It's the first day after the snow.
Ye Ziyun held the sword and stood between the icy cold world, standing still, contemplating the sword moves.
In the legends of the Jianghu, there are often people who meet by chance, rely on elixir to improve their skills for a period of time, and thus become a martial arts master. Ye Ziyun never took the idea of using foreign objects to improve his skills to heart, and he didn't want that one day what everyone dreamed of would actually fall on him.
Now not only the injury has been healed, but there is also a real qi flowing in the meridians. Although it is not the same as in the past, it is the most rare thing in the world to grow from nothing.
Right now he has recovered less than half of his skills, although not enough to deal with masters, but he is not afraid of the severe cold in the north. It was clear after the snow that day, he was walking alone, and suddenly he was impressed by the scenery of the snow mountain. He took the unknown sword in his hand, and wanted to try to figure out the meaning of the sword that he had just realized.
Now his sword practice is different from others, he moves the sword very slowly, sometimes he even has to stop and think for a long time, and the strength of the sword is obviously insufficient, a little weak. Anyone who is proficient in swordsmanship will probably not be able to help but sneer when they see it.
However, he was holding the sword for the first time after recovering from his injury. Luo Yin stood aside and saw the sword's intent slightly, but he was stunned, standing motionless in the snow, even Ye Ziyun had never heard of him calling him, the snow fell on his face On the road, even his eyebrows and hair were dyed white, and he suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had an epiphany.
Luo Yin once said in the past that the realm of swordsmanship that Ye Ziyun comprehended was far above him, and now it can be seen that this statement is true. Even so, Ye Ziyun's ability to control the sword is far inferior to that of the past, and it is inevitable that he will be restricted by it when he is practicing the sword.
When he first circulated his true qi in his meridians, he knew that it was almost impossible to regain his old view of martial arts, and he didn't feel discouraged at this moment. Putting the sword back into its sheath, I want to go back to my heart's content.
Suddenly one person laughed and said: "Young man's swordsmanship is interesting, would you like to learn from me?" The laughter was old and bold, and in his long laugh, a few steps away from Ye Ziyun, loose Snowflakes fell on the ground one after another, such a profound skill is rare in the martial arts.
Ye Ziyun turned his head to look, and saw an old man with white beard and hair, sitting under the pine a few feet away, looking at him with a smile.
He didn't notice when the old man showed up, and he could tell that the old man's martial arts were already superb, far from being comparable to the first-rate masters in the Jianghu. With his current martial arts, he wanted to fight against him. Overwhelmed.
But Ye Ziyun has never flinched from the challenges of others in his life. He nodded, and said lightly: "I also ask the senior to advise."
The old man looked at him with piercing eyes. This young man was the only one he had ever seen in his life. His skill was obviously ordinary, but there was a hidden demeanor of a master in his gestures. Such contradictions appeared in one person strangely. People find it interesting. And knowing that the outcome of the match is already decided, but people can't be indifferent to it.
Ye Ziyun held the sword in his hand, pointed his fingers slantingly, and used the most familiar swordsmanship in his life, but now his swordsmanship is not as good as it used to be, if Shen Hong was here, when his life was fighting , he will also be defeated.
However, when he taught Shen Hong how to use the sword, it was true, but if Shen Hong made a move, the old man might be surprised, but he would never change his face.
But at this time, seeing Ye Ziyun's attack, the old man's expression turned serious, and he stood up slowly, as if he was taking this contest with him very seriously.
There are a total of thirty-six moves in the Xinqing swordsmanship, performed by Ye Ziyun, not only completely different from others, but also different every time he uses it. Therefore, the thirty-six sword moves in his hands seem to be endless, and the moves will never be repeated.
The two sides moved at a distance of three zhang, and there was no internal force connecting at all, but when the old man received the move, it seemed that each move was more difficult than the other.
After ten moves, Ye Ziyun lowered his hand, withdrew his sword and said, "I have no strength left."
The old man was expressionless, he stared at him and asked, "Who taught you this melancholy swordsmanship?"
There are still people in the world who know the name of the Sword Art of Desire, but Ye Ziyun did not show any surprise, and said: "Since the old man knows the name of the Sword Art of Desire, he must have the answer in his heart."
The old man was stunned when he heard the words, and murmured to himself: "That's right, since I know that this is the Sword Art of Desperation, why do I ask more. Time flies, and I haven't seen this sword art in twenty years—"
His tone was full of nostalgia, his expression seemed melancholy or sentimental, his eyes fell on Ye Ziyun, and he asked warmly, "Who are you, Luo Qiuyan?"
Ye Ziyun stood upright, "It's my teacher."
This was an expected answer, but when the old man heard it, his expression was a little strange, "Since you have learned this set of sword skills, you are her direct disciple, but you—" He looked at Ye Ziyun, wanting He stopped talking, but his gaze was always on the young man's face.
Ye Ziyun was silent, how could he not see what the old man didn't say. Since he is an old friend of his mother, he must be able to see the similarity between his appearance and his mother. However, even though he was a stranger, he did not intend to deceive the old man.
He cast his eyes on the snowy peak that went straight into the sky in the distance, and his mind wandered suddenly, thinking of the time when he was young and learning swords, and the woman who hadn't smiled all the year round but was his dearest relative.
She still refused to let him call her mother, but only let him call her master, just like she had never been in the Ye family's house in her life, and she always refused to regard herself as Ye's wife.
He grew up with his father until he was six years old when his father died. His mother took him away, taught him swordsmanship for six years, and disappeared without a trace. Just like before he became an adult, his parents accompanied him for half of his life.
He inherited his father's family business and his mother's martial arts, as if he inherited their lives.
At the age of fourteen, after learning the martial art of the ancestors of the Ye family, he achieved success in three years, but he never saw his mother again. When he returned home to pay homage to his father, he heard the old servant tell the truth, saying that his mother had passed away. , left a last wish to be buried with his father.
I don't want to share the same quilt in life, but I want to sleep in the same hole after death. Ye Ziyun remembered that when his father mentioned his mother when he was young, he always had an extremely gentle expression on his face. He thought that the woman he had loved for the rest of his life was just like him.
The old man seemed to think that Ye Ziyun was quite eye-catching, but it was a pity that he was entangled in mundane affairs, so he smiled and said: "The old man has something important to go south, and we will meet again later. I will definitely compete with you for three days and three nights of swordsmanship. If you can accompany the old man to drink Drinking for three days and three nights would be even better."
Ye Ziyun remembered Zhang Daoren's farewell words, so he didn't say that he would not stay in the north for a long time, and would return to the south in the near future, but he nodded slightly and said: "I have traveled all over the world with my friends, and I may not be able to stay here. Waiting for the old man, we will meet again if we have a chance." After saying goodbye to the old man, he turned and left.
After watching the young man leave, the old man withdrew his smile, stared at his back for a while, couldn't help but sighed, "It's also such a deserted temperament, it's just that he doesn't seem to be so polite—"
Someone just laughed and said: "Whether he is like his mother or his father, what does it have to do with you old man?"
The old man turned his head and saw a man riding a donkey. He was dressed in a non-common way and his age could not be discerned. He couldn't help laughing and said, "When did you arrive? The old man didn't realize it. What did you say just now?" meaning?"
The man shook his broken fan and said with a smile: "It's just that you saw Luo Qiuyan and Ye Zhiqiu's son, and you look like you've lost your mind. Why do you still care about other people—"
The old man suddenly raised his head and stared at him speechless. After a long time, he let out a long sigh, "I should have seen it earlier. His appearance is very similar to that of Luo Nuxia back then."
The man had known him for decades and knew everything about his past, teasingly said: "It's good if you don't see it, lest people know that you still miss his dead mother."
There was a trace of embarrassment on the old man's face, and he waved his hands and said, "What are you talking about these old things?" However, when mentioning the old man, it is inevitable to feel a little sad, and when his expression was gloomy, he heard the man say again:
"Luo Qiuyan is an extraordinary woman, and her son has a rare fate. It's a pity, a pity."
The old man was stunned, and couldn't help asking: "What fate?"
The man glanced at him, and said leisurely: "Didn't you always say that I am bluffing and deceitful, why are you in the mood to ask today? Well, it doesn't matter if you listen to it, this should be the blessings accumulated by the Ye family for many generations. In this generation, there is another peerless genius. He should not have died early in his life, but this was nothing at all. The blessings and shortened life span of this life should have been added to his future life, which is enough It can protect his glory for ten lifetimes. How would he know that such a rare fate was ruined by a low-level evil person, until now—”
The old man held his breath and waited for a while, but before he could say anything later, he saw him turn his head away on the donkey, and he couldn't help but resentfully said: "You fake Taoist, why don't you say anything?"
The man shook his broken fan and said with a smile: "Don't reveal too many secrets in one day."
"Pretending to be a ghost—"
The man chuckled, "Just chase me and do what you want, if you don't go south now, I'm afraid you won't be able to see your good junior brother for the last time."
Hearing this, the old man asked seriously, "Have you also calculated his fate?"
"His fate doesn't need to be counted, as long as he has ears to listen to, you may have stayed in the mountains for a long time, and your ears will be closed long ago and you will not ask about worldly affairs."
This old man who competed with Ye Ziyun was Mu Chengfeng's fellow apprentice, he was often seen around Changbai Mountain, but he didn't know his name, so they called him Tianchi old man.
Mu Chengfeng studied in the same discipline as him, but his brothers and sisters have different personalities. When their master was alive, he also saw that the second disciple was narrow-minded and obsessed with fame and fortune, so he asked the first disciple to supervise his words and deeds, so that he would not go astray, and try to save his life as much as possible. After Mu Chengfeng made a name for himself in the martial arts world, he also secretly did some things that violated chivalry. One incident fell into the hands of his senior brother, so he made him swear that he would not leave Baizhangya even half a step for the rest of his life.
Later, Mu Chengfeng wanted to seek revenge on Ye Ziyun and Luo Yin, but he was forced by the oath and could not go down the Baizhang Cliff, so he wrote a letter and sent it outside the pass, inviting this senior brother who he hated and feared to come. Zhong Yuan only said that he was humiliated by two juniors and was seriously injured. He asked the old man Tianchi to seek justice for him for the sake of his dead master and fellow disciples.
Their brothers and sisters hadn't seen each other for a long time, the old man Tianchi's whereabouts were erratic, and the person who sent the letter failed to deliver the letter to him in time.
After several years, the old man Tianchi came out from the deep mountains, and only then did he receive a letter from his junior brother. He wanted to go to Baizhang Cliff first to check his injuries, and asked him what happened along the way, but he didn't want to pass by this place, so he met Luo Qiuyan's wife. posterity.
More than 20 years ago, he was in his prime, wandering all over the world alone, met a beautiful woman by chance and fell in love with him, but he witnessed the emotional entanglement between Luo Qiuyan and Ye Zhiqiu along the way, knowing that there was no hope, he never showed his feelings .
It is not easy to tell the old things in front of Luo Ye and his descendants, but now that the old people are no longer seen, it is inevitable to feel sad. Until he was awakened by a word from an old friend, he decided to go south to visit the whereabouts of the disappointing junior.
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