Chen Kuang's pupils constricted: "General outline?"
Pei Hanzheng nodded and sighed, "The Withering and Flourishing chapter is the general outline of The Grass-Cutting Song, and it guides the subsequent Burnt Ink and Lush chapters. I came across this technique when I was young, but I found that no matter how hard I practiced, I couldn't grasp the key. Both the vital energy and the dead energy would only develop on their own, unable to form a cycle of their own."
"I'm well aware of the profoundness of this technique, and therefore feel even more deeply regretful. I thought the outline was lost, but I didn't expect that at this moment... you would take the initiative to find me."
Pei Hanzheng laughed: "Haha, could this be... God's will?"
Chen Kuang was greatly surprised.
Pei Hanzheng had never seen the Withering and Flourishing Chapter, which meant that Huo Hengxuan's Withering and Flourishing Chapter didn't come from Pei Hanzheng?!
Then where did he get the chapter of withering and flourishing?
"Young friend, could you teach me the Withering and Flourishing Chapter?"
Pei Hanzheng actually straightened his clothes, leaned on his sword, and tremblingly clasped his fists towards Chen Kuang, his eyes extremely bright.
"I, Pei Er, am willing to exchange everything I've learned in my life for it!"
Chen Kuang quickly said: "I dare not!"
"Senior, if you want to learn, I'm naturally willing to teach you everything I know."
It was really embarrassing for him to have this old swordsman salute him...
Chen Kuang stepped forward and tried to support Pei Hanzheng, but the latter suddenly waved his sleeves, his eyes widening: "I'm not at the stage where I need help even when I'm standing. If you feel tired, just tell me and I'll help you!"
Chen Kuang: “…”
This old man is quite stubborn!
Pei Hanzheng said so himself, so Chen Kuang had no choice but to obey.
He taught the "Withering and Flourishing Chapter" to the other party. Pei Han had been meditating with his eyes closed for three days and three nights. Just when Chen Kuang almost thought that the former had passed away, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.
"I see! I see!"
Pei Hanzheng danced for a while, then excitedly picked up the Taia sword and kept practicing his exquisite sword skills.
On Xushi Mountain, snowflakes were flying everywhere and blending into the sword light, without being hurt in the slightest.
Each of these swords can be regarded as the pinnacle of swordsmanship!
Chen Kuang was dazzled and shocked at the same time.
Pei Hanzheng practiced a total of three thousand sword techniques before he stopped, looked up at the sky, and murmured:
"I spent three thousand years racking my brains to figure out where that avenue was, but how come I only finally discovered it..."
“There’s no road ahead.”
"There is no such thing as 'Tao' in this world! There is no Tao in this world, hahahahaha!"
Pei Han was looking up at the sky and laughing in the snow.
Chen Kuang was afraid that he would laugh until he choked, so he quickly said, "Senior! Please teach me the way of 'time'!"
Pei Hanzheng said in surprise through the wind and snow:
"You are already in it, why do you come to me for advice?"
"Varied……?"
Chen Kuang was stunned, but suddenly found that he was surrounded by the wind and snow, and the snow under his feet was covered with a layer of blood-red sticky liquid.
A huge wave of blood filled the sky and rushed towards him, shattering everything in front of him!
Pei Hanzheng and Xushishan were torn apart in an instant!
The wind and snow dissipated.
Chen Kuang blinked again, and the whole world changed in an instant. It turned out that he was still floating in the sea of blood. Countless scenes appeared and disappeared in the water, turning into bubbles one after another.
He saw a picture flash in one of the bubbles.
Pei Han was on Xushi Mountain when he caught a snowflake with his fingertips, engraved the "Song of Cutting Grass" on it, and then let it return to the sky and earth, falling down one after another.
Pei Han was at the end of his life when he sighed, "Let's go and find our own opportunity..."
This tiny snowflake, as time goes by, turns into wind, rain, dust, and morning dew, and no one ever notices it.
Finally, it turned back into an ordinary snowflake.
Two thousand three hundred years later.
This snowflake, mixed in the rough cold wind, swept across the endless battlefield and gently fell on the thirsty lips of a young soldier who was half buried in a pile of corpses.
The snowflake melted into a drop of water, mixed with the sweet and fishy blood, and was swallowed by the soldier.
The soldier's helmet was tilted, revealing his newly grown green scalp.
This is actually a monk!
Chen Kuang's pupils suddenly constricted.
Faintly, the soldier's familiar features overlapped with Huo Hengxuan's old face in his mind.
Huo Hengxuan actually obtained the "Song of Cutting Grass" in this way!
In other words, the end of this cause and effect is actually Chen Kuang himself!
“Boom——!”
In the sea of blood, there seemed to be the sound of whales roaring and thunder, as if the entire river of "time" was emitting sounds of joy and happiness.
Chen Kuang's mind moved, and the ancient killing sword was already in his hand and he held it.
The waves of the sea of blood receded to both sides, and the waves behind him pushed him forward again.
Not far in front of him, the mysterious scabbard was floating in the air, as if waiting for its owner.
Chen Kuang took a deep breath, flew forward, and grabbed the scabbard.
With the other hand holding the killing sword, he merged the two into one.
“Crack!”
Fits perfectly.
(End of this chapter)
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