The sword rises

Chapter 1812 The world laments
The first thousand and eighty-two chapters of the world lament
Is Zhuge Haokong really dead?
At this moment, Liu Changsheng was at a loss, and even thought that Zhuge Haokong had really disappeared.

This is the cause and effect of the ages, involving the emperors!
If Zhuge Haokong was in his heyday, it might be possible to deploy, try it.But Zhuge Haokong was seriously injured, how could he do it?

Liu Changsheng walked into the bamboo house, locked himself in the house, and lowered his eyebrows in deep thought.

"Sir, you are really unpredictable!"

Liu Changsheng kept thinking about Zhuge Haokong's words before he died, but he didn't know if it was true or not.This is the layout?Or is it really dead?
Mo Yibai picked up a few pieces of clothes on the ground, and left Yuliu Mountain without a sound.Along the way, Mo Yi was speechless, and the years with Zhuge Haokong were constantly replaying in front of his eyes.

Back at the Tomb of Floating Life, Mo Yibai stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the starry sky.

The sky in the five states of the world gradually became brighter, and the treasures of the towns and clans of the major forces all returned to their original places.Everything that happened just now was like a big dream, making people feel extremely unreal.

"Mr. Zhuge, is he really dead?"

The old guys from all major forces looked up at the clouds, as if they saw the figure of Zhuge Haokong who was once proud of the world.

He alone can make the emperors of the ancient times bloom a little bit of demeanor, and fight the world again.

He alone can lay out millions of years, or even a longer era, which is hard to fathom.

Although he is not a great emperor, all the emperors fear him and call him "Mr."

"A person like him is hard to come by in millions of years."

This is the evaluation of Zhuge Haokong by countless great monks, respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"The karma involved in Mr. is too great, even with his ability, he can't escape the end of death."

In order to show their admiration for Zhuge Haokong, the strong men of hundreds of clans took the whole clan to mourn in silence and pray to God.

"Third Senior Uncle, are you dead? Impossible, Third Senior Uncle is so powerful, how could he die?"

In Fusheng's tomb, An Chusheng and others wept one after another, unwilling to believe this fact.

It took a full year for the weather in Dashi to return to its original state, and the light was seen again.

Liu Changsheng made a move to temporarily stop the change in Yunjie Mountain.As for how long it lasts, it depends on luck.No matter what happens in the future, at least the world is peaceful now and there is no turmoil.

In the Fusheng Tomb, Ye Yingxue came to the top of the mountain, saluted and said: "Master, is the third senior brother really dead?"

Mo Yibai didn't answer, just like a sculpture, motionless.

After a long time, Ye Yingxue choked up and said, "If possible, I would like to erect a monument for the third brother."

Mo Yibai's tone was extremely flat: "Let's talk about this matter after your ninth senior brother comes back!"

"Yes, Master." Ye Yingxue nodded and bowed: "This disciple has stepped back first."

Ye Yingxue knew that she still couldn't bear the beam of the Fusheng Tomb, so she didn't have any complaints.The death of the third senior brother was indeed a huge matter. If Ye Yingxue really took care of it, there would be no guarantee that there would be no accidents.

The third senior brother Zhuge Haokong has many causes and effects involved, even if he wants to erect a monument for him, it will arouse the wrath of heaven.With Ye Yingxue's strength, she can't fight against the Dao of Heaven, nor can she bear a sliver of karma from third senior brother Zhuge Haokong.

Ye Yingxue and the others did not dare to disturb Mo Yibai, and were silently sad.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Yibai clenched his right hand and said to himself: "Are you really dead?"

Feeling the aura of karma gradually dissipating through the ages, Mo Yibai's heart throbbed with pain.Only when the causal person really dies, the causal opportunity will disappear.Therefore, the fact in front of him is that Zhuge Haokong really sat down, leaving no trace of life.

At least, that's what's happening right now.

In Dashi Beizhou, Gu Hengsheng sat on the back of a black donkey, holding the rein with his left hand and holding a wine jug in his right.

Gu Hengsheng had a beard on his face, drank heavily, and his face was red: "I was originally in the clouds, but I am down in the mundane world."

If you don't realize the original way for a day, you can't ascend to the nine heavens.

Gu Hengsheng felt a lot of pain in his heart, and he didn't know who to confide in, who could understand.

Knowing that the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong was tortured so much that life would be worse than death, and even died in the end.Gu Hengsheng could only watch stupidly, but couldn't do anything.

"The Dao is three thousand, what is the origin? Is the eternal and ultimate swordsmanship really killing?"

Gu Hengsheng will not follow the same path as Bei Gongxin, if killing the world's people is the ultimate way of swordsmanship, don't worry about it.

Bei Gongxin didn't care about the world, or millions of creatures, but Gu Hengsheng couldn't do it.Because in this great world, there are still many people that Gu Hengsheng wants to protect.

"Bei Gongxin, because of you alone, the whole world is disturbed."

Gu Hengsheng drank while talking, hoping to numb himself with alcohol.

There is no absolute good or evil in the world, and there is no absolute right or wrong.It can only be said that only powerful people can protect the people and things they care about and fulfill their wishes.

"If I stand in Bei Gongxin's position, will it be the same?"

Sometimes, Gu Hengsheng would fall into a strange state of mind, as if he transcended himself and turned into a gust of wind, a drop of water, or a mountain.

Bei Gongxin was born with a disabled body, and was looked down upon and ridiculed by the people in the clan.The sky does not favor, the earth does not care, in such a situation, death is a kind of relief.

However, Bei Gongxin possessed an unimaginable Dao heart. He went against the sky all the way, practiced with a waste body, and created his own cultivation method.

Along the way, Gu Hengsheng traveled across mountains and seas like a drunk man, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

The black donkey carried Gu Hengsheng on its back without any complaints.As long as Gu Hengsheng said a word, even the black donkey would be fine.The journey was long, but the strange thing was that Gu Hengsheng didn't encounter any risks and passed without hindrance.

Perhaps, somewhere in the dark, someone is escorting Gu Hengsheng, so that Gu Hengsheng can realize the method of detachment from the Dao as soon as possible and see the source.

During this period of time, Gu Hengsheng often dreamed, and often saw the shadow of the third brother Zhuge Haokong in his dreams.Whenever Gu Hengsheng wanted to go forward to catch the figure of the third senior brother, Gu Hengsheng would wake up.

"Huh—" On this day, Gu Hengsheng woke up from his dream again and let out a long breath.

After traveling for many years, Gu Hengsheng found that he often had dreams recently, which was a bit strange.

Even if Gu Hengsheng sealed his cultivation base and Taoism, it is impossible to dream, let alone so frequently.

"Third senior brother, are you trying to guide me forward?"

Gu Hengsheng looked ahead and muttered to himself.

In the dream, the figure of the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong was very vague, but Gu Hengsheng could be sure that it was the shadow of the third senior brother.Because the figure in the dream has a familiar smell, it seems real and fake, like an illusion.

(End of this chapter)