What have you been doing all these years? This question is well answered.
But Wei Jingfeng thought of more than a hundred years. He thought of the big locust tree beside Xihe Village, the floating joy of Chunxiu Tower, the heavy snow in Yunyang City overnight, and the clouds and wind on Cangya Mountain.
The enemy killed by the sword, the apprentice received by the door.
In the end he replied, "A hundred years ago, Li Tugen calculated that the Meteorite Abyss began to expand rapidly, so I'll go down and have a look."
"There... what's there?"
Yin Biyue still remembered that in Xingshan Temple, he and Brother Luo broke into the Buddhist hall where the view was trapped.
The swordsman said lightly, "It's a monster. A monster that lives endlessly."
"Is there a way to get rid of them?"
Yin Biyue's heart sank. He has only seen monsters in the classics. Different from the human minds of demon cultivators, low-level monsters only know how to devour the flesh and blood of living creatures, and they are painless and painless.
"No. After the Dao and Demon War, too many people died, the balance of life and death between heaven and earth was broken, and they were robbed again. The fire of the sky, the fissure of the earth, and the accumulation of malice in the abyss, gave birth to monsters." The swordsman put down. Jian, "Millions of years have passed, and it has become a climate. Monsters will come out for food when they are hungry to a certain extent. Even if Mo Changyuan is not reincarnated, they should come out soon."
"So Master is going to get rid of demons?"
"Those things can be long after they are killed, and they can cure the symptoms but not the root cause."
The conjecture was confirmed, and Master really was doing something big. No one even knows what he did.
If there is no Juggernaut entering the abyss repeatedly in the past 100 years, I am afraid that the world will be chaotic long ago.
Wei Jingfeng seemed to have guessed what his apprentice was thinking, got up and walked out of the cabin, "It's said that the sky is falling and there is a tall person on it."
He stood on the bow of the boat, the river was pouring rain, and the storm was furious, "But who in the world is taller than this old man?"
Wei Jingfeng never felt that he was a good person. There were countless dead souls under his sword, and he was admittedly unreasonable. He also admits that he has no consciousness of 'Gou Li's life and death', if possible, he prefers to sleep and drink every day and watch Jun Yu practice his sword.
But when things come, they are forced to the front, and others can't do it, so he will do it, as it should be.
"Li Tugen has calculated the position of the sword mound left by the Dao Demon War. The earth veins and the meteorite abyss are mutually opposed. The old man goes down and draws out the sword energy inside, which can seal half of the abyss."
"Is there really a sword grave?"
Yin Biyue always thought that the sword tomb only existed in legends. Thousands of monks of the right way died in the war, their bones were corroded by the devil's breath, and only the sword remained. There is nowhere to bury bones, but swords can be buried. Later, it was not that no one wanted to try their luck to find a magic weapon, but after millions of years, no one has found it.
"Yes, it's just that there is a formation on it. It was left over from the time of the saints, and it still has 70% of its power. Ordinary people pass by, let alone break the formation, they can't even see the direction."
"How long will Master be going?"
"It's hard to say, come back when you're done."
Yin Biyue felt that she was too useless.
The moment I heard this sentence, my eyes were sore. It can be imagined that the swordsman can say that he doesn't know when he will come back.
The swordsman scolded, "One or two are crying, like what they are like, they all go to learn from your big brother! This old man is going to work, not to die! The third is not as good as you, and he said that he would go with the old man, go. What can you do? Seek death to make trouble?!"
Yin Bi Yue took a deep breath, "Master, we are waiting for you in Cangya."
Such a major event that determines the future direction of the world can only be undertaken by Juggernaut alone. Because he was standing so high, there was not even a single person who could stand shoulder to shoulder.
Too cruel, too unfair.
But what in this world has ever been fair
The invisible barrier suddenly disappeared, the monstrous wind and rain came down, and the cold wind penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Wei Jingfeng stood on the bow of the boat, standing alone, his broad sleeves floated in the river wind, and he raised his hand to express his pride, "What a character this old man is! This old man's heart can accommodate the world!"
He lowered his head again, his expression suddenly a little lonely, "The world can't hold me."
Juggernaut has been happy and feuding in his life, and he came to this world to open the prelude to the era of stars, with great vigor. When you want to leave, you can't leave the stage sadly.
He destroyed thousands of buildings and palaces in Xingshan Temple, and went to Baopu Zong to seriously injure Yasheng Yushi. Two major events shocked the world. The hatred is clear, but the fetters are still there.
He picked up the sword in his hand and looked down at it.
'Spring Mountain Smile' and 'Autumn Wind Li' have been a pair of swords since the day they were cast.
But people are in the autumn wind, and I cannot help me gather and disperse.
Yin Biyue stood behind the master and heard the usual slightly loose voice rising and falling in the river wind, "Fourth, I don't teach you much. If I go this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you the crown."
The cultivator's crowning ceremony is presided over by the elders of the division. It is a recognition for the disciples to grow up, and also a wish for the future cultivation of the Dao.
The swordsman turned around, with an ebony crown on his hand, "Although you are not old, it is time now."
When it's time to grow up and take responsibility, it's time to face the storm.
Yin Biyue knelt down, leaned over and kowtowed properly. The Sword Saint gathered his white hair and tucked it into the crown, and his movements were a bit clumsy.
Yin Biyue supported the crown, stood up and gave the disciple salute again, even if the salute was fulfilled.
No congratulations, no applause, no spectators. There is only a lonely boat in the night rain, and the waves are floating in the sky.
The Juggernaut looked at him and laughed, turning around with his sword in hand.
Yin Biyue called out 'Master'.
The boat swayed suddenly for a moment, and Wei Jingfeng swept his sleeves and stepped on the river.
The river was rolling, hitting mountains and rocks, but he didn't dare to wet the hem of his clothes.
Jiang Feng whimpered, as if seeing him off.
Mo Daojiang's storm is bad, and there is no way to travel in the world.
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In Yunyang City, dark clouds cover the moon, and the autumn wind is unpleasant.
The courtyard was empty, and Mr. Zhang Yuan stood on the eaves of the Book Collection Pavilion, looking at the school as big as a city and the lights were out.
He seems to understand why Wei Jingfeng likes to stand here, the scenery is really unique.
But it is also very cold, because it looks down on the world, so it is very cold at high places.
He said to Yin Biyue, "Maybe Wei Jingfeng is right. Then try it."
Try to fight against the sky, break the game and change your life.
But it takes time to try. Yin Biyue needs time to grow. Even if he has grown very fast, looking at thousands of years, how can there be a younger Theravada realm
But for today's world, it's still not fast enough.
So Wei Jingfeng went to change the time for him.
Mr. Zhang Yuan has always disagreed with this matter. In other words, this is the real difference between him and the Juggernaut.
But Wei Jingfeng won't change his mind. It's not so much that he believes in Yin Biyue, it's better that he believes in his own judgment and sticks to the principles in his heart.
"No one can decide the life of others, not the way of heaven, nor the saints."
When he wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan, Wei Jingfeng said.
Mr. Zhang Yuan looked up, he wanted to see the bright icy blue star. His eyes were blurred, and the sky in his field of vision was blurred.
He murmured, "How old..."
Jun Yu was practicing swordsmanship on the edge of the cliff, and he was still practicing the small heavy mountain sword art. Without True Essence, his own sword light cuts through the night.
He swings his sword 63,000 times a day, since the day he started. The spring mountains in March are like a smile, and the autumn mountains in October are like pastures.
Cold, summer, spring and autumn, lonely and long wind. A long time ago, this place was not called Xi Huafeng, only him and Master.
He didn't know much about communicating with people, and the Juggernaut wasn't very good at speaking at that time. The two of them could practice swords for a day.
The clouds in Tianxin Cliff are like the heavy snow that night in Yunyang City. He huddled on a street corner, and was met by a young man in a fox fur cloak and a sky-blue umbrella. From then on, he was called Jun Yu.
That was a long time ago, and it seems like it was yesterday.
Yan Xing was still in the Chunxiu Tower, he was lying on the table, and the wine jar was broken.
Recently, Banyue Chunxiu Building has not opened. He is the only guest. Miss Luhua flips through the ledger and doesn't speak.
"The Desolate Sword, I want to live in poverty for a long time."
At that time, Yan Xing thought, which rammer is so sour, he doesn't run away at this time, waiting to be beaten with him.
With blood in his eyes, he saw the young man sitting by the window. "The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra."
Of course, the Juggernaut was not beaten, and he beat others away for him.
At that time, Lu Hua was not a girl, but a little girl with cardamom hair, hiding behind the counter timidly, watching them fight with people.
But now, the wind and rain are blowing outside the window, and the light in the window is like beans. The slightly hoarse singing sounded, "Heroes don't ask for the way back, send them off in the wind and snow, climb the building with a sword, persuade you to drink, and relieve your sorrow."
There is no harmony between the piano and the selves, and the faint echoes are in the Chunxiu Tower.
Yan Xing got up, pushed the door and walked into the wind and rain. He was drunk for half a month and finally woke up. I walked to Cangya Mountain alone.
This night, the spiritual energy of the East and Earth changed dramatically, and many people seemed to feel it.
In the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Jiekong Temple, Wuwang closed his eyes and recited "Amitabha."
In the bamboo building of Qinglu Mountain, Zhou Yuandao lit the lamp and looked at the sword.
In the Huanghuang Hall of the North Palace, Duan Shengan rarely hesitated in his life. He watched his son hesitate to say anything, and finally said nothing.
At the bottom of the cliff of Hengduan Mountain, Yu Shi was covered in blood, looked up at the east sky, and laughed heartily.
None of this has anything to do with Yin Biyue.
He rowed against the current, pierced the waves and the wind, and landed on the edge of the river. Cross the wasteland when you came, and go to Cangya.
Donglu has never been peaceful. He walked alone and encountered countless murderers and treasure hunters.
Whoever wants to kill him, he will kill whoever. All the way out from the wasteland, I even met the people of the 12th house on a narrow road, and moved my hands several times. Between life and death, there are often great insights.
Soon, no one in the whole East Land did not know that a young man with white hair and cold eyes came up from the wasteland.
Yin Bi didn't care about the more and more outrageous rumors, he only knew that he was going back to Cangya.
He just wants to go back to Cangya now.