Jian Wushuang nodded and saw that Chunqiu was not in a high mood, but did not say anything more and took him out of the lonely sky together.
In Xiaogutian, above the clouds in the sky, Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "Want to kill the little emperor for revenge?"
Chunqiu was startled, then shook his head slightly and said, "Although he is also a guy I want to kill on the spot, but more than anything else, I want to be the first to kill his emperor father myself!"
Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret hidden in this. He knew a long time ago that Chun Qiu was not an ordinary top cultivator, but the son of a former heavenly emperor.
"My imperial father, Emperor Fenghua, died in the hands of Zhen Wuyang, and the entire heaven was destroyed. In the end, I was the only one left, becoming a prisoner."
The past has long since passed away, but it still lingers around Chunqiu like a chain, making him feel resentful all the time.
Although he wished he could kill Zhen Wuyang at this moment, the sad thing was that he was not even qualified to see him, and he didn't even know where the heaven was.
Jian Wushuang did not say anything to comfort him, but put his palm on Chunqiu's shoulder and patted it gently.
Chunqiu glanced at him gratefully, and then said slowly, "Brother Jian, if it weren't for your appearance, I might still be a prisoner in that dark black mountain. I will keep all my kindness in my heart and will never forget it until my death.
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Jian Wushuang said quietly, "Live well and continuously improve your strength, so that one day you will be able to kill your enemies with your own hands."
Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "Brother Jian, don't worry, I believe there will be such a day."
"In addition," he suddenly hesitated, and then said after a moment, "Brother Jian, if such a day comes, will you help him?"
The person Chun Qiu refers to naturally refers to the little emperor.
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang shook his head without any hesitation and said, "At that time, I'm afraid I will have already left here, and everything you are worried about will not happen. What you need most now is to continuously enhance your own strength."
Chunqiu nodded, then took out the palm-sized Eight-Armed Angry Eye from his arms and returned it to Jian Wushuang, "Brother Jian, I'd better give this thing back to you. Only in front of a stronger person can it display its strongest strength.
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Jian Wushuang smiled and stretched out his hand to push back the eight-armed glaring eyes, "For me, this thing is not of much use. I can leave it to you for self-defense, but don't rely too much on it."
Chunqiu no longer refused, and very carefully put the eight-armed angry eyes back into his arms.
"Chunqiu, the emperor you are talking about is the state after the immortal, or is it just a title?"
Regarding this issue, Jian Wushuang has never asked about it before, and he planned to ask clearly when it suddenly came up today.
Although Chun Qiu has not yet set foot in Yanxian, he is a real son of the emperor, so he naturally knows some situations better than Jian Wushuang.
Hearing this, Chunqiu said carefully, "Emperor is actually an honorific title, not a realm, but a real watershed."
"From when I was young, I heard the emperor's father's admonitions, and I vaguely knew that if you want to become an emperor, luck, the way to build the heaven, and your own realm are all indispensable."
"The most important step in becoming an emperor is to enter that level. However," Chunqiu's memory seemed a little blurry, "I seem to have forgotten what level it is."
Jian Wushuang nodded. He had already realized that the true souls of the three emperors he first came into contact with had already taken the step of becoming immortals.
I am afraid that if you want to become an emperor who creates a heaven, what you really need to cross is the mysterious realm of immortality.
As for what other realms there are, Jian Wushuang is blinded by this, and can only move forward and comprehend cautiously.
As far as he is concerned, with the true shadow of the Three Emperors by his side, he is enough to protect himself from any powerful force.
There is no big sun hanging high in the sky of Xiaogutian, but it is never dark. It is always a quiet day, very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.
After several days of casual discussions with Chunqiu, Jian Wushuang began to practice.
He took out from his arms several unique kendo books that he had bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng.
Looking at the traces of their true appearance that had gone through ancient times and vicissitudes of life, Jian Wushuang estimated that these orphans were probably tens of thousands of years older than him.
There are four unique copies in total, and the ancient aura sealed on them has long been severely worn out. Almost with a flick of the hand, the imprints are gone with the wind.
These four unique books were randomly selected by him from various immortals, and they are the oldest swordsmanship in the Dayan world.
Three of them are the most basic teachings of kendo, which are of great benefit to those who practice kendo. Judging from the remaining atmosphere in these orphan books, the writers have already reached the realm of immortality when they created these kendo.
Quickly absorbing the knowledge of swordsmanship in the three solitary books like a whale absorbing water, Jian Wushuang finally turned his attention to the last book.
The two simple and sharp characters "Sword Collection" seem to have been written randomly on the front page with a straw stick dipped in ink.
Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. He seemed to have forgotten which vendor he bought this unique copy from, and he was extremely unimpressed by its appearance.
Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, he waved his hand and opened the first page.
What caught my eye was a blank slate.
Not even a single word appeared on the withered yellow paper that glowed with dark green.
Jian Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, "No way, did you meet a profiteer here?"
Not believing in evil, he hurriedly looked over and over.
Finally came to the conclusion that I was deceived by profiteers.
This is simply a wordless heavenly book.
Jian Wushuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After using his Yan power to explore it again and confirming that it was worthless, he was ready to throw it away.
However, at the next moment, a warm and cool breath flashed across his hand. If you didn't notice it carefully, you would never have noticed it.
He subconsciously looked at the sword collection in his hand. A breath of extremely dense immortal energy, like cloud smoke, just rotated on the lone copy for a moment, and then fell into the book in an instant.
As if he realized something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly opened the wordless book in his hand again.
On the withered yellow paper glowing with dark green, the aura of immortal energy that was dense to the extreme was like a frightening dragon the size of a finger, hovering over the paper.
Jian Wushuang opened his eyes as wide as possible, unable to guess where this familiar yet unfamiliar aura came from.
Soon, the aura as thin as a wandering cloud suddenly condensed and instantly transformed into a figure only the size of a fingernail.
He completely held his breath, and the scene seemed a bit mysterious now.
His thumb-sized figure is extremely compact, but the white shirt he wears makes him look like a great master.
Although the little man transformed from cloud smoke had no facial features, the aura he revealed made Jian Wushuang feel very familiar, like an old friend.