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Earlier, on the three-foot road.
Ding Yan, who had an appointment with Zhu You, visited the Three-Foot Dao secret place before setting off. Sword Casting Mountain was ablaze as usual. He stood by the molten lava, his hands clasped in front of him, respectful.
In front of him was a woman who was casting a tool.
"Uncle Master."
The woman said nothing until she had hammered the iron tool into a shape that satisfied her. Then she stopped what she was doing and set her eyes on Ding Yan.
She smiled and wiped her hands with a handkerchief: "The old-fashioned old man taught the little old-fashioned old man. Your master finally figured it out."
Ding Yan said: "Master said that in this generation of Sanchi Dao, there are only him and you."
Ling Yuyi sneered, "Only after Jian Daizi died did he think of fighting to the death. Sure enough, the old-fashioned man still favors him."
Ding Yan pretended not to know that the sword idiot she was talking about was the previous Sword Master.
He lowered his brows and explained, "Master said that he believed that if he died, you and Uncle Pei would make the same decision."
Similarly, if Ling Yuyi died, the Three-foot Dao Supreme Elder Qi Zhuo and the Sword Master Pei Miaoyi would also start to fight to the death.
Who hasn't been a teenager? When they were as young as a blank sheet of paper and would choke and cough out tears when drinking, they had already started to support each other.
Ling Yuyi asked: "Where is your master?"
Ding Yan said, "He said he was going to do something that had to be done."
Ling Yuyi pursed her lips and said nothing.
She clasped her hands together, and the magma in the pool suddenly began to boil, and a red light slowly rose from the center of the pool.
A long sword that had never been recorded appeared in front of Ding Yan.
"it's beautiful."
He was a sword cultivator, and he was never stingy with his praise for his sword. But this was only a momentary distraction, and Ding Yan immediately returned to his respectful and humble demeanor.
"Does this sword have a name?"
"No."
Ling Yuyi looked at the sword lovingly, "It is a sword not recognized by Heaven. Its name can only be given by its owner. We are not its owner."
They have spent thousands of years to make this sword. People from all four realms say that the sword cultivators of Sanchidao have no brains, but so what? They just want to have the sword.
Among the four regions, the Western Region is the best at forging weapons, and among all the weapons in the world, they are particularly good at forging swords.
The first sword master of Sanchi Dao once said that the truth is only within his three-foot sword. This sentence later became the consistent concept of Sanchi Dao.
"The Eastern Territory has the Human Emperor, the Western Territory's monks and scholars are the best at brainwashing, and the Northern Territory...the destiny lies in the Northern Territory. We in the Western Territory have nothing, but what does it matter? No one can reason with the Three-foot Dao Sword."
The same is true of the way of heaven.
Four thousand years ago, the ancestor of Sanchi Dao followed Ji Zhao to defeat the Heaven and died. Their lineage then had the idea of creating a sword to communicate with the Heaven and reason. Later, the sword was passed to Master Ling Yuyi. Eight hundred years ago, her master also died in the battle of the Heaven, and the sword fell into her hands.
Roughly speaking, this sword has gone through three generations now - there is no need for a next generation.
"The man at the foot of the mountain has been waiting for this sword for so many years. It's time for him to see it."
She sneered and looked at the brilliant forging fires of Cuiwei City at the foot of the mountain. They had been burning like this for thousands of years.
"It's really dazzling, isn't it? It's like the stars in the sky are born from the earth."
Ling Yuyi held the sword in his right hand, stroked the sword with his left hand, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
She whispered, "Do you know what to use as a sacrifice when the divine sword is forged?"
When Ding Yan realized what she was about to do, it was already too late——
"Uncle Master——"
At the critical moment——
bite--
The sound of jade falling was heard.
The red sword fell to the ground. When Taoist Baimei appeared, Ding Yan realized that it was a green jade stone thrown from the sky, which just hit the red sword that Ling Yuyi had placed on his neck.
Qi Zhuo, who had been hiding in the dark, stepped out and froze her at the same time.
He walked past Ling Yuyi, picked up the long sword that had just fallen to the ground, and stabbed it straight into his chest without saying a word.
It seems like it has the momentum of thousands of troops.
Only after the bright red light returned to the white clothes did Ding Yan seem to feel something real.
The old man with a sage-like appearance tilted his head and smiled, and there was even a hint of disrespect in his face.
In his memory, the master was always a strict and methodical person, and everything had to be done according to the rules. He rarely showed such impulsiveness.
"Ayu, I told you long ago, why are you wasting time and talking so much before doing anything?"
"Qi Zhuo!" Ling Yuyi said angrily, "You're trying to snatch this from me!"
She crushed the jade that broke her and dropped it in front of Taoist Baimei, but the person in front of her was already dead.
The old man with white eyebrows sat upright on the ground as if he was practicing. Apart from the blood on his chest, he looked like a dummy made of white jade.
How quiet it is.
Ling Yuyi looked at him.
"Uncle Master..."
It turns out that this is the very important thing that Master mentioned before.
"He was also an astonishing genius back then. He achieved Golden Core at the age of eighteen, and his appearance has remained unchanged. But he said he was the Grand Elder of the Three-foot Dao, and he had to act like a respected and virtuous person, so he became an old man." Ling Yuyi suddenly whispered, "He was called old-fashioned, but in fact, over the years, he has clearly been..."
"Child's mind."
"Why is he pretending to be an adult?"
Ding Yan took a few deep breaths before calming his fluctuating emotions.
"Uncle Master, the Three-foot Dao still needs you to take charge of the overall situation."
Ling Yuyi took the sword with his hand and smiled coldly at Ding Yan, "Now I am the most senior in the entire Three-foot Dao, and you can't control me."
She reached out and pried open one of Qi Zhuo's eyes. The dark eye still had the warmth of death. She made a hand gesture with her other hand, imitating what Qi Zhuo had just done, isolating Ding Yan ten meters away.
Then she thrust the red sword into her own neck. At this moment, a green light flashed on the dead Qi Zhuo's body.
His natal sword blocked her way.
Ding Yan bowed to Ling Yuyi.
"Uncle Master, it is God's will."
Ling Yuyi remained silent, too lazy to even lift her eyelids.
This is not God's will.
It was obvious that Qi Zhuo had calculated her correctly.
She turned around and looked at her senior brother whom she had known for thousands of years. He just died here quietly.
She looked through the aged face in front of her and thought back to thousands of years ago when they were both full of vigor and vitality. Back then, Qi Zhuo was the eldest senior brother, but he was never serious, always fond of playing and enjoying himself.
He could also do outrageous things like flying on a sword for a night and taking them to a city thousands of miles away to buy a string of candied haws.
After being in the world of immortal cultivation for a long time, it was difficult to remember to bring some earthly change. The three of them searched through their storage bags but only found three copper coins, enough to buy a string of five candied haws. Qi Zhuo was quick-witted and ate two of them first. No matter how she and Pei Miaoyi divided the remaining three, it would not be fair, so Qi Zhuo took the remaining one and put it in his own mouth.
"Isn't this better?"
At that time, she stomped her feet in anger, thinking to herself, how could there be such a senior brother.
How could there be such a senior brother——
So why don't you learn from when we were little? You took advantage of me and Pei Miaoyi and made them run around in circles. Wouldn't it be better if you lived and we both died?
She casually threw the red sword in her hand into the lava, and then watched the little red light being finally swallowed up in the rolling magma.
"Ding Yan, starting today, Cuiwei Mountain will be closed."
She walked straight towards her refining furnace.
She was originally satisfied with the sword, but now the red edge of the sword is the blood of her senior brother.
"Tell Zhu You to wait a little longer."
Ding Yan sighed, he remembered that his junior brother Lian Cheng seemed to have returned to Cuiwei recently.
——He should have gone by himself, but who could blame him for not only the death of his uncle and senior brother, but also his master.
Lian Cheng will probably curse when he finds out, but never mind.
——
In Tianlai Tower, Lian Cheng was holding a teacup. He was trying to coax Zhu You with the same patience as he would use to coax the most beautiful girl in the world.
But this person still refused to listen.
Originally, the task given by his senior brother was very simple, which was to convey a message, but Zhu Yuanzhi was too mysterious, so he couldn't help but take the initiative and wanted to find out more.
In fact, he had been to Tianlai Tower when he was a child. This shop had been open for a long time, and his master and uncle were all acquainted with Zhu You.
It is said that Zhu You has opened a shop in Cuiwei City since his master's master's generation.
"It seems that the senior has been guarding Cuiwei City for many years." Lian Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled. He was born with a pair of affectionate eyes, and his face looked particularly friendly when he smiled.
Zhu You said: "It's not me who is guarding Cuiwei, it's Cuiwei who is guarding me."
The slovenly old man chuckled and said, "My dear guest, you should go back to the mountain first. It's getting dark soon."
Lian Cheng heard this and looked out the window. Sure enough, dark clouds were already looming over the city. In the past, he would have said that for him, dark was just the beginning of the day, but for some reason today, he had lost interest.
Lian Cheng then folded his hands and said, "Senior, I'm leaving now."
Zhu You waved his hand without saying anything. He watched the dark clouds outside the window. As they merged into a series of clouds and disappeared into the city, raindrops as big as beans suddenly fell. All the noise in the city was silent at this moment, leaving only the sound of rain hitting the bluestone.
Zhu You took out the kite and found Li Bai's name.
"Didn't you say you wanted to exchange your life for your senior sister's?"
Without waiting for a reply from the other party, after doing all this, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the rain. The old man who usually had a smile that was so flattering that it seemed a bit wretched did not have any curves at the corners of his mouth this time. Perhaps it was too solemn, and there was even a sense of solemnity, as if he was participating in a solemn sacrifice.
After a long time, he raised his hand and touched his heart.
There was nothing there.
He is a clay figurine, a sacrifice made by mortals to deceive heaven, and he does not deserve to have a human heart.
Even the only warmth in his body was the fertile soil that Changxia had found for him over the years to fill the cracks in the porcelain.
"We are all created. They say tools should have the consciousness of tools."
"But Li Bai, why?"
"Why should we be the ones to be used and sacrificed?"
"You didn't have a choice before. If I gave you a choice, what would you do?"
He touched the cracks in the porcelain beneath the skin, almost greedily absorbing every bit of warmth.
It’s so warm.
But it’s too little, Changxia.
He couldn't survive on this little nourishment alone.
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