Chapter 2624: My Apologies

The colorful and mottled space-time turbulence washes over the body of the war ghost. The years that ground Cui Yi into decay only served to polish the golden glory for Dou Zhao.

He then freely falls, continuously colliding.

Traversing space-time, one knife questions the ages…

That suddenly arising battle intent already gave the answer!

Hua—

The red-bottom gold-edged martial attire flaps loudly, the Tianxiao knife pierces open a certain page in the history book, Dou Zhao leaps down from the high sky.

Like a heavenly god transformed from the sun, jumping towards the human world.

The sun?

In the midst of falling, Dou Zhao's golden eyes look back, just seeing that wheel of great sun in the air, suddenly extremely dazzling. From the brilliant golden glory, rumbling out drives a fierce sun war chariot. The white-clothed Zhongxuan Zun, standing upright on the war chariot, holding a volume of green bamboo slips, leisurely overlooks the human world, with a face that seems to smile but not smile.

That rumbling, what is it not just the war chariot sound? But see the clear sky suddenly rises thunder and lightning dance, ten thousand li of electric light converges into an inch of light, all embedded in the eyebrow center of Ju Laotou, he in the electric light descends to the world, like that god who wields heavenly punishment!

In the dazzling white electric light behind him, simply transformed into chains, pure white like a spider web, spanning the sky—

The first chain of the Legalist school, Law has no second gate. This chain emerges, all matters do not change, a thousand years hard to open!

The sky is already covered in dark color, all around filled with dim light. And in this world-end-like scene, the god statue representing destruction has descended.

Dou Zhao no longer looks, one knife heavenly punishment, already kills into the most critical place of this diligent academy—

A small pavilion in the lake center with bridges on four sides.

The pavilion has railings enclosing four sides, the railings also connect chairs facing the water, in the center only a square stone chess table, two round and plump stone stools.

Only on that stone stool facing east sits a person—that is a lean old man, cheekbones relatively high, eye sockets relatively deep, frost hair already half, in the pupils透 out cold bright light. He is born serious, but sitting there, long robe slightly trailing, on the face as if enveloped in a layer of kindly glow.

That glow dyes the nature of the red dust, seems like worry, seems like sorrow, seems like in the deep night, reflecting self’s emotion.

He is playing chess.

Opposite him no one, but the chess game offensive fierce.

He is not playing against himself, only the person playing against him, temporarily cannot have form’s manifestation.

And he pinches a white chess piece, suspending in the air above the chessboard, yet hesitates to place it down.

This white chess piece is round and exquisite, like jade stone polished, in between as if it has a heavenly gap—those with excellent eyesight can vaguely see a line of heavenly light from this white chess's exact center hanging down, straightly pointing on the chessboard, also at the central tian yuan position.

It is a sword.

A sword that shocks the world, pierces through ancient and modern, not manifest in form, but grand and absolute, minute like one.

This sword has no name, or can be named "One," or can be named… "Dao"!

The wooden-haired white-robed Li Yi is standing on the pavilion top. He has not entered the pavilion, but the sword is already on the chess, forcing the placement to stop.

What kind of chess is this?

In Dou Zhao’s heart arises such a question, and another knife shatters the question.

All that others desire is not what I seek. Along the way ten thousand years of culture, a thousand kinds of articles, all shattered. As if brilliant sun illuminates water, Dou Zhao steps over the stone bridge, holding knife enters the pavilion, one knife chops nature to see self, kills all delusions, then another knife… heavenly human five decays!

The old man with piece not placed has a moment of astonishment: "Come… this fast?"

Words just rise, knife edge faces.

That heavenly human splendor withers, five decays absolute edge, comes so fiercely, the old man has to lift an index finger, pressing on the knife edge.

In this instant exploding brilliant light, like waves surging sky and earth, and then overturning back, suddenly converges at the fingertip.

The old man's index finger in an instant wrinkles dry, not only forced to bend by the knife edge, but also begins to rot!

But only hear "hua hua hua," the sound of book pages turning.

This index finger moves as new, all suffered pain as if old matters in the book, turned over. Clean and straight index finger, as if it has endless vitality, continuously withers continuously rebirth, strikes on the knife edge, with a clang sound.

He realizes how Dou Zhao found him—Dou Zhao holds knife to inquire, in the entire diligent academy's forty thousand plus years of history, stirring all qualified battle intents that he can feel. This person enters dao through battle, Tianxiao seeks battle, no one can avoid.

These young people really are…

He asks: "Far traveler is guest, see chess not understand, why so?"

Dou Zhao retracts the five-colored Tianxiao knife, also rolls away that turning book sound. Golden body bullies near, with body as knife, chops to a daydream! "I in life do not like to solve chess, like to solve people!"

Heaven and earth empty turn, years already flip. Words not recorded, ears and eyes not detect.

The vast diligent academy has already disappeared. Now only vast emptiness, a white long bridge.

Heart holds red dust matters, body in daydream!

Zuoqiu Wu on hand still pinches that white chess piece, person still sitting on stone stool, body already not in pavilion, gone far from academy.

He laughs: "Brought me to here la?"

"Outside people many mouths miscellaneous, fear mister get startled!" Dou Zhao on the endless long bridge steps: "The rest are crude and not worth naming, mister need not see. Only I know books, elegant and like culture, we can hold candle night talk, exchange articles!"

Behind Zuoqiu Wu grows wen bamboo, swaying on the white bridge.

He casually breaks one branch, carves into wen slip, then stands up tall, puts the hand pinching chess piece behind, with bamboo slip as sword, faces that fierce knife light, on face with a smile: "Not know how to cut me?"

"That depends on the dean's performance!"

The lonely stone stool stands alone on the white bridge.

Two people close in one place, bamboo slip against knife edge, clang continuously rings, sparks fill the sky!

Zuoqiu Wu's cold bright eyes crawl over the knife spine, as if to shine into Dou Zhao's sun-like heart: "See and draw knife, really hard to say polite. Speaking of… have you figured out what happened?"

Dou Zhao is determined to single kill the diligent academy dean, to test the peak of Confucian dao, the name of knife absolute master. Thus spreads the daydream, afraid others interfere—those colleagues are not easy ones.

At this moment, knife is already on the neck, of course he's lazy to chat idly with Zuoqiu Wu, only stuffily says: "Whether figure out or not, first tie you up then talk."

Zuoqiu Wu haha laughs: "If tie correctly, kill me also, count as carefree! If tie wrong eh?"

Dou Zhao lifts hand one knife: "Count as protection!"

The diligent academy became like this, this old boy still has the mood to talk and laugh, can he be a good person?

This one knife like bold freehand ink splash, chops out continuous mountains. It also shows scenery on the isolated bridge.

Zuoqiu Wu looks up and praises: "Qingzhou misty should not old!"

The current Chu emperor in latent dragon time, once in prison annotated 'Nine Hills', is a rare Chu country monarch showing friendliness to Book Mountain. Dou Zhao chops out this Confucian absolute knife canon, also named 'Nine Hills', precisely originated from this canon.

This style Qingzhou is not old, has a bit of Chu land romance.

With Confucian knife canon chopping towards Confucian master, Dou Zhao's madness can be seen.

Zuoqiu Wu lifelong cultivates history, actually very appreciates such distinct characters: "Dou Zhao's madness, or can be for ink assign blue book…"

He lifts bamboo slip sword forward: "Life two difficulties how Jingzhou!"

Gains and losses in Jingzhou against Qingzhou not old.

Nine Hills against Nine Hills.

This one carefree great battle, directly fights until the long bridge gradually shortens, daylight slants.

Zuoqiu Wu does not urge any Confucian divine powers, only with sword techniques against Dou Zhao, with history as a mirror to current people, meeting move breaking move, welcoming edge resisting edge.

He soon suppresses Dou Zhao, but Dou Zhao yet fights more bravely. That group of knife light like eternally burning golden flame, no matter how cannot extinguish.

In the daydream time like flowing sand, Zuoqiu Wu also not hurried or slow, only one sword after another advances: "Not plan to call your friends?"

"Old man!" Dou Zhao holds knife and laughs wildly: "You haven't won yet!"

Continuous eight chops, heaven cracks nine layers, calamity qi flips like sea! He one knife after another kills out, like an endlessly roaring fierce beast.

Not know when, the sky falls rain.

The two in slaughter actually feel a slight cold.

Under the high bridge, clouds and mist scatter, finally revealing a vast quiet sea.

Raindrops knock on the quiet sea, rippling circles.

At a certain moment, Zuoqiu Wu suddenly leaps and turns, that one piece always pinched on his finger’s chess piece, finally presses out, presses on a sword tip piercing through the rain!

Sword edge bright as snow, cuts through rain over the white bridge.

The world famous sword Longxiangsi brings out that unparalleled figure.

From a raindrop of illusion light turning, kills out, holding sword, green shirt like a flying wild goose, flying wild goose probes claw snow into mist.

Zuoqiu Wu's fingertip white chess thus shatters into powder, rustling falls.

He involuntarily looks up to the sky—

Look closely, this falling from the sky where are the raindrops? Clearly each and every one is changing unpredictably immortal thoughts!

As one wishes immortal technique · This heart sudden rain.

Each raindrop madly pulls emotions. Raindrops connect raindrops, immortal intent penetrates immortal intent, vaguely forming an array, merging into a complex seal connecting heaven and earth.

Zuoqiu Wu wants to smile with mouth open, but silences.

Because this seal… is Six Yao Mountains and Rivers seal!

Different is that one is remnant Yan, this is full Yan.

Different is… he is the one in the seal.

"Jiang Jun! Waited for you a long time!" Dou Zhao one sees this figure, then loudly says: "I specially circled him here, just to wait for you. We two quickly take him down, let others rob merit!"

Jiang Wang simply moved.

Endless raindrops fall, instantly becoming Six Yao Mountains and Rivers Great Yan seal, mountains and rivers becoming the board, covering Zuoqiu Wu on it.

That violent sea waves one pounce, howling rolls Zuoqiu Wu away from the daydream bridge, pounces into the latent intent sea!

When Dou Zhao splits knife to arrive, the long bridge is already empty, only leaving rain traces.

His golden eyes shine, without a second word leaps down—but the high bridge under clouds and mist one cover, Tianxiao chops open time, that quiet sea actually already disappeared!

Having a mind to curse, fearing he'd be laughed at by people, martial boots one lift, builds a bridge then far.

Rumbling, undercurrents surge like thunder.

In the vast deep sea, within endless latent intent. This two intents intersection place, if not Zuoqiu Wu sealed, really cannot fall here.

Zuoqiu Wu one hand dyed white, one hand holding bamboo slip sword, quietly stands in the seal manifested mountains and rivers board. Leisurely sizes up all this, to that world famous young person says: "Old man cultivates history, slightly accomplished. For Yan dynasty's understanding, should be more than you. Jiang Zhenjun may know, why initially created this seal, I only used remnant Yan mountains and rivers in seal?"

Jiang Wang motionless expression stands outside the mountains and rivers board, quietly steps on undercurrents: "Why?"

"Because the moon full then wanes." Zuoqiu Wu gives a sincere admonition of an elder: "Jun not see, its rise vigorous, its fall sudden."

He lifts the bamboo slip sword as a pen, in the air writes a "Yan" character, the last stroke falls when, that sound "yan" also ends.

His pen's seal arrogant dragon has regret, Jiang Wang's filled seal yet flying dragon in sky, extremely grand.

Indeed falls also! Extreme prosperity then decline.

The Confucian master only lightly points, ten thousand li of mountains and rivers then gradually collapse, the mountains and rivers board crumbles like flowing sand.

Jiang Wang does not speak a word, only quietly watches.

Zuoqiu Wu's leisurely eyes yet become serious, in his familiar seal, sees strange scenery—

But see a green tripod leap on it, the mountains and rivers board collapse momentum suddenly stops.

This seal not only does not collapse under Zuoqiu Wu's pen, instead it is a high bank on top, firm and unbreakable. Deadlock imprisons Zuoqiu Wu in the deepest place of the latent intent ocean.

Jiang Wang at this time asks: "Left dean may know, why I learn remnant Yan, yet use its prosperous time?"

Zuoqiu Wu smiles: "Rely on old to sell old, some awkward."

He naturally sees clearly, this one green heaven sword tripod represents supreme king power. He of course remembers, Jiang Wang that year伐 Xia hit tripod, precisely reconnected Yan room's responsibility of suppressing calamity water!

Jiang Wang uses Great Yan dynasty's prosperous mountains and rivers in seal… because he can suppress it.

"Left mister seems not at all anxious?" Jiang Wang asks.

"Anxious also no use, you all come too fast…" Zuoqiu Wu calmly says: "Since already did all efforts, then wait for the final fate."

"Efforts eh…" Jiang Wang in deep sea far gazes: "Left mister sits playing chess in this piece of space-time, is from Jin Qingjia real person's extended space-time, he for Gu Shiyi writes biography, not as chivalrous as I imagined."

Zuoqiu Wu with deep meaning looks at him: "Scholar puts pen, pen tip only for characters turn. Writing whimsical, perhaps dignified. Full paper absurd, not necessarily sad. Cannot wait and view it."

"Received teaching." Jiang Wang polite: "Now he is already captured, in this piece of space-time all your arrangements wiped off, even this piece of space-time, anytime will disappear—Left mister have nothing to say?"

"Your colleagues are very efficient!" Zuoqiu Wu praised a sound, then says: "Speaking of Jiang Zhenjun seizing me from the long bridge, separately suppressing me here, is there some purpose?"

He smiling asks: "Also like that just Dou clan proud son, wanting to single cut my head, self strengthen reputation?"

Jiang Wang flatly says: "I for reputation am tired long! Killing mister also strengthens not much."

He looks at this world's first academy's dean: "There is a person in your seal who stayed three hundred thirty-two years zero three months and seven days. Big figures make some decisions often too lightly—I have no other meaning, also want to let you feel a bit."

Zuoqiu Wu silences.

Silence ripples in the sea water for an unknown long time.

This great master finally says: "I know his pain—"

"You cannot empathize." Jiang Wang interrupts him.

Initially Meng Tianhai's name was found back by Zuoqiu Wu from history.

Also he helped the world's arrest criminal department head, Jingguo's Ouyang Xie, find the person insect clues.

Things he did, contributions to this world, sung by people, not known, are many.

But past is past, now is now.

Wrong things cannot be covered by correct experiences.

"Left mister that year absolute peak, laughed loudly, saying—'From now no courtesy!' World readers, regard as sage words."

Jiang Wang's opened five fingers suddenly clench: "Then excuse my discourtesy."

His voice condenses into snow. This body stands in the deep sea unmoving, but frost rapidly spreads.

Almost only a thought, the entire latent intent sea then freezes.

When Dou Zhao's knife frames daydream, he finally comes to this piece of latent intent sea’s sky, lowering his head yet only sees…

A huge ice coffin with almost no boundaries, emitting barbaric ancient cold intent.

Pound majestic dao principles frozen into frost on the ice coffin, the coffin surface stops withered life flowers.

This is by Lingxiao Zhang governed winter immortal technique…

As one wishes · Thousand Autumn Coffin!