The sword energy in the sky is gone.
Yun Zhong let out a long sigh, and when he saw the miserable appearance of the imperial mausoleum on his wrist, he immediately couldn't bear it. He rarely said a few kind words and thanked him, which made the yellow dragon, which had lost a bit of its green color, turn into a yellow rope again. It was so strange. He wrapped it around his wrist and rested for a while, then looked around. First he went to the back mountain bamboo forest to look around, and then he went to the main hall to look around. There was no sign of anyone. He guessed that his master was probably out for a long trip again, which was true. Unexpectedly, he stretched out his waist and walked out of the main hall. He immediately looked outside Wen Yu's house, and immediately lowered his eyebrows.
Before entering the mountainside of Nangong Mountain, Wen Yu's words were still in his ears, so even though he hadn't seen them for several months, Yun Zhong still remembered them clearly, so he slowed down slightly towards Wen Yu's residence.
The green bull that had been following Yun Zhong suddenly turned into a mixed-haired horse after walking out of the mountainside of Nangong Mountain. It was uncharacteristically very happy and jumped for joy. He kicked the horse's hooves twice in a hurry and trotted around the top of the mountain twice, probably Compared with the heavy body of a green bull, this horse with messy coats suited his mind the most, so when he saw Yun Zhong's hesitation, he followed behind the white-clothed man, picked up an object, and rubbed Yun Zhong with his horse's head. shoulders.
They were two pieces of iron rolls. Wen Yu had spent a lot of time and effort to put these strange and tricky formation patterns into this iron roll. Although he was shaken by Yun Zhong when he set up the formation, It was broken into two pieces, but it has been carried to the side of the body. It has been nearly a year, but it has not been repaired.
Yun Zhong turned back silently, took the two iron scrolls, and patted the horse's head twice with a forced smile, "It's better to get used to seeing it like this. Although the swordsman rides the green bull, it is stable, but it is always a bit weird."
Only now did Yun Zhong realize that he had never understood Wen Yu's thoughts. Even though they had walked hand in hand several times and shared life and death, he knew very little about Wen Yu's thoughts. Apart from practicing in the mountains and having fun, there was rarely any time to mention family matters. Wen Yu didn't want to mention it, and Yun Zhong never asked about it, for fear of mentioning Wen Yu's troubles and irritating him. This woman who is at the top of my heart is sad.
He knocked lightly on the house two or three times, but no one answered. Yun Zhong was also reluctant to break in, so he had to go around to the window lattice and pretend to be wandering around. Then he plucked up the courage to look into the house, but saw no one. The window lattice is slightly open, and a light layer of dust has accumulated on the table. A letter is placed on the upper left corner of the table. The handwriting is beautiful and smooth. It is clearly from Wen Yu's brushwork. He is familiar with it. Yun Zhong signed it personally. Four words.
After hesitating for a long time, Yun Zhong pushed the door open and entered the house on his own. He saw that the furnishings in the house were all arranged neatly and there were no unnecessary items. It seemed that no one had lived in it for many days.
Just like the birds returning early, leaving no trace in the deep forest, and the swallows leaving the hall, but there is no sound of morning announcement.
It's empty, everything is empty.
Yun Zhong's hands started to tremble when he picked up the letter. He randomly picked a wicker chair and sat down, unfolding the letter and taking a closer look.
There is not a lot of handwriting in the letter. At a rough glance, it only contains sixteen or seventeen lines. At first glance, they are all trivial things to talk about. For example, the bamboo wine in the back mountain was filled with wine in my spare time a while ago. If Uncle Yun has not returned for a long time, he will most likely have soaked in the fragrance of green bamboo when he returns to the mountain. However, he still needs to drink less. Drinking excessively for days is no less than being ill for several months, which is most harmful to the internal organs. Although People who practice martial arts are in good health, and dams that are ten thousand meters long always break in ant nests; the formations left by Liu Qing are also developed separately. They may not be high-strength methods, but they are the best for practicing, whether it is complex or complicated. It is concise and clear, and is placed under the window lattice. There are a hundred or ten pages of rice paper. The master is just starting to set foot on the formation. If you really can't see clearly and can't perform it, you can ask the master.
Yun Zhong's expression remained unchanged as he studied the letter, and he never stopped for a moment. It was not until he read the last line of handwriting that he folded the letter neatly and put it back in its place. When he stood up and was about to leave, he put the letter again. He picked it up, hesitated for a while, and put it in his arms. He didn't forget to close the window lattice to prevent it from getting wet by the rain that fell to the ground again. He carefully closed the door and slowly retreated.
When Yun Zhong left Wen Yu's house and walked under the eaves, the rainwater that had been forced upside down by the sword energy not long ago fell again, densely packed like millions of bead curtains falling, covering the mountain. Every cent.
The swordsman in white looked at the vast white sky, which looked like a lake fish spitting pearls. He leaned against the wall in front of the house and remained motionless for a long time.
A middle-aged man walked out of the rain. He was dressed in Tsing Yi and had three swords on his waist. He looked weird no matter how he looked at it. The rain was so fierce that the man in Tsing Yi with the sword was so embarrassed that he jumped to the eaves. Chu quickly hid it, wiped the rain off his face, and looked very unhappy.
"I've clearly seen your master, but why are you still indifferent? As usual, he's already nodded and bowed to say hello. Why are you so ungrateful this time?"
Yun Zhongru woke up from his dream and hurriedly saluted his master whom he had not seen for a long time. He bowed and apologized and said with a smile, "You see, I was very dull on this trip. I almost forgot the rules and etiquette. I want to say hello to the master and ask the master to forgive me."
What he said made Wu Shuang a little confused. Then he looked at the smile on his disciple's face, raised his eyebrows, and waved his hands, "Forget it, master and disciple don't like this, let alone your kid." My mind is getting more and more active now. If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either cheating or stealing, but you must not be fooled."
Yun Zhong laughed a few times and saw that Wu Shuang had no intention of leaving. He immediately went to the main hall in the rain to get two futons, put them under the eaves, and asked his master to sit cross-legged first, and then he sat down Get up on the futon and look at the pelting rain on the top of the mountain.
"This time when we enter the mountainside of Nangong Mountain, there must be many doubts. You might as well talk to your teacher about them one by one. Even if you may not be able to clear up all the doubts, it is better than keeping it all to yourself." Wu Shuang He meant what he said, and was not in a hurry to get Yun Zhong to reply. Instead, he frequently looked at his little apprentice's features. Although he hadn't seen him for more than a month, Yun Zhong's features were no longer what they were before. Most of his childishness had faded away. Now, It is no longer easy to call him a young man, but more like a swordsman whose temperament has gradually stabilized, which is also a great relief.
Yunzhong in white touched his nose, glanced at his master's thin shirt, thought carefully and said, "In the heart of Nangong Mountain, there is a very high mountain, and there is Xuanhua City. Not only does it not look like a virtual city created by the Chuxian family, The environment, on the contrary, really seems to be a world, and the strange thing is that at first you can only walk around Xuanhua City, but after removing one person, you can go to other places and wander around. I would like to ask Master to clarify my doubts."
Wu Shuang thought about it and then nodded, "You have entered the formation path now. Even if your cultivation is not very advanced, you should at least know one truth. Every formation must have an eye. If you want to break the formation by cleverness, you must know it." Find the formation eye first, and then you can advance and retreat safely. Although the Xuanhua City you mentioned is a city, it is probably also a large formation. The formation eye happens to be hidden on that person. Once the person dies, the formation eye will also disappear. It just dissipates into the sky, so you can naturally come and go at will."
After saying that, Wu Shuang pointed to Yun Zhong's right wrist, "Yan Jiaqing once chatted with me and accidentally mentioned that when the scales on the back of this yellow dragon turned from yellow to green, it must have swallowed something powerful, most of which were the remaining souls. And as he gets older, he has supernatural powers, so by eating them, he can climb up step by step from ordinary things. If my teacher's guess is correct, this is probably the case for the people in the city."
After finishing his words for a long time, Yun Zhong didn't answer, just watching the rain alone, watching the rain hitting the bluestone, watching the bluestone blooming with endless green flowers, just like the bluestone road inlaid with beautiful jade in Bafang Street, where countless people have passed by , there was a street owner named Li Zijing.
Wu Shuang didn't pay attention to Yun Zhong's expression at this moment, but said as if he didn't care, "Some people will regret it if they kill, and some people will regret it if they don't kill. People have their likes and dislikes, and things in the world are also unpredictable. No matter how you take your path, you will regret it too." You should have something on your mind, maybe you can’t express it, but you should think more about it before and after you do something.”
Yun Zhong came to his senses and nodded towards his master.
"When we entered the world, it was summer time. A full eight or nine months have passed, and it is still midsummer. The sky has never lost much heat. When we return to the mountain today, it seems that summer has not yet come out, which is very strange."
Wu Shuang still answered calmly, "It's one day in the sky and one year below the ground. I know very little about the place you went to, but I once heard someone say that when Nangong Mountain was not a mountain, it was probably a mysterious place." There, no one has ever stepped into the mountain. Only some obscure words can be vaguely read from ancient scrolls. It is that place. I am afraid that the ordinary seasons are different from the world here. And in July and August, it is actually... It’s just more than a month.”
"Dare to ask Master, why such strange things happen."
Among the disciples in Nangong Mountain, Yun Zhong talked a lot. Even Zhao Ziyang did not ask as many questions as Yun Zhong. Wu Shuang, on the other hand, had a very high vision and was quite impatient with some of the things Yun Zhong asked, but he still spoke carefully. After the doubts are cleared, I can't help but have a few words with Yun Zhong. But now, the young man who split firewood so hard that his hands were split open, and who fell and was covered in mud when he went to Qingchai to seek medical treatment, has now become a swordsman whose thoughts are gradually becoming clearer and his swordsmanship is getting higher and higher.
But this kid still has so many questions.
"When a large river flows turbulently, it turns into narrow valleys and turns into small streams. What's the explanation?"
"The sediment is congested and accumulated, or the river channel is narrow and the dam is tight." Yun Zhong suddenly understood something. He looked at his master in confusion, and then became a little horrified.
"Some things cannot be expressed in words, but can only be understood. We always think that the sky is only as high as this, but in fact, ordinary people think that no matter how high the Martial Arts Tower is, it is only ten or a hundred stories high. Who can see through it?"
Wu Shuang slapped her knees, handed a sword from her waist to Yun Zhong, and said lightly, "Abandon the sword and abandon it. I guess the doubts that have puzzled you for a long time are almost solved, with only a slight difference. If I don't use this sword, I'll give it up." Next, as a master, you have to collect money, and even a pawn shop needs some benefits, and a master and a disciple also have to settle accounts clearly, right?"
"Disciple, take the sword."
Yun Zhong took the sword with a smile and bowed deeply to Wu Shuang.
The sword swallows water and fire, but it is still eye-catching.
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