He has been practicing for more than 500 years and possesses outstanding talent among his peers.
If Master Hengxu had not suddenly accepted Xie Buchen as his true disciple, he might have been the real "first in understanding" among all the people in Kunwu today.
But according to people's rumors, this person is not interested in practicing cultivation and lives a carefree life.
A disciple of Kunwu once complained that if Senior Brother Wang Que had been 50% or 60% as hardworking as the others, he would have surpassed the three senior brothers before him long ago.
…
Everything about this person popped out of his mind in the blink of an eye, and slowly overlapped with the gray-robed male cultivator who was gradually approaching in front of him as the boat moved forward.
Jianchou stared at the other person, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.
In Zuo Sanqian, staring at someone like this might just be out of curiosity; but in Tomorrow Star Sea, if you stare at someone like this, the other person will have every reason to suspect that you are about to kill someone.
Wang had been to the Sea of Tomorrow before, and had encountered this kind of situation many times.
only…
At this moment, the cultivation level of the female cultivator in front of him was only the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. To say that she targeted herself who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul? Generally speaking, no one would be so stupid.
"My fellow Taoist, do we know each other?"
Although he was confused, Wang was not a person who would drag his feet. He smiled slightly and started to ask with a slightly hoarse voice.
Jianchou didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to ask.
It was difficult for her to have any favorable impression of Kunwu people when she first met them, even if they were very outstanding. It was already a great achievement for her not to have any ill will towards them.
She was on the boat, her back straight, the misty breeze blew up her sleeves, but could not move her body, she only replied calmly: "I don't know him."
This answer was so straightforward.
Wang frowned slightly: "Perhaps I should change the way I ask. I really don't know you, but you seem to know me?"
"I have heard of the great name of Kunwu Hermit Sword. It is not a big deal that he recognized you, right?"
Jianchou's tone of voice was not very polite.
Even though she knew that the other party had a higher level of cultivation and had been practicing for a longer time.
But what does that matter
Even his third senior brother Wu Duan always regarded himself as a "junior fellow" in front of her and did not dare to call her "senior brother". Who told her that she had not practiced for long and was the "senior sister" of Yashan
She smiled at him and said, "I heard from your sect's Taoist friend Wu Duan that you have a very high talent for cultivation. If your master had not accepted Xie Buchen as his disciple, I'm afraid you would be the best in the sect. By the way, speaking of which, your sect's junior brother Xie seemed to have had an accident a year ago. Is he okay now?"
Thank you, Junior Brother…
At this moment, Wang's eyebrows twitched and even his pupils shrank.
A feeling of fear suddenly arose in him, and the sword intent hidden deep in his eyes was about to burst out uncontrollably, making his gaze become particularly sharp!
The two small boats on the lake were only three meters apart at this moment.
With just a flash of thought, you can cross.
The boat was still moving with the waves, but the mist and lotus fragrance surrounding the lake had become cold and stagnant at this moment, as if it was controlled by a mysterious force and dared not move at all!
Pressure!
Wang is already the number one Nascent Soul cultivator in the Nineteen Continents. How could his abilities and combat power be ordinary
But at this moment...
Jianchou seemed unaffected, and returned his gaze, with a meaningful smile in her eyes. However, the frozen ice was hidden under this smile.
A trace of pure power flowed out from her meridians, flowing between her five fingers holding the sword, wandering and splashing...
It's heart-wrenching!
If Wang suddenly felt apprehensive when she mentioned Junior Brother Xie, then at this moment, he was simply horrified.
She is clearly just a female cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul...
But why did it give him a feeling of being evenly matched
like…
The female cultivator in front of me is no weaker than me!
A slight chill came from the lotus pod at my fingertips.
Wang tensed up, his frown not relaxing, and he almost wanted to make a move. But when he glanced away, he caught a glimpse of the barely perceptible smile on the other person's lips...
She is...
expect
To take action or not to take action
It was a brief and rapid moment, like a flash of lightning across the sky.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Wang's mind, but in the end he suddenly laughed, with no intention of taking action: "I have been traveling in the Nineteen Continents for sixty years and have not returned for a long time. I don't know much about the affairs of the sect. This Taoist fellow asked me the wrong person. Since you also know my third brother Wu Duan, why don't you ask him directly?"
He didn't do anything.
There was a flash of undisguised disappointment in Jianchou's eyes.
Sixty years ago, her name flashed across the Fourth Heavenly Monument; sixty years later, Wang is now number one on the Heavenly Monument.
She originally wanted to try and see what the difference was between her and the Hermit Sword in terms of combat power.
Unfortunately, there is no chance.
But this development was still within her expectations.
After all, Wang Que was one of the four disciples of Hengxu Zhenren and one of Kunwu's many chosen ones. If he had to go to war over these trivial matters, he would not be qualified to be called the "Hidden Sword".
So, she wasn't too surprised.
After listening to Wang Que's explanation and suggestions, she actually remembered the rather subtle relationship between Wu Duan and Xie Buchen, so the smile on her lips suddenly deepened: "I really was confused, what Daoyou said is a good idea."
Master Hengxu has thirteen true disciples in total, and Wang is considered to be the first to join, while Wu Duan is twenty years ahead of him. Therefore, the relationship between the two has always been good.
But he never knew that Wu Duan knew such a female cultivator.
I don't feel much malice, but it doesn't seem to be well-intentioned either.
Judging from her cultivation level, she should have practiced for hundreds of years at least. But he had no impression of the female cultivator in front of him.
Seeing the two boats approaching, then crossing each other, and slowly drifting away, Wang couldn't help but be curious: "Fellow Daoist, you already know my identity, but I still don't know anything about you. I don't know your name, could you please tell me?"
When asking a female cultivator, one should ask her “name”.
But Wang inexplicably felt that there was something wrong with these two words when used to describe this female cultivator, so he discarded them.
Jianchou naturally heard the subtle difference, but did not react much.
She simply lowered her eyes to the jade letter in her hand. The lines of handwriting were still neat and clear.
The first on the fourth heaven monument is Kunwu, Wang Que.
Deep in his eyes, a bright light shone through.
Jianchou stared at it for a moment, then slowly began to smile, but he did not look back. He just closed the jade book and said in a faint voice, "Who am I... If there is a chance, wait a few more days, and Daoist Wang Que will know."
You will know...
The voice was so soft, mixed with the sound of the boat floating on the water, and faded away in the blink of an eye, blending into the hazy mist around it and disappearing.
There was only one person and one boat left on the lake.
Wang was still holding the green lotus pod in his hand. He was a little dazed for a moment and did not understand the meaning of Jianchou's words clearly, but he had a strange and thrilling feeling in his heart.
Wait a few days
Will something big happen in a few days
Moreover, why did this female cultivator ask about Junior Brother Xie...
With a soft "pop" sound, Wang broke off a lotus seed, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, but his mind was actually not on it at all.
It has indeed been sixty years since he left his master.
After being ordered to perform the Hermit's Sword Intentions to Junior Brother Xie who had just arrived, he embarked on a long journey and never returned to Kunwu.
When he heard about the events in the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple, it was already a long time after the incident.
But Kunwu always had his master in charge, so nothing would go wrong. Besides, he didn't have a close relationship with this Junior Brother Xie, so he didn't ask too much.
Until some time ago, when he was in the Southern Region, he suddenly received news from his master.
In the letter, Master Hengxu asked him to end his journey and return to the sect.
Firstly, his cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage and he is gradually approaching the time of breaking through to the next level. It would be better for him to be in the sect than outside.
Secondly, the current situation in the Nineteen Continents is changing. The demons in the South are dancing wildly, the starry sea is dark and obscure, and the Yin-Yang Sect and the Chan-Esoteric Sect are also fighting among themselves. Even for a famous sect like Kunwu, it would be better to have one more person in charge.
The sense of impending storm can be felt between the lines.
At that time, Wang somehow remembered a rumor that very few people in Kunwu knew: the master accepted Xie Buchen as a disciple, as if to solve a "calamity" that would happen a hundred years later...
Now, is the "disaster" coming
But the king was not sure.
He had no choice but to end his journey and prepare to return via the Tomorrow Star Sea.
But he didn't expect that after arriving here, he would hear about something that was somewhat related to Kunwu Yashan. So he had no choice but to stop and check into this inn, preparing to go back and get some information to see if there was any chance to deal with it.
As for the latest developments within the sect, naturally, information was also coming in from Kunwu.
That Junior Brother Xie, who was not very familiar with him, was at a critical moment...
What a coincidence, there was such a female cultivator who met him by chance, and also wanted to inquire about Xie Buchen's news
Wang thought about it, but couldn't determine whether this was a coincidence.
Seeing that they had soon reached the lakeside boardwalk, he finally shook his head and threw away some of the guesses and thoughts in his mind.
He was indeed very curious about the good identity of this female cultivator, but these were all mundane matters.
He was a disciple of Kunwu, so he should have good feelings towards Kunwu. But he shouldn't think too much about the grudges and disputes among Kunwu disciples.
After all, "the heart is beyond the white clouds, and the sword travels through the mountains and rivers" is the true meaning of the hermit sword.
When the boat reached the plank road, Wang laughed, abandoned the boat and went ashore. Without thinking too much, he walked up the plank road and headed out of the inn.
On the lake, the mountains and waters are still hazy, and islands are scattered around.
Jianchou's boat passed through a large expanse of water with lotus leaves and lotus flowers in front of it and came to rest beside an island.
The island is surrounded by green trees and birds chirping.
There is also a wooden plank road built on the shore, at the end of which is a staircase leading to an exquisite house.
The withered flower window faces outwards. When you go ashore and walk along the plank road, you can vaguely see the furnishings in the house through the window.
It's very simple.
There were three or two futons, tables, chairs, beds, tea sets, a formation to gather spirits and purify the mind, as well as a table of incense and an incense burner.
Against the wall was a bookshelf, with some books and jade slips randomly placed on it. There were words like "Tomorrow's Star Sea Map" on it, which seemed to be prepared by the inn for the convenience of guests, just like the "Zhi Lin Sou Ri Xin" placed on the boat.
To Jianchou, these were all very useful things and he should have picked them up and checked them.
But at this moment...
She simply opened the door and stood in front of the eucalyptus tree. The sunlight cast her shadow into a long and narrow line.
The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
On his face, he still looked calm and composed as he had been when he had met and talked with Wang Que by chance, but his eyes were already filled with coldness and murderous intent.
Jianchou's gaze only fell on a certain point in the void. It seemed that through this point, he could see the other side of the long river of time, all the kindness and hatred, love and hate in the past...
I can vaguely remember the chilly spring days of the past, and the deep and bitter scent of sandalwood.
She was lying on the eucalyptus tree copying Buddhist scriptures when the voice of Mr. Xie San rang in her ears: "There is a worry in my heart..."
The hand holding the pen paused, and she turned around to look at the window.
Mr. Xie, praised by everyone in the capital, was standing in front of the window.
The snow-white crane cloak was still stained with the chill of early spring outside, but between her slender fingers she held two budding peach blossoms picked from outside, which she casually inserted into the empty plum vase.
Then he turned his head and asked her with a smile: "Is this where your name comes from?"
The clear and elegant eyebrows and eyes are a kind of innate nobility.
In just a blink of an eye, such cold and lonely eyes were illuminated by the dim and faint fishing fire, full of warmth. His slightly hot forehead was close to hers, and he said to her in a hoarse voice: "God gave you a name, but not a surname. The name comes from sorrow, and the surname comes from me, okay?"
The small boat on the river is swaying.
The sound of the flowing river was noisy in her ears, but his low voice was noisy in her heart. So from then on, she was "Xie's sorrow".
Xie was worried.
The long river flows by hurriedly, but it washes out green mountains and green trees, and a new lonely grave. In front of it stands a simple wooden tombstone with these four words written on it.
It is not just "Xie's sorrow", it is "the tomb of my wife Xie's sorrow"...
Jianchou stood in this room, looking at the room and furnishings which were somewhat similar to the old days because of their simplicity, and finally he laughed.
"If his life is over, why should Kunwu hide it..."
Only if people are still alive would such a situation, unknown to anyone, occur for various reasons, and would Wang be so secretive about it.
Otherwise, if they are dead, then they are dead. Why would there be a commotion in the city
"I have failed you in this life. If there is an afterlife, you can ask for my life..."
When he drew back the bloody sword, the words stained with blood began to echo in her ears again. The words were overlapping, as if separated by distant mountains and clouds, and they were actually a little hazy.
Jianchou was in a trance and slowly spread out his palms.
Lying quietly in her palm was a small silver lock, and the red string tied to it was already a little old and faded. But in her eyes, it was as red as a piercing human eye.
"Xie Buchen, who wants to talk to you about the afterlife..."