When someone comes, there will naturally be someone waiting, mostly between Taoist couples or fellow apprentices, but Long Yu, who else is waiting?
"Is that the trash from the Seventh Peak?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I heard that this loser used some shameful means to win the competition with Yun Di and others last time. He went to Demon Mountain a few days ago and still came back alive?"
"He must have been hiding outside and not going in. A waste like him can't hold up the wall with mud..."
The ridicule and ridicule were as usual.
However, the elder who managed this teleportation array couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and thought to himself: "In a short period of time, we have already reached the fourth level of foundation building, and the realm is so stable?"
Long Yu felt the gaze of the management elder, turned sideways and saluted slightly, brushed off the dust on his gray robe, and walked towards the seventh peak as before.
Sometimes Long Yu would feel ridiculous as to why he had to come back here. Anywhere in the world would treat him better than here.
Ever since he entered the sect, the name Long Yu seemed to represent waste.
But no matter what, for Long Yu, the seventh peak is where he practices and the place he is most familiar with.
Every winter, the fallen leaves there will cover the mountain road, making it look desolate. However, these fallen leaves also witnessed his growth and changes.
Long Yu slowly walked up the steps of the seventh peak, his steps firm and powerful. His eyes were profound, as if he could see everything. There was an unyielding temperament between his brows.
The seventh peak at this time is no longer the scene it was a few months ago. Pieces of fallen leaves were scattered in the cold wind. They were swirling and piled up, as if they were telling stories from the past. Looking at all this, Long Yu couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness in his heart.
Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, he suddenly had a realization. Fallen leaves return to their roots. This is the law of nature and the journey of life. Whether mortals or monks, they are constantly changing and growing, just like this fallen leaf, which will eventually return to the heart.
Long Yu bent down and picked up a fallen leaf. His eyes became deep, and they were eyes that should not belong to this age.
In an instant, Long Yu felt the passage of time and the impermanence of life.
However, Long Yu also understood that all this was necessary. Just like fallen leaves, only by experiencing the desolation of autumn and the burial of winter can we better enjoy the prosperity of spring in another way.
But now there are only a few fallen leaves...
Long Yu put the fallen leaf in his pocket, then stood up and looked upward. He knows that he still has a lot of things to do and a lot of road to go.
"The master once said: 'On the road of life, like this fallen leaf, we must continue to experience wind, frost, rain and snow, and continue to grow and change.'"
He took a deep breath and then slowly walked down the steps of the seventh peak. Long Yu's heart was full of firmness and determination, and his eyes were full of hope and expectation. He knew that this was just the beginning and that his journey was still long.
Walking towards his cave on the seventh peak, every step was firm and powerful. Long Yu's back, illuminated by the setting sun, records his footprints in a unique way.
And the fallen leaf he picked up seemed to be telling its own story. It was once a young leaf in spring, experienced the prosperity of summer, then turned yellow in autumn, and finally fell in winter. It has experienced the cycle of life and witnessed the growth of a young man.
Lowering his head again, in front of him was a simple and solemn tomb, which was naturally Ye Shaoqiu's resting place.
Long Yu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tombstone, just like Ye Shaoqiu stroked young Long Yu's cheek many years ago. But for Long Yu, the familiar warmth was no longer there.
Long Yu opened his mouth and said to the grave: "Master, I'm back. In this line of work, I have seen the warmth and coldness of the world, and understood the helplessness of the world.
I also went to the mountains, rivers and swamps, and saw the greatness and the insignificance mentioned in the books. I understood even more what Master you said to me. "
At this time, Long Yu's voice was soft, as if he was afraid of breaking the quiet air, but every word he spoke was filled with deep determination.
Long Yu talked about his gains, the skills he learned through experience, the lessons he learned from setbacks, and the confidence he gained from success.
Only under rare circumstances would Long Yu's words be as full of emotion as they are today. That kind of emotion is like the moonlight at night. Although it is soft, it makes the listener feel lonely.
However, when Long Yu talked about his grief, his voice became slightly different.
The grief Long Yu talked about was not just the pain of losing his master, but the understanding of life and the understanding of a world full of killings. His grief comes from seeing an explosion of suffering in the world, and from understanding the transience and impermanence contained in the avenues of life and death.
However, Long Yu did not shed tears because he knew that tears could not solve any problem. His grief turned into his strength and his determination.
"Master," Long Yu finally said, "I may not have met your expectations, and I may not have become the kind of person you hoped for. But I am going my own way, and I will use my own way to help what I want to help. people."
Long Yu's voice echoed in the air, his perseverance and determination as sharp as a sword. Even without tears, his sadness was etched deep into the night.
He took out the talisman given to him by Fang Lanmeng last time and activated it with spiritual power. When he opened his eyes again, it was Fang Lanmeng holding a long sword.
The scene changed, the moonlight was like water, clear and transparent, shining on the sword practice field, Long Yu and Fang Lanmeng stood opposite each other.
Fang Lanmeng's sword tip trembled slightly, like autumn water overflowing, while Long Yu's sword seemed a bit heavy, as if it carried too much determination and expectations.
Fang Lanmeng was the first to attack. His sword was as powerful as a dragon. During the twists and turns, the tip of the sword was pointed in front of Long Yu.
Fang Lanmeng's sword was too fast. Even though Long Yu's swordsmanship was much improved, he still responded hurriedly. The sword was moving, but it was still broken by Fang Lanmeng's sword. Almost both the man and the sword were thrown away.
Fang Lanmeng's swordsmanship has no tricks, but it is as continuous as the ocean tide, seemingly endless.
However, despite being obviously outmatched, Long Yu immediately adjusted his sword skills, hurriedly but not panicking.
The light in Long Yu's eyes never went out, but became more intense. Fang Lanmeng was always able to control his swordsmanship to be more refined than Long Yu. This gave Long Yu the possibility of looking for opportunities even though he was under the pressure of Fang Lanmeng and retreating step by step.
After a few rounds, Fang Lanmeng's sword swung again, and Long Yu reacted instantly. His sword seemed to be given life, and with a tremor, it met Fang Lan Meng's sword edge. This time, in the illusion, Long Yu's sword did not break, but sparked sparks when it collided with Fang Lanmeng's sword.
In this round of competition, Long Yu did not back down, but took the initiative to attack. Although his swordsmanship is not as exquisite as Fang Lanmeng's, his momentum is completely different from before. Fang Lanmeng felt the change in Long Yu and was slightly surprised.
The sword momentum changed again, Fang Lanmeng's sword danced faster and faster, and Long Yu's sword also followed the rhythm, gradually gaining a hint of sword energy. Although he was still unable to fight against Fang Lanmeng's sword, his improvement made Fang Lanmeng remember his previous swordsmanship.
Fang Lanmeng nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. She knew that this kind of competition was destined to be a defeat for Long Yu from the beginning, and Fang Lanmeng's intention was to see Long Yu's progress.
Ruo Long Yu's swordsmanship is like the strong wind on a summer night, fiery and active, showing the passion and drive of a young man.
In comparison, Fang Lanmeng's swordsmanship will be like the autumn breeze, calm and composed, full of the accumulation of time and technology, making Long Yu powerful but difficult to strike.
The progress Long Yu showed today is undeniable.
One attack and one defense, one advance and one retreat, the two men's sword skills intertwined into a sword picture under the moonlight.
Fang Lanmeng's swordsmanship was like a dreamlike maze. No matter how hard Long Yu attacked, he could not break through his defense.
This is not to say that Long Yu's swordsmanship is not good enough, but that Fang Lanmeng's swordsmanship is too profound and exquisite.
At the end of the competition, Long Yu put away his sword and saluted Fang Lanmeng. Fang Lanmeng returned the gift.
"Compared to before, your sword speed is faster, your understanding of sword principles is deeper, and more importantly, you no longer panic when faced with pressure, but start to learn to think calmly and look for opportunities to break through." Fang Lanmeng commented, "When attacking, the murderous intent of the sword is sharper, and the killing is more decisive; when defending, it is good to be able to initially learn to use force and neutralize force."
Fang Lanmeng paused and said: "Overall, your swordsmanship has improved a lot. If you can understand the meaning of the sword more deeply in the future, your swordsmanship will be improved to a higher level. Next, you can try some swordsmanship and sword techniques." Swordsmanship training during the period." Fang Lanmeng's words were full of encouragement and expectations, and at the same time they undoubtedly pointed out a path for Long Yu.
"The swordsmanship has improved a lot, but Mr. Fang's praises are always pitiful. Let me see how your understanding of the law is now?!"
As he spoke, the scene changed again:
Xuan Ziyuan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, staring at the rolling sea of clouds and the starry sky. His heart is ethereal, clean and pure, like a mirror, reflecting everything in the world. His sword lay across his knees, emitting a cold and pure light, as if it had a strange resonance with the surrounding air.
Then, Xuan Ziyuan lowered his head and looked down at Long Yu at the foot of the mountain: "Where is the sword path?"
The sound is like a loud bell, knocking on Long Yu's mind.
Long Yu felt that the sword world shown by Xuan Ziyuan this time was obviously different from the last time.
The way of the sword displayed by Xuan Ziyuan this time was so pure and clear.
Long Yu seemed to see that in the way of swordsmanship, Xuan Ziyuan found his inner balance and found communication with the way of swordsmanship. When his sword danced, it was like the roar of dragons and phoenixes, crisp and profound. Wherever the sword tip pointed, it seemed as if even the space was vibrating.
At this moment, Xuan Ziyuan's sword domain can be said to be a direct reflection of part of his soul!
The sword technique is unique, you use Qi to control the sword, the sword can turn at will, and the mind can move at will!
Long Yu understood that what Xuan Ziyuan wanted Long Yu to see at this moment was his swordsmanship, which was integrated into his understanding of heaven, earth, human nature, and his unique pursuit of the path of swordsmanship.
In this field, sword lights crisscrossed each other, like a huge light network, covering the entire space. The sword light revealed a kind of indescribable loneliness and determination, and it was also full of determination and tenacity. This is a portrayal of Xuan Ziyuan's deep heart and his persistent pursuit of the sword.
But Long Yu thought that Xuan Ziyuan and Jiang Jian were very similar on weekdays, often acting in an unruly manner, but the moment the world condensed by swordsmanship came, the loneliness and determination reflected were completely different from the two.
Xuan Ziyuan's sword path is pure and condensed. His sword domain is deep and mysterious. In this field, he uses the sword as the way and the way as the sword, pursuing the supreme path of the sword.
"Where is your swordsmanship? Where is your domain?!"
