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Chapter 412 I'll be waiting for you in the future

Chapter 411 I'll be waiting for you in the future

Thought is the process by which consciousness perceives things. No thought is the elimination of the "judgments" you make during the cognitive process due to interference from external factors, allowing it to return to its purest, original state.

In other words, "no thought" does not mean having no distracting thoughts, but it also does not mean having no thoughts at all; "no idea" does not mean not thinking about the past, present, or future, but it does not mean having no thoughts at all. If one has no thoughts or ideas, where would the mind be placed? Therefore, when the mind is focused, distracting thoughts will naturally disappear, and when the spirit is concentrated, delusions will naturally be eliminated.

Simply put, it means restoring things to their original state.

What is the true nature of that "sword"?

If we remove the vessel of a gentleman, the vessel of ritual, and all the profound principles attached to it...

It is merely a tool, a tool that makes it easier for humans to harm other living beings.

Its original concept was harm.

The famous hero, the coyote, once said, "When a person is killed, he dies."

Therefore, the move "Sword Six: No Thought" is a conceptual sword move.

Simply put, it is

I used this move on you. As long as your cultivation level is lower than mine, even if your actual combat strength is stronger than mine, you will still die.

That's it.

Wu Qiong raised his index finger and pointed it at Li Tianxie.

He trembled, and all the light in his eyes vanished.

A peerless genius, the leader of the Demonic Sect whose power dominates the martial world, and now the number one expert in the world.

Fall flat on your face.

"What a pity," Wu Qiong sighed silently, "you almost hurt me."

He wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, most of his minor internal injuries had healed.

As they brushed past each other, Li Tianxie turned into ashes and scattered across the sky with the wind.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the Demonic Sect have been almost entirely killed or wounded.

The rest of the lower and middle-class people either died or fled, and Wu Qiong couldn't be bothered to care.

He simply walked up to Sheng Yeyun, took out an oil-paper umbrella from the temple, and opened it above her head.

Sheng Yeyun looked up, her face wet with what appeared to be rain or tears.

She simply stared intently at the man before her, then suddenly laughed: "Why don't you kill me?"

Wu Qiong gazed into her ruby-like eyes, in which his own image was reflected.

He slowly spoke, "Why would I kill you?"

"Because I belong to the Demonic Sect."

"What does that have to do with me? All I know is that you are Sheng Yeyun."

He paused for a moment after he finished speaking.

This dialogue will still occur twenty years later.

He thought of Xiaobai, Xuanji, Shi'er, Zhang Yu, and Bu Yurou.

He smiled, his eyes gentle.

She reached out and gently ruffled Sheng Yeyun's hair: "I'm leaving."

Sheng Yeyun looked quietly at the man in front of her: "Where to?"

"The human world."

Will we ever meet again?

"Yes, you can."

"How long will it take?"

Wu Qiong lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze. After a long while, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear:

"I'll be waiting for you in the future."

Wu Qiong left, taking with him a young girl's heart.

Goodbye, perhaps twenty years from now.

Upon descending the mountain, Xuan Kong was already waiting for them.

"Amitabha Buddha, it seems your journey, Nameless, has been very successful. I wonder how the battle went?"

Wu Qiong smiled slightly: "All those above the Innate Realm of the Demonic Sect are wiped out."

He looked around: "Where's Wu Ning?"

He didn't think his master would lose.

"Benefactor Wu has already left," Xuan Kong explained, his gaze passing over Wu Qiong's shoulder to look at the twin peaks of Mount Hua, where countless disciples were packing their belongings and preparing to flee.

"These people are a menace in the martial world, but it's still better than the Demonic Sect continuing to run rampant. That's not so bad."

Wu Qiong turned around and smiled, "It's alright."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, toward the sky.

Then, he swung down fiercely!

The front peak of Mount Hua vanished instantly, along with countless figures on it, turning gray as well.

"As long as I use 'Sword Six'," Wu Qiong turned around with a smile, "I'll kill even a god for you to see."

Xuan Kong: "."

Although he didn't know why, he always felt that it was awkward for Wuming to say those words.

He shook his head and asked, "Where do we go next? The Taiqing Sect to find Zhu Zi?"

"No, Gouzi, you go back by yourself." Wu Qiong shook his head. "I want to travel around the world alone and see the places I haven't been to yet, and also think carefully about a certain issue."

It was a tough decision.

You know, during the 3Q War, he uninstalled 360 without hesitation.

"In that case, this humble monk will not return." Xuan Kong smiled slightly. "I will find the child that Benefactor Yue is with. Nameless, we shall meet again someday."

He left, and he left gracefully.

Wu Qiong watched his retreating figure until he was far away, then whispered, "Dog, see you in twenty years."

He looked back at Mount Hua.

The green mountains rise high into the clouds.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds, reaching straight to the mountaintop, as if he saw the woman in red with bloodshot eyes, and the oil-paper umbrella she held in her hand.

Goodbye, Sister Sheng.

He turned around, humming a little tune, and swayed away.

At the mountaintop, Sheng Yeyun stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, twirling the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, murmuring:

"The future awaits me."

The world returned to calm, with only the patter of rain continuing.

March, early spring.

The sound of children reading aloud can be heard in a small town in Shuozhou.

A young scholar in a blue robe stood in the hall, swaying his head slightly as he read aloud.

Soon after, the voices gradually lowered, and finally the hall returned to silence.

Wu Qiong opened his eyes, smiled, and nodded: "Not bad, not bad, everyone remembered today. So, what kind of reward do you want?"

A young man dressed in coarse cloth, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, raised his hand: "Sir! I want to hear a story!"

Wu Qiong glanced around and saw a group of little kids staring at him with bright, expectant eyes, so he smiled.

"Okay, let's tell a story today. What kind of story would you like to hear?"

"The World and the Words!"

"The chicken-raising woman and her adopted daughter!"

"Toma and Setsuna!"

"Aya Toujou and Tsukasa Nishino!"

Wu Qiong: "."

He said irritably, "What do a bunch of kids know! Find someone else!"

"The martial world!" the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes shouted. "Sir! I want to hear stories of the martial world!"

"The martial world." Wu Qiong shrugged. "I'm just a weak scholar who can't even kill a chicken, so I have no idea what the martial world is like for those martial artists."

He paused, then said, "But the martial world is simple in many ways."

He looked at the young man and said, "Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own."

The boy's eyes first looked blank, then he frowned in deep thought, then seemed to understand something, and then his eyes went blank again:

"Sir, I didn't understand."

"That's right, you didn't understand!" Wu Qiong thought to himself. "I don't understand either!"

He was simply quoting lines from a master's novel.

But he can't say that:

You'll understand later.

Wu Qiong packed his things, preparing to leave.

The boy raised his hand again: "Sir! My sister said she wants you to come to our house as a guest! She wants to thank you for teaching me to read!"

Wu Qiong waved his hand: "No need, I will be leaving this place today."

"Where are you going, sir?"