"Senior brother, when you first learned the sword, in order to live up to the expectations of the swordsman; later, you practiced the sword, in order not to fall into the fame of the Cangya. These are all other people's swords, what about your own sword?"
Yin Biyue asked.
Jun Yu said, "I don't know."
In the eleventh year of Wei Jingfeng's departure, Jun Yu's practice entered a bottleneck period.
If you want to cross the threshold of sainthood, it is not surprising that you have not made progress for a hundred years in the long years of seeking the Tao. But if this happened to Jun Yu, it would be very strange.
He knew in his heart that this day would come.
At dusk that day, Master was here to watch him practice swords.
"This set of sword tricks has nothing to teach you. But this is the sword of this old man, and you should have your own sword."
Otherwise, if you ask for a lifetime, you will only be a craftsman, not a master. Jun Yu understands.
He thought about it for a long time, asking for his own sword is to ask his heart. What is his original intention, and why is he practicing Taoism
******
When Jun Yu came to Cangya, there was no Xi Huafeng.
Everyone in the world knows that Jiansheng Wei Jingfeng brought people back from the front of the school, not as a sham boy, but as the first disciple who inherited the mantle.
Since then, there has been a unique peak on Cangya Mountain named 'Xihua'.
The visitors who came to the door were like carps crossing the river, and they were all blocked from the prohibition under the peak. Even with the elders of the Grand Priest Park Zong, they were all sullen.
There was a lot of rumors outside, saying that the Juggernaut was a genius child who had a karmic relationship with him. Before the school accepted apprentices, he brought people into his own family. A few hundred years later, Cangya Mountain will produce another saint.
In fact, Wei Jingfeng drank a little wine in the 'Outer Building' that night, and quarreled with Mr. Zhang at the table while drinking.
After the restaurant closed, I passed by the gate of the school and saw a small thing squatting in the corner under the wall. I thought it was some kind of kitten and puppy.
Approaching, meeting a pair of alert eyes, for some reason, the words blurted out.
At first he just wanted to… strike up a conversation.
But he always does things according to his will, and if he doesn't speak well, it's just rash.
What about the first disciple, it was pleasing to the eye and accepted.
At that time, Jun Yu was still young, and he only knew that there was no free meal in the world.
After eating Wei Jingfeng's meal, you have to be Wei Jingfeng's apprentice.
He asked Wei Jingfeng, "What do you want to do as an apprentice?"
The man obviously didn't understand what he meant, and raised his head arrogantly, "Old man's apprentice, do whatever you want, who can stop you?!"
Jun Yu began to practice swordsmanship, and it was always right that the apprentice should inherit the mantle of the master and carry it forward.
So he swung the sword 63,000 times a day, never slack in the cold, summer, spring and autumn.
The world always thinks that the apprentice of the Sword Saint is naturally a panacea, with endless gold and stone;
In fact, Wei Jingfeng only gave him two swords, one was an iron sword from the old Li family's iron shop at the foot of the mountain for three taels of silver, and the other was the famous 'Chunshan Xiao'.
It's not that Wei Jingfeng didn't teach him, but... no. The Juggernaut is the first kendo genius in thousands of years, but his practice is close to intuition and instinct. When it comes to teaching by words and deeds, I am afraid that he is not as good as the teacher of the private school in Xiliang Town.
More often, they are learning to speak together.
How to communicate to let each other understand each other's meaning, so as not to cause misunderstanding.
Jun Yu entered the state of concentration when he was young, except for Wei Jingfeng, there was no such person before.
But no one could have imagined that two extraordinary geniuses spent 20 years, from being irrelevant, to progressing together to the point where they can express their meaning.
It is really a great blessing in the world of comprehension, and it is gratifying to congratulate.
Wei Jingfeng was very happy and went down the mountain for a cloud tour.
Later, Xi Huafeng had Liu Lishuang, Yan Xing, Yin Biyue, and Duan Chongxuan. These people come from different places, with very different temperaments and pasts.
Jun Yu became a big brother.
He really wanted to instruct the younger brothers and sisters in their cultivation, after all, this is what a senior should do. But he really doesn't teach either.
So, the method he uses is-
have a fight.
"Knowing that I can't beat it, I have to fight hard."
The tradition of Xi Huafeng's disciples' self-study and beatings continued in this way.
Yan Xing was the quickest to adapt, "If you feel depressed, just go and fight with Senior Brother."
Later, even Duan Chongxuan thought about it, "It's better to be beaten by senior brothers on the mountain than to be beaten by others when you go down the mountain."
Do your best for your disciples, and do your best for your brothers.
As the first disciple of the Sword Saint, Jun Yu is recognized as flawless except for some shortcomings.
But he was still confused.
For teachers, friends and sects, what about yourself? Why are you holding a sword
Dao and Dharma reach the sky and are revered by the world. These are all excellent and excellent.
But it wasn't what he wanted.
****
The battle of life and death with Yu Shi was the most difficult and tragic battle Jun Yu had ever experienced.
At that time, Cang Ya was in danger and death, and he was seriously injured but could not retreat.
When no matter how powerful the combat power and the comprehension of breaking through on the battlefield can't make up the realm gap, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is an incomparably powerful aura that overflows from the sword.
Go straight to the sky and cut through all the ways of heaven and earth.
'Spring Mountain Laughing' is a brilliant masterpiece, as bright as the sun.
It was a sword intent left by Wei Jingfeng, which was integrated into the rune when the sword was forged. The rune has set up a blindfold.
No one thought that there would be any mystery in 'Spring Mountain Smile'. It seems that a person who is as free and easy as a Juggernaut by default would not have such a nuanced mind.
Even Jun Yu didn't think of it.
I'm afraid Wei Jingfeng couldn't explain it himself, how could he be so thoughtful at that time, after all, he was most afraid of trouble.
Before going to Meteorite Abyss, Jun Yu asked him, "When will you be back?"
He waved his hand thoughtfully, "I don't know." He turned around and added, "Don't wait."
After thinking about it, I was still uneasy. When I went to the school, I left a note with the words 'don't come'.
He thought it was the most troublesome thing he had ever done in his life.
Fortunately, Jun Yu would never go against his will.
Now he glanced at the giant sword that penetrated his waist and abdomen, and thought to himself, he really couldn't go back now.
At this time, if someone could look down from the sky, this scene would be truly terrifying. With Wei Jingfeng as the center for 200 miles, all kinds of swords of various lengths were densely inserted. He also had many swords stuck in his body, and hot blood continued to pour out from under the dark and solidified blood coat.
People are always mortal, and saints are no exception.
No matter how condensed and majestic the true essence is, it will be exhausted, no matter how hot the blood will be drained, and no matter how powerful the soul will be, it will be destroyed by time or fate.
The sword saint died in the sword mound, but also died in the same place.
He didn't feel the pain anymore, only felt a little dizzy in his head, as if he was drunk last night, and the cool breeze blew when he went out early in the morning. The body is also getting lighter. He thought that he had brushed shoulders with death countless times in his life, and this time was the most recent.
Because he is really going to die.
Years of wind and frost, swords, drinking and singing, all flashed by in front of my eyes.
He didn't want to see Dao Dao see heaven and earth, he wanted to go home.
As soon as the mind moves, the gods read thousands of miles.
He returned to Cangya Mountain with the wind, and at the end of the sea of clouds was the solitary Xihua Peak.
Jun Yu sat in the room wiping his sword, his expression focused, very much like him when he was young.
He opened his mouth to say something, what did he say
"When I brought you back, it wasn't even around my waist, but in a blink of an eye, you are taller than Master..."
Too mother-in-law. Not chic at all.
"You are exquisite in Taoism and tenacious in your swordsmanship. It only takes time to become a saint. Don't be aggressive and be quick..."
Isn't this nonsense
"Don't put too much burden on yourself, go down the mountain to have fun, drink alcohol, see beautiful girls, and be good for your physical and mental health..."
What a mess.
"Several disciples have their own destiny, but I am the most worried about you."
Can't speak.
He took two steps, so close that he could see the usual chill in the man's eyes. I raised my hand, wanting to touch the top of the hair of the person in front of me... Forget it, it's already so tall, let's pat on the shoulder.
Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and the hand did not fall after all.
Jun Yu stood up, looked at the window lattice that was blown open by the strong wind, and frowned slightly.
The room was furnished as before, but he felt a little empty.
It was as if something had ceased to exist in that moment.
******
That night Junyu had a dream.
He usually breathes and meditates at night, rarely sleeps, and has fewer dreams. Tonight, I don't know why, some thoughts are erratic.
In the dream, Wei Jingfeng came back from the bottom of the mountain when his sword power was just beginning, his hair was messed up in the wind and dust.
"The old man went down the mountain this time, and went to play two swords. I haven't forgotten the craftsmanship when I was young..." Wei Jingfeng said about the sword casting, his eyebrows were bright, "This is for you."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light illuminated the eyebrows.
For a time, the green mountains and the sea of clouds glowed with brilliance.
"Do you like it, it's called 'Spring Mountain Smile'."
"like."
That person stood in the distant old days, the spring flowers rustled all over his body, and he did not reach out to brush it.
Suddenly, the smile faded, and the expression became solemn,
"Take my sword, and the sword will never leave you."
When you wake up, the sky will break.
There was icy white snow drifting into the half-opened wooden windows.
Jun Yu pushed open the door and walked out.
It seems that some understand the meaning of practice.
The lead-grey sky was vast and endless, and the snow curtain fell overwhelmingly. The mountains and rivers and trees in Cangya are all white.
It's another year of snow flying.
He practiced swords in Tianxin Cliff, the sword energy smashed the flying snow, and the eyelashes were frozen with frost.
Swing the sword 63,000 times a day.
Over a long period of time, many people and things have changed.
But he's still waiting.
You are buried in the yellow spring, and I will send the world full of snow.
The author has something to say: The last sentence is translated from "Dream of Weizhi" by Bai Juyi. I really like this sentence "Take my sword and never leave the sword" from Jiyou Shuiqi~
This chapter started a long time ago and can be connected seamlessly after chapter 55 Juggernaut ~ Mo Fang's blade closes the dog leash that Master will not easily ~~~
Tonight, I wrote 7,000 words and went to bed with contentment~