◎It is buried deep underground and will never see the light of day again.◎
You Qianhe's dream was shattered.
He originally thought that everything would develop as he had imagined, but in fact, after he left, the girl remained unknown.
She did not become the Sword God.
Did she put down her sword?
Then why has he been hiding his identity for so many years?
Fifty years of persistence and loneliness, all turned into a dream and collapsed overnight.
The white-haired old man sat there in a daze. His originally straight spine seemed to collapse in an instant, and his back became hunched and old.
An Jiu looked at him, his expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
She wanted to say something to comfort the poor old man, but logically, she shouldn't know what happened to You Qianhe now.
So she couldn't say anything.
As An Jiu was hesitating, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from afar. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man and woman walking out of the woods. They looked a little disheveled, as if they had just come out of a deep forest, with weeds and leaves all over their heads and bodies.
The man was wearing a half-new brown shorts, and the woman was wearing an exquisite but neatly tailored green long skirt. They were talking as they walked.
As soon as he saw the two figures, An Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Aren’t these the male and female protagonists!
"Brother He! Miss Lin!" She stood up and greeted them.
The two also saw her, and Lin Qingyan shouted in surprise: "Anjiu! Why are you here?"
At the same time, Fei Chen heard the noise and turned around, stood up and said to He Ziqing and the others, "Hello, two donors."
Lin Qingyan looked at An Jiu, then at Fei Chen, "What happened?"
Beside her, He Ziqing's gaze fell on the old man with white hair and a youthful face in the courtyard, his expression full of inquiry.
"I wonder who this person is..."
After a while, the four of them sat together and exchanged information with each other.
"In other words, the Bodhi seeds were stolen by the Thousand Killings Pavilion, and An Jiu was also targeted by the Pavilion Master Xian Wuming, so you came to us?"
"That's right, it's very dangerous for An Tanyue to be alone outside. Only by being with you can he ensure his safety." Fei Chen said.
Lin Qingyan nodded, showing her understanding: "That's right, then An Jiu can continue to follow us. But next we probably have to go into the mountains to look for people. Wuyi Mountain is only this big. We have almost searched the whole mountain, but we still haven't found anyone..."
He Ziqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "No, I've found it."
Suddenly, three pairs of eyes shifted to He Ziqing.
He Ziqing stood up quickly and walked towards the thatched hut.
In front of the hut, a white-haired old man was sitting on the ground facing the campfire, his eyes were staring blankly, as if he was in a trance.
He Ziqing walked up to the old man, but the old man seemed not to see him at all and did not even turn his head.
At this time, dusk had gradually fallen, the sky was getting darker, and the bonfire cast a dim light, which flickered on the old man's face and made his gray hair look red.
"Is this senior You Qianhe?"
He Ziqing clasped his hands together, bowed and stood still.
After the words fell, Lin Qingyan and Fei Chen both widened their eyes in astonishment.
An Jiu had already read the plot, but he still pretended to be confused and asked the two in a low voice: "Who is You Qianhe?"
Lin Qingyan's eyes were still full of surprise, and she came over and whispered to her, "You Qianhe was the sword god fifty years ago. It is said that his swordsmanship was the best in the world, and he was the best in the martial arts world at that time. He was extremely powerful. However, he has long disappeared, and it has been fifty years. I also heard about him from my grandfather. My grandfather built a magic weapon for You Qianhe. The Han Shang Sword, which ranks third on the magic weapon list, is his sword."
On the other side, when the old man heard He Ziqing say his name, he remained silent and did not look away.
Lin Qingyan asked, "Brother He, did you recognize the wrong person? Is this really Senior You Qianhe?"
He Ziqing couldn't help but frown, as if he was puzzled.
He paused, then said, "Senior, my master's name is Ruan Xinrou, have you ever heard of her?"
Until this moment, the old man who had been sitting still suddenly shook all over, as if he was suddenly awakened from a dream, and looked up at He Ziqing.
"Who are you talking about? Who is your master?"
"My master is Ruan Xinrou." He Ziqing repeated word by word.
The old man stared at He Ziqing, as if he was a man in the darkness who had caught a ray of light. He looked him up and down, and his eyes became brighter and brighter the more he looked.
Without saying a word, he suddenly jumped up, holding a fire stick in his hand, and attacked He Ziqing quickly.
He Ziqing was caught off guard, but all these years of martial arts training had already formed a conditioned reflex. Seeing the fire stick still flashing with sparks stabbing straight at him, he leaped back swiftly, raising his arm to block it.
His arm hit the fire poker, and after a bang, a bright spark burst out in the air.
"Brother He!" Lin Qingyan was startled by the old man's sudden action and subconsciously took a step forward.
Fei Chen reminded: "Miss Lin, please be patient, that old senior has no intention of hurting anyone."
Lin Qingyan was also worried and confused, but now she calmed down a little and realized that the old man seemed to be just testing He Ziqing and his moves were very measured.
An old man and a young man started to spar in the woods. Lin Qingyan and others were watching from the side, not daring to make a sound.
The old man's swordsmanship was extremely superb, and was obviously much better than He Ziqing's. At first, He Ziqing used his hands to block the fire stick, but gradually his arms were covered with charcoal marks from the stick.
He also saw the teaching intent behind the old man's every move, and quickly adjusted his mindset. He reached behind his back and pulled out the long sword on his back.
The sword was rarely unsheathed on normal days, because along the way, few people could force him to draw his sword. However, today, the battle with the old man forced him to draw his sword.
The long sword cut through the blue sky, making a sharp sound of tearing cloth.
Just by looking at the cold light flashing on the blade, one can see the sharpness of this sword. However, when the blade collided with the black fire stick, the ordinary fire stick was unharmed, but the long sword was shaken and made a trembling buzzing sound.
The first strike failed, and He Ziqing concealed his shock. He shook his arm and stabbed out with the sword again.
He Ziqing used the sword very simply, he had very few sword moves, each of which was simple and direct, aiming at each fatal point. The most unique thing about his sword use was its speed.
His sword was extremely fast. If one move failed, he would quickly switch to the next one. At the fastest, he could stab out hundreds of swords in an instant.
Because it was so fast and swift, the sword was like a heavy rain, sudden and fierce.
People who fight against him often feel that they are wrapped in swords, with rain coming from all directions. Every raindrop is a sword, and the sharp sword tip turns into overwhelming raindrops, leaving people nowhere to escape.
And when He Ziqing wields his sword, almost no one can escape from him.
But this time, every sword he thrust out and every raindrop falling from the sky were blocked!
The old man swung the fire stick in his hand open and closed, drawing dark shadows in the sky. Those shadows connected together to form an indestructible barrier.
All the snow-white raindrops were blocked by the barrier, and not a single drop could penetrate into it.
The sound of clanging and clanging came frequently, like the exchange of weapons, or like a really heavy rain.
"What a powerful swordsmanship!" Lin Qingyan stared with eyes wide open, her face full of amazement.
An Jiu was also surprised. A fire stick was just a piece of wood, how could it block the sword and not break?
Perhaps seeing her confusion, Fei Chen explained, "This senior has reached the realm of releasing sword energy. Let alone a piece of firewood stick, even if he holds a piece of silk, it can be comparable to a sharp sword. At this level, everything can be a sword."
While a few people were chatting here, the competition between an old man and a young man on the other side also came to an end.
The problems that Lin Qingyan and Feichen could see could naturally be seen by He Ziqing as well.
He jumped out of the old man's attack range neatly, holding the sword and clasping his fists, he said: "Senior, I admit defeat."
It would be futile for him to continue competing with someone he couldn't defeat even with his sword.
The old man was holding a fire stick in his hand, standing there slightly hunched. He had just finished a competition, but his face did not change and his heart was not beating at all.
His eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. He stared at He Ziqing and became more and more satisfied. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Not bad, not bad! Boy, you are very good!"
"Boy, come here and tell me about your master. How is your master now?" The old man waved at He Ziqing with a very kind tone.
From his previous probing, he had already discovered that this boy was very good at swordsmanship, and some of his sword moves were somewhat similar to his. Thinking back to what he said about being Ruan Xinrou's apprentice, he could tell that Ruan Xinrou had not put down her sword in all these years.
In this way, his efforts over the years were not in vain.
He Ziqing knew very well that this old man was the person he was looking for.
Although he found the person, his expression did not relax, but became more solemn.
"Senior, you haven't answered my question yet. Are you You Qianhe?"
You Qianhe said with a smile: "Yes, I am You Qianhe. Since you are Xinrou's disciple, you should call me Grandmaster."
He Ziqing shook his head and asked, "Senior, I came to find you at the order of Master. Master has a question for you: Do you regret your decision back then?"
You Qianhe was stunned for a moment, the joy on his brows faded a little, and his expression became complicated.
He was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "No regrets."
As long as she continues to walk on the path of kendo, what he does will not be in vain and he will not regret it.
After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "Since your master has trained you as a disciple, she is still practicing swordsmanship. With her swordsmanship, why hasn't she become famous in the martial arts world?"
He Ziqing was not surprised to hear his answer. He looked deeply at the old man with white hair and said in a deep voice, "Master said that she knew what you wanted, so after you left, she hid her identity and lived in the mountains, and never came out again. She said that this was her revenge on you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's body shook, his face full of disbelief.
"Why, why does she...she has been blaming me, right?" Tears appeared in his eyes.
He Ziqing said expressionlessly: "Yes, Master said that what she resented the most was that you didn't give her the chance to choose!"
"If you didn't want her to indulge in love, you could have made it clear back then. Master is not the kind of person who would pester her. It was you who promised to marry her, and you never told her your thoughts, so she thought you were willing. You Qianhe, you have traveled all over the world, and have had many beautiful women. You often say that you are heartless, but it is obvious that you are also the most affectionate. If you had made everything clear, and not given rise to those unwarranted sympathies, why would she force herself to learn swordsmanship!"
"Master also wanted something. Her family died in front of her, so she wanted a home. If you don't want to give it to her, she can find it herself. But you left without saying goodbye. You used this method to change Master to follow the sword path. Isn't this a form of coercion? Have you asked her about her wishes?"
"You wanted her to reach the pinnacle of the sword and stand on the top of that high mountain. Master did not want your wish to come true. After you left, she also lived in the mountains and forests, leading a secluded life. She has indeed never put down her sword in her life, but no one knows that she can use a sword anymore."
"The stunning Liushuang Sword was eventually buried deep underground, never to be seen again."
When he said this, He Ziqing's voice was already choked with sobs.
He was picked up by his master and brought back to the mountains when he was a child. At that time, his master was nearly fifty years old. He and his master had depended on each other in the deep mountains and forests for so many years. In his memory, his master had always been gentle and loving.
The master would mend his clothes that were torn during martial arts training, bandage his wounds when he was injured, and stay by his side all night when he was sick. The master gave him silent and vast maternal love, just like his own biological mother.
He Ziqing has been without parents since he was a child. In his heart, his master is his mother.
But sometimes, the master would reveal a silent and sad side, especially when teaching him sword skills.
The young He Ziqing didn't understand why his master was sad, but he could vaguely feel that it was because of the sword.
Therefore, every time He Ziqing practiced sword, he would go to the mountains and forests alone to fight with the wild beasts in the forest to improve his sword skills.
Only when he reaches a bottleneck will he ask his master to teach him.
There was even one time when, looking at his master shedding tears over the sword, He Ziqing angrily said that he would never practice sword again.
The master did not blame him, but asked him patiently if he really did not want to practice sword.
Actually, that’s not the case. He Ziqing likes swords very much and he loves practicing sword skills. Even though his aptitude is not very good and he can never beat his master, his master can easily knock him down with just one or two moves.
He still loves swords.
That time, the master touched his head and said to him: "Practice if you like it. Don't force yourself to do something you don't like, and don't give up something you like easily."
He Ziqing asked: "But Master, you don't like me practicing sword."
The master shook his head, chuckled and said, "I don't hate swords. Swords are just dead objects. What really makes me sad is a person."
The young He Ziqing said shamelessly: "That man also uses a sword, right? Master, I must learn sword skills well. When I come down from the mountain in the future, I will go and settle accounts with that man and avenge you!"
Before his death, the master only asked He Ziqing to find You Qianhe and give him a message.
The one who really wants to challenge You Qianhe is He Ziqing himself.
He never forgot the promise he made that year.
He wanted to defeat him fairly and make You Qianhe understand what he had done wrong.
"Senior, I know that my martial arts skills are not as good as yours, but I dare to challenge you to a fair duel. Half a month later, I will invite many martial arts masters to come here to witness this battle."
You Qianhe was silent for a while, then he said slowly: "When I draw my sword, someone will die."
He Ziqing said calmly, "Whether it's life or death, I will take full responsibility."
The author has something to say:
Let's put it this way: a child with talent but doesn't want to do this job x a controlling parent who sacrifices his morality for his child
No one can tell who is right or wrong, so in the end they just torture each other.
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