The sound of the sword whistling at the seaside of Nanlu was not so loud, and it was not even as loud as the sound of the surging ocean tide. But when it sounded, every practitioner who lived in this world and had enough cultivation realm heard it, or felt it.
In the cage for a long time, the pearl is covered with dust, and once it is unsheathed, it will show its sharpness and cut off the injustice in the world.
The true immortal meaning Lingxiao is the limit that practitioners can imagine, and the Linyuan Sword is the undeserved number one magic weapon in the world. Originally, many people thought that Wei Jingfeng's kendo cultivation was unparalleled, and half of it was the reason for having this sword. That's why there is a saying that 'those who obtain Linyuan obtain the true meaning of kendo and gain the world'. However, the swordsman acted recklessly, holding the magic weapon and saying that it was recast and recast, which made people sigh with embarrassment, and envied Jun Yu's good luck.
Now, the truth is unexpected.
On Cangya Mountain and Huafeng, Jun Yu was sitting in front of the desk wiping his sword, without any doubts. Before the Sword Saint took Yin Biyue away from Cangya, he had been living in his courtyard. On the eve of their departure, they said a lot, mainly Wei Jingfeng said, Jun Yu listened and believed.
"It lives up to its reputation, Linyuan Sword..."
Yu Shi stood on the top of Hengduan Mountain, the mountain wind wrapped in thin snow. Neither the night nor the wind and snow could obscure his vision, and he could see very far if he wanted to.
There was no more doubt in my heart, Chunshan Xiao and Qiu Fengli were indeed pretense. Wei Jingfeng didn't use the sword, but gave the sword to his apprentice. No matter the reason, this approach is stupid. He thought a little indifferently, what a pity, the magic weapon was supposed to be able to get it, but he broke it and stood up, destroyed the way and rebuilt it, and there was a demon breath in his body, so he couldn't use this sword anymore.
The Linyuan sword slays evil spirits and slays demons, naturally restraining the magic way.
He flicked his sleeves and appeared in the back mountain, standing outside the old ancestral hall with his hands behind his back.
The candles flickered in the ancestral hall, casting a shadow on the paper window.
"Can you reflect clearly?" Yu Shi asked in a deep voice.
The man at the window didn't answer.
Since the battle of Hengduan Mountain, Lin Yuangui has never left the ancestral hall again. It is called Jing Si, which is actually a confinement. Even the disciples who came to see him would be punished by the elders of the Precepts Hall.
"The sect has nurtured and cultivated you, and the kindness is as heavy as a mountain. Now the overall situation has been set, and I don't ask you to cut your flesh and bones in return, just do one more thing for the door. You must be very pleased that your master knows about it."
Lin Yuangui didn't speak, this kind of silence, in Yu Shi's eyes, was a compromise.
"Come out when you think about it." Yu Shi waved his sleeves, the doors and windows of the ancestral hall swayed slightly, smoke and debris splashed, and the piercing sound of cracking sounded one after another. It's the sound of the ban breaking.
Lin Yuangui slowly walked out of the smoke, his blue shirt was falling, and his expression was as cold as usual.
Yu Shi thought with satisfaction, it should be like this, which sword cultivator can refuse the Linyuan sword
At the Zhuhai Seaside of the Qinglu Sword Sect, Yan Xing's mind moved slightly, "Did you hear it? The sound of the sword."
Song Tang frowned, "What kind of sword is this?"
Yan Xing smiled, "It's a bit familiar, 'Small injustices in the chest can be eliminated by alcohol, and great injustices in the world cannot be eliminated without swords.' It looks like a master, but it's not a master."
Song Tang was a little worried about him, "Juggernaut will be fine."
There was no snow in Donglu tonight. It seems that because of the refraction of light by dust particles, the night sky is full of eerie red light.
The broken moon in the dark cloud shines on the silent abyss.
If you look at it from the sky, it looks like a scar torn half of the East Land. Starting from the Tongtian Snow Peak in the east, the snowfield stretches, and then it is divided into two branches, like a big tree growing branches, one south and one north.
The one on the south side, near the Mincheon River, now only leaves a fine line. When the frost fell in late autumn, the Sword Saint sealed the abyss, the spiritual energy of the entire Eastern Land changed dramatically, the sword energy went straight to the sky, and the earth shook uneasy. Only the world can really see how strong the power of the saint is. As long as you are willing, it is enough to change the world, move mountains and reclaim the sea.
Inevitably, the cost is also high. Except for Xi Huafeng's lineage, almost no one believed that Juggernaut could come back.
At this time, two people were standing on the edge of the cliff in the snowfield. Because the exercises they cultivated come from the same source, the bewitching colors between their brows and eyes are somewhat similar.
This is the starting point of the abyss. Even though the cold wind is whistling on the snowfield, standing on the edge of the cliff can't hear the sound of wind, and the silent needle drop can be heard.
Rong Zhuo laughed when Linyuan's sword whistled, "I have seen the current owner of this sword on Hengduan Mountain."
Yu Zhanmei stared at Meteor Xingyuan, "How much power do you think the Linyuan Sword can exert in his hands?"
Rong Zhuo thought for a while, "Sixty percent."
Coincidentally, a man in black robe quietly appeared beside him and said two words in a low voice. Yu Zhanmei was not avoided.
The news was bad, but Rong Zhuo seemed to be in a good mood after hearing it.
"If you can't kill it, don't go there anymore. Why send it to him to test the sword and wait for the two of them to come."
The body law was like a ghost, and the afterimage flickered, and he quietly retreated.
Yu Zhanmei said coldly, "Sixty percent is already a lot. You still haven't started? Are you waiting for that kid to become a god?"
Rong Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "What is the palace lord anxious about? Let's talk about cooperation first."
Yu Zhanmei didn't know what his plans were for the two, and stopped asking, "If it's cooperation, I think at least it should be frank."
It is the cooperation between the two parties rather than the fact that one party takes refuge in. Rong Zhuo's sincerity towards Yu Zhanmei is obviously higher than that of every other palace lord. And tonight in the conversation on the edge of the abyss, no one called themselves 'this seat'.
"What does the palace master want to know?"
"In the battle of Xiling Mountain, Yu Shi helped you to fake an incarnation of death. You didn't show up until the Sword Saint died. It took nearly a hundred years. Where have you been?"
Rong Zhuo really opened his mouth and replied, "Northern Imperial Capital. I pierced the six acupuncture points with a lock-pulse needle and sealed my body with a devilish breath. For 20 years, I lived like an ordinary person. Beast master, learn how to bond with alien beasts."
"You study the bond between alien beasts to find a way to bond with the monster at the bottom of the meteorite?" Yu Zhanmei said, "Just like that, why do you go there yourself? Not to mention the Northern Land's 'Winter Change' has nothing to do with you. "
Rong Zhuo did not deny it, "I met Duan Shengyu, the sage king, and helped him. Unfortunately, he was too stupid and couldn't hold his breath. He insisted on raising troops into the imperial capital before Duan Shengan died... Yu Shi wanted Xilu and Zhonglu, I want Donglu and Nanlu, if the palace master helps me, Tianluo Jiuzhuan and Donglu will be divided equally between you and me."
Yu Zhan's brows were stunned, and he was slightly surprised by Rong Zhuo's endless words, but his words were as cold as ever, "Don't you think the general situation is set, why do you want to share with me?"
Rong Zhuo looked west, "That old man in Yu Shi may not be able to beat Cangya Mountain."
"He is a sub-sage, and the first disciple of the swordsman is the strongest but the Mahayana."
"Jiangsheng is the best at fighting across borders. The weak beat the strong, not to mention there are more than one person. The 'Baopu Qizi' was on the table, but only one Lin Yuangui." Yu Zhanmei's expression moved slightly after his next sentence. "I heard that you know the second disciple of Sword Saint? Floating in the sea, if she hadn't rescued Duan Sheng'an's son, Beilu would have changed hands now."
Yu Zhanmei said, "What do you want me to do? Just say it."
"I don't dare to bother the palace lord with the rest of the business. I have my own arrangements. I only ask the palace lord to go to Cangya Mountain."
Yu Zhanmei was silent. After a while, she answered,
"Once it's done, the world is huge, you can take as much as you have. I only need the Golden Palace and Tianluo Jiuzhuan."
"no problem."
"Why should I trust you?"
Rong Zhuo laughed, and the black and red blood dripped down his pale fingertips and landed on the white snow on the edge of the cliff.
"Batta." Because of the silence on the edge of the cliff, the slight sound was particularly obvious. A treacherous red light rose into the sky, and the blood stains disappeared in an instant.
He said, "Come and make an oath."
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Yin Biyue retracted the sword and sheathed it, and bowed with Luo Mingchuan in the direction Wuwang left.
They continued to move forward along the empty long street, and the snow on the ground was stirred up by the lingering sword energy and flew in the wind.
Yin Biyue said in a daze, "I misunderstood the master at first."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Me too."
The Buddhist method of meditation was used even when he was trapped in the Buddhist hall. When he saw a slight anger in his heart, he did not hesitate to use the strongest Tianluo Jiuzhuan.
After easily breaking through the situation, I realized that there is no malicious intent.
'Buddha and devil in a single thought' is not to persuade him to turn back, but to tell him, 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan' is indeed a magic skill, but if you practice it well, it is also a Buddhist method.
Becoming a Buddha or becoming a devil has nothing to do with cultivation methods, it is all due to the human heart.
"Senior brother, where were you in the state of meditation just now?"
"You and I are separated into two realms. I face the palms of Master Wuwang, and break through the realm. Then I talk to the master and watch you break through the realm."
The more Yin Bi thought, the more he wanted to use his sword to slash, so that his brother could break through with one palm. Immediately aware of one thing, he asked tentatively, "So you saw it all, did you hear it?"
"Hear what?"
"… nothing."
Luo Mingchuan's expression remained unchanged, as calm as before, "Junior brother said that he likes me, so he wants to be with me. Is that the sentence? Of course, he heard it clearly and clearly."
Yin Biyue thought he was handsome at the time, but he would never be more than three seconds handsome. What's more, he is being teased seriously by Luo Mingchuan now. Immediately, his face was slightly hot, and he changed the subject, "What did the master talk to you about?"
"Master said that when Guan Yu was in the world, he broke the barrier between spiritual practice and martial arts, and from Buddha to demon, it can be said that all dharmas can be understood. Before Mo Changyuan cultivated the way of demons, he had already learned a hundred schools of thought. That's why I want to understand Tianluo. Nine turns, reading some Buddhist scriptures is very beneficial."
Luo Mingchuan took out a roll of bound books, Yin Biyue looked down and said, ""The Miscellaneous A Han Sutra"."
He remembered hearing a story in this Buddhist scripture when he played against Jinghai in Xingshan Temple, and couldn't help but sigh. Read the same Buddhist scriptures, but practice different Dharma.
Or maybe the Dharma is the same, but everyone chooses differently.
"The master also said that the younger brother has wisdom roots, and he doesn't want to practice swords in the future, but he can go to Jikong Temple to cultivate Buddha."
"When things are over in Donglu, it's natural to go to Jiekong Temple, and I always have to come to the door to thank you in person."
Luo Mingchuan said with a smile, "Junior brother can study Buddhism, but he can't become a monk."
Yin Biyue lowered his head, "You and I already have the status of a Taoist companion, and there is only one marriage certificate missing. Which Buddhist temple accepts a person with six impure roots like me."
He found that the senior brother was relaxed at this time, and his mood was comfortable. That's all, only Senior Brother is in a good mood, so what if you make a few more jokes.
Out of the city is the coast, the waves wash against the reef, echoing endlessly.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly stopped and took Yin Biyue's hand, "Junior brother, let's go."
With his unsuspecting feet empty, Yin Biyue subconsciously grasped the people around him, but the cold wind whistled only for a moment.
After an instant, they were already above the sky.
Without the layers of thick clouds, the stars are extraordinarily bright, as if within reach.
"Senior brother can actually ride the clouds, when did it happen?"
"Just now."
Yin Biyue didn't ask any more questions, he remembered what his master said, no need to slap tricks.
He sighed, "In the past, my master took me to fly, but now my brother takes me to fly. When will I be able to fly by myself?"
Luo Mingchuan resisted the urge to pull him into his arms and give him a rub, and said with a smile, "Soon."
Through the vast night fog, the majestic sea flies backwards underfoot.
They rode the wind and ran towards the unknown future.