At the end of winter in the Guihai year, the small restaurant beside the Reincarnation Bridge welcomed a strange guest.
He was wearing a golden cirrus pattern ink shirt, a golden crown on his head, and a small golden fan in hand. Together with his attendants, he suddenly appeared in the wilderness.
It was a heavy snow that day, and the snow covered the thickness of his knees. He looked very weak, his face was pale, his hands and feet were trembling, but he still insisted on trudging in the snow, facing the wind and snow.
They walked for a while, and the young man in black seemed to be exhausted and entered the restaurant.
He picked up the curtains and went in, there was heat gushing out from the restaurant, the young man's face was a little better, he looked up, and saw that there was a table full of people in the hall, and a storyteller was sitting on the table, and he was talking vividly. Folk tales, everyone under the table seems to have heard the stories he told, drinking and drinking, chatting and chatting, without giving the storyteller half an eye.
The two were luxuriously dressed and were extremely handsome, but after entering the door, they were silent, and no one even noticed that he entered the door.
They passed through the crowd and sat at the innermost table. The attendant poured tea for the young man and went to fetch spiritual food. The young man sat on the side and seemed a little sleepy. He leaned his head against the wall and gently closed his eyes.
"Nowadays, Yunze's aura is less and less, and magic cultivation is prevalent. It is said that the current aura is maintained by Huayang-Jun. I don't know how many days Huayang-Jun can last?"
There are people in the crowd discussing current events, with worry in their voices. However, the storyteller on the stage was talking about the prosperity of Yunze in the past: "Yunze fairyland was lush with lush vegetation and aura, and there were countless cultivators. How many mortals traveled through mountains and rivers to come to Yunze..."
"Among them, there is a child named Qin Yan, who was in a severe drought that year and encountered natural disasters. He followed his mother across the ocean to Yunze to seek immortals..."
Hearing the name Qin Yan, the young man in black who was in health care opened his eyes slightly.
What the storyteller said was "The Biography of Suiyan", which has long been said by the people.
The legendary Suiyan Demon Lord is the chief culprit of Yunze's wreckage.
He was originally the first disciple of Jiang Yebai, the master of Hongmeng Tiangong, and the most promising heir to the future of Hongmeng Tiangong.
Xiandao fought with him for nearly 20 years. In the end, Fu Changling, the master of Huayang, led people into Wugou Palace, captured Qin Yan alive, and sent him to the trial platform.
This is the past that everyone in Yunze is familiar with. When the storyteller says it, no one likes to listen to it. There was a young man sitting in the audience, who seemed to dislike Mr. Storyteller's clamor, and finally said: "Sir, don't say these old sesame seeds are rotten. It's about the millet, let's talk about something you haven't heard of."
This made the storyteller a little embarrassed. He blushed and was speechless. The young man laughed: "You don't have to say anything, do you?"
"Why didn't you say anything?!" The storyteller got a little annoyed, and snorted coldly, "What do you know? There are many things this old man knows."
"Then let's talk about it." The people in the audience roared, and Mr. Storyteller saw that there was much more excitement, his expression calmed down a little, he coughed lightly, and said slowly: "Since everyone is interested, then the old man will tell you about what he has seen. Past events. Do you know that Mojun Yan, then, committed suicide?"
After hearing this, everyone finally became interested. The attendant came back with the spiritual food. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked over. Just as he was about to say something, the young man in black raised his hand and pressed it with his cold palm. The attendant's sleeves quietly looked at the old man in the seat.
"In those days, when Lord Huayang fought bloody night in Wugou Palace, he captured Demon Lord Suiyan alive and returned to trial and ordered a public trial. At that time, the old man was in the audience and watched the trial with his own eyes."
"When Demon Lord Suiyan was brought up, his golden core was completely destroyed, his spiritual roots were completely broken, the eyeballs in a pair of eyes had long been dug out, and his legs were lying on his back. He was dragged up by someone. At that time, there was blood all over the place, and it was very scary to look at."
Mr. Storyteller took a sip of tea and continued: "Then Huayang-Jun walked up to search for souls in public. As a result, Huayang-Jun put his finger on his forehead. Guess what?"
"What?"
"He exploded the sea of knowledge on the spot!"
Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath.
For monks, there are three key positions that cannot be moved: the golden core, the spiritual root, and the sea of consciousness. In these three positions, the golden core stores the spiritual energy, the spiritual root absorbs the spiritual energy, and the sea of knowledge places the soul. Wherever you move, the pain will be unbearable, and the sea of knowledge is not only the most painful position, but also the root of a person. The golden elixir is gone, but if you can't become a monk, the sea of knowledge is gone, and people are completely useless.
"He is hiding something shameful, and he would rather explode his knowledge without letting anyone know?"
"What did Huayang-Jun know in time?"
"The sea of knowledge is gone, isn't Mojun Suiyan stupid?"
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Questions came one after another in the crowd, the young man in black lowered his eyes, and his hand on the table trembled slightly.
Mr. Storyteller listened to the question and shook his head: "I don't know what you are asking. The old man guessed that Huayang Jun probably knew something. Because Mojun Suiyan fell to the ground at that time, Huayang Jun watched He looked shocked. He seemed to say something... I didn't catch it, I saw Demon Lord Suiyan get up, put his hand in his heart, then took something out and put it in his hand, then squeezed it with his hand. , it's gone. That thing dissipated, Mojun Suiyan fell down with a smile, and he lost his breath on the spot, and the so-called "thousands of swords" in the back is just a passing scene and just pretending."
"Then what did he take out?"
Everyone was very curious, and the storyteller shook his head, saying he didn't know.
Everyone was discussing for a while, and a young voice hesitantly rang: "Mojun Suiyan was in Hongmeng Temple in his early years, did he cultivate the ruthless Tao?"
Saying this, everyone suddenly remembered something.
It is rumored that people who cultivate the ruthless way will have a root of love. When they cultivate to the last level of the ruthless way, they will smash that root of love.
Everyone was afraid to speak, as if they had discovered a secret that no one dared to know.
"I heard that in the early years, both Huayang Jun and Suiyan Demon Lord were Yunze Tianjiao. That year, when the Junzitai debated Suiyan Demon Lord, he didn't go, and Huayang Jun specially invited him to fight at Samsara Bridge."
"Is Suiyan Demon Lord here?"
No one should know this, everyone thought.
"he came."
When everyone thought that no one could answer, the shopkeeper who had been calculating abacus at the counter suddenly laughed, raised his hand and pointed to a long bridge in the distance outside the window: "It just happened to rain ghosts in those days, he was there, supporting An umbrella, I haven't waited for Huayang-Jun for seven days. He didn't leave until someone from Hongmeng Tiangong came. Oh, he left the umbrella with me before leaving."
The shopkeeper said, sighed, lowered his head and fiddled with the abacus, and whispered: "I was a good person in the early years, why can't I think of doing so many stupid things?"
When these words came out, there were those who regretted it, and there were those who ridiculed them, and there was a lot of noise in the restaurant. The attendant was stunned for a moment, but suddenly looked at the black-clothed youth: "Young Master, you..."
The black-clothed youth didn't speak. He raised his slender fingers and put them on his lips. With his usual gentle and romantic smile, he pressed his eyes a little pleadingly, and gave a soft "shh".
The attendant was speechless, the young man weakly picked up the wine glass on the side, poured himself a glass of warm wine, and after taking the last sip, he seemed to have gathered up his courage, and then got up, walked slowly to the shopkeeper, raised his His thin, pale face, and a pair of naturally romantic peach blossom eyes were filled with exhaustion and tenderness. He looked at the shopkeeper with a smile, spread out his white palm, and said politely and calmly, "Excuse me, Umbrella."
The shopkeeper stared blankly at the young man, but he did not respond, but the cabinet behind him suddenly opened, and a sixty-four-section purple bamboo oil-paper umbrella painted with rippling reeds flew out of the many umbrellas and landed smoothly in the young man's hands.
The young man lowered his eyebrows and swept the old marks on the umbrella that could not be erased after experiencing the ghost rain. After a pause, he turned around with the umbrella in his hand, walked to the door under the attention of everyone, raised his hand and opened the paper umbrella.
At that time, the snow was flying outside the house, and the young man was walking on the snow with an umbrella.
He walked towards the Reincarnation Bridge, and someone exclaimed behind him: "Then, isn't that Huayang-Jun?!"
"What is he doing here?"
What are you doing here
Huayang Zhenjun Fu Changling held a paper umbrella and looked at the long bridge stained by frost and snow in the distance.
He seemed to see Qin Yan wearing a white jade crown, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a purple bamboo umbrella with sixty-four knuckles in his hand, quietly waiting for him.
In fact, he didn't have much time to really talk with Qin Yan in his life.
When a person dies, the lamp goes out, and all the resentment in the past slowly disappears. In time, he polishes the appearance of that person day after day, and finally turns into cinnabar in his heart and white moon in his eyes. Extreme and intense, leaving a shallow and long wound in his heart.
He didn't know why he came here at this time.
However, when he clearly outlined the appearance of Qin Yan waiting on the bridge, he suddenly understood the meaning of traveling thousands of miles when he learned that his deadline was approaching—
He came here to rush to this unfinished, life-and-death covenant.
In December of the Gui Chou year, the Suiyan Demon Lord Qin Yan, who caused a bloody storm in Yunze Immortal Realm, was stabbed by thousands of swords on the trial platform. Everyone thought that after Qin Yan's death, Yunze would return to its former prosperity. , but did not want to, even though Qin Yan died, the magic cultivation was not finished.
The first year after Qin Yan's death was relatively peaceful.
In the third year after Qin Yan's death, Yunze was in chaos.
In the fifth year after Qin Yan's death, the spiritual energy was exhausted and all things withered.
In the tenth year after Qin Yan's death, at the end of winter in the Guihai year, Fu Changling fell on the Reincarnation Bridge.
After this, there is no more cloud.