Snow fell silently outside the window.
Inside the window, Bai Qian was using tongs to add neatly chopped charcoal to the stove.
The flames licked the charcoal, gradually turning it red. The flames grew hotter and the room grew warmer.
"The dean seems to think highly of that young man?" someone standing aside asked.
"They symbolize the future of this world, and we are just some old, diseased trees." Bai Qian said calmly while adding charcoal.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Most people think that they will be thousands of sails in the past and thousands of trees in the coming spring.
But no matter what kind of boats and trees they are, they will eventually turn into diseased trees and sunken boats.
Saying this, Bai Qian looked up at the person who just spoke: "Mr. Zhou, is there any news about that child?"
The man named Mr. Zhou is wearing a black cloak, tall and has a serious expression.
He heard Bai Qian ask that person and was a little surprised for a moment: "Why is the dean always so concerned about that traitor?"
Bai Qian shook her head: "I'm just a little uneasy."
"That day when he broke his aura, it can be said that his path to martial arts in this life is over." Mr. Zhou said calmly: "Even if he wants to achieve something more, I'm afraid he won't be able to do so."
Bai Qian coughed lightly: "I don't think so."
"Pingye has a tough mind. If he can survive this, his future fortunes may be limitless."
Before Bai Qian finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.
There was a clear and evenly spaced knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask.
"When I heard the two teachers talking about me, I couldn't help but want to meet them." A weak and elegant voice came from outside the door.
Mr. Zhou showed an expression of incredible surprise, while Bai Qian sighed: "Since you are here, let's meet him."
"Thank you for your permission, teacher." The other party said this as he opened the door and walked in.
Feng Xue walked in with his people outside the door, and Bai Qian couldn't help but cough again.
Liu Pingye was dressed in white, but his figure was extremely withered. He looked at Bai Qian who was sitting by the fire and said softly: "Teacher has lost weight."
But it seems that Liu Pingye has become thinner.
When we first met in the forest, he could be regarded as a miserable scholar with a prosperous spirit, but now, with his sunken cheeks and pale face, he looked like a poor man who was about to die of hunger.
There is still the feeling of being a great student at Egret Academy.
"What happened?" Bai Qian looked at Liu Pingye and couldn't help but ask.
"Ruqing is dead." Liu Pingye said briefly.
At the beginning, he did not hesitate to betray Bailu Academy for that woman. Later, in order to save her, he obtained the relic and even tried to participate in the killing of Kong Wu.
But in the end everything came to nothing.
The woman eventually died.
He was left alone in this world.
"Death is the most important thing." Bai Qian sighed and said, "Since Miss Ruqing is dead, we will not pursue everything in the past."
"My matter does not require the teacher's investigation or sympathy." Liu Pingye looked at Bai Qian and said.
"Of course that includes you." Liu Pingye raised his head and looked at Mr. Zhou, who had been silent.
"Master Supervisor."
"This is probably what you want to see."
"A famous disciple with a promising future ended up ruined because of a woman. But in the end he couldn't even save the woman's life, so he could only return here like a lost dog."
Liu Pingye's deep voice contained a little pain.
But deep within the pain is an extreme peace.
"Should I kneel down and beg the two teachers for forgiveness? After all, it's not too late for the prodigal to turn back."
"I can still occupy a place in Bailu Academy and continue to study knowledge, practice swordsmanship, benefit the world and the people, and act chivalrously and righteously."
"It's like nothing ever happened."
Bai Qian looked at the painful middle-aged man in front of her and listened to the heavy and cold words coming from his mouth.
Finally he let out a long sigh: "Pingye, you have fallen into the devil's path after all."
"Really?" Liu Pingye raised his head and asked softly.
"Then what is the magic way? Teacher?"
“Is it a devil to do something that most people don’t approve of?”
"Even if I didn't hurt anyone?"
"I just fell in love with someone I shouldn't have liked. Am I a devil?"
"When a person stubbornly believes that he is not wrong, he has entered the devil's way." Bai Qian looked at Liu Pingye and explained softly.
"This world is inherently difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. No one can be sure that he or she is doing the right thing."
"But if someone insists that everything he does is correct, then even if there is room for recovery, he will still head towards the end without looking back."
"That's right." Liu Pingye smiled bitterly and nodded.
"So I went ahead and did what I thought was right."
Liu Ping came to Bailu Academy at night.
Bai Qian quietly looked at the haggard student in front of her, sighed slightly, and finally took a step forward.
Liu Pingye subconsciously took a step back.
Bai Qian continued to move forward. He was wearing a thin white shirt, his beard and hair were white, and his face was full of wrinkles. After all, this old man who was once the fourth in the world and now is the eighth in the world is really old.
But now when facing this student, he seemed slightly excited.
Finally, Bai Qian put his hand on Liu Pingye's shoulder and grabbed the disciple who was looking at him with some force: "If you don't do anything now, you still have a chance to come back."
Liu Pingye closed his eyes and shook his head with some difficulty: "Teacher."
"For some things, if you take the first step, there will be a second step."
As he said this, he curled his right hand slightly, and then pushed his palm towards the teacher who had grabbed his shoulder.
The Palm of Ecstasy.
Dying.
At such a close distance, there was no time to dodge.
In fact, Bai Qian didn't dodge at all.
Liu Pingye hit Bai Qian in the abdomen with one palm, and the old man flew backward instantly. Mr. Zhou flew to catch Bai Qian, and glared at Liu Pingye who suddenly took action: "You evil beast, you bully your master and destroy your ancestors." You can really do this!"
This is the Palm of Sadness and Ecstasy. Liu Pingye's initial Kongwu's defense was broken by this palm.
Of course, in terms of pure martial arts level, Liu Pingye may be higher than Kong Wu.
But in terms of physical strength and physical defense, Kong Wu can be said to be a man standing at the top of the world.
And Bai Qian is just a decayed old man.
Liu Pingye stood there, looking at Bai Qian who was vomiting blood in Mr. Zhou's arms, with a trace of pain on his expression: "Why didn't you hide!"
Yes, with Bai Qian's strength, he has a chance to avoid it.
Not to mention that Liu Pingye did not hide his murderous intent and malice at all.
This wasn't even a sneak attack, it was just a sudden attack at most.
Bai Qian vomited blood in Mr. Zhou's arms, and the blood dyed his white beard red. He looked at the student in white in front of him and said softly: "So, you hate me, right?"
Liu Pingye nodded slowly with some difficulty.
"I actually kind of hope that the teacher can kill me here."
"Otherwise I will definitely kill more people."
"Stop talking to him, he has become a demon." Mr. Zhou said loudly: "We should immediately summon all the students in the college and kill this demon immediately!"
"Yeah, I almost forgot, I'm obsessed with it." Liu Pingye said, then moved his arm back and held the hilt of the sword.
Pull it out calmly.
What he pulled out was a pure black long sword.
The name of the sword is to eliminate demons.
"Get out of the way!" In Mr. Zhou's arms, Bai Qian struggled to stand up and pushed Mr. Zhou away.
Mr. Zhou looked at the old man who stood up again in disbelief: "Dean, you are so seriously injured..."
"It's just a minor injury." Bai Qian said calmly.
"It's really interesting. Teacher, are you finally willing to compete with me?" Liu Pingye laughed out loud.
He looked up at the zenith.
This is the guest house of Bailu Academy.
"I can't see the sky, teacher."
"You think so?"
Saying this, he tightened his grip on the demon slayer and drew a line toward the sky.
Sword energy.
In an instant, the entire roof was cut open by his sword, and the snowy sky appeared in front of everyone. The strong wind swept through, and the snowflakes fell. The stove that originally burned the whole room with warmth turned into a fragile candle at this moment. fire.
Burning in vain but not warming the air at all.
"Good sword." Bai Qian held her chest and coughed, while looking at Liu Pingye and said, "I didn't expect that even so, your swordsmanship could still improve so much."
Even stronger than the original invisible sword.
"Teacher, you will have more surprises." Liu Pingye said lightly: "I have always hoped that I can be ahead of the teacher in the way of swordsmanship, but the more I practice swordsmanship, the greater the gap between me and you."
"There was even a time when I was desperate."
"Until, some time ago, I finally saw the true way of the sword."
Bai Qian looked at Liu Pingye without saying anything, and just pulled out his sword from his waist.
Snow-white and slender, the sword is named Hanguang.
Mr. Zhou saw that the decisive battle between the two people was about to begin, and he felt anxious.
Although his own martial arts is also good, no matter how good he is, there is no way to compare with Bai Qian. It is even said that Liu Pingye, who suddenly came to Bailu Academy at this moment, showed martial arts that far exceeded his own level of strength.
This was not a battle he could rashly intervene in.
He jumped suddenly and reached the sky above the ruined guest house.
In fact, it was early in the morning and many students were still asleep.
How could they have imagined that after nightfall, Bailu Academy would face such a battle.
On the other side, Bai Qian had already drawn his sword.
It’s still the Spring River with flowers and moonlight night, and it’s still the Spring River with the tide reaching the sea level.
Even though Bai Qian was seriously injured at this time, holding the sword in his hand and swinging the sword, he was still the best swordsman in the world.
I saw the bright waves forming a line, heading towards Liu Pingye in front of me.
"Chunjiang Flower Moon Sword." Liu Pingye laughed loudly: "I, Liu, am so virtuous and capable that I can let the teacher use this sword to face the enemy."
Saying this, he held the sword in his hand and stabbed straight forward.
The sword of gloomy ecstasy.
Heartbreaking.
It was a straight black sword light, connected in a line. After Liu Pingye drew his sword, he still moved forward, facing the wave of light and thrust straight out.
At this moment, the connected wave was torn apart by Liu Pingye's sword, but immediately, the second sword came in front of him.
The bright moon rises together on the sea.
The reason why Bai Qian uses the sword with one move, one style, one sword and one sword is because each sword corresponds to the other's artistic conception.
At this time, the Lian Hai Sword had just been broken, and the Yuesheng Sword had already come one after another. The clustered snow-white moonlight came straight towards Liu Pingye, and Liu Pingye's face was illuminated by the sword.
But there was no trace of fear on his face.
There was only a vague excitement.
"What a move, the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide." He laughed loudly, raising the demon-killing sword in his hand high, and falling lightly with the sword.
"The shadow alone hurts."
Where there is a moon, there is a shadow. Otherwise, how can the shadows become three persons?
At this moment, facing this sword like the moon, he could only break it with his shadow.
The dark sword energy enveloped the demon-killing sword in his hand. Facing the bright moon, Liu Pingye slashed out at the moon.
The full moon-like sword light was immediately split into two halves, and immediately, Liu Pingye took another step forward.
However, Bai Qian's third sword had also arrived at the same time.
The ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles.
What Liu Ping faced that night was the millions of pieces of moonlight that shone on the sea after the birth of the moon.
Moonlight is sword light.
At this time, there were tens of thousands of sword lights, shining directly for thousands of miles.
Bai Qian's expression was solemn, and he waved the cold light sword up and down in his hand. Thousands of sword lights came from the sword's edge like floating light across the water, and rushed towards Liu Pingye.
This is Chunjiang Huayue Sword. Each sword has a perfect artistic conception and perfect sword technique.
It is recognized by everyone in the world as the best sword in the world.
Liu Pingye held the sword in his hand and was a little confused for a moment.
Yes, this is the swordsmanship that he has tried to catch up with throughout his life, but has never been able to achieve it.
Such perfect, so smooth, such powerful swordsmanship.
"You are indeed a teacher." Liu Pingye praised loudly: "But if I can break this sword technique, I am afraid that I will finally be able to surpass you, teacher, today."
"This is my honor, isn't it the teacher's honor?"
While shouting like this, Liu Pingye held his sword horizontally and pushed forward with his left hand.
Another sad ecstasy palm.
Its name is drunken life, dreamed of death.
At this moment, not only was Bai Qian's swordsmanship superb, Liu Pingye seemed to have undergone a transformation this time. Not only was his internal strength far better than before, but even his moves were exquisite, beyond everyone's imagination.
He moved his palm forward, and at that moment, the wind of his palm pushed out and collided with the sword energy. The two were offset from each other. At the same time, the sword energy of the fish that slipped through the net was also blocked by Liu Pingye's horizontal sword.
Sometimes it's slow, then it's fast.
Actually only for a moment.
Liu Pingye didn't hesitate at all after blocking Lianyuan Suibo for thousands of miles.
Still swinging his sword forward.
He came here just to kill his master.
Bai Qian looked at the disciple in front of him and sighed.
"Then, the fourth sword."
"Where is the spring river without the moonlight?"
In the midst of the shattered sword light, Bai Qian finally stepped forward with his sword in hand. It was no longer the sword energy but his own sword thrust.
The tip of Liu Pingye's demon-killing sword came into contact.
The fire suddenly rose in the dark night.
