She is Jianxiu

Chapter 512 Five Hundred Eleven Falls
In the letter, a thin page of paper was wrapped with a stone page as thin as a cicada's wing.

On the top of the stone page, there are only five seal scripts to be given to those who are destined, and below it is the condensed experience of swordsmanship. Zhao Chun carefully put it away before reading the letter again.

Not long after, she was taken aback, this letter was not written for future generations.

It said:
"My lord, I have been running around to avoid enemies earlier, and I was lucky enough to get a place to live in the fairy city. I am grateful for the great love.

At that time, when the old traitor Xin Qi died, his confidant's serious troubles had been eliminated, and the Liutai School was no longer to be feared. Now that the blood feud after years had finally come to an end, Gu Jiu felt relieved, but also worried.

Going to Tu Zong to exterminate the family is not tolerated by the Zongmen's righteous way, and it is dangerous. There are nine out of ten times when bones are buried in Liutai. .

After Liutai's catastrophe, Gu Jiu has long been a desperate man, and there is nothing to fear when he dies, but the clumsy thorn has nothing to entrust, so he may die well.Every time I think about this, I can't sleep all night, and I am alarmed by nightmares, feeling extremely painful.

Zhuo Jing is pure and kind but ignorant, he doesn't know the five grains, he doesn't know right from wrong, he has no blood relatives to take care of, no friends to communicate with, and because he is afraid of strangers, he doesn't show himself in front of others for many years. Knowing the existence of Zhuojing, Venerable Wanwang gave her shelter so that she could enjoy the rest of her life in peace.

And if this matter will hinder His Holiness, please also entrust Zhuojing to Gu Jiu's old friend, Chen Yunqian from Duyingshan Yuheng Sect.

This trip was close to death, and he didn't dare to get out of his body, so he had to entrust his wife in front of the battle, and cut off his tender thoughts.Life should come back, death should be lovesickness, but please tell Zhuo Jing, the venerable, that if you go to death now, you don't have to worry about Gu Jiu, life and death are in harmony, and you will talk to Zi Cheng in the next life.

Gu Jiu's last words. "

Every word is sincere and every sentence is full of affection. If you haven't seen today's last letter, it will be hard to imagine that a person as proud and upright as Gu Jiu would have a moment of tenderness for his wife.

And if, as Venerable Dehe said, his wife is a mortal, then after all these long years, she may have already become a handful of loess, and Gu Jiuxin also said that she doesn't know things, doesn't distinguish things, which makes it even more embarrassing The identity of this person became confusing.

Zhao Chun turned over the letter paper, there were several lines of small characters on the back, under the words a small image was formed, not detailed, but extremely vivid.

The woman in the painting is only half-length, and her face is soaked in ink, making it a mess. Zhao Chun tried to use the ink-pushing technique, but failed. It can be seen that the person who painted the portrait deliberately blurred her face.

She stared intently at it for a few moments, and for some reason, although she had never seen the facial features and faces clearly, she felt very familiar. It made people feel that the woman in the painting was quiet and gentle, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Zhao Chun was very surprised, just a simple small portrait outlining his body shape gave people a simple and real sense of intimacy, even most monks don't have such temperament, how can mortals really be like this?

With doubts in her heart, she moved her eyes to the small characters, which roughly meant to ask Venerable Dehe to hand over the sword stone token, that is, the small sword of Huijing, to someone who appreciates and trusts him, not what Dehe said, Handed over to the descendants of Gu Jiu Tongzong.

Presumably Gu Jiu at that time also had a hard time thinking that there would be people who ascended from the Lingzhen sect, after all, they also entered Chongxiao by relying on other methods.

And Dehe may not necessarily have read this last letter. According to other people's words, it can be known that the soldiers of the immortal gate came to the city that day. After he broke his arm and proved himself, he never entered the Xuanhong Pagoda, let alone opened the sword stone and read Gu Jiu. Letters left.

Even so, Huijing Xiaojian ended up in Zhao Chun's hands by accident, as if there was some theorem in the dark, and the deviated things were brought back on track.

"Gu Jiu's sword intent is astonishing, and I've learned swordsmanship from him. Now that I have gained this experience in the way of swordsmanship, I think I've gained a lot." She sighed, carefully put away the letter, and then put away the fallen square stone. Fill it in, and countless sword cultivators will come here admiringly. Before the sword intent dissipates, it will also burn the last residual heat for Dingxian City.

When Gu Jiu set up the sword stone, did he already think of today's situation?

Zhao Chun got up and walked out, only to come out of the pagoda to meet Qingyang, it happened to be a starry night, and suddenly saw a dim star throwing a long ray of light towards the horizon, and then disappeared.

The solemn and stirring sound of the bell ringing in the city also echoed the scene. It was the death knell, also known as impermanence, which was exactly opposite to the birth clock of the newborn.

And there are only a few people who can make Dingxian City hit the death knell when it falls.

"Yes..." Qingyang was slightly taken aback.

"Master Dehe." Zhao Chun responded.

This is the first time she has witnessed the death of Venerable Waihua. When he was alive, he was powerful and powerful, but at the moment of death, he still couldn't get rid of the long silence and desolation...

That's why thousands of monks are eager to seek and transcend immortality.

The sound of the death bell rang into his ears, and Dingxian City, which was already panic-stricken, fell into endless fear. Zhao Chun followed the place where the stars fell, and suddenly his eyes moved. In the sky full of stars, he found a newborn star. Faint, but not to be ignored.

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat. This is the way of alternation of old and new, and the ethics of all things are constant.

……

In the wild ancient land, I saw a person staggering, with a sword walking in the air, thousands of miles of loess under his feet, and ravines undulating!

Behind him was an old man with a wide robe and long sleeves. He was tall and thin, and his eyes were shining brightly. At this moment, he was chasing after him. It’s been used up, and a new one hasn’t been refined yet, otherwise it would have already been obtained.”

He pursed his lips and looked at the fleeing people, and shouted: "You Long, you are only able to hold on in my hands until now with the help of the treasures of your master, and the power of externalization is something that you, a real baby, can't stop , It’s not too early to catch him without a fight, so he will suffer less!”

The woman in front of her paused, then stopped suddenly, glared at her and said, "How can I, an upright monk, work hand in hand with evil spirits? I can't do anything to you, but you can't kill me either. What are you afraid of!"

Xie Jing stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen tightly, this is because he was hit by evil cultivators earlier, his stomach was pierced by a strange formation that he had never seen before, and he didn't know what kind of magic was cast in it, until now he is still bleeding, I'm afraid It has already hurt the viscera.

Three inches below the navel is the dantian. If it wasn't for my keen spiritual sense, I would have avoided it immediately, and the one who was penetrated would be regarded as the foundation of my practice!

Hearing this, Tiantong felt a little uneasy on his face, he swept his eyes to look at the wound, and suddenly raised his eyes and said: "Although this trip is based on capturing alive, but if you are obsessed with obsession, I will take your head back, and you will be able to do the same." Let's see how long the treasure on your body can protect you!"

He pointed with two fingers, Xie Jing suddenly felt sluggish, there were many figures in front of his eyes, he had to quickly pick up the orb in his hand to gather his thoughts.

　In the future, it should always be later, earlier and earlier, and the time should be staggered, otherwise the eyes will be a little bit unbearable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)