The winter plum blossoms float on the jade, the night is as cool as washing, the plum blossoms drift in the wind, and the scattered petals brush against the bookcases in the courtyard.
"The frosty moon shines on the windows of Confucian scholars, and the beautiful shadows and books are fragrant; the sword is not rust, but the shadow of a dancing rainbow grows."
The ink on the calligraphy on the desk is still wet, and the blue and white figure standing in front of the desk is chanting a poem and hanging the brush back on the pen holder.
Raising her head and glancing at the moonlight, Ji Wuxia stretched out casually, then used her kung fu to dry the ink, closed the calligraphy and put it away. This was her special preparation for the Sword Review of the Sea of Swords.
The ancients said: Literary men despise each other, while military men attach great importance to each other. Literary men are not first, but military men are not second.
Although Jianhai is a new organization in the sword world, it is not without resources and background. It uses sword reviews, sword discussions, and sword forging to recruit casual sword practitioners. This is a method, and a very good method.
The world of casual cultivators is different from those of the three sects. They do not have the guidance of seniors and experts and cannot study systematically. However, they can find new ways to improve themselves by seeking and understanding the lessons learned by others. This kind of spirit is worthy of praise.
Just like Lun Jian Hai, although Ou Ye Shenqi is a disciple of Kaiwu Tiangong, Kaiwu Tiangong himself is extremely low-key and does not care about his reputation outside the casting world.
Under this premise, it is extremely difficult for Ou Ye Shenqi to still use his casting skills and connections to contribute to the construction of this organization.
Taking advantage of the sword marks left by Lin Chongyang in the past as a rallying cry and the purpose of selecting and ranking swordsmanship, whether it is a foundation or a gimmick, it is enough.
Even experts in the sword world who are not interested in fame and fortune will participate, because this is an opportunity, whether it is to observe the sword marks left by them, or to prove their own way by using other people's swords.
And the vast majority of grassroots swordsmen, whether they are there to watch the excitement or want to gain some knowledge, will not let this opportunity go.
As long as the reputation is established in this first session, future development will be easy.
This sword review meeting not only takes into account both upper-level swordsmen and lower-level swordsmen, but to a certain extent, it also provides a platform for regular communication among many swordsmen.
Ji Wuxia can predict that the sword appraisal meeting ten years from now will be very exciting. Different sword principles collide with each other and burst out sparks of inspiration. The grassroots swordsmen may not understand it, but for those of their level, For people, the benefits are far greater than those of seclusion and asceticism.
Under the moonlight, the sheathed Tairuoshan sword stood in the courtyard, seemingly isolated from the world.
In front of the basin stand next to the desk, after washing off the ink stains on his hands, Ji Wuxia picked up the wine bag from the desk and looked outside the courtyard.
Suddenly, the breeze carried the fragrance, from far to near, from vague to clear, and accompanied by a cold voice, drifted into the courtyard:
"The mountains are bright, the forest is bright, the dawn bells are ringing, and the sound of praising Confucianism cannot be concealed by the faintness. I live in a lonely place and the things are vast, and there is nothing to do in the dust."
When Lin Chongyang returned to Defeng Ancient Road, it was still early morning, but when he returned to his residence, the bright moon was already high.
The two senior brothers chatted almost from noon to evening, re-arranging the matters that needed to be adjusted and prepared in advance in view of the situation after a trouble was solved by Lin Chongyang.
The positioning of Confucianism has always been different from that of Buddhism and Taoism, so it naturally requires more thought.
The deep golden eyes met the elegant blue eyes. The years were silent and the time was silent. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. In the silent courtyard, there was only the sound of falling flowers.
The next moment, a white wine bag was thrown over.
Lin Chongyang rarely drank alcohol because he couldn't taste the sweetness in it. He only felt that the taste was very bitter and difficult to describe.
But at this moment, he did not refuse. After taking the wine bag, he pulled out the cork, raised it and took a sip.
At their level, there is not much difference between wine, tea, and water. Only the heart of the person involved can decide everything.
Walking to the stone table in the courtyard and sitting down, Lin Chongyang sipped wine, Ji Wuxia just looked at him, neither of them said a word.
Allowing his taste buds to be filled with bitterness, Lin Chongyang faced the heaviness buried deep in his heart and the flashes of swords and swords in the past years, and was filled with emotion for a while.
Birth, old age, illness and death, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, failure to seek, the five yins are raging, and the eight sufferings of reincarnation in the world make a touch of fatigue cover the original coldness and appear between the eyebrows.
"Hoo~"
With a breath of turbid breath, Lin Chongyang handed the wine bag back, and the pretense on the surface also disappeared.
"How long has it been since you rested?"
Gently shaking the wine bag that was handed back, Ji Wuxia looked into those deep golden eyes and asked.
The last time I saw him like this was in another time and space. At that time, his whole body was spinning, running for the common people all the time.
She also invited him to get drunk together as she did just now, but they couldn't get drunk and they didn't dare to get drunk.
Lin Chongyang didn't hold on any longer, he relaxed and replied softly: "It's just a day."
"It's not like that." The beautiful woman smiled half-heartedly, raised her wine bag and took a sip.
"At this moment, it's just a day, but the experience of this day is more complicated."
Calculating the time from the time he arranged for Fu Zixi to meet Yuli Jing to the present moment, it was exactly twelve hours.
Although he had "renovated" in Xiwulin for three days before this, he had already forgotten about it in the subsequent busy work, or he should say that it was fortunate that he had rested in advance.
After calming down at this moment, looking back on the experience of this day, I can only describe it as if it was like a lifetime ago.
Ji Wuxia sighed softly: "It can be seen that there are more gray hairs than before."
The streak of snow-white in the hanging red hair of the person in front of me is a bit stronger than before. To affect the "appearance" of the innate person, there must be a change in the "heart".
He raised his hand to smooth his hair. The changes that happened to him could not be hidden from the person involved, but Lin Chongyang did not pay attention:
"Have it?"
"No?" Ji Wuxia laughed inwardly and put the wine bag on the table.
"Then just assume it is."
Lin Chongyang knew what state he was in at the moment. This was inevitable, so just let nature take its course.
Ji Wuxia looked serious: "How is your current condition?"
"It doesn't matter, just meditate and recuperate overnight."
He has confidence in himself, but the people around him obviously know him better.
As soon as he finished speaking, a white palm reached out and grasped his right wrist, followed by a strong force that could not be refused.
"I know that your cultivation is advanced, but I don't want you to use it here."
With a serious look on her face, she stood up gracefully and calmly, preparing to pull the man back into the room. In his state, it was obvious that he needed to rest more than meditate.
"..."
When his eyes met those eyes, perhaps the expression was too serious and mixed with heavy worry, Lin Chongyang stood up, but he didn't know how to refuse.
"How long are you going to hold on?"
Without waiting for an answer, Ji Wuxia took a step forward and pulled the person back. Feeling the strong force coming from his wrist, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly and gave up resistance.
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Sleeping on the same bed is nothing new for the two of them.
The continuous running caused physical and mental exhaustion, coupled with the peace of mind that his other half was by his side, although Lin Chongyang felt helpless, he still cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quickly.
Looking at the peaceful side face, Ji Wuxia sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
(End of chapter)
