When the wind blew across the land of the Qi Qin Dynasty, outside the gate of Jiuxuanmen, Yi Heping led the elders of the sect's face to stand on the steps of Tongtian, waiting quietly.
Among the elders, some familiar faces were missing, such as Elder Qin from Limai—Elder Qin has been in seclusion for a while. But in the same way, there are also some young faces, and Hezhou is one of them. If Jun Wanbai, Li Banfeng and Chu Zhiyuan were standing here, they would be astonished.
He Zhou was wearing a black robe, with the Xuanli Peak logo embroidered with dark gold silk thread on the robe, a thin and beautiful knife hung on his waist, there was no smile on his face, every line was tightly Stretched, he let out a cold breath. He no longer looks like a young and energetic young generation of Zongmen who draws out his sword and fights with others when he gets angry.
He does look like an elder.
Elders and disciples are different worlds, and there is an invisible but real boundary between them.
The so-called elder not only means that from now on, he is a person who holds power in the sect, but also means... from the time he puts on the black robe that symbolizes the status of an elder, he is no longer a person who can be ignorant, A disciple blessed by the sect. From the day he put on the black robe, he changed from being a protected disciple to one who protected his disciples.
He Zhou became the young law enforcement elder of the Zongmen. In fact, there were voices of opposition in the Zongmen.
The strongest objections were those elders of the sect who had just finished their retreat and held the sword for the sect again. One of them, Yi Heping, would respectfully call him uncle.
Even Yi Heping has to be called "Master Uncle", the face of the elder of the sect is full of wrinkles, he is hunched, and he always coughs from time to time when he walks. When he just came out of retreat, he wandered around the sect , always with a smile on his face, pointing out the sect disciples' sword techniques from time to time, he doesn't seem to have any pretensions, and he doesn't look like any great power with terrifying supernatural powers.
But it was such an old man who looked ordinary like a grandfather in the small town, when Yi Heping announced that Hezhou, who had succeeded in inheriting the knife left by Guan Zhiyu, would be the elder of the sect. In the main hall of Yong Pavilion, in front of everyone, he burst into anger and scolded Yi Heping, the head of the Nine Profound Sect, bloody.
When he got angry, the color of the clouds in the sky outside Biyong Pavilion suddenly changed, the wind was howling, lightning intersected, and the muffled thunder like the majesty of the sky responded to his scolding.
Finally, the crutch in his hand hit the ground heavily, and said sharply: "Our old bones are not dead yet, the sky hasn't fallen yet, and even if the sky falls, it's not enough for this brat to stand on top." !"
"Wait until we old bones are all dead!"
In the end, he was almost roaring, his voice was like thunder.
All the lights in Biyong Pavilion had already been extinguished under the anger of such a powerful person. In the dim world, everyone stood silently, and no one spoke. Only the old man's panting sound remained. The other elders didn't speak, but their silence already showed their attitude—on that day, those standing in Biyong Pavilion were all people who knew a lot of things.
They are all people who understand what a black robe symbolizes and what it represents.
War has become unavoidable, but it is undoubtedly cruel to let young people draw their swords early and step onto the unpredictable battlefield, and let young people who should be in high spirits bear heavy and inescapable responsibilities.
Yi Heping was silent for a long time.
There was no displeasure on his face when he was scolded in front of everyone. Hearing the elder's reprimand, Yi Heping suddenly thought of He Qingchuan again. He Qingchuan... the person who called him "Senior Brother" in a low voice at the end, if he knew at this time that he wanted to send his only son to the battlefield, what kind of reaction would he have? When he was determined to sacrifice the disciples of Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, He Qingchuan's expression was so angry that he almost wanted to draw out his heavy knife and fight him.
Therefore, if he found out, he would definitely chop it off directly.
Thinking of this, Yi Heping felt like laughing.
In fact, however, he couldn't laugh.
He Qingchuan had already died at Jingling Terrace, together with his elder sister. So in the world, no one would accuse him angrily, and no one would want to draw a knife to fight with him anymore.
Yi Heping calmly listened to his uncle's reprimand, and after he stopped, he coughed lightly and wanted to speak.
However, at this moment, a person walked into the Biyong Pavilion.
It was Hezhou with the cold knife hanging from his waist.
When He Zhou walked in, Yi Heping felt for a moment that he saw the shadow of He Qingchuan in him. As if overnight, the young man who was still aggrieved by Baili Shu's sudden appearance had turned into an adult, and his shoulders showed the appearance of being able to carry heavy burdens. He Zhou knelt down in the lobby and solemnly kowtowed to the elders.
When he raised his head, the furious elder saw his eyes.
It was a look of determination.
"Please allow this junior to become a member of Elder Jiuxuan." He Zhou pulled out the cold knife and stuck it on the ground. He held the knife, and it rolled out of him obscurely with an aura of coercion that made people look pale. This young man with a bad temper, arrogant and awkward voice now became steady, firm, and manly.
"This junior is willing to do his best for Jiuxuan!"
He whispered, although the voice was low, it was like gold and iron colliding.
"Improve the power of a dog and a horse, what a fart!" The elder yelled, jumping his feet angrily, "With your three-legged cat's kung fu, do you think you can compare with us old bones?"
He Zhou didn't speak, he stood up and drew out his knife.
With a flick of the wrist, the cold knife drew an arc in the dim Biyong Pavilion, and the blade pointed obliquely at the elder. The young man holding the knife lowered his head, the aura on his body suddenly rose sharply, as if an immemorial Hong Zhong slammed into the air, and the coercion of the era that is still far away from today came across the world-at that moment, everyone felt that, Standing in the middle of the hall is no longer a young Jiuxuanmen disciple, but...
It was the warrior who drew his sword and rushed to the throne of the ancient emperor in the era of chaos.
The figures of those warriors staggered in the shadow of history, they drew their swords, they turned around, and they roared. They go nowhere.
"Please elders complete."
Hezhou's words are resounding.
This young man drew his knife, and used his own strength to prove that he was qualified enough to become a member of the "Tall Man Who Supported the Sky when the Sky Falls".
"Cold Feather Knife."
The old man's face changed suddenly, he took a step back dejectedly, and could no longer say a word to stop him.
Han Yu Dao, that was the sacred object of the Gu Clan Eighteenth Middle School, the Guan Clan. Just like Liao's Sushen Sword. Generation after generation, when members of the Guan family die, their souls will return to this sword and turn into the power of the Hanyu sword. The person who inherits this knife is himself the Guan family of the 18th ancient family. From generation to generation, the power of the ancestors will be revived and roared in his veins.
but…
As long as he inherits this knife, the soul of the knife holder will no longer belong to him.
It belongs to the knife.
When he dies, he will be like his ancestors, his soul will be sealed in the knife, there will be no afterlife, no reincarnation.
"His mother is Guan Zhiyu."
In the silence, Yi Heping said softly.
No one spoke anymore, Hezhou—in fact, he should be called Guanzhou—had taken the elder black robe embroidered with the Xuanli Peak logo from Yi Heping, and with a slight shake, unfolded it and put it on body.
From then on, in Jiuxuanmen, there was no more Xuanlifeng's proud chief disciple, but there was an unsmiling elder Xuanlifeng.
The younger generation has already set foot on the battlefield.
……………
The wind was blowing.
Hezhou had a Hanyu knife hanging on his waist, and his eyes fell on Liuxiantai not far from the mountain gate. He suddenly remembered that when Bailishu left the customs after five years, Yi Heping asked Bailishu to lead them to Yao Valley. At that time, the disciples standing on Liuxiantai didn't know that so many things would happen later, and the chiefs of their several peaks still looked down upon each other.
Shen Changge was there at that time.
Everyone is noisy, and no one knows that there will be a day like this.
Shen Changge became a traitor of the sect, and disappeared after the Bingzhou Prisoner Desolate Tower incident. Jun Wanbai, Li Banfeng, and Chu Zhi went far away to the Beijing Mausoleum to get the legendary emperor's map. Qin Jiu is still in seclusion. The rest of the brothers and sisters were buried in Bingzhou, and some were sent back by the fat man Liao from the Kyushu bank. , some no longer know where the bones are.
And at that time, no one would have thought that there would be a day when Jiuxuanmen would point its sword at a familiar fellow sect.
During the days of guarding Xuanli Peak, Xuanli Peak, which was in charge of law enforcement, was the place where the traitors' internal responses were finally dealt with.
At that time, He Zhou understood the further meaning of the identity of "elder".
Disciples are young people. In the young people's world, there is publicity, black and white, right and wrong, clearly and distinctly. But the elder's world is different, the elder is an adult, and the adult's world is full of helplessness, full of last resort, is obscure, and gray.
Every time Han Yu took the life of a familiar face, He Zhou understood this truth more deeply.
"arrive."
Yi Heping, who was standing at the front, suddenly said something softly.
He Zhou calmed down and looked towards the direction they were waiting for.
On the Tongtian steps shrouded in white clouds, a person walked up slowly through the clouds.
The man was wearing a snow-white long robe, the sleeves of which were blown flying like a crane by the fierce wind on the Heavenly Steps. The man was thin and thin, holding a longbow wrapped in cloth strips in his hand.