That night, the descendants of the Sword Emperor entered the Purple Mansion realm.
In the fifth level of Zi Mansion, the first level of sword intention, Zi Mansion, has been completed. A steady stream of true energy swarms out from the sea of suffering and flows into Zi Mansion, endlessly.
Bai Ze felt that the true energy in his body had more than doubled, and the true energy penetrated his meridians, giving him the illusion of breaking through the limitations of heaven and earth.
But Bai Ze knew that the constraints of heaven were still there.
The Ten Cauldrons have not yet been completed, but he is still the power of the Nine Cauldrons.
Bai Ze shook his head and suddenly heard a sigh from someone behind him. When he looked back, he found that the person was a mountain ghost.
The sword-spirit twins can separate from the sword itself and become a spirit body, or they can turn the sword into a body, which is the sword-spirit body.
The mountain ghost used a blind trick so that Jiang Wei couldn't see her. She looked at the poem written by Wang Zhihuan on the stone wall in silence, her emerald eyes engulfed in mist.
"I seem to have been to this place before." The mountain ghost's clothes are fluttering, and his white hair is flying in the wind. He looks like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world. He must not be blasphemed.
Bai Ze was also silent.
A hundred years ago, there were three world-famous sword cultivators in Jiuzhou: the swordsman Li Muzhi, the old swordsman Chen Wangsheng, and the swordsman Wang Zhihuan.
At that time, Wang Zhihuan had just returned from Tianwaitian and obtained the sword Zangfeng. He was not yet the half-step swordsman in the legend.
But Jianzi's name has already changed the color of Jiuzhou Jianghu. All sword cultivators in the world worship these three peaks.
Long years have passed, and the old sword emperor Chen Wangsheng has passed away long ago, and Wang Zhihuan does not know whether to live or die. In the world of Jiuzhou, there is only one out of reach sky, the sword fairy Li Muzhi.
Bai Ze didn't know if the mountain ghost was with Wang Zhihuan when he climbed to the Stork Tower. I only know that more than a hundred years have passed since he wrote this poem, and his only disciple, Shangui, came here by chance.
"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."
The heroic ambitions of the past still remain on the stone wall, but in this world, the sword that was so high-spirited back then has long since disappeared.
The mountain is high and the peak is human. Which one, Buddha and Taoism, is the top?
In the nameless cave in the vast Dushan Mountain, Wang Zhihuan fought with the old monk and died. The mountain ghost waited for him for a hundred years, and finally couldn't wait any longer.
"Sister, do you have anything to say to him?" Bai Ze asked her.
"What?" Shangui glanced at Bai Ze in confusion and asked him, "But what did I say?"
"Why don't you write a poem with him?" Bai Ze said, and the black jade sword was unsheathed.
"Brother Bai, what are you doing?" Jiang Wei was stunned.
Bai Ze didn't answer, strode to the top of the dragon column, moved the dragon and snake with his sword, and carved the poem on the dragon column in one go.
Jiang Wei came over and saw Bai Ze writing:
"The path to immortality has neither beginning nor end,
Only one sword asks the sky.
The tiger is perched and the dragon is coiled in the wind,
Where does orthodoxy come from? "
Jiang Wei was stunned and silently read the poem twice. He felt his soul shaking and his Taoist heart roaring, as if there were thousands of thunder and lightning, which was thrilling.
"There is only one sword, there is only one sword." Jiang Wei felt something vaguely, and suddenly looked at the unparalleled young man, feeling as shocked as an immortal.
"Brother Bai, what is the name of this poem?" Jiang Wei asked him.
Bai Ze thought for a while, added two words after the poem, and said softly: "Ask the sword."
The young man suddenly looked back, looked at the stone wall made of diamond, put his sword into its sheath, and said: "One day, I, Bai Ze, will climb to the Stork Tower again. By then, this poem will be written in the same poem as Wang Zhihuan's. On top of this stone wall.”
He seemed to be talking to himself, and also to the mountain ghost. But at this moment, Jiang Wei finally realized what was missing between him and Bai Ze.
It is the heart of inquiry.
What kind of arrogant Taoist heart can make that young man say the words "Only one sword can ask the sky"? But what he said, Jiang Wei firmly believed that one day, the young man in front of him would finally challenge Jiuzhou with his sword.
On the top floor of Stork Tower, the mountain ghost suddenly laughed.
Like the spring breeze and the moon.
The setting sun in the distant sky finally set over the mountains, and the sky and earth became gloomy. The brilliance of the stars looked so pale and feeble under the moonlight.
"Brother Jiang, last night you asked me to teach you how to comprehend the Sword Intent." Bai Ze looked back at the young man beside him and asked him, "The fourth realm of sword cultivation, the third realm of Sword Intent, and after that, the Dacheng Sword Astral realm. .Then do you know what a sword is?"
"What is a sword?" Jiang Wei was stunned by Bai Ze's question. He had been practicing for sixteen years and had a sword as his companion all his life. Now when he was asked to answer what a sword was, he was confused.
What is a sword?
Is it the Taihua in your hand?
Jiang Wei had doubts about the sword for the first time.
Bai Ze walked out of the attic, leaned on the railing with his hands behind his back, and stood proudly, looking at the Yongji River in the night, with the fishing boats singing late in the evening, and the songs were wafting around, creating a beautiful scene.
"What is a sword? What is a sword?" Jiang Wei asked himself over and over again, looking crazy.
"What is a sword! What is a sword?" Jiang Wei's voice became louder and louder. He laughed crazily for a while, and then covered his face and cried.
Bai Ze's question almost made him collapse.
After practicing swordsmanship for sixteen years, someone asked him what a sword was, but he was unable to say a word.
Bai Ze didn't look back, looking at the long-running Yongji River, as if saying to himself, or to Jiang Wei: "Someone asked me the same question before. There was a young man with me, and we I thought about it for a day and a night. Then I told the man that everything is a sword. My friend said that the sword is the sword in the hand."
"Everything is a sword?" Jiang Wei rushed out and asked Bai Ze urgently, "A sword is the sword in your hand. Which of these two answers is correct?"
"What's the difference?" Bai Ze looked at Jiang Wei, "Actually, both answers are correct."
"How is this possible?" Jiang Wei couldn't believe it. "If both of them are right, what's the point of this question?"
"But that's the fact." Bai Ze said, "It's just that these two answers reflect two people's different understandings of swords."
Jiang Wei vaguely figured out something.
"Have you heard of this story?" Bai Ze said again, "It is said that five hundred years ago, before the old sword immortal Kong Zhou was born, there was a senior sword god in the world of Kyushu."
"Senior Sword God has had a lot of fun practicing swordsmanship throughout his life. When he was a boy, he traveled the world with his sword, and he was so suave that all the chivalrous girls in the Nine Provinces fell in love with him. But when he became a young man, he abandoned the sword at the cliff of the East China Sea, and from then on he walked around the world without a sword. "
"No more swords?" Jiang Wei was stunned.
"But people in the world said that Senior Sword God's swordsmanship was even more amazing." Bai Ze continued, "Many years later, Senior Sword God went to the cliff of the East China Sea alone, jumped into the sea, and picked up the sword with his own hands. From then on. , Senior Sword God walks around the world, and the world sees that he has a sword again."
Jiang Wei suddenly realized.
"At that time, the people of Kyushu said that no trace of sword intention could be seen in the senior Sword God. But that kind of invisibility is like the air around us, but we can't see or touch it." Bai Ze said, "At that time, Senior Sword God's swordsmanship had already become a god. Let alone the Jiuzhou Jianghu, even if it is a place outside the territory, there is no opponent for Senior Sword God."
"When you are young, you see mountains as mountains. When you are middle-aged, you see mountains as mountains. When you are old, you see mountains. In fact, they are always the mountains." Bai Ze patted Jiang Wei on the shoulder, "Sword, when I first looked at it, it was the mountain." ." As he spoke, he flicked the scabbard of Mo Yu's sword, "Looking at it later, everything is a sword, so why limit it to a tangible iron sword?"
"But after going around in circles for many years, you will look back and you will find that, oh, it turns out that the sword has always been by your side, and you have never needed to pursue anything." Bai Ze said, "It is there, it has always been there. It's just that you can't see it. That’s all.”
"boom!!--"
Jiang Wei felt as if the sea of souls had opened up, and all the shackles on his heart that had been bound to him for many years were turned into powder at this moment.
Bai Ze saw the reflection of starlight appearing in Jiang Wei's eyes, and the energy in his body increased rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the aura had reached its peak, and the sword intent on his body began to gather, swallowing up the golden dark light.
"I understand." Jiang Wei took a deep breath, looked at Bai Ze, bowed and thanked: "Jiang Wei thanks Brother Bai for your advice. From now on, wherever I am used, I will do my best. Never refuse!"
"You're welcome." Bai Ze returned the gesture and said to him, "I just told you a story. Whether you understand it or not depends entirely on your understanding."
"Understood!" Jiang Wei took out a sword manual from his arms and handed it to Bai Ze, "Brother Bai, this is the "Thunder Light Sword Technique" you want."
"Then I'm welcome." Bai Ze put away the sword manual with a smile. Now he was worried about not knowing what to practice. He was really dozed off and handed him a pillow.
"It's not early!" Bai Ze looked at the fishing boats coming and going in the vast river below Guanque Downstairs. There were lanterns hanging next to the cabins, rippling in the night wind. It was a pleasant sight, so he said to Jiang Wei, "Brother Jiang, Can we go on a night tour of Yongji River together?"
"Of course." Jiang Wei laughed.
"Okay, let's go!" Bai Ze made a sword seal with his right hand, and the ink jade at his waist was unsheathed loudly, and he flew out of the attic. The young man in white jumped up, stepped on the flying sword, and wielded the sword from the dangerous building straight down to the river.
"Here we come!" Jiang Wei also stood up with his sword and chased after Bai Ze.
"Hahaha!" The young man's hearty laughter came from the sky, and the sound shook all directions. The fishermen on the river were so surprised that they all looked up and saw the two young heroes coming down with their swords. They were not surprised, but they couldn't help it. I praise you in my heart for being such a good boy!
Bai Ze and the other two chose a fishing boat. When they got close, they sheathed their spiritual swords and with a surge of energy, they easily stepped onto the deck of the fishing boat.
"Boatman, did you catch any fish tonight?" Bai Ze asked aloud.
"Haha, you two young heroes are really in the right place!" the boatman said with a smile, shaking the fishing net and skillfully throwing out the fishing net in his hand, and said: "The fresh sea bass that has just been caught, let the two young heroes try it." taste?"
"Two of them!" Jiang Wei said, and then asked, "Do you have any wine?"
"Hey, I have wine here!" Bai Ze took out a jar of monkey drunk from the chess piece seal on his wrist. There were only three jars of wine, one jar was given to Tao Hongjing, and the rest was originally intended for Xie Xuan.
But now the whereabouts of the master are unknown, and his life and death are unknown.
Bai Ze had mixed feelings about this, and just wanted to drink to drown his sorrows.
"There is another jar, Master, I will keep it for you." Bai Zexin said, opening the mud seal, the aroma of wine immediately filled the air, and combined with the unique taste of Yongji River, it was intoxicating.
"Good wine!" Jiang Wei exclaimed with greed, his Adam's apple twitching.
"Haha, come on, let's work for the night first!" Bai Ze poured the wine, and the two sat down on the deck, drinking directly from the wine bowl on the low table.
Good time and beautiful scenery, traveling with friends.
Be joyful, be joyful!
