One day and night, the sword energy was pushed forward for an unknown number of miles.
There is no place for flying snow in the ravine, only the sword energy is round and flawless, and the height and height are like undulating waves. It is clearly indistinguishable from the sword energy delivered by Qiuhu before, but in the hands of Yun Zhong, who keeps swinging the sword, There is no tyrannical meaning like a sword striking the river and then stopping it, but it comes and goes briskly. When the sword light is flying, the momentum is no less than before. It is just that the sword intention of the two swords is very clear, and it is entirely from the hands of two people.
If you say that the sword-carrying man you saw in the virtual world was all domineering and powerful, think about the time when he was outside the Zhongtai ancient temple and handed out thousands of sword lights, and when he faced the enemy in ordinary times, It's the same, it's always been like this. When the sword comes out, there is no one in front of it, and its power is the same. But now it's different. Yun Zhong only spent one night to transfer the sword energy originally delivered by Qiu Hu to hand it out with his own hands. The sword's power was no longer sluggish, and the sword's intention completely changed from the original sword energy of destroying the city. The village turned into an antelope hanging its horns. It was vast and unobstructed. It was clear that there was nothing in the palms. I didn't know how thick the stone cliff was in front of me, but they all made way for a smooth path. The heavy rocks were broken by the sword energy and rolled down one after another, landing in the clouds. The whole body was turned into powder by the sword energy in an instant, and flew away lightly.
Qiu Lake has been developing its meridians for a long time, but it is still not a wide and long river. Compared with those great practitioners who are born with unique talents, Yun Zhong's meridians throughout his body are ordinary, like a trickling stream, but at this time, the sword energy is not there for a moment. Second, he had exhausted all the inner energy from all over his body, but in the end he still felt that his interest had not stopped. He put one hand on the head of Huanglong next to him, and the inner energy was like a waterfall inverted, flowing into Yun Zhong's whole body, so the sword The momentum continues to rise, the sword swings faster and faster, and the sword moves forward faster and faster. At first, it was just walking slowly, but now it is the running season and the sword is kept flowing. The stone cliff is in the middle of the clouds and the wind, the river is turbulent, and the sword energy comes and goes.
It had been a long time since Yun Zhong had put aside his countless thoughts and wielded his sword so freely. He was always thinking about whether he could raise his level to another level, or when he would be able to repair his meridians properly, or make his Dantian intact as before. Apart from practicing, In addition to other things, we should always be thinking about things inside and outside Nangong Mountain, not to mention arriving in the capital first and then going to Xuanhua. The amount of energy consumed in this process is no longer comparable to that of being in a small town. Originally, he was just a child who only knew how to read picture scrolls and storybooks. After entering the world, he realized that being in the world is a very troublesome thing.
So now he put aside all the complicated thoughts and moved his sword freely, which really made Yun Zhong feel very comfortable and couldn't stop smiling. It wasn't until Huang Long's body slumped down that he became two palms long, then he slowed down and called out. Export your anger.
This night, the sword energy was like rain, and it actually sucked all the accumulated internal energy from Huang Long's body. Yun Zhong was unable to stop. When Qing Niu woke up, he saw a faint line of white clothes in front of him. He was advancing faster and faster. He was also unwilling to catch up and did not dare to fall even half a step, fearing that the huge boulder would roll down from above and cause the unlucky thing to fall on his head. He could not care about competing with Yun Zhong, so he hurriedly swung his four hooves to seize the opportunity. He ran away until Yun Zhong stopped with his sword, and then he stopped, panting.
There is no stone cliff in front of the swordsman in white, only a deep corridor, the end of which cannot be seen at a glance. Although there is a glimmer of light in it for some reason, as if there are flowing fireflies, it is still difficult to see the end clearly.
As for why the yellow-bearded man split an infinite ravine with his sword and then led him here based on the first two lines of writing on the stone cliff, Yun Zhong has not yet figured it out. However, the previous writing on the stone cliff has not yet been solved. Naturally, I don't want to care about such trivial matters. The things I have to make decisions on are already numerous and numerous. Now that I have found my own sword intention, I naturally don't want to do what I want, so I haven't stopped for too long. He stepped forward and headed straight to the corridor.
The corridor was narrow at first, and there were wall carvings on both sides. It was carved with thousands of mills. Although in Yun Zhong's eyes, it was definitely not as good as the skills of today's skilled craftsmen, the deep and shallow marks inside seemed to have been there since ancient times. , the Immortal Takong, looked at the soldiers riding horses and fighting in the distance. Countless ordinary people wearing long robes sat arm-in-arm around the bonfire. I don’t know if they were praying to God for good weather or to seek blessings from the gods. They stretched for ten miles and fell into the clouds. In Zhong's eyes, it was as if an eternal picture was unfolding out of thin air. No matter how he looked, he couldn't figure out the reason. At the bottom of the corridor, there are flowing fireflies carrying green light, fooling around and often falling behind the green cow or on top of Yunzhong's white clothes, which makes the green cow very annoyed and keeps shaking its tail to drive away the flying fireflies.
Since Yun Zhong entered the practice, he has seen many rare things, whether it is the immortal family walking on the sword, the five-color jade tower in the Yinshan Mountain, or earlier, the alluring poisonous cicada and the hairpin borrowing sword energy , in the past when I was young and ignorant, it was probably a strange thing that I would not dare to think about, but after walking down the mountainside of Nangong Mountain, I first stepped into Xuanhua City for no reason, and saw the midsummer in July and August, and then I caught a glimpse of this place. The strange cliff and the corridor here still made me feel quite frightened, but I didn't stop walking and walked forward for several miles before finally catching a glimpse of the end of the corridor.
There are three wooden doors at the end of the field, all of which are in decay, with a few objects placed in front of them.
Outside the first wooden door, a square table was set up, with a horse with two palms inlaid with jade and gold on it. The carver was extremely skilled, and the ordinary horse was carved vividly, with emerald as the eyes, yellow agate as the mane, and two hoofs. Lifting off the ground, it was extremely powerful, but the strange thing was that the horse had antlers on its head. There is a red fish on the side, and its expression is also agile, but it has two wings on its ribs, so it looks quite strange.
There is no table outside the second wooden door. Instead, there are two long swords and axes standing in front of the door. They have put up their iron armor. I don’t know how many months they have been here. But no matter how you look at it, the armor is cold and cold. Although the yue blade was stained with dust, it was clearly not an ordinary object.
Compared to the first two wooden doors, the third wooden door is even more decayed. Without pushing the door, just by the faint green light of the fireflies flowing around you, you can see that most of the wooden door is decayed. It can no longer block the way, but the road is extremely long. It’s a very wide road, and I don’t know where it’s going.
Yun Zhong was at a loss. He frowned and looked towards the three doors. He walked straight to the first door with a table with gold sculptures of horses and fish in front of it. He scratched his bun and looked around for a while, but he hadn't seen it for a long time. When I went out, I was determined to take advantage of it and put these two seemingly valuable items into my bag. However, after thinking about it carefully for a while, I still shook my head and sighed without reaching out. Although it is unknown who put it here, it can still be regarded as an owner's object. What's more, the objects placed in front of these three wooden doors are not the same. Based on Yunzhong's imagination, he probably chose based on the objects in front of these three doors. If you do it without thinking, you may end up cutting off your own retreat. If you try to find a smooth path, you will probably spend a lot of time.
The yellow-bearded man who handed out the knife was probably the same yellow-bearded man walking on the Yun River. In this case, there was no reason to harm himself. Since he was carving a very deep ravine, he might as well go along the road. , it’s time to give it a try.
The top of Nangong Mountain.
The heat of midsummer has not subsided yet. Instead, it rains continuously, pouring into the deep mountains, and the steam rises. No matter what, you feel that your whole body is extremely moist. It is not as good as the sun hanging high in the sun and making your skin turn red. However, even if there is no rain, At that time, they would probably blame God for why it didn’t rain for so many days. I don’t know whether it was passed down from generation to generation in the family, or whether they were born with extraordinary talents. Since childhood, many people have known that truth must be taken into account and power must be grasped tightly. , the past and present are always difficult to change.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Wu Shuang rarely tidied up his house today, but he dug out a copper coin from his clothes. After thinking carefully for a long time, he remembered that the skinny and tall gentleman had once left the small town. The harsh family law of risking a slap on the back of the head from his wife gave him three copper coins. The Wujue who wielded the euphorbia succeeded in a sneak attack and used one. Yun Zhong was seriously injured when he was walking around the world and used another. , only this one is left, lying safely in the palm of Wu Shuang's hand, looking quite ancient.
There is no one in the mountains recently, and Yan Jiaqing can't count on him. He is busy tutoring students in the school at the foot of the mountain all day long. Occasionally he returns early, but he always gets drunk. After taking a rest early, it seems that the yellow dragon is missing. Jia Qing's drinking capacity was also decreasing day by day, and he was already so depressed that he was drunk before Wu Shuang could get up.
Probably because of this, Wu Shuang often couldn't help but think of old things in recent days. Especially when looking at this copper coin, she always remembered the old face of the poor teacher.
The poor man once said that when he traveled around the world in his early years, he saw many beautiful scenes and articles written by sages on monuments. But as he got older, his memory was always a little worse. Every time he thought about it, he was a little vague, but there was only one There is one thing that I remember most clearly.
It is said that in the area to the west of Shang Qi and adjacent to Qi Mausoleum, there once was a small official who was not even a member of the government. He was just guarding a large lake with a good reputation here. The reason why he was able to obtain this position was because he was in Hanchuang. After studying hard, I went to Laoyu Lake in the capital and exchanged two sentences with Feihua Ling. I was rewarded by coming here. The salary was not high, but I could still get food and clothing. It happened that Zhou Kefa went to visit this place and chatted with the young official for a while. He felt that this young official was very knowledgeable. He originally wanted to talk a few more times before leaving, but the next day... I heard that this little official almost had his legs broken and it was difficult for him to get off the ground.
A son of an aristocratic family in the capital had a new official position and went to play in the lake. However, he threw a lot of debris into the lake, which prompted the petty official to stop him. He even beat the accompanying servants to a bloody head, and the attack was extremely cruel. He was ruthless, but fearful of power. No one around him dared to stop him. He broke several bones before throwing them to the shore.
The young master from that aristocratic family said that a mere commoner who only knows books and bamboo slips, how can he deserve to receive a salary even if he says two sentences about "flying flowers"?
When the young master from the aristocratic family came, he had fine horses and maids dressed in silk.
It took the humble official who had studied hard for many years from receiving his salary for five or six years to move his parents into an ordinary house, not even comparable to ordinary people in a wealthy land.
The young master was rich and powerful, and the money spent in a brothel for a night of drinking was enough to keep the junior official busy for several years. The junior official had never enjoyed the young master's wealth, and had never been a hindrance to the young master. However, despite this, the young master still had to order his subordinates He beat the petty officials severely and trampled the meager face they had into pieces.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Wu Shuang looked back at the hinterland of Nangong Mountain, then at the copper coins in his palm, and slowly closed his eyes.
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