"I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals..."
The murmured voice gradually disappeared in the sound of the wind.
Luo Jianqing raised his eyes, and such a quiet and peaceful world was reflected in his clear pupils.
Before his eyes were countless ordinary mortals who lived and worked in peace and contentment, growing up in a small and stable country and leading their own comfortable lives, with both sorrow and joy; behind him were a group of powerful men from the two races who practiced constantly in pursuit of immortality. They had experienced life and death throughout their lives, and to reach their current state, they had paid countless blood and tears.
Is it all worth it?
worth.
Those who cultivate immortality cultivate themselves first, and then become immortals.
That person said this to him on the first day he taught him the "Nine Lotus Original Mind Record".
But now, he felt that the man was wrong.
Are immortals necessarily better than humans?
If I don’t have you, what do I need this fairy for? What do I need this sky for?
Raging spiritual energy brewed and accumulated within Luo Jianqing. Du Jue Tianlao watched the scene from afar, a white unicorn horn in hand, ready to strike. Behind Du Jue Tianlao, many cultivators and demonic beasts wisely fled. If a battle of this magnitude reached them, they would be annihilated in an instant.
A rich, inky color gathered in Luo Jianqing's pupils. His long hair swayed without a breeze, and silver lightning crackled from his Frost Floating Sword. However, just as his spiritual power was about to soar to its peak, a clear sword chant echoed from the longsword in Luo Jianqing's right hand. Luo Jianqing's entire body trembled, and the spiritual power that was about to burst out was suddenly suppressed.
The young monk in green slowly lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the sword in his hand.
The next moment, in the biting cold wind, everyone heard the blue-robed monk suddenly cry out in pain, his right hand tightly clenched around a sword.
Even thirteen years later, all the cultivators and monsters present could not forget this scene.
What kind of sorrow could make such a great and powerful person cry to the point of collapse and despair?
Over the next three years, Elder Du Juetian repeatedly attempted to attack the blue-robed cultivator, but was thwarted. The two were equally matched, just like the two peerless masters who had fought a terrifying battle at the Cliff of Broken Love. If one side didn't achieve a breakthrough, the war would never end.
In the third year, Du Jue Tian Lao temporarily stopped his activities. Because one day, when he took out a great treasure of the demon clan and was about to use it to defeat Luo Jianqing in one fell swoop, he saw Luo Jianqing take out a green bead from his ring.
Du Juetian Lao's eyes narrowed and he exclaimed in surprise: "Yin Ji's demon pill!"
In an instant, the most stable Tianqing Pohai Formation in the world was formed around this young man!
The peerless demon elixir was actually only used to set up a defensive formation! This is unheard of and unbelievable anywhere else, but it happened on this cliff of broken love.
Luo Jianqing had no intention of fighting Du Jue Tianlao any longer, and Du Jue Tianlao, despite all his efforts, was unable to break the Tian Qing Po Hai Formation. Therefore, Du Jue Tianlao had no choice but to deploy more men to guard the Broken Love Cliff, setting up formations one after another to prevent Luo Jianqing from escaping.
Thus began a long decade.
Day after day, a peerlessly handsome monk stood atop the Cliff of Broken Love, gazing into the distance. Between his brows was an eight-petaled blue lotus, and in his right hand was a slender, icy sword. Clad in blood-stained green robes, he stood silently atop the cliff, never moving an inch, like a statue, regardless of wind or rain.
In the first year of these ten years, the Feihua Sect, which was closest to the Broken Love Cliff, sent people to take a look.
The disciple who came at that time was still an old acquaintance of Luo Jianqing. Fairy Minghua was still as pure and elegant as she was a hundred years ago. She stood in the distance, bowed respectfully, and said, "Friend Luo, it's been many years since we last met, and many things have changed."
Luo Jianqing didn't even look at her, and she didn't get angry. She just sighed and turned away.
The next year, Guiyuan Sect also sent people.
Fozi Yuchen was dressed in red, his fair, clear face beaming with smiles. He walked to the side of the Tianqing Pohai Formation, performed a monk's salute, and, looking at the thin young man before him, said with a smile, "I came with joy, and I will leave with sorrow. My journey through this world is in vain. It would have been better if I had not taken this journey at all, with neither joy nor sorrow. Fellow Daoist Luo, do you regret it now?"
When he heard this voice, Luo Jianqing's fingers holding the Xuanling Sword finally moved a little, but he still did not turn around to look at the Buddhist disciple, nor did he answer his question.
The Buddhist disciple smiled faintly, but didn't turn away. He sat cross-legged behind Luo Jianqing and began to silently recite the Lotus Sutra. He stayed with Luo Jianqing in the cold wind for a hundred days, giving him a hundred days' worth of scriptures, then performed a monk's ceremony and turned away again.
In the third year, people from the Demonic Palace also came to visit.
The current Palace Master of the Demonic Palace, Yunxiang, came with the left protector Qin Guihe. Yunxiang was no longer as arrogant and willful as before. She walked behind Luo Jianqing, looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at his always straight back.
Yunxiang said coldly, "Let's go."
Qin Guihe asked in surprise, "Are you leaving now?"
Yun Xiang's calm voice came from behind Luo Jianqing: "He's hiding in the Tianqing Pohai Formation and abandoning himself. What can we do?"
Luo Jianqing's eyes moved.
After the fourth year, people from Taihua Mountain began to arrive one after another.
Three years ago, Hao Xingzi organized a manhunt that resulted in the deaths of many powerful individuals. The Broken Soul Sect, the Divine Sword Sect, and the eight great families joined forces to revolt against Mount Taihua. It took a full three years for Mount Taihua to recover, but it was still far from its former glory, its prestige shattered, and it no longer held the imposing presence that once dominated the righteous path.
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