After the filming of "The Legend of the Sword" ended, it should have been time for lunch, but the conference room was dead silent and no one had an appetite.
A normal person would not like tragedy, not to mention that they had witnessed the two of them all the way. Although Li Hua was a little mediocre, he did bring happiness to the sword immortal and made the peerless sword immortal a little more humane.
After a long time, someone finally spoke up: "Why did Li Hua stop the Sword Immortal from accepting the Heavenly Sword? Isn't it the Sword Immortal's duty as the sword inheritor?"
"The Heavenly Sword, also known as the Sword of Heavenly Dao, was born from the destiny of heaven and earth. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an immortal weapon. The Sword Immortal used his Nascent Soul cultivation to kill a Divine Being with the Heavenly Sword, which shows how powerful it is."
Lu Haochu, as always, displayed a rich knowledge base. As a person born in the orthodox Xuanmen Shangqing Palace, he could read many classics from the world of immortal cultivation.
It records this sword, the Heavenly Sword.
It is known as the king of all swords and the sect's treasure of the Tianjian Sect.
The man said again: "Isn't this great? With such a powerful weapon, the Sword Immortal can turn the tide."
"Haha, shooting a gun can make your hands hurt, let alone a unique magic sword." Lu Haochu smiled and picked up the remote control to turn off the projector.
"Only the Supreme Infinite Sword Intention can control the Heavenly Sword, and to comprehend the Supreme Infinite Sword Intention one must be completely ruthless and heartless. When she was six hundred years old, she comprehended the Supreme Infinite Sword Intention and overwhelmed the devil. She should have been completely ruthless. But in the end, she even went out of her way to see Li Hua. Such emotions are amazing."
"There are always some extraordinary geniuses in the world who can maintain their true hearts and control the Supreme Infinite Sword Intentions. But there must be a limit after all. It is highly likely that a Sword Immortal cannot withstand the Heavenly Sword. Besides, don't forget that Sword Immortals are at the Nascent Soul stage, and the Sword Masters of all generations are at least at the Divine Transformation stage."
"Okay, everyone, don't get too caught up in the drama. This is the autobiography of a great man. It's not the place for us ants who don't even have a golden elixir to comment on it."
Lu Haochu calmed down and left the meeting room. He still had a lot of work to do because of the things in Qidi. The company needed to maintain high-intensity operation for a period of time and be on guard against possible emergencies at all times.
The crazy people in the White Lotus Club treat crime as entertainment. When a riot occurs in one place, there will soon be a response in another place, as if they are saying hello.
Zhao Si also walked out of the meeting room and came to the cafeteria.
"Give me some wontons."
Suddenly I heard a voice next to my ear. I turned around and saw that the person queuing next to me was the swordsman from Qi State named Dong Yun.
The other person seemed to sense his gaze and turned to look at him.
Zhao Si said, "Hello."
Dong Yun just nodded in response, then picked up the bowl of wontons and sat down in a corner.
"What a weirdo." Zhao Si sighed. He had seen the other person eating wontons more than once, and it seemed like he could never get tired of it.
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"What a mortal heart."
Erye praised the music composed by Li Yi highly, and then immediately picked up the flute and played the music he had just heard perfectly.
I have to say that Erye does have some talent in playing the flute.
Li Yi closed his eyes and rocked the bamboo chair.
At noon, the second master obviously learned from Lily the song he had played before, and hurried over to pester him to listen. In order to deal with this old man, Li Yi had to play it again for him, and of course the reward was to play the flute for him for the whole afternoon.
The flute sounds soothing, with simplicity being its main melody, but beneath the simplicity lies a faint feeling of parting.
After Erye finished playing, he listened carefully for a long time and keenly noticed the rare bass at the end of the song. It was not the ending, but a faint sadness.
This is an imperfect song. The creator was influenced by himself and added his own personal opinions to the tone that should have been the most soothing, making it no longer pure.
"Xingguo, why is your song so sad at the end?"
Li Yi did not answer.
After waiting for a while, Erye picked up the flute and started playing it again. This time he played the "Asking the Sword at Tianque Mountain" which he never got tired of playing.
The melody is high-pitched and full of fighting, but it becomes gentle in the end, which is somewhat similar to the final sorrow in the hearts of mortals.
I didn’t notice it before, but now when I compare it with others, the more I taste it, the more it tastes unpleasant.
"This poem, Sword-asking, is also found in Tianque Mountain. Why?"
Li Yi opened his eyes slightly. He was no longer surprised by the talent of Erye Bole. He replied, "Because their endings were not good."
"Why is it not good?" Er Ye asked again. Normally, the stories played on the radio would go in one ear and out the other, but the stories coming out of the flute made him think about them day and night.
Li Yi leaned up slightly to avoid the sunlight, and said in a calm tone: "Because that was when I was refining my Qi and transforming it into a spirit."
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Tianque Mountain is ten thousand feet high, with a straight and steep peak like a giant sword holding up the sky.
On the sword-asking platform halfway up the mountain, countless spirit swords were broken, and one after another, disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect fell to the ground, collapsed on the ground powerlessly. Some were not killed, but they also lost their ability to move.
Looking past the countless disciples of the Sword Sect, along the winding mountain road, a young man in plain clothes was climbing up Tianque Mountain step by step.
His features were regular but not handsome, and he wore a blue and white Taoist robe, which was not a magical weapon but was made of the lowest quality coarse cloth. In his hand, he held an unopened iron sword, which had no spiritual light.
However, such an ordinary person almost defeated all the disciples of the Sword Sect.
At first, the disciples of the Sword Sect attacked one by one, then they formed a siege in groups of two or three, and later even dozens of people formed a sword formation together, but they still could not take down the mysterious man.
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