Splitting the Sky
Taiyi was born in heaven, and one day he had a sword stuck on the top of the sword tomb, blending in with the surrounding nature, and no one noticed it for a long time.
This is how the "more than" in the phrase "more than 30,000 years ago" came about. No one knows exactly how many years ago it appeared, it could have been one or two days, one or two years, or even tens of millions of years.
Until one day, a sword master from Sanchi Dao went to the sword tomb of the Xiaolingshan Zen Master and the Human Emperor to search for the sword. Suddenly, the sword made a loud sound that shook the sky. Then everyone discovered that there was another sword there!
The sword rang out for the Human Emperor, but the Human Emperor could not pull it out. The Zen Master took a closer look and said only one sentence.
"It's just that the cause and effect are not enough."
This is the Buddhist view. According to Taoism, Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
Taiyi rings the sword for "three" and raises the sword for "two".
When pulling out Taiyi, one does not look at swordsmanship or talent, but only at the cause and effect connection with the world.
The more causal lines you have on your body, the more you can resonate with Taiyi.
When Taiyi went down the mountain for Changxia, no one understood. At that time, she was just the disciple of the sword immortal Bie Jingchun. Even Bie Jingchun only made Taiyi's sword ring. Why could Changxia, as a disciple, cause such a shock?
Now Changxia knows that this is because of Xie Fengxue.
Xie Fengxue risked the will of heaven for her, walked through time, changed her destiny, and also changed the destiny of countless people.
He turned the wheel of time and fate, and she stood at the center of the wheel.
Changxia took Changxia's hand and walked up to the top of the mountain step by step. With every step she took, the sword tomb shook.
This was the spiritual power vibration caused by the mutual restraint between her and Taiyi.
The causes and effects on her body were much more than the last time she came, and the feedback Taiyi gave her was also much more intense.
She suppressed them all.
The top of the sword tomb is much quieter than the bottom of the mountain.
Only those with destiny can see Taiyi, and as long as Changxia is there, it will naturally appear.
The golden sword was inserted into the top of the mountain, and the sword body kept shaking, as if trying to break free from some restraints.
Changxia puts her hand on her lips——
"Shhh."
The next moment, Taiyi stopped moving.
She had said long ago that she could suppress any sword here now.
Changxia pointed at Taiyi Dao:
"Li Bai, go and pull it up."
Li Bai naturally listened to her senior sister, and Wu Ji in her arms turned over again.
"I'm just pulling it out. I won't leave you alone."
Li Bai was stunned for a moment and realized that the senior sister was talking to Wu Ji.
"Does the sword care about these things?"
Chang Xia said: "I do care."
Li Bai asked again: "Wu Ji would care about it, isn't it just a salted fish sword?"
Chang Xia raised his eyebrows: "Before you pull it out, it doesn't care, but after you pull it out, it will care."
She thought for a moment and said, "It's your sword now. You are its master. It doesn't like another sword trying to snatch yours away. It's called territorial awareness."
Li Bai said, "It's like a puppy marking its territory... Senior Sister, won't Cai Shou be angry if you change your sword?"
Changxia was stunned, and then gently stroked the hilt of the sword that had been hanging for a long time.
"Cai Shou... has its own things to do."
It is still accumulating strength underground in Chi Zhouhai, waiting for the final judgment.
Li Bai stopped talking, she knew it was not her place to ask any further questions.
"Go and try to see if you can pull it out."
Li Bai did as she was told. She handed Wu Ji to Chang Xia temporarily, walked to the golden sword, grabbed the hilt with both hands, took a deep breath and began to exert force.
The golden sword remained motionless.
Li Bai wanted to try again, but she heard Chang Xia say, "That's enough."
Changxia closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was that gentle and kind senior sister again.
"Li Bai, you must remember that even if the sky falls, I have my senior sister here for you."
Li Bai was puzzled: "Senior Sister..."
Chang Xia added: "Never do stupid things easily."
Taiyi is the sword refined by heaven, representing the will of heaven. Li Bai cannot pull out Taiyi because she does not have enough cause and effect.
Being a chess piece in the Immortal Realm's plan for Cang Xuan, it is actually counterintuitive that there is not enough cause and effect connection.
Because her final mission is to take possession of Cang Xuan's luck, no matter who this luck is given to, the cause and effect involved in her should be quite large.
But Taiyi did not recognize her.
Changxia thought it was ridiculous.
She looked at the vast sky and couldn't help but wonder, is this also part of your calculation?
Allowing the Immortal Realm to reap Cang Xuan's fortune, in the eyes of that high and mighty being, is it just a trivial matter not worth mentioning?
Li Bai's identity means that the more useful she is, the more likely she is to survive.
The fact that Taiyi cannot be pulled out only means that God is too stingy to give her even this little value. She is just a pawn that can be abandoned at any time.
Changxia held Piaolingjiu tightly in his hand and said in his heart -
I wonder how long you can keep planning everything.
Li Bai didn't understand what Chang Xia was thinking. She took Wu Ji and didn't feel disappointed that she couldn't pull out Taiyi.
If she can't pull it out, then she can't pull it out. She already has Wu Ji, and practicing swordsmanship should be focused.
Besides—for some reason, she didn't like Taichi either.
Her beast-like intuition made her vaguely realize that the Taiyi Sword might not be a good thing.
Changxia collected his thoughts and said to Libai, "Wait for Xingyun."
Li Bai asked: "Is he going to draw his sword too?"
Chang Xia said, "He won't pull it out."
She lowered her eyes and said, "No one will ever pull out this sword again."
At that time, the little monk happened to be climbing the mountain out of breath. He was not like Yun Ting's group of perverts who were used to not using their spiritual power. The sword tomb was thousands of feet high, and his spiritual power was sealed by the formation. He was exhausted from jogging up the mountain with his physical body.
"You...why didn't you wait for me!"
Chang Xia: "Isn't this what we are waiting for?"
She bent her little finger to the corner of her mouth and blew a whistle, and a blue bird flew from the sky to them.
Xingyun was filled with grief and indignation: "You can even take a bird to the top of the mountain, but you can't take me with you!"
Chang Xia ignored his accusations. She sat on the bird's back and said expressionlessly:
"If you don't come up, you can go down the mountain by yourself."
Xingyun immediately shut up and climbed onto Sanlisan's back swiftly.
Chang Xia turned around and said softly to Li Bai, "Have you read your Sixth Senior Sister's storybook? The one about Chen Xiang splitting the mountain."
Li Bai nodded blankly.
"Senior Sister will show you how to split the sky today."
The sword cultivator's voice was still calm, without any ups and downs, like a mountain spring hitting jade, extremely cold.
Xingyun couldn't help but shiver.
This person seems a little crazy now.
Changxia stretched out her hand, and the Taiyi sword shook again, but this time it was not trying to get close to her - this time it was rejecting her.
But how could I refuse?
It started raining at the Sword Tomb at some point, and the people who were looking for swords on the mountain road were a little confused.
I've never heard of rain in this mountain!
He subconsciously caught a drop of rainwater.
Um
Silver
The doubts were fleeting in his mind, and the next moment, the people on the mountain road disappeared along with their swords.
Xingyun was a little stunned after witnessing all this.
This large-scale space transfer array is enough for any array master in the world to study excitedly for a lifetime, but this person used it as a disposable consumable without blinking an eye.
Zuo Shanzhu must have spent a lot of effort to carve such a formation plate himself, so he just indulged Chang Xia
He turned his head and saw the man in yellow playing with the golden sword.
Changxia felt the sword in his hand tremble slightly.
"You're scared"
If Jian could nod, Taiyi would really want to tell her yes.
Changxia suddenly smiled. She had a gentle and bright appearance, loved wearing yellow clothes, and her smile was as bright as the spring flowers in March.
This time, even Li Bai couldn't help but shrink back.
Chang Xia whispered to the sword, "What are you afraid of? I won't break you."
The next moment, she turned her hand back and swung the sword fiercely into the sky.
boom--
Xingyun said in a trembling voice: "The sky... is cracked"
The entire Cang Xuan seemed to tremble. Above the sword tomb, the eternally unchanging sky seemed to be torn open, and countless purple lightning bolts poured down from the torn sky. Chang Xia stood in the center of the thunderstorm, but strangely, the lightning could not hurt her at all.
Xingyun stared at Gao Tian in a daze.
He saw it.
He saw the shadow of a monk in red robes sitting in the middle of the terrifying thunder and lightning, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.
"Old Monk"
Tick!
Sanli San raised his feathers impatiently, as if complaining to this person why he had dirtyed his beautiful green feathers.
Xingyun wiped his cheeks and was slightly confused about the wetness in his palms.
I am...crying
After the Zen master passed away, he never returned to Xiaoling Mountain, so he did not feel the birth, old age, sickness and death, and the sufferings of life that should have been real, and even the sadness was a layer away from him.
Until this moment.
The young monk on the back of the blue bird suddenly summoned his spiritual power and jumped off the bird's back.
He stretched out his hand in the direction of the red-robed monk.
Faster! Faster!
Just a little faster!
It's right in front of me, but I just can't reach it!
The thunder was gradually getting smaller and the cracked sky was slowly healing.
Changxia watched all this coldly.
When the last thunder subsided, the young monk seemed to have reached his limit. He dropped his hands weakly and let himself fall from the air.
The bluebird let out a clear cry, swooped down and caught him.
Xingyun forced a weak smile at Changxia.
Chang Xia was silent for a moment and said, "That was just an illusion."
Xingyun said: "I know, I just... I just..."
I just don't want to accept that he's really dead.
The uncles and aunts in Xiaoling Mountain have sent messages many times asking him to go back and succeed the throne, but Xingyun has never returned.
He always felt that as long as he didn't go back, he would be the one going on a long journey, and the old monk would still be drinking tea on the mountain, waiting for him with old Bodhi.
"Sister, you know, Xiaoling Mountain is huge, with 100,000 monks, and it's very lively. But the old monk and I can only read, write, and watch the moon on the top of the mountain. I hate this kind of cold and quiet day after day."
He gave a wry smile and said, "I've been out long enough. I'm going home."
Although the mountains became cold and the shadows of the trees were clear from then on, he was the only one reading, writing and watching the moon on the top of the mountain.
Xingyun closed his eyes and crushed the talisman that the old monk had prepared for him before he set out.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a hundred thousand monks sweeping the path at the mountain gate, waiting for their Buddha's son to return.
Xingyun thought that in the future he would also raise a little monk in the mountains, take him to drink tea and watch the snow, teach him how to behave in the world, and protect him throughout his life.
That little monk... let's call him Liushui.
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