Chapter 340 When the Moon Dominates the World
I don’t know how long it took.
When the old man woke up, he saw that everyone was lying on the straw couch in a crooked position and sleeping.
Only Yun Chen was still sitting next to the big knife, frowning and hugging his arms, looking like he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
In fact, everyone knew that she urgently needed a new weapon.
However, the sword was too heavy and not something she was good at using, so she didn't have high hopes and gradually gave up.
Huo Gannian stayed with her until the end, and in the second half of the night, he fell asleep while they were talking.
In the end, Yun Chen was the only one left staring at the knife, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Your energy is quite similar to Jiang Ming's." The old man spoke, awakening Yun Chen's thoughts.
She jumped down from the stone platform, "Senior, you woke up so early? It's still a long way to go before dawn!"
"I'm old, and I don't sleep much." The old man smiled. "Have you figured out how to hold the knife?"
Yun Chen scratched his head embarrassedly, "Not yet. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Senior. I really can't imagine anyone being able to fight with a weapon like this. What kind of profound martial arts skills must be required to wield it!"
As if Yun Chen’s words brought back memories, the old man took two steps closer to the stone platform and looked up at the big knife.
Thinking of the heroic appearance of the man holding the knife in the past, the old man couldn't help but frown, and his eyes were warm as if they were coated with warm light.
Because he was so absorbed in his memories, the old man stood too close to a brazier and didn't realize that a strand of his hair had fallen into the brazier and was burning.
It was Yun Chen who discovered it first. He let out a slight cry of surprise, rushed over, and cut off the burning hair with the half-broken Blood-Drinking Sword, saving the old man from being burned.
"It's okay. If it really catches fire, I'll just jump into the snow. There's plenty of snow here," said the old man.
Yun Chen looked at the brazier with lingering fear.
Although there was snow outside the door that could be used to put out the fire, judging from what happened just now, the old man's hair would be burned before he even left the house, and his body would also be injured.
Looking at the old man's wild and messy hair, which was as tangled as a tumbleweed and almost dragged on the ground, like a gray blanket draped over his head, Yun Chen said:
"Senior, how about I help you comb your hair? Maybe it will be much more convenient?"
"Okay." The old man did not refuse and sat down by the fire.
Yun Chen dug out a comb, a washbasin and a bronze mirror from a dusty stone room.
He didn't have any other thoughts, he just couldn't bear to watch it and felt a little distressed. Yun Chen wet the towel and slowly wet the old man's hair.
But Yun Chen was still careless.
After wetting it, it was time to comb his hair. Looking at the messy hair that hadn't been combed in over a decade, Yun Chen had no idea where to start.
She picked out a relatively smooth strand and combed it like untangling a ball of wool.
The old man smiled and said, "Girl, my hair is not easy to comb. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay." Yun Chen pulled out two shriveled, completely dried moths from the old man's hair...
The moth had probably been trapped inside for years and shattered at the slightest touch.
She said helplessly: "Senior, there is a nest of moths in your hair. Are they your pets..."
"Haha..." The old man was amused by Yun Chen, "It shouldn't be. Poor moths, following me back and forth in the wind and snow every day, they suffer a lot!"
Yun Chen threw the moth fragments into the furnace, clasped his hands together and said in silence:
"Go ahead, even if it means dying, it's still your destiny."
The old man laughed out loud:
"I really can't imagine what it would be like for Jiang Ming, a man of few words, to be with you all day long, hahahaha..."
Yun Chen couldn't help but curl his lips when he thought of the time he spent with his master.
With a soft sigh, the old man couldn't help but sigh:
"The world is unpredictable. Jiang Ming probably didn't expect to have such a good disciple like you."
Without waiting for Yun Chen to speak, the old man continued, "You have a stubborn personality, and this is more like your father."
Yun Chen was surprised: "Senior also knows my father?"
"More than that. Your father used to keep my horse, a fierce tribute from the Western Regions, and it was impossible to tame it. Your father was stubborn, so he lived in the stable with the horse, eating and sleeping with him. He endured it for half a month and finally tamed the horse."
Yun Chen laughed. It really sounded like something Yun Zhongjun would do.
Then she caught the details in the old man's words and became curious. She wondered who the old man in front of her was. Had Yun Zhongjun ever fed horses for him?
But Yun Zhongjun used to be the Sima official of the 18th Army of Beili in the previous dynasty, directly under the Eighth Prince. Could it be that the old man was a member of the royal family of the previous dynasty?
It seemed that he had gotten a glimpse of the old man's identity secret, but Yun Chen didn't want to speak rashly.
No matter what happened to the 18th Army of Beili, no matter how arrogant the imperial power was, it is now the lonely guardian of the light on Mount Paektu.
The past is past, why bring it up to disturb others?
Guessing Yun Chen's thoughts, the old man sighed again, "You are a good child."
Then he looked at the big knife on the stone platform and fell into memories again.
He asked Yun Chen, "'When will the mountains turn to seas, the earth bear rain, the snow turn to gold, and the desert and forest resemble the Milky Way?' If you can answer this question, I will tell you how to get the knife."
Yun Chen was stunned for a moment and hesitated.
In the corner of the hall, which neither of them noticed, Bu Yan, who had been sleeping on the straw couch, quietly opened his eyes a little and pricked up his ears.
Yun Chen hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"The moon governs the universe and time."
After the five words were spoken, the old man turned around suddenly and looked at Yun Chen in surprise, as if he had never thought that anyone could answer this question.
He took two quick steps to the stone tablet.
The snow on most of the stone tablet has been brushed off, and the problem has been revealed.
But right below the question was the answer, still covered in snow, looking untouched. This was Ye Yan's masterpiece during the day.
The old man gently pushed aside the snow at the bottom of the stone tablet, and five small words "The Moon Rules the Heaven and Earth" appeared before his eyes.
He looked at the five words quietly for a long time, then walked back to the hall and looked directly at Yun Chen:
"Excellent answer, word for word."
Yun Chen didn't show any particularly happy reaction.
However, Bu Yan, who was eavesdropping on the straw couch, gritted his teeth excitedly, and in his mind he "danced and punched" at the air, thinking to himself, "I told you! You have to answer the question! I am telling the truth!" Then he fell asleep contentedly.
The old man walked towards the stone platform and carefully stroked the blade, all the way to the junction of the handle and the blade.
Like a magic trick, with a slight click, countless fine lines suddenly appeared on the blade. Amidst a rapid and sharp sound of blade friction, the sword suddenly shrank and retracted, and instantly folded into the shape of a long sword.
Yun Chen was stunned by this change.
Huo Gannian was right. This knife has a mechanism! It can actually fold into a sword!
The old man said to Yun Chen, "Try again to see if you can lift it. Use your 'Qi' to lift it, don't just use brute force. The sword has a sword spirit. From now on, whenever you hold this sword, remember to yourself, 'Qi can control the spirit, and sword energy can follow you.'"
Yun Chen was almost certain that the old man before him must have been a martial arts master! Otherwise, how could he tell at a glance that she practiced "Qi" without revealing any of her moves?
She jumped onto the stone platform again and grasped the hilt of the knife again - no, the hilt of the sword.
Reciting the old man's teachings in her mind, she gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and lifted it up with force.
She had never expected the sword to suddenly become so light. She exerted force suddenly, and the sword flew up, almost causing her to fall flat on her face.
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