At this point, there was no need to read on. Gu Pinglin walked out of the locust tree forest woodenly with cold hands and feet, subconsciously boarded the boat to leave the Fairy Snake Island, returned to the Biyou Palace, calmly greeted the guards, and then walked through the gate.
There was a slight sound on the water outside the corridor, which should be the sound of sea fish swimming in the water. The water splashed briefly, causing the waves to ripple. The shimmering silver light reflected on the railing and passed by the corner of the eye.
Gu Pinglin staggered slightly, stopped, supported himself on the pillar in front of him with his left hand, and breathed softly.
But I didn't know how long I had been walking on the corridor, and I had already passed the room.
Gu Pinglin closed his eyes, leaned against the porch pillar and remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed softly.
So that’s it, so that’s it!
No wonder, I, who normally can drink quite well, was so drunk that night that I couldn't control my actions;
No wonder Qu Lin, who only has Duan Qingming in her heart, would be so obedient to me!
The vague sound of the flute was not an illusion in a drunken dream, but a real conspiracy. The East Sea Magic Flute not only caused Qu Lin to hallucinate, but also aroused his resentment for Bu Shuihan's death.
Finally, a big mistake was made.
Half a lifetime of cultivation was destroyed in an instant, his spiritual heart was devoured by hatred, and he was doomed from then on.
With his hands tightly clenched into fists, Gu Pinglin lightly hit the pillars of the corridor, shaking his head and laughing. The intermittent, miserable laughter was out of grief and anger? Or self-mockery? It was hard to tell.
The person behind the scenes turned out to be Nanzhu.
Nanzhu was a vengeful person. He had been insulted by Gu Pingsheng. Gu's family had all joined the Lingxin Sect in their previous lives, so he would naturally take revenge on the Lingxin Sect. He had made things difficult for his disciples several times, but he easily resolved them all. So he came up with this plan. Because of Bu Shuihan's death, he went to Duan Qingming to ask for punishment, but he was met with sarcasm and was defeated again. Finally, he was dragged away by Yan Feixiu who came rushing over. At that time, he still didn't want to fight Duan Qingming to the death, so he had to drink to drown his sorrows. Unexpectedly, Nanzhu seized the opportunity and ignited this fire in time.
Nanzhu wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but the funny thing is that he succeeded. Duan Qingming was furious at Qu Lin's death. His own Dao lineage was abolished, and he went astray because of a single thought, and the Lingxin Sect also suffered a catastrophic disaster. What's even more ridiculous is that he prided himself on being smart and never took outsiders seriously. Nanzhu made things difficult for him, but he didn't raise his guard, and only focused on Duan Qingming, and even fell into such a simple trap.
A piece of magic flute changed his life.
Now, he actually took the initiative to help his enemy and became friends with him.
The world is so unpredictable, how ridiculous, how ridiculous!
His fingers clasped together tighter and tighter, sinking into the hard Hainan wood pillar. Gu Pinglin lowered his head and gently rested his forehead against the pillar, feeling a little cool.
The night wind blew from the sea, lifting the cloak and robe, blowing up the long black hair at the temples, and brushing against the chiseled profile of the face.
His handsome face was calm and expressionless. He remained in this posture motionless for a long time, as if he had turned into a wooden sculpture.
I don't know how much time passed before I felt a sinking sensation on my shoulders.
Gu Pinglin did not avoid and raised his face.
"Well, I didn't expect you like blow-drying so much." The magnetic voice was as usual, with a smile.
Gu Pinglin turned around and looked at him.
The wide sleeves of his white robe fluttered in the wind, but Duan Qingming didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him: "You look so murderous... What? Do you want to fight?"
Gu Pinglin was silent for a moment, then summoned Gu Ying Sword: "Of course."
The famous wind is like a white rainbow, the shadow creates purple lightning, the two swords compete, and the sea and sky are filled with dazzling light and shadow.
This was an extremely fierce battle, familiar yet different. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage and being suppressed everywhere, Gu Pinglin became more determined to fight, and he made many risky moves, showing his ingenuity in the midst of danger, and actually reversed the losing situation many times.
The "Flowering Butterflies" move was used again, which was very different from the previous one. The opponent said "Huh" and pulled away: "It seems to be trapped, but it is actually killing. Is this really the true meaning of your swordsmanship?"
Seeing the light in his eyes as he wished, Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows, and the unconcealed arrogance spread out along with the sword energy: "How can a sword cultivator be called a sword cultivator if he doesn't kill people!"
The man on the other side heard this and the frost between his brows melted slightly: "Very good, let me see how much you have kept."
"Mutual."
Large areas of sea water exploded into mist, obscuring the figures under the moonlight. They probably couldn't remember how many times they had walked back and forth, until the moon set in the west. The opponent had always been reserved, only using 70% of his power. He took the initiative to narrow the gap in realm, making this duel a pure swordsmanship contest.
The harder the battle, the more motivated Gu Pinglin became.
This is the real Gu Ying swordsmanship. In his previous life, he was indeed making himself...
So what? Now, he doesn't need to give in anymore.
Gu Pinglin floated several feet away, looked up at the shadow of ice and snow in the sky, and shouted: "Where is the shadow of the wild goose in the clouds? Why can't I see it?"
"as you wish."
As the voice fell, the sword realm reappeared, covering the moon with clouds, and only a vast expanse of white mist remained in the space. Occasionally, a vague shadow passed by the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye, making it difficult to tell whether it was real or fake.
Gu Pinglin narrowed his eyes slightly, unmoved, and suddenly concentrated all his true energy, and sent out an attack with all his might. Eight sword energies soared into the sky and slashed straight at the sword positions in the eight directions!
"Is this your method to break the attack?" The voice rang out in the clouds.
"is it wrong?"
"certainly."
Behind him, white rainbow sword energy floated over, calculating that he would not have enough time to recover.
Gu Pinglin did not dodge, but laughed: "So it's here!"
The eight scattered sword energies suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, another eight sword shadows appeared beside him, with the sword tips pointing outwards and scattering in all directions!
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After being defeated by Gu Ying's swordsmanship again, Gu Pinglin had no intention of resigning himself to the fact. He turned around and looked at the tip of Mingfeng's sword pointing directly at his chest, mockingly saying, "It's still the same moves, nothing new."
"Hey, are you showing off?" Mingfeng returned to the sheath by itself. The man opposite him became gentle and calm again and walked in front of him. "It was a close call. You almost caught me."
Gu Pinglin said: "Almost, just a little bit worse."
"This move is indeed unexpected," Duan Qingming thought for a moment, "It is taken from the 'Flowing Clouds Out of the Caves' in the Spiritual Heart Sword Technique. Hmm... it has at least thirty-seven variations."
Gu Pinglin put away the Gu Ying Sword: "Almost."
"That's not your style."
"It's your style."
"Oh..." Duan Qingming said meaningfully, "Are you imitating me?"
The two of them walked back into the corridor while talking. Gu Pinglin heard what they said and said, "You also learned the swordsmanship of the Lingxin School, so why can't I learn the Guying swordsmanship?"
Duan Qingming smiled and said, "Of course, Junior Brother Gu wants to learn. It's my honor. Please feel free to learn."
"You don't have to be complacent," Gu Pinglin glanced at him, "This move is still the swordsmanship of the Lingxin School. Even though it has more variations, it is different from your swordsmanship. Moreover, it still has room for improvement. You may not be able to dodge it next time."
"Oh?" Duan Qingming said, "You can't say that. Nothing is impossible."
Gu Pinglin also imitated his tone and said slowly: "Yes, nothing is impossible."
Duan Qingming asked with a smile: "What is the name of the new move?"
Gu Pinglin said: "A wild goose falling from the clouds."
Duan Qingming laughed: "We are brothers after all, why do you have to target me like this?"
"No, I'm not targeting you, I'm targeting your swordsmanship," Gu Pinglin frowned slightly, staring at him and said, "The reason why the swordsmanship is so famous is because of inheritance. Although Gu Ying's swordsmanship is good, it is still too complicated. Except for you, who in the world can remember those changes? After you, who can inherit it?"
"You think so?"
"is it wrong?"
Duan Qingming did not answer directly: "Complexity is the move in your eyes, simplicity is the move in my heart." He raised his hand to hold the railing and looked at the moon sideways. "Just like the cycle of life and death, death means the beginning of rebirth, and life is the starting point of the road to death. The extreme complexity is another kind of simplicity."
All the best sword techniques in the world seek to simplify, achieve unity between man and sword, and return to nature. The Yao family's unique sword technique is one of the representatives. Gu Pinglin has never heard of this saying of "simplifying the complex". If outsiders hear it, they will definitely denounce it as absurd. However, since the words came from this person's mouth, Gu Pinglin will not underestimate it and began to ponder.
Duan Qingming said: "From nothing comes something, from one comes two, from two comes three, from three comes all things, from nothing comes a move, from one moves comes thousands, this is the true meaning of Gu Ying's swordsmanship. It is said to be simple because it is originally nothing, the real nothing. People in the world only know how to simplify in order to return to the original simplicity, but how can they know that from simplicity comes complexity, isn't this another form of returning to the original simplicity?"
As a fellow swordsman, Gu Pinglin listened to his explanation and nodded, "Yes, returning from existence to nothingness is the way, and creating something out of nothing is also the way. Although your words are a bit novel, they do make some sense."
The existence turns into nothingness, the nothingness gives birth to existence, it is endless and indestructible, the great way is invisible. The reason why Gu Ying's swordsmanship has so many changes is because he has reached the state of existence and non-existence. The sword moves are visible and the moves are named; the sword moves are invisible and can be changed at will - this is the true return to simplicity.
It is difficult to break it, but also simple.
Although it is said to be simple, it is still difficult. How many people can reach this level
Gu Pinglin couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this.
Duan Qingming suddenly turned around and asked, "Are you interested in the inheritance of Gu Ying's swordsmanship?"
Gu Pinglin did not answer but asked: "Do you want me to learn?"
Duan Qingming also asked back: "Do you need it?"
"Of course not." Gu Pinglin suddenly felt relieved. He stared at him and said slowly, "But since you told me these truths, aren't you afraid that I will surpass you?"
"Afraid?" Duan Qingming laughed when he heard that. He pulled up a strand of black hair and shook it, not disguising his arrogance. "It should be called expectation. I expect someone to surpass me - can you, Gu Xiaojiu?"
"Difficult," Gu Pinglin said bluntly, "You should have discovered that my cultivation has not improved for a long time since my last breakthrough."
Duan Qingming was not surprised at all and let go of his hand: "Why?"
"It's nothing. The Tao is ruthless." Gu Pinglin avoided his sight and turned to look at the moon shadow in the water.
Duan Qingming in this life is not the same person as in the previous life. His obsession will never be resolved, and his path is worrying. In comparison, he is extremely gifted. With the perfection of the Bu Tian Jue, his cultivation speed will become faster and faster, and the gap between the two will only grow. In the previous life, that person deliberately amused himself, and finally left him with an obsession, and then easily broke through the realm and left, leaving him with nothing but obsession, and wasting his life again. What if he is unwilling? Where can he find him
Gu Pinglin said calmly: "It won't take you ten years to form an inner elixir, but I still don't know if I can break through the inner elixir realm in this lifetime. I probably won't be your opponent."
"Maybe," Duan Qingming repeated, "you don't plan to give up."
Gu Pinglin said: "Of course, when did I, Gu Jiu, ever give up?"
Duan Qingming nodded: "Where to go next?"
“Xian Jiao Pa Frame!
"It seems you already have an idea."
Gu Pinglin did not respond to the topic. He turned around and faced him, remaining silent for a long time.
He couldn't stand provocation, trusted his own judgment too much, and couldn't see clearly, which led to many misunderstandings with this person, and he fell into Nanzhu's conspiracy.
But thinking about it carefully, at that time, I was first shocked by Bu Shuihan's death and lost my composure, and then my Dao meridian was destroyed. Even if I felt something was wrong, I didn't bother to investigate it because of this deep hatred. But what about Duan Qingming? It would be unreasonable to say that he didn't even notice the trap. How could he tolerate such use
Gu Pinglin's mind moved slightly.
No, later he cut off one of Nanzhu's arms in public, causing Nanzhu to be seriously injured and retreat back to the East China Sea in defeat. Lujie's plan for hegemony came to an end here.
Logically speaking, he was already a well-known swordsman at that time, the most prominent figure in the cultivation world. Gu Ying's swordsmanship was famous throughout the world. If Nanzhu had any sense, she should not have provoked him. Why the two of them confronted each other, and the reason behind it, she had no idea.
Looking back now, he probably realized that he was being used.
Unexpectedly, before he died, he avenged himself, although not for himself.
"I can actually make you stare at me in a daze. I almost thought I was very charming." The face in front of me was enlarged. "We have a long time to go. How about letting you stare at me every day?"
Gu Pinglin came back to his senses and ignored his teasing: "Are you here to see me?"
Duan Qingming stood up and said, "Well, the elders of the Duan family have not given up the idea of changing the heir. They will probably use you to contain me..."
"You are so charming, of course you solved it yourself." Gu Pinglin interrupted him leisurely.
"You're bullying me again," Duan Qingming laughed again. Seeing him sitting down on the platform next to the railing, he asked, "Aren't you going back?"
How to sleep tonight? Gu Pinglin said calmly: "Watch the moon."
"How about we enjoy this beautiful scenery together?" Duan Qingming sat down.
There was suddenly a person behind him, and through the robe, there seemed to be warmth. Gu Pinglin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at the white sleeve beside his hand, then looked up at the moon outside the corridor, leaned back slightly, and transferred some of his weight to the person's back.
The moon sets and the tide comes.
Neither of them moved or spoke again.