The sword whistle at the South Continent seashore was not very loud, not even as loud as the surging sea tide. But when it sounded, every cultivator living in this world who had reached a high enough level of cultivation heard it, or felt it.
After being caged for too long, the pearl has been covered in dust. Once it is unsheathed, it will show its sharp edge and eliminate all injustice in the world.
The true immortal spirit is the limit that practitioners can imagine, and the Linyuan Sword is the most worthy of the title of the world's number one magic weapon. Many people originally thought that Wei Jingfeng's sword skills were unparalleled, partly because of this sword. That's why there is a saying that "those who get Linyuan get the true meaning of swordsmanship and the world." However, the sword master acted recklessly and recast the magic weapon as he said, which made people sigh and envy Jun Yu's good luck.
But now, the truth is unexpected.
On the Xihua Peak of Cangya Mountain, Jun Yu was sitting at the table polishing his sword, without any confusion or doubt. Before the Sword Saint took Yin Biyue away from Cangya, he had been living in his courtyard. They talked a lot the night before they left, mainly Wei Jingfeng talked, Jun Yu listened, and believed.
"It lives up to its reputation, the Linyuan Sword..."
Yu Shi stood on the top of Hengduan Mountain, with the mountain wind blowing light snow. Neither the night nor the wind and snow could obstruct his vision. If he wanted, he could see very far.
There was no longer a trace of doubt in his heart. Chun Shanxiao and Qiu Fengli were indeed a cover. Wei Jingfeng did not use the sword, but gave it to his apprentice. No matter what the reason was, this was a stupid move. He thought indifferently, what a pity, the magic weapon should be obtained by those who are capable, but he broke it and then rebuilt it, destroyed the way and rebuilt it, and there was a demonic breath in his body, so he could no longer use this sword.
The Linyuan Sword can kill evil and demons, and is naturally able to restrain demonic techniques.
He flicked his sleeves and appeared in the back mountain, standing outside the old ancestral hall with his hands behind his back.
The candlelight flickered in the ancestral hall, casting a shadow on the paper window.
"Have you reflected on your mistakes clearly?" Yu Shi asked in a deep voice.
The person in the window didn't answer.
Since the battle at Hengduan Mountain, Lin Yuangui has never left the ancestral hall again. He is in solitary confinement, even his fellow disciples who come to visit him will be punished by the elders of the Zhijie Hall.
"The sect has raised and nurtured you, and the favor is as great as a mountain. Now that the situation has been decided, I do not ask you to repay me by cutting your flesh and bones, but just do one more thing for the sect. After the task is completed, the past will be forgiven, and I will also give you the Linyuan Sword. If your master knew about this, he would definitely be very pleased."
Lin Yuangui didn't say anything, and this silence was considered a compromise in Yu Shi's eyes.
"Come out when you've made up your mind." Yu Shi waved his sleeves, and the doors and windows of the ancestral hall shook slightly, smoke and debris splashed, and sharp cracking sounds rang out one after another. It was the sound of the ban being broken.
Lin Yuangui walked out slowly from the smoke and dust, his shirt tattered and his expression as stern as usual.
Yu Shi thought with satisfaction, it should be so. Which sword cultivator could refuse the Linyuan Sword?
At the bamboo sea of Qinglu Sword School, Yan Xing's mind was slightly moved, "Did you hear it? The sound of the sword."
Song Tang frowned, "What kind of sword is this?"
Yan Xing smiled, "It's a bit familiar, 'Minor grievances in the heart can be eliminated with wine, but the great grievances in the world can only be eliminated with a sword.' It sounds like Master, but he is not Master."
Song Tang was a little worried about him, "Sword Saint will be fine."
There was no snow in Donglu tonight. It seemed that the dust particles refracted the light, and the night sky was glowing with an eerie red light.
The broken moon in the dark clouds illuminates the silent abyss.
If you look at it from the sky, it looks like a scar that tears half of the East Continent apart. It starts from the foot of Tongtian Snow Peak in the east, stretches across the snowfield, and then splits into two branches, like branches growing out of a tree, one to the south and one to the north.
The southern branch, near the Minchuan River, now only has a thin line left. In late autumn, when the frost falls, the sword saint seals the abyss, and the spiritual energy of the entire East Land changes dramatically. The sword energy rises to the sky, and the earth shakes unsteadily. Only then can the world truly see how powerful the saint is. As long as he is willing, he can change the world and move mountains and fill the sea.
Inevitably, the price was high. Apart from the Xihua Peak lineage, almost no one believed that the Sword Saint could come back.
At this time, two people were standing on the edge of the cliff in the snowy plain. Because their cultivation techniques came from the same source, the strange look between their eyebrows and eyes was somewhat similar.
This is the starting point of the abyss. Even though the cold wind is howling on the snowfield, you can't hear a trace of wind when standing on the edge of the cliff. The silence is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
When the sword whistled, Rong Zhuo laughed, "I met the current owner of this sword in Hengduan Mountain."
Yu Zhanmei stared at Yunxingyuan, "How powerful do you think the Linyuan Sword can be in his hands?"
Rong Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Sixty percent."
Just then, a man in black robe appeared beside him silently and whispered a few words without avoiding Yu Zhanmei.
The news was bad, but Rong Zhuo seemed to be in a good mood after hearing it.
"If you can't kill him, don't go any further. Why bother sending him up to test the sword? Wait for the two of them to come."
The man moved like a ghost, and after a flash of his shadow, he retreated silently.
Yu Zhanmei said coldly, "Sixty percent is already a lot. Why don't you take action? Are you waiting for that kid to become a god or a saint?"
Rong Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Palace Master, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you talk about cooperation first?"
Yu Zhanmei didn't know what he was planning for the two, so she didn't ask any more questions. "If it's a collaboration, I think we should at least be honest."
It was a cooperation between the two parties rather than one party surrendering to the emperor. Rong Zhuo's sincerity towards Yu Zhanmei was obviously higher than that of every other palace master. And in the conversation at the edge of the abyss tonight, no one called himself "this seat".
"What does the Palace Master want to know?"
"During the battle at Xiling Mountain, Yu Shi helped you fake the death of an incarnation. You waited until the Sword Master passed away before showing up. Where were you during this nearly one hundred years?"
Rong Zhuozhen answered, "In the Northern Imperial Capital, I used a meridian-locking needle to pierce my six acupoints and sealed off my demonic aura. I lived like an ordinary person for twenty years, passed the imperial examination to work for the imperial palace, and became a disciple of a beastmaster in the Concentration Realm, learning how to form a bond with strange beasts."
"You studied the bond between alien beasts just to find a way to bond with the monsters at the bottom of the meteorite abyss?" Yu Zhanmei asked, "If that's all, why would you go there in person? Not to mention that the 'Winter Change' in the North Continent has nothing to do with you."
Rong Zhuo did not deny it. "During the Beilu trip, I met the wise king Duan Shengyu and lent him a helping hand. Unfortunately, he was too stupid and impatient. He had to lead his army into the imperial capital before Duan Sheng'an died... Yu Shi wants the West and Central Continents, and I want the East and South Continents. If the Palace Master helps me, Tianluo Jiuzhuan and the East Continent will be divided equally between you and me."
Yu Zhan's eyebrows fell, and he was slightly surprised that Rong Zhuo was so unrestrained, but his words were as cold as before, "Don't you think the situation is settled? Why are you willing to give me a share?"
Rong Zhuo looked to the west, "That old man in my life may not be able to defeat Cangya Mountain."
"He is a sub-saint. The strongest disciple of the Sword Saint is no more than a Mahayana."
"The Sword Saint's disciples are the best at fighting across borders and defeating the strong with the weak, not to mention there are more than one of them. Among the 'Baopu Seven Sons', there is only one who can stand up to the challenge, Lin Yuangui." His next sentence made Yu Zhanmei's expression slightly moved, "I heard that you know the Sword Saint's second disciple? On the Floating Sea, if she hadn't rescued Duan Sheng'an's son, Beilu would have changed hands by now."
Jade raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you want me to do? Just tell me."
"I dare not trouble you with other matters. I have made all the arrangements. I only ask you to go to Cangya Mountain."
Yu Zhanmei remained silent. After a while, she opened her mouth and said,
"Once it's done, the world is so big, you can take as much as you can. I only want the Golden Palace and Tianluo Jiuzhuan."
"no problem."
"Why should I trust you?"
Rong Zhuo smiled, and drops of dark red blood fell along his pale fingertips and landed on the white snow at the edge of the cliff.
"Pah." Because of the silence on the cliff, the slight sound was particularly obvious. A strange red light shot up into the sky, and the bloodstains disappeared in an instant.
He said, "Come and take the blood oath."
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Yin Biyue sheathed his sword, and he and Luo Mingchuan bowed in the direction Wuwang had left.
They continued forward along the empty long street. The snow on the ground was stirred up by the lingering sword energy and flew in the wind.
Yin Biyue was stunned and said, "I misunderstood the master at first."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Me too."
The Buddhist method of meditation was also used by Le Guan when he was trapped in the Buddhist temple. He felt slightly angry when he saw it, and he did not hesitate to use the strongest Tianluo Jiuzhuan.
After easily breaking through the realm, I realized that Wuwang had no ill intentions.
'Buddha and devil are just a thought away' does not persuade him to turn back, but tells him that 'Nine Turns of Heaven' is indeed a magic skill, but if practiced well, it is also Buddhism.
Becoming a Buddha or a demon has nothing to do with any technique; it all depends on one’s heart.
"Brother, where were you in the state of meditation just now?"
"You and I are separated by two realms. I faced off against Master Wuwang and broke through the realm. Then I talked to the master and watched you break through the realm."
The more Yin Bi thought about how hard it was to chop with the sword, the more his senior brother could break through with just one palm. It was really frustrating to compare with others. Then he realized something and asked tentatively, "So you saw and heard everything?"
"What did you hear?"
"……nothing."
Luo Mingchuan's expression remained unchanged, as calm as ever, "Junior brother said that he likes me and wants to be with me. Is that what he said? Of course I heard it clearly."
Yin Biyue thought he was extremely handsome at the time, but he could never be handsome for more than three seconds. Moreover, he was being teased by Luo Mingchuan seriously. His face immediately became hot, and he changed the subject, "What did the master talk to you about?"
"The master said that when Guan was alive, he broke the barrier between spiritual cultivation and martial cultivation, and then he went from Buddha to magic, so he can be said to be proficient in all methods. Before Mo Changyuan practiced magic, he had already learned from hundreds of schools. Therefore, if I want to understand the Nine Turns of Tianluo, reading some Buddhist scriptures will be of great benefit."
Luo Mingchuan took out a thread-bound book, and Yin Biyue looked down. "The Miscellaneous Āgama Sutra."
He recalled a story he had heard from the Buddhist scriptures when he played chess with Jinghai in Xingshan Temple, and he could not help but sigh. They read the same Buddhist scriptures, but practiced different Buddhist teachings.
Or maybe the Dharma is the same, but everyone chooses differently.
"The master also said that Junior Brother has wisdom and if he doesn't want to practice swordsmanship anymore, he can go to Jiekong Temple to practice Buddhism."
"Once the matter in East Land is settled, I will naturally go to Jiekong Temple and express my gratitude in person."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "Junior brother, you can study Buddhism, but you can't become a monk."
Yin Biyue lowered his head and said, "You and I are already a couple, and all we need is a marriage certificate. Which Buddhist temple would accept someone like me who is not pure in six senses?"
He found that his brother was relaxed and in a good mood, which showed that he had gained some enlightenment from talking to him. Well, as long as his brother was in a good mood, what would happen if he joked a little more?
Outside the city is the coast, with waves washing over the rocks, echoing continuously.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly stopped and took Yin Biyue's hand, "Junior brother, let's go."
Unprepared, his feet suddenly felt empty, and Yin Biyue subconsciously grabbed the person next to him, but the whistling cold wind only lasted for a moment.
In an instant, they were already high in the sky.
Without the layers of thick clouds covering them, the stars are exceptionally bright, as if they are within reach.
"Brother can actually ride on clouds. When did this happen?"
"Just now."
Yin Biyue did not ask any more questions. He remembered what his master said, that there was no need to make hand gestures, as long as he had the state of mind to leave, he could leave at any time.
He sighed, "My master used to take me flying, and now my senior brother takes me flying. When will I be able to fly by myself?"
Luo Mingchuan resisted the urge to pull him into his arms and rub him, and said with a smile, "Very soon."
Passing through the vast night fog, the magnificent sea surface flies backwards under your feet.
They rode the wind and rushed towards the unknown future.
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