The Sword Named No Way Out - Chapter 64

Just like that, Kitagashi Kamisami ascended.

Mirror Immortal’s worries did not seem to be true, because although the **** was destined to kill, he hated war and bloodshed. So after he ascended, he immediately did a big thing, which can be called unprecedented—

He gathered all the weapons from all over the world, sold them and turned them into golden water, and cast them into a huge bronze statue standing upright, named Sifang Soldiers, and buried them in the deep stream of the far north.

At the same time, he also sent down an oracle, as long as any common people in this world were killed by swordsmanship or any house was destroyed by war, he would, with the honor of a god, bring down a thunderstorm and smash the king who started the war to pieces.

No **** has ever issued such a decree, because it requires too much divine power, and it is tantamount to bringing the entire human world into the scope of its own restrictions. However, Beiyuan Shangshen insisted on going his own way. He devoted all his energy to this matter, and soon achieved remarkable results: there were no soldiers in the world, the smoke of the war suddenly went out, and the two countries that had been hostile for many years were forced to disband their armies. The people have ushered in a long-lost peace.

The bones by the Wuding River were restrained, and the general returned to his hometown after a hundred battles. Men plow and women weave, recuperate, the withered farmers gradually recover, and the smoldering land finally returns to Heqinghaiyan.

At the beginning, people sang praises and praises, and incense believers spread all over the world.

But as time passed by in a hurry, different voices began to appear in the great harmony of the world.

“Why can people from neighboring countries occupy a land with abundant water, grass and good weather, while we are plagued by wind and sand, migrated repeatedly, and work hard but can only eat?”

“Why can neighboring countries buy our spices, goat’s milk and salt for a small amount of money, while our cattle and sheep die in batches in drought, and the rice and grain sold to us are so expensive?”

“Why do the monarchs extort money and tax so that the people are exhausted, but we have to swallow our anger, and the emperors and generals have a kindness?”

…

Whether it is between the two countries, or within the ruling and opposition parties of the two countries, there are more and more anger and injustice, and the conflicts and frictions are becoming more and more acute, but everything is forcibly suppressed under the absolute oracle.

Finally one year, there was a severe drought in the upper reaches, burning thousands of miles. A tribe with all their cattle and sheep dead rushed into the border market, looted all the rice, flour and grain, and killed more than a dozen businessmen who came to stop them while fleeing. The business group, which had been feuding for a long time, immediately organized troops, picked up iron catalpas and hatchets, went back and hacked to death the women and children behind the tribe.

When the first drop of hot blood splashed out, no one could have imagined that it would kick off the prelude to the subsequent battle of annihilation involving millions of corpses.

Soon, the border dispute was like a spark falling on the grassland in the dry season, quickly igniting a continuous fire. The tribe with red eyes burned by hatred quickly polished machetes and spears, and slaughtered several villages on the border with iron hoofs; When the raging fire burned the night sky, the head of the tribal leader was planted on the flagpole, and the eagle also spread the mourning cry across the land; the iron hooves of revenge gathered like a torrent, completely breaking the precarious frontier.

Mountain after mountain, city after city. The land fell steadily, and the flames of war ignited again. When the monarch panicked and ordered the prohibition of fighting and the destruction of weapons, the people who had already been enraged rose up from all over the place.

The flames of war finally alarmed Kitagaki Kamisami.

Beiyuan Shangshen was very angry. He hated war so much that he sent down nine lightning calamities in a row to show the world the severe consequences of violating the oracle.

But this time the people did not appreciate him.

Everyone feels unfair, and everyone wants to fight back. People in both countries are filled with righteous indignation, eager to avenge the blood of their compatriots, and want to take up arms for survival and justice.

No matter which side thinks that Kitagaki’s oracle is only to protect his enemies, otherwise this unfair status quo would not have happened from the beginning.

“What’s the use of worshiping the gods? The gods give the neighboring countries good weather, but we can only curl up on the barren land!”

“If the flood really happened that year, the neighboring countries would have been defeated by us long ago. If they are unified today, the world will definitely be prosperous and peaceful!”

“Those cultivating immortals and becoming gods don’t care about our lives!” The voice became more and more shrill, and the complaints became more and more extreme: “The grace of water control? Where did the grace of water control come from? Do you still remember that tens of thousands of people cried Kneeling him for seven days?”

“—Seven days! Just looking at how many people begged him so much that his head was smashed!”

“The original intention was not pure, it was just for my own ascension!”

…

Criticism by word of mouth and writing goes straight to heaven.

Beiyuan Shangshen was alone, sitting quietly in the empty hall, until a ghostly voice with a smile came from the underworld:

“See, this is a human being.”

“The tiger’s poison does not eat its offspring, but humans eat their offspring; crows know how to feed back, but humans repay their kindness with revenge; everything in the world hunts for food, and only humans hunt indiscriminately for pleasure.”

“The flowers, leaves and plants in the world are worth it, the birds and beasts are worth it, and the mayflies and ants are worth it. Only people are worth it, and people are not worth it.”

“…” Kamisami Kitagaki finally let out a hoarse voice: “Who are you?”

The smile in that voice deepened, and he said, “I am Prince Onigaki.”

All the peach blossoms in the heavens bloomed overnight.

The God of Beiyuan completely fell into the trap of killing, summoned the Quartet Soldiers hidden deep in the extreme north of the earth, endowed it with powerful divine power, made it his incarnation, and wiped out the greatest scourge in the world-human beings.

Thus broke out the war of annihilation.

All the following trends are consistent with the legend of the ghost prince welcoming the teacher:

Jingxian fulfilled his blood oath to kill Beiyuan, and Prince Ghost intercepted him;

Dongtian and Beiyuan, the two gods in the **** battle, had no choice but to bet on the position of the gods;

Soldiers from all directions slaughtered almost all the monks, leaving only the giant Xuan Jinghe alone in the world.

The three major battlefields in the sky and the ground will eventually return to one place, which is Tianmen Pass.

On this cold and vast plain, Xuanjinghe and the Mieshi soldiers died together, helping Dongtian win the bet for the position of the gods, and the soldiers immediately ascended to replace Beiyuan.

Beiyuan was banished and reincarnated as a human being, and the God of East Heaven stored his evil thoughts together with the remains of the soldiers who destroyed the world, and sealed them into the center of the earth with his own hands.

Beiyuan soared in the torrential rains and floods, and fell in the burning and drought.

He became a **** to quell all wars and bloodshed, but in the end he brought the greatest catastrophe and death in history.

This perverted fate was repeated in one thing only—he became a **** for saving the lives of thousands of mortals, and the man who replaced him became a **** for saving the lives of thousands of mortals.

Xu Shuangce’s eyes fell on the last line of ink on the silk script, and he finally understood why the third person who was present when Beiyuan ascended did not appear in the narrative, because he recognized the signature.

The one who wrote down this text was the Eastern Heaven God himself.

The beginning and the end of the matter have finally come to light.

When they were ordinary people thousands of years ago, Dongtian and Beiyuan were friends. Together they suffered disasters and flood control, died together, ushered in the mirror fairy together, and finally ascended to gods at the same time—however, Bei Yuan was the only one who gave birth to a killing obstacle in the process of flood control, so their fate after ascension was completely opposite.

Beiyuan Shangshen was tempted by the ghost prince and fell into a murderous obstacle, determined to eliminate the mortals he considered to be the scourge.

The God of East Heaven was assisted by Jingxian to protect the world, and defeated Beiyuan with a bet on the throne in the battle of annihilation.

Maybe it’s because of years of close friendship, maybe it’s because of sympathy, maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to forget the real reason for his friend’s ascension and fall… After Dongtian God left this written record for himself, he went down to earth with Beiyuan and was reincarnated as this Ying Kai, the leader of the Immortal Alliance in the first life, and Xu Shuangce, the master of Cangyang.

His original intention should be to supervise his friends to prevent the recurrence of killing obstacles. But no one thought that Xu Shuangce’s killing obstacles were so serious that even today he has not polished them off.

This paper full of ink seems to have some kind of magical power, releasing the pain, struggle, resentment, blood and tears of Beiyuan thousands of years ago through one stroke, grabbing Xu Shuangce’s mind.

“Natural disasters are coming, how can you see that death is not as good as pigs and dogs!”

— That was clearly not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster caused by stealing the river.

“What about water control? From the very beginning, we ordinary people begged him to come out!”

—Everything in the world must have a cause and effect, and the evil of war should not be attributed to one person forcibly.

“He is purely for his own ascension!”

—”Have you seen it, Beiyuan Shangshen?” The smiling voice sounded from the void again, low and treacherous: “If there are no people in this world, how prosperous will everything be, Haiyan Heqing?”

“…”

Xu Shuangce closed his eyes, and dug his fingertips deeply into his hair.

At this moment, a burst of deliberate light footsteps came from outside the hall, passed through layers of sealing circles, and sounded from Xu Shuangce’s spiritual consciousness, followed by Wen Xiuyang’s respectful and cautious voice: “Sovereign, in response to the visit of the lord, he is already in Xuanji Hall gone.”

Xu Shuang made a move.

“Leader Ying said… I have been contacting you in Daishan these days, but I have never heard back, so I had no choice but to come to visit in person. The disciples who guarded the mountain did not dare to stop them. I saw that Lord Ying went up to the Xuanji Hall with a sword without waiting to be notified…”

Xu Shuangce exhaled the hot air in his throat, opened his eyes and said calmly, “Got it.”

He put away the silk scroll and restored the bronze lock box. After hesitating for a moment, he put it back in his robe sleeve, then got up and went back to the inner room. Gong Wei was still sleeping soundly in the soft pillow of the high bed, sleeping carefree, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

There seemed to be a fragrance of Hatsumomo when the ice and snow melted in his breath, which miraculously washed away the last trace of anger and pain remaining thousands of years ago. Xu Shuangce stared at him, as if wanting to seize every moment and imprint that face into his soul.

After a long time, he bent down and silently kissed Gong Wei’s brow and heart, then stroked his temple hair for a long while, then put down the bed curtain and walked out of the room without looking back.

The gate of the Forbidden Hall was finally opened, Wen Xiuyang bowed his head and waited outside, only to see Cangyang Sect Master, who had not shown himself for many days, descending the stairs. Xu Shuangce, who was always neatly dressed, was only wearing his inner robe at the moment, with the collar buttons undone, and said calmly, “Let’s go.”

Wen Xiuyang didn’t dare to think about it, he lowered his head and followed Xu Shuangce forward, when suddenly he heard a sound from the entire forbidden hall behind him: Hum—

He looked back.

I saw countless forbidden curses on the eaves, walls, and stone pillars of the palace automatically lit up as Xu Shuangce left, as if coating the entire hall with a layer of golden light, and then melted between the bricks, tiles, and stones. Can’t see the slightest clue.

…to lock people up to such an extent!

A chill rose from Wen Xiuyang’s heart, but he didn’t dare to show any strangeness. He turned around and followed Xu Shuangce down the mountain without saying a word.

In the Shura Courtyard of Xuanji Hall, peach blossoms drift along the stream, and there is a wine pot and a sapphire wine cup on the stone table. Ying Kai sat in the courtyard and drank a glass of wine alone, the mighty “Dingshanhai” Excalibur was placed by his side. It was not until Xu Shuangce’s footsteps approached from far away that he turned his head to the courtyard gate and said with a smile: ” Shuang Ce, you are here.”

Seeing Ying Kai now, even Xu Shuangce’s heart, which has always been seldom emotionally fluctuating, couldn’t help feeling a little complicated. Just as he was about to lift his foot, he paused in mid-air.

Then he stepped over the threshold, frowned and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Ying Kai’s complexion has never been so haggard, it’s the same for ordinary people who don’t sleep for a few days and nights, and there is even a faint blue shadow under his eyes.

“Recently, I don’t know why, I often worry and dream a lot, and the dreams are all absurd things that I have never experienced before, so I can’t help but think a little more.”

Ying Kai didn’t say what he was thinking about, and Xu Shuangce didn’t ask, and stood still silently.

“The other day you said that Liu Xuzhi had been sent back to the Yanchun Terrace,” Ying Kai said suddenly.

Xu Shuangce said, “Yes.”

“But when I woke up, he was on the golden ship.”

Xu Shuangce said lightly: “I changed my mind, it would be better for him to go see Brother Mu directly.”

Ying Kai nodded and didn’t care about it: “Xu Zhi was seriously injured, as it should be.”

“…”

The courtyard is open and quiet, only listening to the gurgling stream and green moss. Ying Kai stared at two or three o’clock in the stream with ecstasy, until he drank the glass of wine, then put the empty glass on the table, and filled two more glasses.

He smiled and waved: “We brothers haven’t had a drink with each other for many years, Shuang Ce, sit down.”

Xu Shuangce’s eyes flickered slightly, and it took him a while to sit up with his robe lifted.

Ying Kai said: “Juzong’s murder has been sent back to Julu Changsun’s family. There has been an uproar in the Immortal Alliance. Everyone is discussing it secretly. I’m afraid it won’t stop for a year or so.”

Xu Shuangce said: “This matter is strange, and discussions are inevitable.”

“I have ordered people to go to Tianmen Pass to look for more traces left by Du Kaixun, and see if we can find clues about the ghost cultivator’s identity.”

“The road is long and difficult, and we need to think long-term.”

…

The conversation went back and forth several times, and both of them fell silent at the same time. Holding the cup in one hand, Ying Kai seemed to be thinking for a long time, and finally sighed, “Shuang Ce.”

coming.

Xu Shuangce raised his eyes, and met Ying Kai’s bloodshot, but still clear and bright gaze.

“Before you set off to Tianmenguan, you once told me that dreams are fake and dreams are just dreams. But during this time, everything I saw in my dreams was like my own experience, and it was so bizarre and tortuous, as if it was in another world. As it happened.”

Ying Kai paused, and said softly: “After Liu Xuzhi woke up, he told me that he heard Du Kaixun mention a few words under the glacier of Tianmen Pass, as if he was talking about ‘fantasy’, ‘present world’, and ‘ Ascension to Sendai’…”

Xu Shuangce said nothing.

“There were only you and Du Kaixun in the sound barrier circle that day, and Du Kaixun had already died under the abyss.” Ying Kai’s voice was still very gentle: “Shuang Ce, can you tell me that Du Kaixun is dying?” What did I tell you before?”

The air seemed to be sinking down bit by bit, turning into a cold stagnant pressure, stacked between the two of them.

“The trapped beast is still fighting, talking nonsense, don’t take it seriously.” After a long time, Xu Shuangce turned his gaze away and said calmly, “Don’t worry too much about it.”

Ying Kai sighed silently, then suddenly changed the topic: “In that case, can I see your disciple Xiang Xiaoyuan and ask him a few questions?”

Xu Shuangce refused for the second time: “The serious injury has not healed, and I am still recuperating, so I cannot come to see the leader.”

“—Still recuperating.”

Ying Kai repeated word for word, then turned to look at Xu Shuangce’s hand holding the cup, and said softly, “Then can you tell me what’s going on with your hand?”

Following his line of sight, he saw Xu Shuangce’s right middle finger, a strand of jet-black hair twisted several times and tied into a delicate knot.

“…”

It was as if an invisible barrier had cut off this square inch of land, and the surrounding atmosphere was tense and eerily quiet.

Xu Shuangce finally raised his eyes to meet Ying Kai, and asked calmly, “The joy in the room is better than that of thrush, do you really want me to continue?”