"The advantage of a sword lies in the technique, the law. If the sword technique is high enough, you can kill the enemy and establish a temporary prestige in the world." Su Suomo turned around and looked at Su Jian, "But a hundred years later, or even a thousand years later, how many people will remember the sword technique? The only thing that can be remembered is the sword art that has been left behind. I once had a good friend named Zhang. His sword art lies in slowness, but no matter how fast the sword is in the world, it will be defeated by his slow sword. He said that slow is fast. The sword art in the world can only be broken by speed, but it is completely ineffective with him. At that time, many swordsmen in the world began to imitate his slow sword moves. And today, a hundred years later, are people in the world still reciting his name?"
Su Jian looked serious and said respectfully: "The founder of the Wudang sect, Taoist Master Zhang, wields a Tai Chi sword and leisurely paints the universe."
"Yes, but there are different levels of swordsmanship. Some can be passed down for a thousand years, some can be passed down for a hundred years, and some, after their death, there are still people willing to follow their swordsmanship for at least a few decades. Master Zhang's Qiankun Slow Sword can be passed down for a thousand years, and Su Han's Guardian Sword can be passed down for a hundred years when he left."
"The sword that protects the world?" Su Jian asked in confusion.
Su Suomo nodded and said, "When he came to Kunlun to find me, I asked him why he wanted to learn swordsmanship, why he wanted to learn the most peerless sword in the world. He said that it was to protect this world and to make it a better place. I found it very strange at the time. Why would someone in the world really have such a broad but empty ideal? At first I thought he had read the books of sages and had damaged his brain, but later I slowly discovered that he really wanted to use the sword in his hand to protect this chaotic world."
Su Baiyi said in a deep voice: "He did it later, but after his death, the world that had just begun to become beautiful fell into chaos again."
Su Suomo sighed softly: "The sword of protecting the world is not enough only in the martial arts world. The real sword of protecting the world should lead thousands of troops to completely crush the corrupt world, and then rebuild a new world on the ruins. This is the sword way that can be passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Su Han is too kind, so his sword way can only last for a hundred years. People will remember his kindness, but future generations will soon forget his greatness."
"Then my sword is the one that can only be passed down for a few decades?" Su Jian asked.
Su Suomo smiled and said, "Has your sword been hidden for a long time?"
Su Jian bowed his head and said, "I was imprisoned in the Su family prison for decades. I was released not long ago. After I was released, I fought with a master of the time. Although I won, my sword was broken. After that, I rushed to Kunlun to meet the mountain master, just to show him my last sword."
"You once hesitated in your swordsmanship, but finally reaffirmed your determination. You have been imprisoned in the dark prison for decades. What were you thinking about?" Su Sumo asked.
"In the past, I sneaked down from Weilong Mountain and traveled around the world. Seeing that the world was in chaos, I killed some people, destroyed some sects, set up my own sect, and was called the Demon Lord by people in the world. I found it ridiculous. I used a sword to eliminate injustice in the world, so why was I a demon? Later, my father brought me back to Weilong Mountain. He scolded me and said that members of the Su family should not be involved in worldly disputes. I argued with him and said that the world today is extremely evil. The Su family is known as one of the four major families in the world and has the responsibility to protect the world. Now that our ancestors have fought against external enemies, the internal corruption should be eliminated by our swords." Su Jian replied.
Su Baiyi looked at Su Jian with a little more admiration in his expression. He had never been able to see through the heart of this strange old man. He thought that he had a weird personality and was not tolerated by the world, so he was ostracized by the world and his own people. However, he did not expect that there was such a reason behind it.
Su Suomo laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, those old stubborn people in the Su family will definitely say that everything in the world has its own destiny, and it is the family rule that the Su family cannot get involved in the world!"
"Yes. That's why my father locked me up in the Hell and asked me to reflect on myself. How could the Hell hold me? But I stayed there for decades anyway. I didn't come out until my father died and most of my brothers and sisters were dead as well." There was a hint of melancholy in Su Jian's tone.
Su Suomo nodded: "So have you figured it out?"
"I think it through now. I am not wrong." Su Jian said loudly, "I still think that whenever we encounter injustice in the world, we should fight it with the sword in our hands!"
"Well said!" Su Baiyi clapped his hands and said, "Senior's words are the words of a hero. Those people are too narrow-minded and cannot see the lofty heroic spirit of the senior!"
Su Jian looked at Su Baiyi and said, "If you and I were born in the same era, you would also end up being imprisoned."
Su Baiyi smiled and said, "No, I will run away. There is nothing to think about. If you can't figure out something in one day, you won't figure it out in ten years. Since you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. Just be at peace with your conscience."
Su Jian looked at Su Suomo again and said, "Mountain Master, how would I fare against Su Han?"
"The justice in your heart is very similar to Su Han's. Su Han also made up his mind to lead the Su family into the world during his travels in the mountains. But he is smarter than you." Su Sumo said.
Su Jian said in a deep voice: "Just listen to the details."
Su Suomo's mouth curled up slightly, and the image of the young man holding a sword and climbing up Kunlun Mountain seemed to reappear in front of him. He said slowly, "Because I know that the clan rules don't allow Su clan members to get involved in the world, I became the head of the family first, and then changed the clan rules."
Su Jian was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter. His laughter passed through the clouds and surrounded the boundless mountains. After a long time, Su Jian's laughter stopped abruptly. Su Baiyi stepped forward and saw that Su Jian had closed his eyes.
"Senior, senior!" Su Baiyi shouted hurriedly.
"He won't respond to you anymore." Su Sumo said in a low voice.
Su Baiyi's tears immediately flowed down. Although he didn't want to believe it, this strange old man with a stubborn personality but occasionally showing some youthful nature was really dead. Before his death, the ancestors of the Su family had already recognized his swordsmanship.
He has never been defeated in his life of wielding a sword in the martial arts world. Some people respect him, some people fear him, but his closest Su family members do not recognize him. He has been imprisoned in the dark prison for decades and has never figured out this truth. It was not until he stepped into the world again and wielded the sword again that he saw the sword light that belonged to him at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Su Suomo, the master of Kunlun Mountain who is superior to the Su family, although he has never fought with him, Su Han, who has a tacit understanding of his philosophy, and Su Baiyi, a young generation representing the future of the martial arts world, all recognized Su Jian's sword.
This life will not be lived in vain.
All my sword practice in this life has not been in vain.
"Grandpa Su Jian." Su Baiyi knelt on the ground and bowed his head.