost his teacher as a teenager, and he was lonely, but he never complained about anything, but instead, he was full of enthusiasm for anyone …….”
“He is low-key and humble, obviously amazingly talented, but never openly expressed …… There was even a period of time when he was regarded as a disgrace by his fellow disciples and did not voice his defense …… But, it is gold that always shines! ”
“…… In the ancient sacred courtyard, he led the decline of the Three Qing Immortal Sect, swept the southern state one hundred and seven immortal doors, countless holy sons and daughters competing for folding, none of the resistance hand ……”
“In front of the God and Devil murals, he set a record that has not been seen in the past. ……”
“…… Even more powerfully thwarted the devil saints, destroying the devil conspiracy and saving countless human races!”
“Created the Soul Fighting Machine, changing the pattern of the Southern State ……”
“Leading the design of the Devil Suppressing City, with a talent that has never been seen before in the ancient world ……”
“In the battle of the East Sea, with the body of a Yuan Ying, a battle to seal the gods ……”
Spilling, tens of thousands of words, in one breath.
Without a trace of stagnation.
The young girl was surprised, and with a few moments of adoration, she said, “You’re awesome brother!”
The teenager shook his head and looked at the place where Wang Xiu was sleeping, “I just remembered a legend, and he …… is the one who created the legend!”
A piece of silence.
The evening breeze blew the robes of the teenage girl and filled the ground with the fragrance of grass.
The teenager said, “Sister, why don’t we burn incense for the Holy Son of the Three Pristine Ones?”
The teenage girl’s eyes were already moist and she nodded her head very seriously, “Uh-huh!”
The two of them moved with incomparable seriousness, lit the incense, and paid three obeisances in front of the Wang Xiu monument.
The teenager said very seriously, “Saint Son of Three Clearances, if there is a spirit in heaven, please bless me! I won’t let you down, I will definitely follow in your footsteps and become like you!”
[Ding!
[Detected someone bragging in the vicinity, congratulations to the host for gaining mana +25!
Then left.
Shortly after.
Ji Zidian came here, saw this scene, and was so angry that she was tickled, “Who is it again, how many times have I told you, senior brother is not dead, he is just sleeping, don’t incense don’t incense don’t incense don’t incense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The voice was sharp, and the sky was filled with thunder, it was scary.
Between the mountains, the siblings who had just left Spirit Turtle Peak heard the commotion and hurriedly ran away.
“Brother, did we make a mistake?”
“Nonsense, the Holy Son of the Three Purities was born divine, this is blessed by the Thunder God, what do you know.”
“Ow~”
“……”
……
Ji Zidian was helpless.
There was more than one pillar of incense in front of Wang Xiu’s monument, a densely packed one, and it was clear that too many people had done so!
She had also reacted with Zhuo Canglang, if she hadn’t removed that monument, this wouldn’t have happened.
But Zhuo Canglang’s response was, “If you don’t get a monument and mark the location, if that group of people stand on your senior brother’s head, will you accept it?”
The answer was naturally negative.
Ji Zidian couldn’t accept a bit.
As for the method of completely blocking off the back of Spirit Turtle Peak and not letting anyone else get close to this place, it had already been ruled out.
According to Li Drunken Moon and others who were familiar with Wang Xiu, Senior Brother Wang Xiu had always loved to be lively, and even if he was in a deep sleep, he must not want to be isolated from the world and not be able to feel the crowds.
And.
In Ji Zidian’s first attempt, when they isolated the place where Wang Xiu was sleeping.
Wang Xiu’s coffin board rattled for an entire night.
It expressed a clear protest.
The resolution was then repealed.
(End of chapter)