late at night.
Qingyun Mountain, Xiaozhu Peak.
The sky was gloomy, there was no moon or starlight, and boundless darkness shrouded Xiaozhufeng. Lu Xueqi was dressed in white, standing alone on the moon-watching platform at the back of Xiaozhu Peak.
The moon-watching platform here is actually the most famous place of Xiaozhu Peak. It is listed as one of the six scenic spots of Qingyun, "Moon Watching", together with the "sea of clouds" and "Hongqiao" on Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain.
The back mountain of Xiaozhufeng is also covered with dense bamboo forests, but it is different from the "black knotted bamboo" on the back mountain of Dazhufeng, another strange bamboo - tear bamboo is abundant on Xiaozhufeng. This kind of bamboo is emerald green in color, with a slender body, nearly twice as few nodes as ordinary bamboo, but the bamboo is extremely tough, known as the best in the world, and even ordinary woodcutters cannot cut it. The most famous place of tear bamboo is that on the emerald green bamboo body, there are little pink spots all over, just like the sad tears of a gentle woman, which is extremely beautiful.
And the origin of the name of Xiaozhufeng also comes from this.
As for the moon-watching platform, it is actually a lonely cliff hanging in mid-air. Except for the second half which is connected to the mountain, most of it is suspended in the sky. It is said that on a bright moon night, the moonlight will slowly rise from the foot of the mountain and slowly climb up to the moon-watching platform. The moment when the moonlight fully illuminates the moon-watching platform is also when the moon is in the sky.
And at the most beautiful time of the moon-watching platform, that is, at that time, the moonlight will suddenly shine brilliantly, shooting backwards from the smooth rocks of the moon-watching platform, illuminating the entire Xiaozhufeng in an instant, and in an instant At that moment, the person standing on the moon-watching platform was almost like standing in a fairyland; what's more, it was said that on the night of the full moon that appeared only once in a year, people would feel like they were standing on the bright moon, The excitement of that feeling is indeed infinitely yearning.
However, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, so it is obviously not the time to appreciate the beauty of the full moon. At this moment, not to mention the moon-watching platform on the back mountain of Xiaozhufeng, even the place where the disciples of the front mountain live together is in darkness, obviously everyone has already fallen asleep.
Only Lu Xueqi somehow came to this lonely place alone.
Tianya, who never left her body, was still behind her, emitting a soft blue light in the darkness, illuminating some places around her. The night wind blew coldly, gently blowing her in snow-white clothes.
On the sideburns, there were a few strands of soft hair, disheveled by the wind, brushing against her fair face. It's just that she didn't seem to pay attention at all, and stood silently at the front of the cliff of the moon-watching platform, staring blankly into the distance.
The mountain wind gradually became stronger, and her clothes began to flutter in the wind.
One step further, there is darkness, the abyss.
On the edge of the cliff, in the twilight, the woman in white stands alone.
Bit by bit, what is emerging in my heart? It was originally a tender feeling! How slowly, it turned into sadness.
One click, one click, like an invisible blade, piercing deeply in my heart.
The trace carved in the deep heart turned out to be a person's face.
Acacia, deep-seated...
When there was no one in the dark, in a secluded place, she slowly opened her arms. Ahead, there is boundless darkness, as if the world is boundless.
The wind is so fast, rushing into her arms seems to tear people apart, and the darkness under her feet is suddenly ready to move, stretching out a dark hand from an unknown place, wrapping around her body, trying to pull her into the abyss.
She seemed to be insane, just staring silently. The wind was blowing at her thin and fragile body, like lilies blooming in the dark.
The night is deep.
The inexplicable cold penetrated into every skin of her body, only her mind, and only her mind was suddenly hot. The tenderness deeply hidden in my heart suddenly burst out like a burning flame at this moment, and then condensed into—
A face.
"Choke..."
A sharp sound suddenly sounded in the dark night, echoing far away.
The Tianya Divine Sword was unsheathed, shining brilliantly in the darkness, and a white figure jumped up to catch Tianya in mid-air. The bitter mountain wind suddenly swept up, and accompanied by the white figure, on the moon-watching platform, began a sword dance that was so beautiful.
The autumn water falls like a long sky, turning into a boundless Milky Way, twirling and moving in Xianxian's hands, flowing happily in the dark night. Sometimes it soars to the sky, sometimes it falls to the ground, sometimes it turns into a streamer in silver clothes, yearning for that peerless face; sometimes it disperses into a sky full of stars, shining brightly.
Lu Xueqi was on the moon-watching platform, bit her lips deeply, closed her eyes, her body seemed to be floating in the wind, like fluttering catkins, like cold flowers, dancing in a poignant and beautiful figure in this world.
She turned into a white floating light, exhausted all her strength, her face was so pale, as if she could still see faint beads of sweat, but she didn't stop, maybe her body was tired, so she could forget everything!
So she was dancing, dancing, that figure in the night, faint and beautiful...
"Ding!"
With a soft crisp sound, the Tianya Excalibur slowly fell from his hand. The sharp sword edge ignored the hard rock at all, piercing into the stone silently like pricking snow.
The brilliant and beautiful white figure gradually lowered itself, and the darkness crept up.
Who is panting in the dark
There are drops of water, dripping gently, falling on the stone, maybe it is the sweat after exhaustion
She panted lightly, panted, and then slowly calmed down, raised her eyes, but there was a touch of bewilderment.
At some point, she danced to the back of the moon-watching platform, and there was a bamboo forest in front of her, and the slender and gentle tearful bamboo in front of her.
Under the faint light, little by little tear stains, like a heartbroken woman.
She stared blankly, then suddenly laughed, silently, as if with a bit of bitterness, then disregarded the dust on the ground, disregarded the clean white clothes on her body, and sat on the ground with her back against the tear bamboo.
Look up, look at the sky!
The sky is endless...
The night wind blows, as if there is a faint familiar smell.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
It turns out that after exhaustion, the face in my heart is more profound.
The past, bit by bit, seems to be engraved in my heart, and can never be erased.
Just like that day outside the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house, he impulsively grabbed her hand to save her, completely forgetting his own danger.
She still had her eyes closed, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Then, thinking, thinking...
It wasn't until thinking of the mysterious words that appeared and danced around them at the last moment that they realized that those words were actually deeply engraved in their minds.
Maybe, this way you can forget about him!
She said this to her heart, even though she didn't believe it herself, she still read it softly in her mouth.
"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treat everything as a straw dog..."
In the middle of the night, the ancient words echoed softly in the darkness like a spell.
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Qingyun Mountain Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the ancestors.
The light in the main hall was still dim as usual. Master Daoxuan held three sticks of fresh incense in his hands, and respectfully bowed to the spirit tablets of countless ancestors and ancestors. In the incense burner.
Beside him, there was only the down-and-out old man who took care of the ancestor's ancestral hall. The dim light shone on his face, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be carved on his face.
Daoxuan turned his head, his eyes fell on his face, and he suddenly said: "You seem to have aged a bit."
The old man had no expression on his face, and said indifferently: "The years make people old, what's so strange?"
Daoxuan smiled, as if he wanted to say something, suddenly a voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, disciple Lin Jingyu has returned, come to say hello to senior."
Daoxuan frowned slightly, but kept silent. The old man took a step forward slowly, but he did not leave the ancestral hall. He only raised his voice and said, "It's you! When did you come back?"
Lin Jingyu said respectfully outside: "The disciple came back the day before, after reporting to the master, he went back to Longshou Peak to meet the senior brother, and came to visit senior as soon as he was free."
There seemed to be a slight smile on the old man's lips, and he said, "Oh! That's it! Then you wait outside first, I have a guest here."
Lin Jingyu seemed to be taken aback for a moment outside, in the past this patriarch's ancestral hall was never visited by anyone, unexpectedly there are still guests today. However, he has practiced under this mysterious old man for ten years, and he has already respected him like a teacher, so he immediately responded and waited quietly.
Reverend Daoxuan took a few steps slowly and stood in the shadow of the hall. Looking out from the gate, under the warm sunlight, Lin Jingyu was carrying the dragon-slaying sword on his back, wearing a long robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a handsome face, standing respectfully by the side of the ancestor's ancestral hall, waiting patiently.
He looked at it silently for a while, and said: "This child is a good material, no matter his aptitude or temperament, he is the top choice."
The old man's footsteps seemed a little slow, he walked up to him, glanced out, and said: "Then why didn't you take him into your sect back then?"
Reverend Daoxuan stared at Lin Jingyu standing outside the ancestral hall. That young man was in full bloom. No matter where he looked at, he revealed such a vigorous vigor and a compelling edge, which made people feel that he was different from others. different.
Reverend Daoxuan suddenly smiled, a very plain, very plain smile, then turned around and said to the old man, "Because he is so much like a person, his temperament, expression, and even his aptitude are all the same as that old man's." So much alike. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I had him by my side."
The muscles on the face of the old man beside him suddenly seemed to twitch.
Reverend Daoxuan turned his head, looked at him indifferently, after a long time, suddenly shook his head, and said with a smile: "I was joking with you!"
Before he finished speaking, he frowned, and then put his hands on his chest and coughed a few times in a low voice.
The old man glanced at his chest, then at Daoxuan's slightly pale face at the moment, and said calmly: "It's been ten years, is your injury still not healed?"
Master Daoxuan didn't speak, but his cough gradually became louder, and then his face became increasingly ugly. After a while, the cough gradually calmed down.
Reverend Daoxuan heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, stopped looking at Lin Jingyu outside the door, walked to the spiritual altar where countless Qingyun sect patriarchs were enshrined, stared at it for a while, and then said quietly: "I also Unexpectedly, the counterattack power of the 'Xianxian Sword' is so powerful!"
The old man walked over slowly, reached out for a rag, and started to wipe it gently on the heavy altar table, saying: "The power of the Zhuxian Sword is so powerful, and the 'Zhuxian Sword Formation' is enough to defy the sky. A ferocious thing is against the will of heaven, you should have known it when you used the ancient Zhu Xian sword."
Reverend Daoxuan said indifferently: "Of course I know that on the stone tablet in the Huanyue Cave, from Patriarch Qingye down, the patriarchs of all generations have left strict orders not to use this sword unless it is absolutely necessary!"
The old man wiped the altar slowly, very slowly, as if he had been cleaning it like this for many years, that's why he was so focused. He looked at the table, smiled suddenly, and said: "Actually, I also thought that if you used the Zhuxian Ancient Sword a few more times, you might die faster than me."
Master Daoxuan looked at the hunched back of the old man, the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank, and after a while, he turned around and walked out slowly.
"Are you leaving?" The old man's desolate voice came from behind him.
Reverend Daoxuan stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn his head back. After a while, his voice came slowly: "Do you still remember what I said when I rescued you back then?"
The old man stood in the dark shadows and did not answer.
Master Daoxuan didn't look back either, there seemed to be a strange aura floating in the ancestral hall of the ancestor.
After a long while, Daoxuan Master's voice was heard calmly saying: "I saved you because I owe you, but I will not let you live longer than me!"
The old man's body was already hidden in the shadows, motionless. Reverend Daoxuan immediately walked out, leaving the ancestor's ancestral hall.
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Lin Jingyu was waiting patiently outside, when he suddenly saw that it was the head master walking out of the ancestor's ancestral hall, he was startled, and hurriedly saluted. Reverend Daoxuan glanced at him, there seemed to be some strange light flashing in his eyes, then he nodded and left.
Lin Jingyu watched the head master leave, for some reason, since Daoxuan came out of the ancestor's ancestral hall just now, he felt that the face of the head master seemed pale and strange.
Lin Jingyu was thinking to himself, when the old man's voice came from the ancestral hall, he said slowly: "Is it Jingyu, come in!"
Lin Jingyu quickly responded: "Yes." He said and walked into the ancestral hall.
As soon as he entered the ancestor's ancestral hall, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt a chill in his body, and at the same time, the surrounding area became dark. He couldn't help frowning. For the past ten years, he has followed this mysterious old man here to take care of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall, but from the day he came, he felt that this Patriarch's Ancestral Hall was very strange, and it always felt dark and gloomy. However, it is not completely dark here. Many joss sticks are still lit before those patriarchs' spiritual seats, but these dim candle lights seem to exist only to set off the deeper darkness here, and it is impossible for this hall to get rid of the darkness and even the darkness. Eerie feeling.
But after all, he has lived here for ten years, and he admires the old man standing in the shadow so much that he has long since put aside the strange place here. At that moment, he bowed respectfully to the figure of the old man and said, "Senior, the disciple is back."
In the past ten years, Lin Jingyu wanted to call this old man his master more than once, but he was rejected by this mysterious old man without exception, so Lin Jingyu always called him a senior, anyway, even the real head of the sect sometimes called him his master. The old man looked at him differently, thinking that he must have been an elder in Qingyun sect back then.
The old man smiled, walked out from the shadows, looked Lin Jingyu up and down, saw that he had been away for a few months, although his face was a bit weathered, but his whole body was more energetic. I couldn't help but feel a little relieved in my eyes, and said in a harmonious voice, "You didn't get hurt when you went out this time?"
Lin Jingyu smiled and said: "It's not that there are no injuries, but they are all minor injuries, not worth mentioning. It's a pity that I went to the Dead Marsh this time and returned without success."
At that moment, he briefly talked about the battle of the Dead Marsh. At this time, the news that the three sects had destroyed the Hall of Eternal Life together due to the internal fighting among the Demon Cults had spread throughout the world. Speak up.
However, the old man was obviously not very interested in the survival of the Changshengtang. When he heard that one of the four major sects of the Demon Cult was destroyed, he didn't even change his face, and just listened to Lin Jingyu's words quietly.
After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "You said that this time the other three sects of the Devil's Sect, including the Wandu Sect, will have a large number of people going there?"
Lin Jingyu nodded and said: "Yes."
The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said: "Have you seen Cangsong?"
Lin Jingyu was startled, stunned, but then fell silent, with an extremely complicated expression on his face, before saying after a long while: "No, senior."
The old man saw all the expressions on his face, and suddenly said: "Do you hate him very much?"
A trace of pain flashed across Lin Jingyu's eyes, and he slowly said: "I don't know, but there is no balance between good and evil, anyway, even if we meet again, we will already be sworn enemies!"
"Hmph!" The old man suddenly sneered.
Lin Jingyu was taken aback, and said: "Senior, what's wrong?"
The old man shook his head slowly, turned around, looked up, and what caught his eyes was the spiritual tablets of countless Qingyun sect patriarchs aloft. The dim candles in front of the coffins seemed like their eyes, looking silently at the people in the ancestral hall.
"He brought you up since he was a child, passed on the Taoism to you, taught you how to be a human being, and finally passed on the Dragon Slaying Sword to you. Has he ever felt sorry for you?" The old man suddenly said indifferently.
Lin Jingyu shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "He has always been very kind to me, and I used to treat him like a god like a god. I respect him very much. But..."
Lin Jingyu didn't continue talking, and the old man also fell silent suddenly. After a long time, the old man gave a wry smile, with endless sorrow, and said in a low voice to the spiritual candles in front of him: "Actually, Cangsong is just a poor man who went on the wrong path..."