After taking two breaks from burning incense, He Zhaoling stood up first, looked at the hundreds of caravans standing in the rainy mountains, and shook his head.
"Not one of these boys has ever brought a bamboo hat. Such actions in a rainy day are most harmful to the body. If the Master of the Ye Clan has had enough rest, he will get over what happened today."
Ye Zhai also stood up, pulled the rapier out of its sheath, and replied gently, "Today's matter is over today. I am in harmony with my mind. I have been dawdling for long enough and it is time to end. I wonder if Gang Leader He has left any Tibetan style for me to see. "
"Of course there is a style left, but the name has not yet been obtained." He Zhaoling no longer hid the sword in the sheath, took out the sword in his hand, tapped the blade with his fingertips, heard a trembling sound, and then inserted the long sword with a corner missing. In the ground, he opened his umbrella and pulled out a narrow knife with a long and narrow blade from the thick ribs. "It may sound a little new, but when I was a boy, I heard that I had this stubborn disease. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep at night. I wanted to Glancing away from many thoughts, I only seek eternal life."
"This pose calls for immortality."
He Zhaoling looked at the person in front of him with an expression that showed no killing intent or momentum at all. The inner energy and sword light that was originally like red clouds all converged into his body.
It's like new rain on an empty mountain, and the showers are beginning to stop.
"I also have a style, but it's a pity that I have never used it. I don't know how powerful it is. However, I got the name in advance, which is very tacky." Ye Zhai grinned and looked at He Zhaoling with a smile, " The name of this move is Jie Jing Lian, which is similar to asking about longevity. It has a purpose, so it is quite vulgar."
After saying this, both of them were speechless for a moment, and the only sound on the mountain was the sound of rain and wind.
Suddenly there was thunder.
In the palm of the man in black clothes, the narrow sword exploded into pieces, but it turned into brilliance. It disappeared into the palm of his hand and turned into a hundred-foot sword light, chasing the billowing ink clouds in the sky. However, the man in green clothes did not do this. He just raised the sword to Gao Tian took off his hand and pierced into the clouds with ten thousand sword energy. The force was so great that the sword that caught the moon floated with red light, and finally the whole body was like red iron, as if melted by the sun.
Neither of them had ever wielded a sword at the other, but there was a sword fight in the sky. The light of the sword and the aura of the sword soared into the sky, shattering the sky with endless chaotic clouds.
I was so overwhelmed that I didn't dare to speak out.
But it is clear that they are only the two most basic moves. The ability to move the sword far away, even if the second realm person has the intention, can also make the sword in the palm of the hand fly, the sword shines across the sky, even if the second realm can send and receive it freely, it is not considered a brilliant skill at all.
But these two extremely ordinary moves are intended to shake the vast sky and cut the boundless ink-colored clouds into millions of fragments.
I'm afraid there are no such three realms in the world.
Yun Zhong was dumbfounded. Such magical power was probably no less than that of a person in the Four Realms. Even a swordsman who was established in the Four Realms would never be able to wield such a shocking sword energy.
From raising his hand to make a move, the sword energy and the light of the sword collapsed one after another, but all of a sudden.
It was clear that no sword energy passed by, but Tiantai Mountain roared.
The originally relatively solid mountain was surrounded by rolling stones, and all the surrounding rocks collapsed, leaving only the mountain as thick as a stone platform. It did not look like a big mountain at all, but a stone pillar.
Smoke and dust rose hundreds of feet high, obscuring the two figures in the mountain.
The old servant raised his face and the rain stopped.
But there were wisps of fine snow floating down, as if the power of the sword had just cut the thick clouds into pieces and turned them into pieces of snow.
Without any warning, the first snowfall of the year in Fengyou County began to fall slowly as the light of swords in the sky converged.
The two people on the mountain no longer faced each other, but jumped down the mountain together. The man in Qingyi left alone and walked straight towards Baihumen. The man in Xuanyi was also in high spirits, walked up to the caravan, raised the corner of his mouth, and patted He patted Mi Yuhuai's shoulder, his eyes closed.
"I didn't win, but I didn't lose either. It's not a shame."
Ye Zhai walked very fast, taking one step forward, which was almost four to five feet away. It was like shrinking into an inch, leaving faint footprints in the first layer of fine snow. Not long after, he returned to the mountain gate and walked straight towards it. An ancient well, then stopped, and suddenly a smile appeared.
The ancient well collapsed at some point, and all the green lotuses in it eventually withered and fell into the well water, with the remaining flowers and leaves falling.
"Why does it have to be like this?"
In the main hall, a woman in green clothes stepped forward and stood behind Ye Zhai.
"I already said it last time, and I don't want to mention it again." Ye Zhai simply sat beside the abandoned ancient well and looked up at the person in front of him, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him. "It's a pity that during this battle, the Moon Sword It has been broken by an inch, and it has probably been evaporated into ashes. There is no shortage of sword moves in the world, but one is missing: catching the moon."
Then he waved his hand very tiredly, "Actually, it's one thing whether you catch the moon or not. After all, it's hard to catch the moon in the mirror. It's better not to stay, come in vain, and leave in vain."
The woman also sat next to Ye Zhai, looked at the hastily bandaged stab wound on the latter's waist, and finally said in a trembling voice, "I should have known this, I should have gone back to the mountain earlier to take a look. It has been really hard for hundreds of years." about you."
Ye Zhai frowned, and by some mistake, he raised his hand and poked the woman's face.
Like touching warm jade.
"It turns out that I didn't drink medicinal wine by mistake that day and mistook you for the dreamer." The man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If I had known earlier, I would have kept you even if I had received some beatings that day. It was all wasted time." Many days, I end up having difficulty even trying to say a few words."
During the speaking season, Ye Zhai's face turned pale very quickly. His originally handsome face was now slowly covered with wrinkles and old spots, which were more and more in line with his head of gorgeous hair.
The woman just looked at the person in front of her, touched the latter's cheek with her bare hands, and said with pity, "Even now, I don't know whether your move is good or bad. Knowing that you were so careless, you should have changed your mind in the first place. If I take over this job personally, who would have thought that a young man who was afraid of thunder and insects in his youth could do such a thing."
"I am definitely a young man now," Ye Zhai said with a smile, his face getting older and older, "Master, look at my appearance now, how come I want to be an ancestor in the mortal world, how come I still treat my disciple as an ignorant child. "
"Let's go with Master. This errand in the mountains will be put aside for the time being and left to others. It has nothing to do with you or me anymore." The woman held the old man's palm like withered tree bark. Her eyes were obviously full of tears, but she still managed to smile.
"It would be great if it were like this earlier," the old man murmured in a low voice, but his figure became shorter and shorter. He was about the same as the boy who often stood at the mountain gate waiting for his master to return from his travels, but he smiled brightly, "I have to wait for a while. It took two or three hundred years to pick up his disciple. Master Shuiyue did this in a very unethical manner." Two streaks of light flew away from the mountain. The old servant who was hurrying on his way raised his head, stopped slumped, and almost sat on his knees. The ground is full of tears.
A boy ran out of the mountain gate. He wiped his tears and ran to the mountainside. He said to the old servant, "Master was taken away by a woman. He flew away in the clouds and mist. The disciple wanted to chase him, but he couldn't. He was only left with a torn green robe. , and there is no trace anymore, Uncle Chu, please go and have a look, if you can’t find the master, who will teach me how to practice martial arts in the future.”
The old servant didn't say anything. He knelt down at the top of Pehao Mountain and kowtowed in a polite manner.
The gray hair is stained with dust and first snow.
Behind him, Yun Zhong Wen Yu also bowed deeply.
He Zhaoling drove his horse back to the caravan's chief helm, but ordered someone to guard the main hall. He called Mi Yuhuai inside alone, held a cup of tea to warm his hands, and looked calmly in his eyes.
Mi Yuhuai, who came in a hurry after hearing the news, was still trembling all over. He put on dry clothes and rushed to the main hall in two steps. He opened the door and asked, "I'm afraid the commotion caused today will not happen for hundreds of years." If someone crosses the line, does the gang leader really think he is fine?"
"What's wrong with me?" The man in Xuanyi rolled his eyes at the visitor, "In a life-and-death fight, it's easy to save one's life. Return to the gang and say a few auspicious words. Why don't you make it difficult for me, kid? "
While he was talking, He Zhaoling was still busy. He spread out several pieces of rice paper, filled up his pen and ink, and started writing frequently, often thinking about it. When he saw Mi Yuhuai coming in a hurry, he didn't stop writing, and still wrote something. Without delay, he said, "Although this battle may not be won, fortunately, nothing much went wrong. It is said that causing such a commotion should attract many practitioners, but from this point of view, it seems that there has been no movement, but it is a A good thing."
Mi Yuhuai looked He Zhaoling up and down, and when he saw that there was indeed nothing strange, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps closer, raised his hand to snatch the lake pen from the latter's hand, and complained, "I still don't have to bandage up the sword wounds all over my body." , if you get sick and have to suffer for many years, if you want to have a sudden inspiration, you have to protect your body before writing."
He Zhaoling let Guo Mi Yuhuai grab the pen with his right hand, coughed softly twice, and cursed, "You kid, you still have the intention to criticize me? Don't do this again in the future, your body is already broken, how can you come here in the rain. Now write only one Words and phrases are nothing to me. When you finish writing them, come with me to the top of the monument to discuss anything."
The scholar still wanted to take a peek, but the rice paper was firmly protected by He Zhaoling's arms, so he couldn't pry at all, so he had to go out of the house first and wipe his wet hair.
He Zhaoling wrote very quickly, and he was always eager to learn. Although he had never been to a private school when he was young, he had to rely on hard study over the years to develop a good calligraphy. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a down-and-out man in the caravan who couldn't recognize a few characters. At this moment, he was picking up and writing, but he often paused and frowned.
After writing two or three sheets of rice paper in tiny characters, Gang Leader Xuanyi moved his left wrist and saw that there was no trace of blood on the original wound from the sword, only a pale mark like a gorge. He couldn't help but put down his pen and ink and sighed deeply. Take a breath.
The first snowfall was not urgent. It had not yet returned to the caravan, but it was already at the end of the war. Now that I was riding out, I couldn't see many snowflakes floating in the air. There was only one horse's hoof print on the floating snow, heading straight to the Monument Peak.
More than ten years later, these two people are still on the road together, one is a scholar, the other is a warrior, riding two horses together, walking towards the direction of Beifeng in Fengyou County, which is extremely dry and cold at night, and it is difficult to distinguish between east and west.
