Dusk falls in the west, and people who are drunk have not returned.
He rode several horses down the mountain from the back of Dabaihao Mountain, completely ignoring whether there were people in the caravan watching over him. He turned over the slush-like soil with his hoofs and walked down the mountain in an upright manner. It turned out that the master of the Baihu Sect had never returned to the mountain.
Ye Zhai has always followed his heart's desire. He may want to go out and travel around, but he will definitely not mention it to the same disciples. He comes and goes according to his heart. Although he rarely travels far away in recent years, his whereabouts are still uncertain. Logically speaking, it is not possible. What a rare thing, but this time the disciples were very anxious, so they took up their weapons and went straight to the capital city of Fengyou County.
The young man on the mountain cut down the well for a day. Instead of cutting off the foundation of the ancient well, the shock caused the tiger's mouth to burst open, and the blood rolled down, spreading all over the place like faded flowers and left red. He still refused to let go, and his sword energy became stronger every moment. , it seems that the tide is rising, and the tide is getting higher and higher.
The ancient well has long been ruined, but the green lotus in it is vague and wavering, separated by the sword light like a rainbow. After thousands of swords, the leaves are still intact, becoming more and more green and simple. It does not look like any ordinary green lotus, but is like a decoration in the mansion of an official. , as condensed as jade.
Wen Yu also sat in the courtyard all day, raising her eyes from time to time to look at the young man's expression, but she still didn't know how to stop him or how to comfort him. Yun Zhong once made it clear that he did not admire other people's cultivation talents. Although he felt lucky to have entered cultivation, he was not as obsessed with cultivation as he valued swordsmanship. However, this time cutting the well, it quite meant that he was sinking all his mind into it. The second-level sword energy could not shake the foundation of this well at all, so his expression became darker and darker, and he just kept drawing out his sword.
As night fell, the young man's sword power was beyond reach, and he flew several feet into the air while slapping his sword. Wen Yu was afraid of being exposed, so she had to set up a formation to cover the top of Baihao Mountain to prevent prying eyes.
The few children who were originally watching in the house were already dumbfounded. No one had ever thought that this seemingly ordinary young hero who had been harassing him for many days could actually have such a method, so they hated to have their eyes turned and kept a close eye on him. The sword flew from the young hero's palm.
"Senior Brother, I'm afraid this person is a little crazy. He never stopped the sword when the blood flowed. Is it possible that all practitioners are like this?" The youngest boy frowned and looked at the young man's hands that were already covered in blood. He looked at the long sword several times and was speechless. For a moment, he didn't dare to look at it anymore. He turned around and asked his senior brother.
"This is what practitioners should do." The eldest boy turned around and glared at the boy beside him, "If you don't even have this little energy, how can you climb high and see far in the future, spy on the five realms and even transcendence? You two are both talented. It’s not low, if you have half the spirit of this young hero, the foundation has already been laid solidly, and naturally there is no need for Master and senior brothers to worry, just learn more and don’t make rash comments.”
"But knowing that the well and Qinglian can't be cut off, why do you still expend all your energy and stop when you know that you can't do it? Although it sounds a bit generous, it is too difficult to recognize the situation. In the end, if you still can't cut off the ancient well , isn’t it that all the suffering I endured during this day was of no use?” Another boy did not miss the mark either, frowning and sighing, but this caused his senior brother to lightly slap his head on the back of the head and reprimanded, “ If this thing doesn't work, can't it be done? If that's the case, everyone in the world, except for those talented people with extraordinary talents, will not be able to practice? Thousands of great people throughout the ages may not all become famous at a young age. In the end, Most of the people who remain in the history of history are diligent people. I originally thought that when you two listened to Master's teachings, you paid full attention and missed nothing, but now it seems that you still haven't remembered it in your heart. "
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Although the two boys were dissatisfied, when they heard their senior brother's angry words, they could only nod in agreement, with angry faces, and continued to watch the young knight dancing with swords in the courtyard, and the sword energy soaring into the sky for who knows how many feet.
"Uncle Master, why don't you stop your sword for now. You won't be able to reach the extreme level overnight, and you won't be able to cut off the ancient well here. If you can't succeed, why not rest for a while before making plans." Wen Yu looked at the layers on the young man's hands. He couldn't bear to look at the condensed blood scab, so he took two steps forward, looked directly into the young man's eyes and spoke.
Sticking to one thing and delaying seeing its good effects is the easiest way to go astray over time. Wen Yu is worried about this at the moment. Yun Zhong often has crazy skills when practicing swordsmanship. As early as when they were on Nangong Mountain, Liu Qing and Qian Yin had praised him several times. However, according to Wen Yu, it is not necessarily a good thing. It is a sign of concern. It's okay, but the young man once made it clear that he actually didn't care much at all. At least he didn't practice for any reason. If he had to force it, he probably just didn't want to bring shame to the master. Such thoughts are the easiest to confuse the mind.
The young man stopped the sword. His right hand holding the sword was a little bloody, but he still frowned and sighed, "I thought that by doing this, I could at least suppress the anger in my heart a little bit, but after using the sword for a whole day, I never felt the anger in my chest. Suppress it, even if it is to ease it a little bit temporarily, I never thought that it would have little effect. It is probably that this impetuous body will not be able to calm down in a few months."
"Why are you working so hard?" Wen Yu asked softly, grabbing the young man's right palm for carrying the sword, and couldn't help but look sad. The right palm was originally relatively slender, but the tiger's mouth collapsed. Blood rose and fell along the sword body, covering it. Blood spots could be seen everywhere in the courtyard. Even the bottom of the green lotus plant was covered with vermilion on the vine. It looked quite miserable. .
The young man was quite ashamed and withdrew his hand, "It's not because of anything else, nor did he have any tendency to become obsessed. It just occurred to him in a daze that for more than ten years, he seemed to have accomplished nothing, failed to relieve people's worries, and never did anything. Protect the lives of others. With all these things in mind, I couldn't stop holding the sword in my hand, always thinking that I could accomplish this. At the end of the day, as dusk approached, I could still think of one or two good deeds that would be enough to be talked about by future generations. , is enough."
We walked together from the top to Yizhang, no matter how many miles we traveled, the young man said nothing, but he always felt that he was like a person watching a play and listening to music. The lyrics in the play and the sighs in the music never came from the mouths of the spectators in the audience. It is difficult to intervene in any way. In Yun Zhong's view, the trivial things he has done have no influence on the overall situation, so he feels quite powerless and has to watch things change according to circumstances, which always makes him feel uncomfortable.
Now I still don’t know whether I can reach the third realm with my life’s strength. When I draw the sword, my thoughts are unclear. This time he drew his sword, hoping to relieve all the worries in his heart, but it backfired.
After seeing the young man stop his sword, he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. All the aggressive energy in his body disappeared, but Wen Yu didn't feel at all relieved.
"If you can't figure it out, there's no need to think about it anymore. I'm going to get some wound medicine to stop the bleeding for the time being. Young Master Uncle can draw out the sword and have fun today. Even if he can't think clearly, at least he needs to clear up the stagnation."
The girl originally snatched the long sword covered in blood with her hands, but now she handed it back to the young man. Just when she was about to speak, her eyes dimmed for a while, and she walked silently into the main hall.
If you have not yet understood your true nature, how can you persuade others?
There are all kinds of worries and disturbances in the world, and in the end you have to overcome them yourself.
