What have you been doing all these years? This question is easy to answer.
But Wei Jingfeng thought of more than just the past hundred years. He thought of the big locust tree beside Xihe Village, the joy of life in Chunxiu Tower, the heavy snow in Yunyang City, and the clouds and wind on Cangya Mountain.
Enemies killed with the sword, disciples accepted as disciples.
Finally he answered, "A hundred years ago, Li Tugen calculated that the Meteorite Abyss would begin to expand rapidly, so I went down to take a look."
"What's there...?"
Yin Biyue still remembered that in Xingshan Temple, he and Senior Brother Luo broke into the Buddhist hall that trapped the temple. In Senior Brother Luo's illusion, there was the bottom of the meteorite abyss.
The Sword Master said calmly, "It's a monster. A monster that never stops reproducing."
"Is there any way to get rid of them?"
Yin Biyue's heart sank. He had only seen monsters in books. Unlike the demon cultivators who still had human minds, low-level monsters only knew how to devour the flesh and blood of living things, and they were painless and insensitive.
"No. After the great war between Taoism and demons, too many people died, the balance between life and death between heaven and earth was broken, and then there was a natural disaster. Fire flowed from the sky, the earth cracked, and the evil energy accumulated in the abyss, giving birth to demons." The Sword Saint put down his sword, "A million years have passed, and it has become a climate. When the demons are hungry to a certain extent, they will come out to look for food. Even if Mo Changyuan hadn't reincarnated, they would have come out soon."
"So Master is going to exorcise the demon?"
"If you kill those things, they will grow back again. It's just treating the symptoms but not the root cause."
My guess was confirmed. The master was indeed doing something big, even though few people knew about it.
If the Sword Master had not entered the abyss time and again during the past hundred years, the world would have been in chaos long ago.
Wei Jingfeng seemed to have guessed what his disciple was thinking, and stood up and walked out of the cabin, "They say that if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up."
He stood at the bow, with heavy rain pouring down on the river and the wind and waves raging, "But who in the world is taller than me?"
Wei Jingfeng never thought that he was a good person. He had killed countless people with his sword and was recognized as unreasonable. He also believed that he had no awareness of "living and dying for the benefit of the world". If possible, he would rather sleep and drink every day and watch Jun Yu practice swordsmanship.
But when things come and they are forced upon him, and others cannot do it, he will do it, as it is natural.
"Li Tugen calculated the location of the sword tomb left behind during the great war between Taoism and Demonism. The earth veins and the Meteorite Abyss counteract each other. If I go down and draw out the sword energy inside, I can seal half of the abyss."
"Is there really a sword tomb?"
Yin Biyue had always thought that the sword tomb only existed in legends. Thousands of righteous monks died in the war, their bodies corroded by the devil's breath, and only the swords were left. There was no place to bury the bones, but the swords could be buried. Later, it was not that no one wanted to try their luck to find a magic weapon, but after a million years, no one had found it.
"Yes, but there is a formation on it, left over from the Age of Saints, and it still has 70% of its power. An average person going there wouldn't be able to break the formation, let alone figure out its location."
"How long will Master be gone?"
"It's hard to say. I'll be back when I'm done."
Yin Bi felt more and more that she was so useless.
The moment I heard this, my eyes actually became sore. For the Sword Master to say that he didn't know when he would be back, one could imagine how dangerous it was.
The Sword Saint scolded, "You two are all crying and whining, what a disgrace! Go learn from your elder brother! I am going to do some work, not to die! The third brother is worse than you, and he even said he wanted to go with me. What can he do there? Are you looking for death and causing trouble?!"
Yin Biyue took a deep breath, "Master, we are waiting for you in Cangya."
Such a major event that determines the future direction of the world can only be undertaken by the Sword Master alone. Because he stands too high, there is not even a single person who can match him.
It's too cruel and too unfair.
But has anything in this world ever been fair?
The invisible barrier suddenly disappeared, and the torrential wind and rain came crashing down, with the cold wind penetrating deep into the bone marrow.
Wei Jingfeng stood alone at the bow, his wide sleeves fluttering in the river breeze. He raised his hand with a sense of pride, "What kind of person am I! My heart can hold the world!"
He lowered his head again, his expression suddenly somewhat lonely, "But the world cannot accommodate me."
The Sword Master had always been happy to take revenge, and he came to this world to open the prelude to the Age of Stars, with great fanfare. When he was leaving, he could not leave in disgrace.
He destroyed thousands of buildings in Xingshan Temple and went to hold Pu Zong and severely injured the remaining sage. These two events shocked the world. The hatred was cleared, but the fetters remained.
He picked up the sword in his hand and looked down at it.
'Chun Shan Xiao' and 'Qiu Feng Li' have been a pair of swords since the day they were forged.
But people are in the autumn wind, and I have no control over gathering and separation.
Yin Biyue stood behind his master and heard the usual slightly unfocused voice rising and falling in the river breeze, "Old Fourth, I didn't teach you much. If I leave this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to crown you in time."
The capping ceremony for practitioners is always presided over by the elders of the sect. It is a recognition of the disciples' growth and also a blessing for their future spiritual practice.
The Sword Master turned around, with an ebony crown in his hand, "You may not be old enough, but it's time for you now."
It's time to grow up and take responsibility, and it's time to face the storm.
Yin Biyue knelt down, leaned forward and kowtowed. The Sword Saint gathered his white hair and put it into his crown, his movements were still a little clumsy.
Yin Biyue adjusted his crown, stood up and performed the disciple's etiquette, and that was the end of the ceremony.
There were no congratulatory speeches, no applause, no spectators. There was only a lonely boat in the rainy night and huge waves floating in the sky.
The sword master looked at him and smiled, then turned around with the sword in hand.
Yin Biyue called out "Master".
The boat shook violently for a moment, and Wei Jingfeng flicked his sleeves and walked away on the river.
The river roared and hit the mountains and rocks, but it dared not wet his clothes.
The river wind was sobbing, as if seeing him off.
Don’t say that the wind and waves on the river are bad, there are other difficulties in the world.
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In Yunyang City, dark clouds covered the moon and the autumn wind was killing people.
The courtyard was empty. The dean stood on the eaves of the library, looking at the school which was as big as a city and had flickering lights.
He seemed to understand why Wei Jingfeng liked to stand here. The scenery was really unique.
But it is also very cold, because you look down on the world, and it is lonely at the top.
He said to Yin Biyue, "Maybe Wei Jingfeng is right. Let's give it a try."
Try to fight against the heavens, break the situation and change your fate.
But it takes time to try. Yin Bi needs more time to grow. Even if he has grown very fast, looking back over thousands of years, how can there be a younger person who has reached the Hinayana realm?
But for today's world, it's still not fast enough.
So Wei Jingfeng went to buy him some time.
The dean had always disagreed with this matter. Or rather, this was the real disagreement between him and the Sword Saint.
But Wei Jingfeng would not change his mind. Rather than saying that he believed in Yin Biyue, it would be better to say that he believed in his own judgment and stuck to the principles in his heart.
“No one can decide the life of another person, not even the heavens or the saints.”
Wei Jingfeng said this when he wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan.
The dean looked up, wanting to see the bright ice-blue star, but his eyes were blurry, and the sky in his field of vision was blurry.
He murmured, "I'm really old..."
Jun Yu was practicing swordplay on the edge of the cliff, still practicing the Xiao Chong Shan Sword Technique. Without true energy, the sword light could cut through the night.
I swing my sword 63,000 times every day, and it has been like this since the day I entered the sect. In March, the mountains are like smiling spring, and in October, the mountains are like shepherds in autumn.
Cold and hot, spring and autumn, a lone wild goose flying in the wind. A long time ago, this place was not called Xihua Peak, there were only him and his master.
He was not very good at communicating with others, and the Sword Master was not very good at speaking at that time, so the two of them could practice swordplay for a whole day.
The clouds on Tianxin Cliff were vast, just like the heavy snow in Yunyang City that night. He huddled in the corner of the street and was met by a young man wearing a fox fur coat and holding a sky-blue umbrella. From then on, he was called Jun Yu.
That happened so long ago, but now it seems like it was just yesterday.
Yan Xing was still in Chunxiu Tower. He was lying on the table with wine jars broken into pieces on the floor.
Chunxiu Tower had not been open for half a month recently, and he was the only customer. Miss Luhua was flipping through the account book casually without saying a word.
"The sad sword chapter, the years of detention."
Yan Xing thought at the time, who is so mean that he doesn’t run away at this time? Just wait to get beaten up together with him.
With bloodshot eyes, he saw the young man sitting by the window.
Of course the Sword Master didn't get beaten, he even beat others away for him.
At that time, Luhua was not yet a girl, but a little girl in her teens. She hid timidly behind the counter and watched them fight with others.
Now, the wind and rain are raging outside the window, and the light inside is dim. A hoarse singing voice rings out, "Heroes, don't ask about the way home, the wind and snow send you off, I climb the tower with a sword, and I persuade you to drink to relieve your sorrow of separation."
There is no harmony of zither and qin, only the faint sound echoes in Chunxiu Tower.
Yan Xing stood up, pushed the door open and walked into the wind and rain. He finally sobered up after being drunk for half a month. He walked towards Cangya Mountain alone.
That night, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in East Land changed dramatically, and many people seemed to sense it.
In the Sutra Library of Jiekong Temple, Wuwang closed his eyes and chanted "Amitabha."
In the bamboo building on Qinglu Mountain, Zhou Yuandao was looking at his sword under the lamp.
In the magnificent hall of the Northern Palace, Duan Sheng'an hesitated rarely in his life. He looked at his son and seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
At the bottom of the cliff of Hengduan Mountain, Yu Shi was covered in blood. He looked up at the eastern sky and laughed heart-wrenchingly.
None of this has anything to do with Yin Biyue.
He sailed against the current, cutting through the waves and the wind, and landed on the river bank. He crossed the wasteland he had come from, heading for Cangya.
Donglu has never been peaceful. He traveled alone and encountered countless murderers and treasure robbers.
He would kill anyone who wanted to kill him. He fought his way out of the wilderness and even met the people of the Zodiac several times. Between life and death, there are often great insights.
Soon, everyone in the entire East Land knew that a young man with white hair and cold eyes had appeared on the wasteland. He used righteous swordsmanship, and his heart was as cold and hard as ice, and he would leave no one alive under his sword.
Yin Biyue didn't care about the rumors that were becoming more and more outrageous. He only knew that he had to go back to Cangya.
He just wants to go back to Cangya now.
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