Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 388

There is no one on the hanging island.

At least on the surface.

But everyone in the Kunlun Mountain Gate knew that Pei Qiuhan was still in retreat in a hidden cave somewhere on the island, making his last effort to break into the Taiqing Realm.

In addition, there is a figure above everything on the top floor of Tongtian Tower.

The deep ditch left by Tianlei on the suspended island still exists. From a distance, the state of the deep ditch is in the trend of dividing the suspended island in two, but after many years, it is still strong.

No one dared to approach the hanging island.

In other words, no one can get close to the hanging island.

Except for Wu Cangyu, everyone else's actions were restricted.

Nian Li was able to leave because of Xin Yu's help.

The reason why Tantai Li was able to leave is a bit confusing.

When Tang Ge disappeared from the futon in the Tibetan Blue Cave holding the Thousand Machine Box, the figure on the top floor of Tongtian Tower opened his eyes.

He walked down and stood under the Tongtian Tower with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky quietly.

Dressed in white, spotless, whiter than the clouds in the sky.

The beard and hair are also completely white, which is the purest and most thorough whiteness in the world.

A pair of plain but deep eyes, without any emotion, seems to be able to travel through time and space, and see the vicissitudes of life.

It looks like old age, but the skin is like a teenager, without a trace of wrinkles.

He stood so quietly under the Tower of Babel, looking at the sky. It was so small that it was almost negligible, but it seemed that the whole world was taken into his mind.

Extraordinary and refined, fairy-like, are not enough to describe this person's demeanor.

He stood under the tower, watching the sun rise and the moon set, the stars move, and the day and night alternate. For seven days, he did not move at all.

His expression remains unchanged, his movements remain unchanged, just like a sculpture.

When the dim light lit up from the horizon and the darkness was slowly dispelled, a tall figure walked out from behind the hanging island.

With a face like a rock, three-dimensional outline, black hair and white eyebrows, it was Pei Qiuhan.

He walked under Tongtian Pagoda, and when he saw that person, he was in a trance for a moment, then recovered in a moment, and knelt down slowly towards that person.

His hands were on the ground and his head was hanging down extremely deep.

"Disciple Pei Qiuhan, pay homage to Patriarch."

If this remark was heard by outsiders, it would be like a thunderbolt. Who is Pei Qiuhan, who would call this person a patriarch.

Patriarch, not Shizu.

There is only one patriarch of Kunlun Mountain, the founder of the sect, and the person who has been the head teacher of Kunlun Mountain for nearly a thousand years.

He is the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, and the world prefers to call him the Lord of the Mountain directly.

His name is a secret, but it doesn't matter, because he is the only Taiqingjing cultivator in the world for thousands of years.

The word Shanzhu is everything.

Every few decades, the mountain master will travel around the world and bring some extremely talented disciples to the mountain. Each of them is a person who is famous in the world today.

Logically speaking, they are all direct descendants of the Mountain Master, but the Mountain Master only allows them to follow the overall disciples of Kunlun Mountain in terms of seniority.

Pei Qiuhan and others are the last generation of disciples who were brought up the mountain by the mountain lord.

For seven days, the mountain owner remained motionless until he heard these words and finally turned around.

When he saw Pei Qiuhan, there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, just like seeing a child, just like seeing him for the first time.

"Get up, long time no see."

The voice of the mountain master is like a breeze, and there is no taste of the vicissitudes of the years.

When Pei Qiuhan stood up, there was no excitement, shock, or fear in his eyes. Instead, he looked at the mountain owner surprisingly calmly and said, "You are finally back."

Shanzhu said: "I thought you all thought I was dead."

Pei Qiuhan smiled lightly: "I remember when you took me up Kunlun Mountain, you said that even if the world is destroyed, you will not die, let alone the mere Zhuxian Formation?"

The mountain owner looked up to the north and said, "The power of the Immortal Killing Formation is far beyond my imagination."

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Tongtian Pagoda played an extra game of chess and two futons.

The mountain master and Pei Qiuhan sat opposite each other, each holding a different view on black and white. The skylight cast the shadow of Babel Tower, just covering their figures and the chess game.

There is only one white piece on the chessboard, which was placed by Pei Qiuhan. After a long time, there is still only this white piece existing alone.

The owner of the mountain stared at the white stone for a long time, then looked at Pei Qiuhan, his eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the world.

"Your generation, I am most optimistic about you, because you are very similar to me." He said.

Pei Qiuhan said, "Where is Master Cen?"

The owner of the mountain said: "He is very good, but he is a little worse than you."

"But his realm is higher than mine."

Pei Qiuhan paused, and then said, "At least my previous realm was higher than mine."

The mountain master smiled and said: "To survive in this world, cultivation level is indeed the most important, but it is by no means the only criterion for judging superiority."

Pei Qiuhan was silent for a while, then said, "How am I like you?"

The mountain master thought for a while and said: "Be the same...calm in front of anything."

Pei Qiuhan was stunned, a strange color appeared in his eyes, he avoided the gaze of the mountain master, and looked at the lonely chess piece on the chessboard.

The mountain master continued: "On the journey of martial arts, people die every day. I have lived for a thousand years without blood staining, until I left Kunlun Mountain a few years ago."

Pei Qiuhan raised his head, looked at him and said, "What happened?"

The mountain master suddenly smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just killed some people, most of them are ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens."

Pei Qiuhan's face was slightly different and he said, "Why?"

Shanzhu looked at his left hand, which was slender and white, not like an old man's hand at all, but more like a young woman's hand. He looked at it carefully and said, "My hands have not been stained with blood for a thousand years, and I need to reflect on it."

Pei Qiuhan didn't change his face, but his heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Will this be..."

The mountain owner raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it against the law of heaven to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

Pei Qiuhan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The Lord of the Mountain finally picked up a black piece from the chess urn and dropped it next to the white piece on the board, and then said: "Everyone says that I am No. 1 in the Kunlun world, so it is meaningful for them to die in my hands. The blood let me regain the long-lost taste, which is also considered a contribution."

Pei Qiuhan's eyes froze slightly, and he returned to normal in an instant, and said: "Patriarch, you are knowledgeable about the world and have superhuman wisdom. Naturally, my disciples dare not judge themselves."

He picked up a white piece and put it on the chessboard.

The owner of the mountain looked at him and said calmly: "Thousands of years ago, when the world changed, I first climbed to Kunlun, and I was the only one on the whole mountain. I founded a sect on this so-called sacred mountain and became a top sect. Sometimes I also thought, if at that time I didn't choose Kunlun Mountain, but Chaotian City, or Jianchi, Luochahai and other places, what will happen?"

Pei Qiuhan lowered his head, the strangeness in his eyes became more and more intense, he was silent for a while, and said, "What do you mean by choice?"

The mountain owner picked up another black stone, dropped it on the chessboard at random, and said: "The world is like chess, and the entire Kunlun world is not a big chess game. Since it is a chess game, there must be people who play chess."

Pei Qiuhan's pupils shrank, he stared at the mountain master and said, "Are you going to be a chess player?"

The owner of the mountain looked at the two black and two white pieces on the chessboard quietly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider. Then he slowly raised his head to look at Pei Qiuhan and said, "How can one play chess alone?"

Pei Qiuhan was taken aback, and said, "You still want to choose an opponent?"

Shanzhu shook his head and said, "It's a helper, I only play chess with my friends."

Pei Qiuhan's eyes drooped slightly, he was silent for a moment and said, "Have you already chosen?"

The owner of the mountain smiled lightly and said, "Haven't we already started playing chess?"

Pei Qiuhan's eyes changed suddenly, and he said, "What can I do?"

"clever."

The owner of the mountain nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "You are not the only one in the Kunlun realm who has broken through the Taiqing realm. The first thing to do is to find them."

Hearing this, Pei Qiuhan clenched his fists tightly.

There were only four chess pieces on the chessboard, but the chess game was over. The mountain master stood up and stretched himself. The sky was getting dark and night was coming.

He said: "You go outside for a walk first, I have something to do."

Pei Qiuhan also stood up, leaned over and said, "Where are you going?"

The owner of the mountain said: "I always go to greet guests when they come to my cave."

(End of this chapter)