Jiulian's brows knitted together, his handsome face filled with nervousness and helplessness. He thought for a long time, considered for a long time, and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he asked in a hoarse voice, "...You really don't hate me? Eighty-one human cultivators, sixty-four demon lords, and in the end, only I am left. You really... don't hate me?"
Mo Qing raised his hand and gently tapped the sword pattern between Jiulian's eyebrows. He said helplessly, "I'm almost out of my mind, why won't you say anything nice? How about, like we did thirty thousand years ago, you pretend to be a mortal knight and do justice, and I'll pretend to be a scholar and accompany you."
Hearing the words "soul-to-be-shattered", Jiulian suddenly fell silent.
Mo Qing said, "I am lucky to see you again at this time. Before you die, do you have anything to say to me?"
Jiulian raised his head. He was no longer the mighty master he had been thirty thousand years ago, nor was he the almighty master of Yuxiao Peak. His elegant and handsome face was filled with countless memories and longings. He asked, "Do the black and blue flowers of Qinzhou really bloom in winter and fade in spring?"
Hearing this, the handsome and elegant man was slightly stunned. After a long moment, he smiled and said, "Whenever you wish it to bloom, then let it bloom. If you become a god, the laws of heaven will be written for you; if you become a Taoist, the great Dao will point directly to the heavens. Venerable Jiulian, you should have such a heroic spirit and create the only god in the world!"
Thirty thousand years ago, the Qinzhou Mohist School first met.
"Are you the legendary Venerable Jiulian? I've heard you're knowledgeable about astronomy and geography, and proficient in alchemy and weapon refinement. Now, let me test you. Do you know when the black and blue flowers of Qinzhou bloom and wither?"
"It is like blooming in spring and withering in autumn."
"Everyone says that Venerable Jiulian is the most outstanding genius in the world. Seeing him today, I find he is no more than that. The black and blue flowers of Qinzhou always bloom in winter and fade in spring. They never compete with other flowers for beauty, and never follow the spring breeze."
"Hahahaha, what do I think? It's nothing more than a flower. I will make it bloom whenever I want it to. If I become a god, the laws of heaven will be written by me; if I become a Taoist, the great way will point straight to the heavens! I, the Venerable Jiulian, am the only god in this world!"
"You lunatic, you are quite interesting."
"You are quite interesting, too. May I ask your name?"
"My name is Qing, my surname is Mo, and I am the seventh child in the Mo family. You can call me Mo Qing."
Thirty thousand years ago, they had not yet experienced the test of time. One was pure and unrestrained, the other was unbridled and high-spirited.
And now, as his body began to gradually dissipate, Mo Qing smiled gently and asked, "Will you become this day?" His tone was relaxed, as if he didn't feel his body disappearing at all, nor did he feel the pain of his soul being torn away step by step.
Jiulian stared at him intently, without looking away, as if she wanted to remember the scene before her.
"I have already failed at this moment. Perhaps in this world, no monk can truly replace this day."
Mo Qing smiled: "Your descendants may be able to complete the dream that we have not completed."
Jiulian naturally knew who Mo Qing was referring to, but he didn't turn to look at the unconscious Luo Jianqing. Instead, he stared intently at his friend who was about to disappear. At this moment, no words were needed. A little light drifted from Mo Qing's body into the air. His smile was still gentle, his eyes still tolerant.
Suddenly, Jiulian stepped forward and grabbed his hand that was about to disappear.
Mo Qing was slightly stunned, only to hear Jiulian ask, "Are we...really just friends?"
Without hesitation, Mo Qing smiled and said, "Perhaps, we shouldn't just be friends..."
When the last word fell, a flash of light suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, the person with the gentle smile had disappeared. From that moment on, all my obsessions dissipated, and my soul was scattered between heaven and earth, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation, never to see the light of day. Mo Qing was truly no longer in this world.
Venerable Jiulian stared at his hand in a daze. A tear fell on his hand and spread out. It seemed as if he could still feel the warmth from before, but there was no room for recovery.
Time passes by.
When Luo Jian regained consciousness, everything had returned to normal. Mo Qiu was sitting against the cliff, his eyes closed, seemingly still asleep.
Luo Jianqing looked around, but Senior Mo Qing was nowhere to be seen. He didn't think much of it, but when he turned around, he saw that the skeleton had vanished from the platform without a trace!
"Senior?" Luo Jianqing asked softly with a hoarse voice.
The answer he got was the echo from the cliff.
"senior?"
Luo Jianqing called out a few more times, but still got no response. Instead, Mo Qiu was woken up by his call. Mo Qiu frowned, looking very unhappy. He said, "When did you hide a remnant thought in your storage ring? You are quite powerful, but a remnant thought can actually make me faint."
Luo Jianqing's body stiffened, and the words "Nine Lotuses Heaven-stealing Record" suddenly rang in his ears.
However, this was not the time for him to delve into the details. Luo Jianqing silently bent down and saluted towards the empty platform. Then he looked at Mo Qiu and said, "Since your ancestors are no longer here, let's hurry out and reunite with everyone."
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