Kunlun Mountains.
"I've read in The Book of Shenyijing: Zhonghuangjing that there is a big bird on Kunlun Mountain, named Xiyou. It faces south, spreads its left wing to cover the King of the East, and its right wing to cover the Queen Mother of the West. There is no feather on the small part of its back, and it is 19,000 miles long. Every year, the Queen Mother of the West climbs up its wings to meet the King of the East. Will I meet this magical bird on the mountain?" Su Baiyi looked up at the top of the mountain, a bit solemn in his tone.
"If there is, then it's in my stomach." Su Suomo smacked his lips, "Did you bring anything to eat from the foot of the mountain?"
Su Baiyi was stunned and touched his arms: "I left them all with Miss Tantai, along with a pot of wine."
"Wine?" Su Sumo stretched out his hand and directly sucked the pot of wine from Su Baiyi's body. Then he tilted his head back and drank it all. Finally, he let out a long sigh, "Great." After drinking it, he threw the pot away casually.
"Is there no wine to drink on Kunlun?" Su Baiyi asked puzzledly.
"Wine?" Su Suomo sighed, "There's not even a sesame cake to eat."
"Then all these years..." Su Baiyi had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"There is only snow lotus on Kunlun Mountain. I have been eating it for a full 130 years." Su Suomo raised his head and said, "It is a treasure in the world. Eating just one flower can ensure that you will not be hungry for three months, and it can also greatly increase your power. In the world, it is a treasure that everyone fights for. But..."
"But what about it?" Su Baiyi swallowed.
"It's really unpalatable." Su Sumo sighed.
During the conversation, Su Suomo had brought Su Baiyi to the halfway point of Kunlun Mountain. What came into their sight was an extremely exquisite house with a huge gate blocking their way. Above the gate was a wooden sculpture of a mythical bird crawling on it. Perhaps it was the rare mythical bird recorded in the "Shenyijing".
"How could such a house be built on Kunlun?" Su Baiyi was stunned.
Su Suomo shrugged: "I don't know either. This house was already here when I came here."
"It's been more than a hundred years..." Su Baiyi murmured.
"Bury Su Jian." Su Sumo did not take Su Baiyi in, but led him around the yard. He saw that behind the yard were graves covered with snow. In front of each grave, there was no tombstone, only a sword.
"These are all immortals from the Su family. They are buried here with swords as tombstones. Su Jian will be buried next to them." Su Sumo said lightly.
Su Baiyi nodded, then took out the Junyu Sword in his hand and began to dig beside the graves. However, after one strike of the sword, the snow did not move at all. Su Baiyi was stunned: "This is..."
"This is snow that has accumulated for tens of millions of years. Naturally, it is harder than stone. Use some internal strength." Su Suomo frowned.
Su Baiyi's mouth twitched awkwardly: "Senior, my internal strength is really not good enough..."
"Alas." Su Suomo shook his head slightly, flicked his finger at the snow, and a hole popped up directly. Su Baiyi was stunned: "Senior, how did you do it?"
“There is a saying in the martial arts world that the highest realm is to have a sword in your heart without having a sword in your hand,” Su Sumo said quietly.
Su Baiyi nodded: "But my master said that this is just bluffing. If you don't have a sword in your hand but there is a sword in your heart, you will be chopped to death."
Su Suomo waved his finger and shook his head, saying, "There is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart. The sword in my heart refers to the sword energy. When you cultivate to the realm of sword immortal, everything in the world can be a sword. The finger I just stretched out was a sword."
"Stretch out your finger and it's a sword?" Su Baiyi waved a finger at the ground, but naturally there was no response.
"After you bury Su Jian, come find me in the courtyard. You must have a lot of stories, and I want to hear them." Su Suomo turned around and said, "I haven't heard other people's stories for a long time. These years in the mountains have been too boring."
Su Baiyi turned around and suddenly thought of something: "Grandpa Su didn't bring his sword with him, so how could he use the sword as a monument?"
"Is that so?" Su Suomo lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I heard him say that he was once known as the Demon Lord in the martial arts world?"
"Yes, Grandpa Su once shocked the world with his name as the Demon Lord. He was a well-known figure in the world." Su Baiyi replied.
"Then I'll give him one." Su Suomo stretched out his hand and shouted in front of him, "Ghost Eye!"
With a low shout from Su Sumo, a purple sword suddenly flew out from the courtyard, cut through the sky with a ghostly howl, and then fell into Su Sumo's hand. A purple bead was inlaid on the hilt of the sword. The bead looked like a human eye, and even when Su Baiyi looked over, it felt like the bead was moving like an eyeball.
"This sword is called Ghost Eye. In the past, it was called the Evil Sword by people in the martial arts world. However, the evil sword is stained with the blood of many great demons. Back then, its master took him to massacre the Demon Cult and killed all the thirteen elders of the Demon Cult. This sword will serve as Su Jian's sword monument." Su Sumo handed the sword in his hand to Su Baiyi, then turned and left.
Su Baiyi took a look at the Ghost Eye Sword in his hand, and felt a chill coming from the sword, which frightened him so much that he shuddered involuntarily. He quickly thrust the sword into the ground, then turned around, picked up Su Jian's body, and put it into the grave pit that Su Suomo had just opened with his finger.
"Grandpa Su, today I wish you could sleep forever on Kunlun Mountain, free from the worries of this world, and be able to hold the sword for nine days, becoming a truly elegant and proud swordsman." After Su Baiyi kowtowed three times to Su Jian's corpse, he carefully placed the snow blocks next to him on his body bit by bit.
On Kunlun, snow fell all year round, just as the legend said. It took Su Baiyi several hours to build the grave. At this time, his body was also covered with snowflakes. He stood up and looked up at the sky.
As the legend goes, Kunlun's sky was covered in snow and fog, and the sunlight could not penetrate.
At this time, a sad flute sound suddenly came from the house. Su Baiyi turned around and saw Su Suomo sitting on the eaves, playing the flute. For Su Suomo, this was just an ordinary farewell. In his life, such farewells were too common. So his sad flute sound was not only to mourn Su Jian, but also to express his feelings about the brevity of life.
Following the sound of the flute, Su Baiyi suddenly opened his mouth and sang the elegy that he had heard the villagers sing when he was in the south of the Yangtze River.
"The dew on the leek is not easy to dry.
The dew dries up and falls again tomorrow morning, and when will the dead return? "