Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty-Eight

Zhuo Wangsun climbed to the top of Yushan like a dragon. Yushan is so high that it goes straight into the sky.There is only one thin staircase coiling around the mountain like silk.On both sides of the stairs stood countless people wearing black crane cloaks and painted with black mud. They looked at Zhuo Wangsun sadly, knelt down and worshiped, and chanted some vague words and sentences in their mouths. Zhuo Wangsun was worried about Xiaoluan, and he didn't care to get entangled with these people.The sword energy soared, chiseled into the mountain, and flew upwards.Where the zhenqi surged, jade stones fell one after another, like ice and snow melted by the sun.

Xiaoluan's crying came faintly, as if knocking on his heart.Even if the world collapses, he can't let Xiaoluan suffer the slightest harm! The top of Qianzhang Mountain came in an instant.The top of the mountain has been flattened, leaving only a stone more than four feet high next to the cliff, carved into the shape of an eagle.The goshawk has a ferocious face and roars to the sky, but is imprisoned in the jade.Spread your wings.Up to twenty feet long, forming a huge balance. The ends of the wings are wrapped with silk ropes, and two jade plates are tied underneath.Xiaoluan sat on one of them, holding the silk rope with both hands, watching him quietly.Under the jade plate is the abyss.Because of the weight of Xiaoluan, the balance slowly tilted and fell into the abyss.Zhuo Wangsun's heart tightened, and he rushed towards Tianping.

"Don't come here." Xiaoluan stood up slowly, and the balance tilted faster because of her movements. Zhuo Wangsun's complexion changed: "Xiao Luan, don't move!" Xiao Luan shook his head slowly, with no fear on his face, but with a smile like a spring flower, he gently lifted his skirt: "Brother, look, I have grown up. " Only then did Zhuo Wangsun realize that Xiao Luan was no longer what he was before.Her forever girl-like body has become slender and tall. Although she is still thin, she has the unique demeanor of a girl.Due to long-term exposure to sunlight, her complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, like a carefully carved porcelain doll.A suit of self-clothes was on her body, almost the same skin color as hers.When the mountain wind blows, her faint eyebrows and eyes are like the scars of the distant mountains, slowly unfolding in light sorrow and hatred.

she.She has grown into a sixteen-year-old girl.That is also her real age. Zhuo Wangsun's heartstrings trembled.He stopped walking, and a shy smile appeared in his eyes: "Yes, you have grown up." Every child is looking forward to growing up, but what will happen when he grows up?When I grow up, I don't want to grow up.Because, you will no longer be carefree, you will no longer be able to act like a baby casually, and you will no longer have the endless doting and pampering.Will face a cruel and desolate world.Will face, die. She will never live past sixteen.Even if he is invincible, he can't.

She stood facing the wind on the balance, with a pale and sweet smile, just like a blooming Youxian flower. Zhuo Wangsun's heart ached, and he stretched out his hand slowly: "Xiao Luan, don't move, I'll save you." "No!" There was a trace of determination in Xiaoluan's expression, which made Zhuo Wangsun feel a little strange.All these years, Xiaoluan has been a gentle and obedient little sister, who never said "no" to him. But he immediately felt relieved.he knows.Xiaoluan will say "no" more and more times in the future, because she has grown up.For ten years, he defied the heavens and fate, forcibly kept her in the world, and did not hesitate to use strange medicines and special prescriptions to curb her growth.But deep down in his heart, why didn't he hope that one day she would no longer curl up in his wings, but run happily in the sun?Why don't you think that one day, she will no longer be an obedient porcelain doll in her arms, but like all girls, for her own concerns and secrets, she will rebel against every word her brother says.

He just didn't know how many times she could say it.Death will come at any time and take her life away.Her beauty, smile, voice...everything will leave him at any time and never come back.How cruel, yet unavoidable. Xiaoluan looked at him quietly: "Brother, I have grown up, can I ask you to do something for me?" No matter what she wants, Zhuo Wangsun will give her: "Yes. No matter what it is, as long as you want it, I will definitely help you do it." Xiaoluan's face turned bright red, which made her look more like a human being. Not a porcelain doll: "I want to marry you, brother."

Zhuo Wangsun looked up in surprise, he never thought that Xiaoluan would say such a thing.Does she understand the meaning of this sentence?Does she know what "marrying" is?Maybe in her mind.It was just one of thousands of games played with him.now.But the balance was sinking slowly, and Yushan was about to swallow her up. Xiaoluan's gaze was firm, and there was something strange in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes: "Brother, I already know that I only have a few days to live. But, I want to marry you and be your bride." Zhuo Wangsun's heart ached: " Xiaoluan..." A faint smile floated on Xiaoluan's face, "Brother, this is my long-cherished wish. No matter how precious the medicine is, it can only make my body stay at the age of thirteen, but my heart is already Sixteen years old, isn't it?" Zhuo Wangsun was speechless.Yes, he should have thought earlier that Xiaoluan was no longer a child.Ten years have been facing each other day and night, and ten years have been together.He may only regard her as his younger sister, but what about her?

Xiaoluan smiled sweetly: "Many times, I hid behind the curtain and saw you with sister Qiuxuan and sister Xiangsi. I don't know when it started. I was jealous of them. I was jealous that they could grow up and be yours. Bride, but I can’t. I feel that I’m so useless, relying on you to take care of me all my life, and hurting you, but I can’t even be your bride... So, when Guanyin of the South China Sea said, you can break the seal on me, I was So happy." She was still smiling, but there were already tears in her glass-like eyes: "I know, from that day on, my life can be counted by minutes and seconds. But I don't care."

She raised her head and looked at the peach blossoms falling all over the sky: "Brother, every flower bud is looking forward to opening, even if it only blooms overnight, it is better than waiting for a thousand years on the branch..." Zhuo Wangsun interrupted her in a low voice: "Xiao Luan, stop talking." He sighed softly, "I promise you." Xiaoluan's smile bloomed.Holding out a white wedding dress from behind.White as a glass of snow. This is a wedding dress made of snow, and it can only be worn on a person made of snow: "Brother, this is the wedding dress I wove for myself. It's not finished yet. Do you like it?" The slope of the jade plate where Xiaoluan is located may slip from the balance and fall into the deep valley at any time.

"Don't move!" Zhuo Wangsun didn't dare to delay, he jumped onto another jade plate. This balance is really too tall, four feet high and twenty feet long, even with his cultivation, he can only approach Xiaoluan step by step.Fortunately, when he jumped into the jade plate, the balance gradually stabilized and no longer tilted.But how to get to Xiaoluan's side is a difficult problem. If it passed like this, his weight would be added to Xiaoluan's jade plate, and the balance would immediately collapse.It is very likely that the jade plate will fall into the abyss before he touches Xiaoluan.

Suddenly, an old laughter came: "The devil gave up his life, and the devil also gave up his life!" The black stream of people quietly spread up from the trail of Yushan Mountain. They were like dirt sticking to the whiteness, covering the entire mountaintop in an instant. Countless black-feathered people looked at Zhuo Wangsun with awe, fear, joy, and fanaticism. Standing in the middle of them was a white-haired old man wearing a white feather coat.He could barely stand because his body was covered in spikes.Blood kept flowing from his body, and Yushan was soaked in blood, showing scarlet.He stretched out his hand as hard as he could, pointing at Zhuo Wangsun: "Look. The devil has given up his life!" Zhuo Wangsun Yilin.These people must have no good intentions showing up at this moment.Naturally, he is not afraid of them, the only thing he is worried about is Xiaoluan.There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Go away!" For Xiaoluan, as long as these people dare to take a step closer, he will definitely turn them into dust. Unexpectedly, the old man in the white feather coat and the man in the black crane cloak all knelt down: "Great Demon King, have you heard the story of the Buddha's sacrifice?" Of course Zhuo Wangsun had heard of it.In that dark undersea cave, he had seen the statue.He naturally knew the story of the Buddha's sacrifice. "It is said that the Buddha once saw an eagle chasing a dove. The dove threw it under the Buddha's armpit and prayed for protection. The eagle said to the Buddha: You are merciful to save the dove, but you don't know that after the dove is saved, I will starve to death without meat. Buddha thought After thinking about it, he found it reasonable, so he said to the eagle: I will cut my own flesh for you to eat, and I will cut as much flesh as the pigeon weighs. So the Buddha ordered a balance to be brought, put the pigeon on it, and cut his own flesh on the other side. Unexpectedly, the body of the Buddha was about to be cut off, and the scales were still unable to balance. The Buddha jumped onto the scales. When all the gods saw it, they all praised him in unison, and were moved by the good deeds of the Buddha." The old man in feather clothes prostrated himself on the ground and talked eloquently: "This is the most well-known good deed of the Buddha. With this kind deed, the Buddha attained enlightenment and ascended to bliss. But no one has ever cared about that eagle." His voice suddenly turned bleak: "As a symbol of cruelty, greed, and selfishness, what will happen to the eagle? How can it bear the crime of forcing the Buddha to mutilate its flesh?" "The truth is that it devoured the Buddha's flesh and was satisfied for a while, but it will always bear the sins that cannot be washed away. As long as the good deeds of the Buddha's life are praised, it will not be free. It is looking forward to the Buddha's salvation like Saved it like a dove, but the Buddha went to the west and never came back..." "The flesh and blood of the Buddha burns in its body like a raging fire. Gradually, it can no longer live in the sun, but can only be watered by sea water to extinguish the flame in its blood. As long as it leaves the sea water, its body will burst. The whole body is covered with mud, curled up on the bottom of the sea wall, and uses asceticism to pray for the forgiveness of the Buddha. For this reason, it carves a huge Buddha statue to show its piety." "This eagle is our ancestor. We are the sinful clan who devoured the flesh of Buddha." "In this life, our family has exhausted all our strength and made endless sacrifices to allow the Buddha to be born again. Only when he speaks the Dharma for us once can we be freed from the sins of samsara..." His voice suddenly rose, but trembling like weeping: "But, the Buddha passed away early, and he abandoned us! In this dharma-ending age where the Buddha has passed away, in this desolate place where calls are not answered There is only one way to save us, and that is to let the devil die." A burst of fire suddenly burst into his eyes: "If a devil can sacrifice his life for a pigeon, what is the mercy of the Buddha? What is the sin of devouring the flesh and blood of the Buddha?" "The king who is feared by the people of the world, because of you the Khan outside the Great Wall is stationed, the monsters on the sea are sealed because of you, the formation of the gods is shattered because of you, and the blue-haired demon king is exiled because of you...you. You are the devil, you are the king of all demons. Today, we saw you sacrifice your life. My family will be saved forever because of you!" All of a sudden, all those in feather clothes and crane cloaks knelt down and chanted Zhuo Wangsun's name in unison. Zhuo Wangsun was disturbed by the loud begging, and he said coldly, "How do you want me to sacrifice my life?" "Please cut off your own flesh and blood inch by inch, and put it on this balance!" Zhuo Wangsun scolded: "Absurd!" The old man in Yuyi stood up slowly: "Great Demon King, if you still have nostalgia for the world and refuse to give up your life for us, let us use our own blood to help you Sacrifice your life." As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up. His body twisted suddenly in mid-air, and a stern red light shot out from his flesh and blood, like a thunderbolt sounded out of thin air, blasting his body into pieces, and slammed towards Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun Yilin, the power of this blow was so fierce, even the red cannon was far behind! But Zhuo Wangsun's cultivation had almost reached the state of perfection at this time, his mind turned with his thoughts, and his left palm rolled out. Thunder, held in his palm, the domineering strength was quickly dissipated, and then exploded with a bang.But the power is much smaller, not enough to threaten Zhuo Wangsun.Flesh and flesh shattered in his hands, like fireworks bursting into mournful splendor. The black cranes knelt down piously one by one, and worshiped Zhuo Wangsun.The Sanskrit singing resounded throughout the entire Jade Mountain: "Please give up your life." They chanted, leaping up into the air, turning into thunder one after another.Go to Zhuo Wangsun.Their fresh blood seems to contain an extremely crazy power, which can press the whole body into a point and explode violently when combined with the strange skills they cultivated.This is very similar to the Flying Blood Sword Art of the Central Plains, gathering all life in one blow, but its power is several times that of the Flying Blood Sword Art. Zhuo Wangsun refused more than a dozen people, secretly horrified.Even with his sky-reaching cultivation base, his true qi couldn't help but feel a little disordered.How crazy are these people! But on the top of the mountain, there were hundreds of people in darkness.More and more people are coming up from the mountain path in dense numbers, using their bodies to help the demons and sacrifice their lives.Their flesh and blood turned into thunder, and sooner or later, his blood and his flesh would burst into pieces and pile up on the balance. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly thought of the story of the Buddha's sacrifice.Buddha, in order to save the pigeons, he lingered himself, cut off pieces of flesh with a knife, and finally exchanged his own body for the lives of the pigeons. Xiaoluan is at the other end of the scale at this moment, like the frail white dove in the legend.And his current situation is very similar to that of Buddha.It's just that it wasn't the blade that slowed his body, but the thunder that these people turned into.But can he escape?The violent explosion, as long as one can't be stopped, the balance will be smashed immediately; but as long as he leaves the jade plate, Xiaoluan will fall into the abyss.Forever.Can he hide? Zhuo Wangsun Meifeng provoked, and the Chunshui swordsmanship broke through the sky.There was blood flying.Life is like dust in his hands, he swayed it at will, turning the lives of others into fireworks in his palm. It is for the devil.It is to sacrifice one's life for the devil. The monstrous sword energy suddenly rose from the top of Yushan Mountain, piercing the sky like a black dragon.Tens of thousands of bright red blood rain condensed and fell overwhelmingly.Every drop of rain contained Zhuo Wangsun's supreme sword intent.Chunshui swordsmanship incarnates tens of thousands.This sword, like the rain of a dragon in the sky, will kill everyone on the peak, in the peak, and under the peak. A cold smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Wangsun's mouth.Why not turn into a demon as they wish. At this time, a moon-white sword light suddenly rose from the west. In that sword light, there is actually majestic majesty, chilling, tragic, fierce, and majestic... Both sword lights are unparalleled in power, with the cruelty of beating everything. Two sword lights hit the nine heavens.The rain clouds in the sky suddenly condensed, and two unstoppable forces exploded in mid-air.The sky and the earth seemed to shake violently. Immediately, the sky and the earth were dark, and the wind and waves on the sea lifted high, forcing people to come.The faces of those people with black crane cloaks suddenly changed, and they were at a loss when they were frightened by this invincible demon. Zhuo Wangsun frowned, smiled coldly, and was about to strike another sword, smashing the sword light of Xitian into pieces, and turning all these people into dust along the way, when he suddenly heard a soft "click".His heart trembled, and he turned around suddenly.A crack appeared in the middle of the balance.Zhuo Wangsun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stood up.He no longer cared about killing people, nor cared about the balance of the balance, and fell towards the other jade plate like a meteor. On the jade plate, Xiaoluan stretched out his hand to him: "Brother, save me!" But just before he touched Xiaoluan, the jade plate slipped from the balance and fell into the abyss without a sound.Fear filled Zhuo Wangsun's heart for the first time.He shouted sharply: "Xiao Luan!" Xiaoluan's snow-white figure suddenly disappeared into the rain and mist.Zhuo Wangsun was empty-handed. He might be able to own the whole world, he might be able to kill the world, but he would never be able to own her again. "Little Luan!" Zhuo Wangsun roared wildly.At this moment, he felt the sting of heartbreak.At this moment, he didn't feel any hatred.Because, it's too late.He just felt that all this is so unreal, he will not lose Xiaoluan, never will.But he knew that he had lost her long ago.When he first met her, he lost her. He is the best in martial arts, the best in style, the best in literary and martial arts, and the best in majesty and resourcefulness, but he can't protect a cherished person.What is the use of this world. "Xiao Luan!" The hiss sounded like a knife, cutting open Zhuo Wangsun's heart, and placed it bloody in front of him.If you can't protect her, what's the use of this world!