It's late winter, the trees are withered and the sky is freezing.
Even if the tall and slender woman is wearing an ordinary blue missionary robe, she is still a dazzling sight that attracts attention. She is silent and has a jade-like temperament, but no one dares to stare too much.
The woman has a cold face, and her body exudes invisible sword energy. If she looks at it for a long time, it will be dazzling and she will shed tears.
For the past twenty years, Shui Qingru has been staying near the ancient sutra wall of Moya, observing the scriptures of previous sages on the cliff of Sutra Mountain, and trying to figure out the strength of swords and fists. She originally planned to go on a long trip alone after coming out of the sect, and walked to Jingshan. Zhou, then stopped.
She had observed the words "Quietness is the Righteousness of the World" carved by her master the most in the past few years, and dissected the sword intention she needed.
She glanced at the other words that were of little use to her. She looked at the blurred seal characters "Yangcong Hanshui Yuecongsha" carved on one place. It took her five years to discern a "cold water" sword meaning, which was related to her. The power of the rules of flowing water swordsmanship that he mastered complement each other.
The woman's brows relaxed, she let out a long breath, and her cold face showed a smile of spring flowers, which added color to the gray winter day.
Suddenly looking back, I didn't know when I was surrounded by clouds and mist, and none of the monks nearby who were observing the scriptures were gone.
The cliffs of Jingshan Mountain look particularly vast and towering into the clouds.
The water was as clear as floating in the mist, and he put his right hand on the hilt of the sword. No abnormal aura was detected, and he said: "I don't know who this master is playing with. Can you please come out and see me?"
With her fifth-level sword cultivating strength, it was really shocking that she didn't notice when she hit the sword.
I have never heard of such a powerful existence in Jingshan, which is located in the hinterland of Da'an Dynasty.
In the entire Eastern Continent, only Master, Donkey Master and Xiao Ni'er are currently sixth-level masters. Oh, I also forgot that an old demon named "Mang Gong" was a guest at the Fairy Temple. She didn't know if he was still there now.
She has a high fighting spirit and a blazing momentum, and she dares to use her sword even when facing a sixth-level warrior. "Fellow Water Daoist, please forgive me. I don't mean to be playful. I don't want others to disturb our conversation. Many years ago, I had a hearty chat with Guanzhu Zhang and Mr. You. I haven't seen guests for many years. I'm afraid of my death."
A woman with a blurry figure covered in white gauze slowly walked out of the clouds and mist. The clouds and mist surged, and characters of light waves overflowed.
Shui Qingru looked at the woman in the white dress who appeared mysteriously. She couldn't see through the other person's cultivation. There seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers between them. She didn't let down her guard just because the other person mentioned her master and asked, "I don't know. What do you call your friend?"
"You can call me 'Jing Mei Lady,' and I will stay here for a long time."
The woman in the white dress had a clear, soft and charming voice, and said, "I would like to ask you to write a message on the stone wall. If you like it, we can continue chatting."
The look in Shui Qingru's eyes moved, and her expression remained unchanged as she said, "What if you don't like what I wrote?" The woman in the white dress smiled and glanced at it, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it. It's just that we have no fate. You can go your way. I I continue to live in seclusion in the mountains, listen to the wind, drink from the springs, read and write, and pass the boring days, just like this."
There was a hint of helplessness in his words.
After waiting for a long time, she found that the spiritual energy was getting weaker and weaker, and the monks in the world were getting weaker and weaker with each generation.
There was once a Taoist priest who caught her eye, but unfortunately that Taoist priest had already been recognized by a small world. Shui Qingru still did not agree to write, and asked: "I once heard rumors that those who carve characters on the wall of the ancient sutra without permission will be demoted by one level every time they carve a word. Madam Sutra Mei, is this possible? ?」
She heard it from Pumpkin, who was well-read, and she was trying to test the other person's intentions.
She probably guessed the opponent's heels. Only in this way can she explain why she fell into the mist without realizing it.
Otherwise, with her keenness as a fifth-level swordsman, it would be impossible for a sixth-level master to trap her so easily.
She has a clear sword mind and an instinctive sense of danger.
The woman in the white dress smiled and said: "You said it was a rumor, how can you take it seriously? You are the only fifth-level female warrior in the Eastern Continent, why are you so courageous? Come on, write it or not, let's decide in one word. They’re all very busy.”
Shui Qingru also smiled and said: "The Sutra was written by Lady Mei, and the handwriting is not good, Qingru is showing off her ugliness!"
She no longer shirks, the other party's passion
The general method was of no use to her, so she flew forward, about five feet away from a blank mottled stone wall, stretched out the second and middle fingers of her right hand and made a sword shape, waved her wrist in the air, gravel splashed, powder fell, and meticulously stood up on the stone wall. Six tall regular characters were engraved on it: "There are endless mountains and endless waters."
This was a reflection of her newly comprehended "cold water" sword intention. From it, she saw a vast and endless expanse of cold water, with a lofty and endless artistic conception.
The woman in the white dress softly chanted "The water has no end...the water has no end". Clouds and mist surged everywhere, and the rays of light bloomed.
When she was almost disappointed, she finally found the person she was waiting for. Her master called himself "Wuya" and no one knew about it except her. What else could it be if it wasn't God's will?
Shui Qingru returned to her original place in the air, watching the slightly blurred woman in the white dress making a huge noise, but she did not make a sound to disturb her.
After a while, the figure of the charming lady gradually solidified and revealed her true appearance. The distance between the two was no longer vague. The eyes exposed above the white gauze smiled brightly and said: "Friend Qing Ru, you can get this cliff in front of you." With the approval of the ancient scripture wall, please sacrifice and accept this precious treasure of the small world. I am the scripture wall weapon spirit. If you have any doubts, I will tell you everything openly and honestly."
Shui Qingru's heart beat several times with dissatisfaction, but she slowly suppressed it.
She knew the weight of a small treasure, but she always felt a little careless when such a good thing happened to her so easily. What seemed to be wrong?
Mr. Donkey often recited the jargon of Jianghu, "What's on the pole is not a deal, it may be a trap." She had heard it too much, and she was wary of the good things that came to her door, and she had to think more.
In the past few years, the master had asked Chief Yun to summon the mountain chief and warn all the fifth-level monks in the sect not to go to the Meteorite Canyon in the Western Continent for training, and not to try to accept the recognition of a precious weapon spirit there.
After she advanced to the fifth level and came out of seclusion, the mountain chief personally talked to her, and she still remembers it. "My cultivation qualifications are poor, and I don't have much ink in my belly. Please tell me, Madam Charming, why you chose me?"
Shui Qingru asked seriously as she could not see the woman with fluttering robes ten feet away.
Madam Jingmei smiled and said: "Can you practice to the fifth level if you have poor qualifications? Can you develop eyesight? Diligence can make up for the lack of skills, and at most it can only make up for the third level. In the end, what you cultivate is talent and opportunity. You don't have to belittle yourself. Your cultivation Your qualifications are not bad, but your technique is wrong. Thanks to your extraordinary perseverance and hard work, you were able to struggle on the muddy path to create a world."
Shui Qingru thought without making a sound.
She knows how much hardship she has endured.
Madam Jingmei sighed and said: "To tell you the truth, I can't wait any longer. It's almost enough. I have missed many talented people in the past. If I delay for a thousand years, I may not meet the right candidate in the future. For you, It’s just a treasure, but for me it’s an opportunity to go to the upper world, so please believe my sincerity, otherwise, why don’t you ask your master?”
She can't tell the unknown woman that you may be related to the master.
There are some things that cannot be said out loud because the time has not yet come.
Shui Qingru waited for the other party's words, took out the flying sword without hesitation, and asked: "Can a message be sent from here?"
Madam Jingmei smiled and said: "After all, you still don't believe me. Do I look like a bad guy? It's strange. Your master has accepted such a sinister guy as You Laoguai, and you are too cautious with me... Let's go, let's leave After traveling three hundred miles through the mountain, you can send another message to Guanzhu Zhang."
Shui Qingru pretended not to hear the other party's complaints and flew out with Madam Jingmei, when suddenly she heard an uproar coming from far behind her.
"Look, a new scripture has appeared, 'The mountains are endless, the water is endless,' a stone-engraved scripture with a vast and vast artistic conception."
"Have any sixth-level seniors arrived?"
"Hey, when did Senior Shui who had been staying here leave?"
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The water was as clear as flying three hundred miles away, and came to the familiar bank of Yue Crow Lake. He stopped, muttered a few words silently, and waved his hand to shoot the flying sword in the sky. Since the master and Lady Jingmei are familiar with each other, it would not be wrong to ask. .
The flying sword circled three times and fell back into Shui Qingru's hand.
"Is your master in retreat?"
Lady Jing Mei was speechless. She asked for a good thing that no one else could ask for.
Why is this girl so stubborn?
Shui Qingru erased the contents of the flying sword, silently recited a sentence, and waved it out again. The flying sword still fell back into her hand. She was puzzled. Taoist Yun who was with the master also went into seclusion?
After thinking about it, I sent a message to the sect's pumpkin. This time it went smoothly.
It was not done by the charming lady.
Shui Qingru smiled and said, "Let's go, you and I will go to the altar to collect the treasures of Little World. I heard that we won't be able to collect the treasures in just a few decades."
"Ha, you must believe me. When walking in the world of cultivation, be careful not to suffer any disadvantages. But it is our fate to meet someone like me who looks kind and has a kind heart."
Lady Jing Mei was so happy that she opened up her chatterbox and wanted to say as much as she wanted.
(Some pitfalls from the past have been filled in as long as Lao Yan remembered them)
