"Big Brother, you first learned swordplay in order to live up to the Sword Saint's expectations; later you practiced swordplay in order not to lose Cangya's reputation. These are other people's swords, so where is your own sword?"
Yin Biyue asked.
Jun Yu said, "I don't know."
In the eleventh year after Wei Jingfeng left, Jun Yu's practice entered a bottleneck period.
If one wants to cross the threshold of the Saint Realm, it is not surprising to make no progress in a hundred years of long pursuit. But if this happened to Jun Yu, it would be very strange.
He knew in his heart that this day would come eventually.
At dusk that day, the master was also here watching him practice sword.
"There is nothing more to teach you about this sword technique. But this is my sword, and it is time for you to have your own sword."
Otherwise, even if you study Taoism for your whole life, you will only be a craftsman and will never become a master. Jun Yu understood.
He thought about it for a long time, asking for his sword is to ask about his true heart. What is his true heart, and why does he practice Taoism?
******
The year Jun Yu came to Cangya, there was no Xihua Peak yet.
Everyone in the world knew that the Sword Saint Wei Jingfeng brought someone back from the gate of the academy. He was not a sweeping boy, but the first disciple to inherit his mantle.
From then on, a new peak opened up on the Cangya Mountain, named "Xihua".
Visitors came like carps crossing the river, but were all blocked outside the restrictions at the foot of the peak. Even the Grand Elder of Baopu Sect came in person, but was turned away.
It was widely rumored that the Sword Saint had figured out that he had a master-disciple relationship with a genius. Before the academy accepted him as a disciple, he took him in as a disciple. Hundreds of years later, another saint would appear in Cangya Mountain.
In fact, Wei Jingfeng had a drink in Louwailou that night, and while drinking he slammed the table and quarreled with the dean.
After the restaurant closed, I passed by the entrance of the school and saw a small creature squatting in the corner under the wall. I thought it was a cat or a dog.
As I got closer, I met a pair of alert eyes, and somehow the words just came out of my mouth.
At first he just wanted to... strike up a conversation.
But he always does things according to his heart, or to put it bluntly, he acts recklessly.
So what if he’s my first disciple? I’ll accept him if I like him.
Jun Yu was still young at that time and he only knew that there was no free food in the world.
If you eat Wei Jingfeng's food, you have to become Wei Jingfeng's apprentice.
He asked Wei Jingfeng, "What does a disciple have to do?"
The man obviously didn't understand what he meant. He raised his head arrogantly and said, "You are my disciple. You can do whatever you want. Who can stop you?!"
Jun Yu began to practice swordplay. It was always right for a disciple to inherit his master's legacy and carry forward his skills.
So he swung his sword sixty-three thousand times every day, without slacking for a single day, regardless of the season.
People always think that the disciple of a sword master is naturally a panacea, with endless benefits; the saint is by his side, giving him guidance with all his heart.
In fact, Wei Jingfeng only gave him two swords, one was an iron sword worth three taels of silver from the old Li family iron shop at the foot of the mountain, and the other was the world-famous "Chunshan Smile".
It's not that Wei Jingfeng didn't want to teach him, but... he didn't know how. The Sword Saint was the greatest sword genius in a thousand years, but his practice was almost intuitive and instinctive. When it comes to teaching by example, I'm afraid he's not as good as the teacher in the private school in Xiliang Town.
Most of the time, they are learning to speak together.
How to communicate so that each other can understand each other's meaning and avoid misunderstandings.
Jun Yu entered the state of concentration when he was young. Except for Wei Jingfeng, no one else had done that before.
But no one could have imagined that it would take two extraordinary geniuses twenty years to go from speaking completely unrelated words to making common progress to being able to express their ideas clearly.
This is truly a great blessing for the world of cultivation and is cause for celebration.
Wei Jingfeng was very happy and went down the mountain to travel.
Later, Liu Qishuang, Yan Xing, Yin Biyue and Duan Chongxuan appeared in Xihua Peak. These people came from different places and had very different personalities and pasts.
Jun Yu became the eldest senior brother.
He really wanted to teach his junior sisters and brothers how to practice, after all, this is what a senior brother should do. But he really didn't know how to teach.
So, the method he used was -
Have a fight.
"Even though we know we can't win, we still have to go ahead."
The tradition of Xihuafeng disciples studying on their own and being beaten continued in this way.
Yan Xing adapted the fastest, "If you feel upset, go and fight with the eldest brother."
Later, even Duan Chongxuan came to his senses and said, "It's better to be beaten more by my senior brothers on the mountain than to be beaten by others after I come down the mountain."
As a disciple, you should fulfill your duties; as a senior brother, you should fulfill your responsibilities.
As the Sword Master's first disciple, Jun Yu is generally recognized to be flawless, except for being a little protective of his shortcomings.
But he was still confused.
For teachers, friends, and sects, but what about for yourself? Why do you hold a sword?
Taoism is universal and is respected by the world. This is all very good.
But none of them were what he wanted.
****
The life-and-death battle with Yu Shi was the most difficult and brutal battle Jun Yu had ever experienced.
At that time, Cangya's life depended on him. He was seriously injured and could not stand it, but he could not retreat.
When no matter how strong the combat power is or how much comprehension one gains during a battle, they cannot make up for the realm gap, and when one is at the end of one's rope, an extremely powerful aura emanates from the sword.
Soar straight into the sky and cut off all the Taoist methods between heaven and earth.
'Spring Mountain Smiles' is brilliant and as bright as the sun.
It was a sword intent left by Wei Jingfeng, which was integrated into the rune when the sword was forged. There was also a trick on the rune.
No one expected that there would be any mystery behind 'Chun Shan Xiao'. It seemed that no one would assume that someone as free and easy as the Sword Saint would not have such meticulous thoughts.
Even Jun Yu didn't expect this.
I'm afraid Wei Jingfeng himself couldn't explain how he could have thought it through to such an extent at that time. After all, he was most afraid of trouble.
Before going to Meteorite Abyss, Jun Yu asked him, "When will you come back?"
He waved his hand in a self-righteous manner, "I don't know." He turned around and added, "Don't wait."
After thinking about it, he was still worried, so he left a note when he went to the school, with the two words "Don't come" written on it.
He thought this was the most troublesome thing he had ever done in his life.
Fortunately, Jun Yu would never go against his wishes.
Now he looked at the huge sword that pierced his waist and abdomen, and thought to himself with self-mockery that there was really no going back now.
If someone could look down from mid-air at this time, the scene would be truly horrifying. With Wei Jingfeng as the center, there were densely packed swords of various lengths, some broken and some incomplete. He also had many swords stuck in his body, and boiling blood was constantly pouring out from under his dark, coagulated blood-stained clothes.
Everyone will die, even saints.
No matter how condensed and powerful the true energy is, it will be exhausted; no matter how hot the blood is, it will flow dry; no matter how powerful the soul is, it will be weakened by time or fate.
The Sword Master died in the Sword Tomb, which was a worthy death.
He no longer felt any pain, but his head felt a little dizzy, as if he had been drunk the previous night and had been exposed to the cool breeze when he went out early in the morning. His body was also becoming lighter and lighter. He thought that he had brushed shoulders with death countless times in his life, and this was the most recent one.
Because I'm really going to die.
So many years of wind, frost, swords, and drinking and singing flashed before my eyes.
He didn't want to see the road or the world anymore, he wanted to go home.
As soon as the mind moves, the spirit's thoughts travel thousands of miles.
He followed the wind back to Cangya Mountain, and at the end of the sea of clouds was the lonely and tall Xihua Peak.
Jun Yu sat in the room polishing his sword with a focused look, just like he was when he was young.
He opened his mouth to say something, but what?
"When I first brought you back, you were not even as tall as my waist. In the blink of an eye, you have grown taller than me..."
Too fussy. Not cool at all.
"You are a master of Taoism and have a strong swordsmanship. It will only take time for you to become a saint. Don't be too aggressive and rush things..."
Isn't this nonsense?
"Don't put too much burden on yourself. Go down the mountain more often to have fun, drink some wine, and look at pretty girls. It's good for your physical and mental health..."
What a mess.
"Several disciples have their own predestined relationships, but I am most worried about you."
I can't say it.
He took two steps closer, until he could see the coldness in the man's eyes and brows. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the top of the man's head... Never mind, he was already so tall, so he might as well pat his shoulder.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the hand did not fall after all.
Jun Yu stood up and looked at the window frame that was blown open by the strong wind, frowning slightly.
The furnishings in the room remained the same as before, but he felt it was a little empty.
It was as if, in the instant just now, something had ceased to exist.
*******
That night Jun Yu had a dream.
He usually meditated and breathed at night, rarely slept, and even less dreamed. But tonight, for some reason, he felt a little distracted.
In the dream, when his sword skills were just beginning to mature, Wei Jingfeng came back from the foot of the mountain, looking dusty and with his hair slightly disheveled.
"This time when I went down the mountain, I forged two swords. I still remember the skills I had when I was young..." Wei Jingfeng's eyebrows lit up when he talked about sword forging. "This one is for you."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light illuminated the eyebrows.
For a moment, the green mountains and sea of clouds were bright and colorful.
"Do you like it? It's called 'Spring Mountain Smile'."
"like."
That person was standing in the distant past, with the fallen petals of spring falling all over his body, but he did not even reach out to brush them away.
Suddenly, his smile faded and his expression became serious.
"Take my sword, and never leave it."
When the dream wakes up, dawn will break.
Cold white snow drifted in through the half-open wooden window.
Jun Yu opened the door and walked out.
It seems that I have some understanding of the meaning of cultivation.
The leaden sky was vast and boundless, and the snow curtain fell all over the sky. The mountains, rivers, and trees on the edge of the sea were all white.
Another year has arrived with falling snow.
He practiced swordplay at Tianxin Cliff. His sword energy crushed the flying snow and his eyelashes were covered with frost.
Swing the sword sixty-three thousand times every day.
Over a long period of time, many people and things have changed.
But he is still waiting.
You are buried in the underworld with your bones worn away by the wind, while I am living in the human world with my head covered with snow.
The author has something to say: The last sentence is adapted from Bai Juyi's "Meng Weizhi". I really like this sentence "Take my sword and never leave it" from my friend Shuiqi~
This chapter was coded long ago and can be seamlessly connected to the Sword Saint extra chapter in Chapter 55~ Mo Fang, please put away your blade, Master will not die easily~~~
I updated 7,000 words tonight and went to bed contentedly~
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