Yunyang City, the fourth night of falling snow.
The chariots and horses, the shouting of the pawns, the beautiful silk and bamboo, and the crying of children all faded away in the thick night. In the darkness, only the sound of remnant snow breaking the dead branches, and the whistling of the gust of wind penetrating the alley, mixed with the crisp impact of the silver bells under the flying scorpion. Long and jarring. The swirling snow curtain fell overwhelmingly, and before it reached the ground, it was swept up by the north wind, and the waves slapped on the long bluestone street. The snow on the street was only carefully swept by the servants of the house in the daytime, but at this time it has accumulated a thick layer, I am afraid it will be another hard work until dawn.
In such a city that is used to good weather and raging fire, under the heavy snow that is rare in a century, there must be stinky wine and meat in Zhumen, but it is rare to see frozen bones on the roadside.
After all, in a rich city, beggars and wild cats are more than rich, but who does not have a bridge to shelter from the cold and snow, or a haystack to block the north wind
The lonely ten-mile long street suddenly sounded the 'creaking' sound of the soft snow being stepped on, from far to near, with a wonderful rhythm, slow and slow. I saw a person walking in a snowy night, but he didn't look like an anxious person returning home, but a careless passer-by.
The bright yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves of the Zhuhong Mansion were fluttering in the wind and hitting the white walls. The flickering and dim light casts a warm color on the snow, creating an illusion of warmth, and the lights also reflect the shadows of passers-by. White robes and light furs, cloud-patterned brocade boots, and an oil-paper umbrella painted with azure gold. A long sword was tied around his narrow waist, and it swayed slightly with his steps, like a delicate ornament.
He stepped on the snow, and the thick snow that should have sank into his ankles left only shallow marks on the soles of his cloud boots.
He walked along the eaves of the Zhuhong Mansion Gate to the innermost corner, where the whimpering wind and the swaying tree shadows became strangely silent.
The blind spot that the lantern could not illuminate was a huddled shadow.
At this moment, the shadow suddenly raised his head, but only glanced at the visitor, and then quickly lowered his head.
This person didn't leave, as if he had discovered something interesting, or maybe it was a bit lonely to walk alone in the snowy night. He looked at the skinny little boy in front of him.
The child was wrapped in half a straw mat outside the tattered cotton robe, leaning against the corner of the wall, using the posture that best maintains the temperature and physical strength. In this kind of weather, the fox fur jacket is not enough to keep out the cold, and the child has been there for a long time, his eyes have turned blue and black, and his breathing is weak, even if he can maintain his consciousness now, or he will die quietly in the middle of the night.
The visitor did not have the slightest sympathy, but he seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Do you want to worship Lanyuan Academy?"
There was a hint of obscurity in his voice that was unique to a boy in the voice-changing period.
The child frowned, and it was a great waste for him to speak. But he remembered that it was rude not to answer when someone asked a question.
He knew how to save energy, and the words he uttered seemed to be inaudible, low and short: "Yes."
The visitor smiled: "Old man Wei Jingfeng, do you want to be my apprentice?"
No one does not know the three words "Wei Jingfeng", and no one dares to recognize this name, even if the person in front of him looks like a young man who is walking around the platform.
But who said the Juggernaut couldn't be a young boy? This name is enough to make the world change color.
It's a pity that this night and here, the listeners are only this child and the wind and snow in the sky, so I'm destined to see no touching scenes of crying and crying.
The child ignored his self-proclaimed and discordant, and did not lift his eyelids, but instead asked, "What's the benefit?"
Wei Jingfeng thought it was a bit ridiculous. No one had asked him such a question for many years. But he did not laugh, because the child asked very seriously. Really don't know what the benefit will be. He thought about it for a while, and then answered seriously, "Be my apprentice, if you ask for power, you will be the supreme national teacher, powerful and wealthy, and become the belief of thousands of people, and countless people will kneel at your feet. Like an ant, I beg you to take a look..."
The child did not speak, and was still leaning against the corner with the most energy-saving posture.
Wei Jingfeng went on to say, "If you cultivate the Dao, you will go to Cangya and practice the best sword art, and you will become very strong. People respect you and fear you, because you can bury millions of corpses and bleed on the scull with a single move of your mind. . Arbitrarily dominate life and death without anyone daring to speak."
With a "crunch", the snow crushed the green calyx plum branches. The snow is getting colder.
No matter how big the wind and snow was, Wei Jingfeng could still hear clearly, and the child said, "No."
This kind of answer that didn't take much thought but was serious enough obviously made him a little surprised and puzzled.
The young man raised his brows slightly, "Why? What Canglan Academy can give you, I can give you a hundred times more."
The child really didn't want to speak again, but out of courtesy, he explained the reason.
"There's food there."
"Hahahaha-"
Wei Jingfeng let out a long laugh, the laughter resounded through the sky, causing the snow on the eaves to fall rustling, and the withered plum branches trembled slightly.
After he finished laughing, he seemed to be in a good mood and said, "I also take care of the meals."
The child finally raised his eyes, staring at him with dark eyes, as if to confirm the credibility of the person in front of him in charge of food.
Wei Jingfeng almost jumped, "This old man is a dignified swordsman, can he still lie to you?! Do you know! How many people are rushing..."
"good."
Wei Jingfeng was suddenly stunned, because the child pulled up the corner of his wide-sleeved shirt. Almost instinctively, when the scrawny little hand approached, he was about to strike out, but he held back, this feeling was too unfamiliar, because no one had touched him for many years. Those who saw him were in awe of him and were far away from him. Anyone who wanted to get close to him came to kill him, and they all died.
The thin child stood up tremblingly with the strength of pulling the corner of his clothes. Then he released his hand, leaving a dirty handprint on the white fur.
The child thought about it and said, "I'm sorry."
Wei Jingfeng felt a little regretful. It's not because of such a hasty acceptance of disciples, but because he doesn't know how to answer, no one has said these three words to him. In the past few hundred years, he had hardly had a peaceful conversation with anyone.
He tried, but it was always regarded as a provocation or disdain, and it always angered others to draw their swords, and in the end he could only defeat or kill that person. Just like just now, he thought that there was nothing wrong with what he said, and that he was telling the truth, but if someone else listened to it, he would feel that he was condescending to show mercy and charity.
So, he really didn't know how to deal with people... or in other words, with his apprentices, what should he say at such a time
"It's ok."
Yes, I am a master, how can I be seen by my apprentices as not knowing the world.
The child was also silent, and he didn't even know what to say, "Hello Master" or "I have seen Master"? What is it like to be apprenticed by others? he does not know. In fact, he walked all the way from the Far North Wasteland to Yunyang City in the Central Continent without saying a word. The dumb servant who took care of him died, and before he died, he told him to go to Yunyang City, the central capital, and see the world, it is best to find a school to learn his skills. He buried the old woman and set out on the road with the only two clothes in the package. The broken silver was spent before it reached Yunyang. Because he was too young, he ate a lot. Although he was stronger, there were not many places willing to accept him to work.
The tuition fees of other colleges and universities are expensive, of course they are not affordable. However, in the past half a month, Yunyang City, which used to be full of traffic, has become more and more crowded, making it difficult to move an inch. Only then did he hear that Lanyuan Academy was opening its doors to accept apprentices. This school is really good. It doesn't charge tuition fees. It can manage meals, see the world, and learn skills. Of course, he didn't wait here all the time. He used to be on an abandoned boat. These days, he heard that the school's apprenticeship exam was coming, so he came to wait at the door.
Until now, he still didn't understand why when he asked how to get into the university, the strange expressions on those people's faces were mixed with disbelief and weird smiles. They asked, "You want to enter the university too?" Understand, can't you get in if you eat too much? Then eat as little as possible.
In the end, he believed what others told him - 'The school takes the order of entry as the standard for accepting apprentices', and sat in the corner for three days. He thought that people behind him would have to wait, so he had to wait in line. Before the school opened, Wei Jingfeng arrived.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Obviously, this is the most unspoken pair of master and apprentice in history.
Wei Jingfeng hit the umbrella on the child's head. After thinking about it, he took off his light fur and put it on the child. Master, it should be like this, right
The big fox fur was draped over his body, dragging the elder behind the child. Like the floor-dragging robes of the nobles of the Northern Capital City. The child moved and felt that it was too inconvenient to walk like this, but it was really warm.
Wei Jingfeng held the umbrella in one hand and the child in the other, walking slower: "What's your name?"
"You Twelve."
"How can my swordsman's apprentice be called such a name." The young man frowned and thought for a while, "Yu Zhe, Yao Ye, the meaning of Guanghua Dasheng, from now on you will be called Jun Yu... It's a really good name!" His eyes Take it back from the signboard of "Yu He Ji Pastry". Jun Yu has no objection. To him, his name is just a title, not to mention few people call him by his name. So he has no idea.
The young man held an umbrella and took the child's hand. The figures, one big and one small, drifted farther into the distance. The night was sinking, and the wind and snow in the sky annihilated their figures.
The lonely boat in the night rain floated swayingly on the Mincheon River, like a swirling fallen leaf. The lights in the cabin were like beans, the two sat opposite each other, and the warm wine on the table had already cooled down.
The young man wiped the sword with a focused expression: "Even if the Dao and the law are all over the sky, it's difficult to get everything right, how can there be any in this world that is really arbitrary? You don't understand this truth now, just like people who don't learn swordsmanship, who will never understand swordsmanship. Reason. I'm afraid you will understand when you encounter someone who is unwilling to let go... "
Yin Biyue still didn't understand, in his opinion, his cheap master should be the most unrestrained person in the world, "What is unwilling to let go?"
Wei Jingfeng thought about it and decided to give an example: "When the old man was young, he had to have one hand free whether he was holding an umbrella, wine, or silver. Do you know why?"
Yin Bi thought for a while: "With one hand free, it is convenient to hold the sword at any time."
Wei Jingfeng smiled with satisfaction: "That's right! If I don't have a hand that can hold a sword at any time, my heart will be empty, and my whole body will feel uncomfortable!"
His eyes fell on the rainy river, as if it was in the distant past, and his tone slowed down, "The first time I saw your senior brother, the snow was so heavy that night, and the snowflakes were overwhelming... Senior brother can't walk steadily again. I hold an umbrella in one hand and hold him in the other. I don't have a third hand, so how can I hold a sword?"
"But I'm not at all uncomfortable, I just think it's enough to pull him and hold an umbrella."
"Many years later, I learned that this is the reluctance to let go."
"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 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 while drinking, he slapped the table with Mr. Zhang Yuan and quarreled. After the restaurant closed, he 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 cat or dog.
Approaching, he met a pair of alert eyes, and for some reason, the words blurted out. At first, he just wanted to… strike up a conversation. But he always follows his heart in doing things, and if he doesn't sound good, he just acts recklessly. What about the first disciple? 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; But 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 for 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.
Communicate how to make 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 each other, to progressing together to the point where they can express their meaning in words.
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 to play a game.
"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
Taoism is heavenly, and the world respects it. These are all excellent, but they are not what he wants. 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 understanding of the breakthrough in the battle can not make up the gap in realm, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is an incomparably powerful breath that overflows from the sword, goes straight to the sky, and smashes all the ways in the world.
"Spring Mountain Laughing" is a brilliant masterpiece, as bright as the sun.
It was a sword intent left by Wei Jingfeng, and it was integrated into the rune when the sword was forged. The rune has set up a blindfold. No one thought 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 arrogantly, "I don't know." Turning around, he added, "Don't wait." After thinking about it, he was still worried, so he left a note when he went to the school, and wrote 'Don't come'. Word, he thought this was the most troublesome thing he had ever done in his life, but fortunately Jun Yu would never disobey him.
Now he glanced at the giant sword that penetrated his waist and abdomen, and thought to himself, he really couldn't go back now. If someone could look down from the sky, it would be terrifying. With Wei Jingfeng as the center for 200 miles, all kinds of swords were densely inserted, with different lengths and defects. 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 do not know why, some thoughts are erratic. In the dream, when his sword power is beginning to form, Wei Jingfeng comes back from the mountain, and his hair is slightly messy.
"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 brightened, "This is for you."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light illuminated the front of 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 his expression became solemn: "Take my sword, and the sword will never leave your body."
When I woke up, it was dawn, and cold white snow drifted into the half-opened wooden windows. Jun Yu pushed open the door and walked out, seeming to understand the meaning of cultivation.
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 when the snow is flying. He practiced swords at Tianxin Cliff, his sword qi smashed the flying snow, and his eyelashes were frozen with frost.
He swings his sword 63,000 times a day, and 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.