Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 391 The Final Destination of Jianghu

Snow Moon City,
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. Stars appeared in the daytime, and then the night fell and a big sun rose high. In just a short moment, day and night alternated back and forth countless times.

Such an astonishing movement naturally attracted the attention of the people in Xueyue City. Now the Drunken Immortal and the Spear Immortal were both in Xueyue City. Seeing this situation, they both appeared on the top of Dengtian Pavilion at the same time.

"How is this going??"

Sikong Changfeng looked up, trying to find the source of the strange phenomena in heaven and earth, but after searching for a long time, he still found nothing.

Baili Dongjun was holding a wine gourd in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face. If it had not been a rainy day, he would have thought that the rapid flashing was a bolt from the blue, illuminating the world. However, like Sikong Changfeng, he could not find the source of the abnormality.

"The stars appear in the daytime, and the day and night overlap. If you and I were not here, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a day!!"

On a mountain top not far from Dengtian Pavilion, a blurry figure snapped his fingers and a beam of light shot towards the man lying on the ancient pine tree.

"I have been in Taoism for eighteen years. I have seen the beautiful mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, the magnificent scenery of the human world, the love and hatred in the world. For people, the only thing in the world that cannot be let down is love."

"The little Taoist priest really knows a lot!!"

The man turned over, stretched out his palm, and shook his ten fingers. A stream of light was swimming in his palm like a fish, and his eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

"Beauty has always been like a famous general, and she is not allowed to have gray hair in the world!"

When they first met, she was more beautiful than flowers, and he was in love with her at first sight. Today, holding hands, she is still as beautiful as a painting, and he has never despised her, but she has barriers in her heart.

"I'll make you a promise. As long as it doesn't violate my moral principles, I won't shirk my responsibility!"

Li Changsheng was silent for a moment, looking at the shadow that was already shaky, or seemed to be about to disappear in the next moment, he said solemnly.

Although the stream of light in his hand was just a breath of air and not precious at all, the artistic conception contained in it was unique in the world.

Looking back over the past few hundred years, the martial arts world is reshuffled every twenty years. As the old and the new take over, talented people continue to emerge and dominate an era.

But it seems that no one can reach the level of this young Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain. Time is like a knife, which sometimes cuts not only the aging body but also the lofty spirit in the heart.

Watching the people around me grow old one by one, I feel a sense of powerlessness and loss. In this vast world, it seems that the people I walk with are decreasing one by one, and in the end, I am the only one left. That kind of loneliness is the knife that cuts down those geniuses.

And this artistic conception of time is like a good medicine, or a tonic, that can prolong life.

If the Emperor of Beili knew about this, he would probably mobilize the entire country to punish him. After all, no one is not afraid of death, but some people have not yet understood what life and death are.

When I woke up today, I saw the sun shining all over the earth, the flowers blooming dazzlingly, the waves rolling in the sea, and the white cranes singing above the mountains. Everything in the world is renewed, and the heaven and earth have a new rhythm, just like the human pulse. Between the beats, the true meaning of the word "life" is highlighted.

"Sikong Changfeng has a daughter. I think she is very good. She and Emperor Mingde's sixth son Xiao Chuhe are rushing back from the East China Sea. Maybe she will go back to Xueyue City."

Li Changsheng was a little surprised.

Sikong Changfeng was his disciple, and he had naturally seen the little girl Sikong Qianluo. Her talent was indeed good, but it should not be as good as what Zhao Shou said. However, once something was said, it was like water spilled, and he would naturally not take it back.

He already understood what Zhao Shouyi meant by this. He was just asking him to teach Sikong Qianluo something when he returned to Xueyue City. "With your current state, it shouldn't be a problem to teach Qianluo that girl, right?"

Li Changsheng replied casually, and it seemed that he wanted to find out the truth.

"I don't know how to use a gun."

Zhao Shouyi's figure flickered and began to disappear with the wind. When he came, he alarmed most of the world, but when he left, he did not alarm anyone.

Although what Zhao Shouyi said was true, Li Changsheng still heard the joking in Zhao Shouyi's tone. When they reached their level, martial arts were everywhere in the world. All realms had the same destination, and the same was true for martial arts.

"I think you just want to be lazy, but in some things, you are more decisive and ruthless than me. Aren't you afraid that you will regret it one day?"

Li Changsheng shook his head.

He lived for two hundred years. During these two hundred years, he not only mastered the best martial arts in the world, but also dabbled in many fields, including divination.

Actually, there is one thing that Zhao Yuzhen said was right at the beginning. There are two marriage lines on Sikong Qianluo, one is with the royal family of Beili, and the other is with Qingcheng. But now, a little Taoist priest has raised the sword of wisdom. Should we say that the little Taoist priest is cruel or ruthless?

"That girl Qianluo shouldn't have done anything out of line, right?"

"Everyone has his own destiny. Perhaps this destiny should have been with me, but I have the power to refuse it. After all, the martial arts world is what they yearn for, and the court will eventually become their destination."

"To me, such a marriage is ultimately just a hindrance and has no effect at all. Besides, I would rather destroy ten temples than a marriage. Since we are destined to be together, why should we seek other variables?"

Li Changsheng shrugged his shoulders when he heard what Zhao Shouyi said. Everyone has their own destiny. Since Zhao Shouyi didn't want this marriage, there was no need for him to force it. However, in his opinion, he might be able to guess some of Zhao Shouyi's thoughts.

A strong person would not bother to fight for such a fate of having two wives in one life, as that would make them look cheap. Moreover, those who have a great state of mind would not waste too much time on such matters of love.

Just as the more powerful the moves, the simpler the attack. To put it in one sentence, force can defeat skill. The enemy cannot resist even the simplest attack.

In fact, he prefers this kind of attitude towards emotions, which is simple and direct, and does not allow any indecision. If the girl he likes has other ideas, it means that their fate is over and there is no point in getting entangled.

“It’s just a pity”

"Is it a pity?"

The lingering sound dissipated with the wind, and along with it, Zhao Shouyi's illusory figure. However, Li Changsheng thought about the last three words Zhao Shouyi left behind, and suddenly smiled.

"It's a pity, what a pity. The little girl from the Changfeng family may never know what the choice she made means."

"Everyone has his own destiny, everyone has his own destiny!!"

"Has the final destination of the Jianghu remained unchanged?"

(End of this chapter)