When Shen Yu walked out of the cave, the sun was setting, the sky was filled with burning clouds, and the breeze blew from the distant mountains and forests, like a picture scroll.
Shen Yu took a breath of the fresh air of the mountains and forests, and the fatigue in his body disappeared instantly.
The old man was sitting on a wooden chair in the open space not far away and asked, "Aren't you going to study any more?"
Shen Yu shook his head and said, "Take a break, I looked at it for a bit too long this time."
Wen Ruohai nodded and said: "There is a chair next to you, sit down wherever you want."
Shen Yu nodded, sat on a chair, and then looked at the sky with his eyes closed.
The light at night is as beautiful as fantasy, shining like a colorful silk satin on the horizon, and the woods rustle with the whistling of the wind, making it easy for people to fall asleep.
Wen Ruohai suddenly said: "I have seen the competition between you and Wei Boyang. Is the realm of Taoism a watershed above the divine movement?"
Shen Yu closed his eyes and replied: "You can say that, but I am different from others, and you cannot judge others based on me."
Wen Ruohai straightened up slightly and asked, "How do you say it?"
Shen Yu thought for a while and then said: "My realm cannot be divided entirely by the realm of Taoism. It is extremely difficult to practice both Taoism and swordsmanship. But in the realm of swordsmanship, the distinction between realms is not important. If you practice swordsmanship, you must practice swordsmanship. The following is just the basics, the process of accumulating spiritual power. After reaching the divine movement realm, one can truly connect the sword's intention with the mind, and then communicate the power of heaven and earth. Only at this time can the divine movement realm of a Dao sword practitioner truly surpass the three realms. The same realm of teaching people.”
Shen Yu spoke slowly: "The realm of divine movement and the realm of integration are actually the same realm. However, for three thousand years, some practitioners have divided these realms for some unknown reason. The yin, yang and yang gods merge into one to become the soul, which is the state of no separation. In this realm, some people have a deeper understanding of the soul, and are naturally more powerful, and can even be strong enough to confront the great practitioners of the upper three realms. Wei Boyang is considered to have gone further on this road. one person."
Wen Ruohai asked: "Is this what you said in the city that there is no distance between people?"
Shen Yu said: "Yes."
Wen Ruohai smiled and said: "Interesting, there are countless people who practice Buddhism, Demonism, Taoism and Swordsmanship in the world. They are all obsessed with a certain realm in their eyes, and even put forward countless realm divisions for this purpose. That day Wei Boyang said you You are a sword cultivator, but I don’t know that you have already merged the two avenues and walked out of your own way.”
Wen Ruohai thought for a while and then asked: "As soon as the Taoist soul comes out, it will face a catastrophe of heaven and earth. How will you survive the catastrophe?"
Shen Yu said lightly: "Everything in the world has its own ultimate. Practitioners borrow the aura of heaven and earth to practice, which is regarded as borrowing the cause and effect of heaven. If you borrow something, you must pay it back. Tao cultivation relies on the treasure in the body, and sword cultivation relies on the sword in the hand. There is nothing to say. It’s also very simple to make.”
Wen Ruohai blinked.
Shen Yu paused and said, "It can be broken with one sword."
Wen Ruohai was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.
Shen Yu asked calmly: "Why do you ask this, sir?"
Wen Ruohai stopped smiling, but still had a faint smile on his lips, and said: "To be honest, when I was young, I also thought about the story of the green shirt and sword walking to the end of the world, but I couldn't help it. I probably want to do it in this life. It is impossible to practice both Confucianism and Swordsmanship. I want to hear these stories when I grow old, which can be regarded as making up for my childhood wish."
Shen Yu looked at the old man's face and suddenly felt a little cute for no reason.
Just like when Meng Gui writes a book, Yan Shigu becomes cute when he talks about love.
The people in the academy, young and old, seem to be very lovely.
Shen Yu was a little confused, thinking that the academy three thousand years ago was full of old and rotten people. Although the inside was similar, the way they treated people was completely different.
Wen Ruohai looked at Shen Yu's expression and smiled: "What? Do you think us old masters are a little disrespectful? Haha, as long as you meet the dean, who is Su Mo's father, you will know the reason. That guy Ah... He is really the only weird one among Confucianism in heaven and earth."
This is the first time Shen Yu heard someone describe the current president of the academy
In fact, Shen Yu really wanted to know what the man who gave birth to Su Mo looked like? So he said: "The current president of the academy has a very strange character?"
Wen Ruohai smiled and said nothing, "If you have the opportunity to meet him in the future, you will know. By the way, he seems to be visiting the Demon Realm now, maybe he can actually do it."
Shen Yu hummed.
After resting enough, Shen Yu returned to the cave to read.
Wen Ruohai closed his eyes slightly and murmured: "It's going to rain, and my mother is getting married."
This sentence came just in a voice that Shen Yu could hear. For some reason, Shen Yu only had these two sentences in his heart at this moment.
"rain......."
Shen Yu's fingers rubbed the pages of the book, and something seemed to be looming in his mind.
That kind of thing was hidden in the books he read a few days ago. Those scattered words were printed in his mind at each time period. If it could be pieced together, it would be a complete story.
Time seemed to pass faster and faster, but Shen Yu's brows were still so frowning.
Because he still didn't connect those words, he was confused.
As time passed, Shen Yu was like an old monk in meditation, standing there blankly, the book in his hand motionless.
I don't know when, there was a thunder outside, and then the roar of the mountain wind passed through the cracks on the cliff, making bursts of terrifying rumbles.
Shen Yu seemed to wake up, and turned around to look around. It turned out that it was raining, and the old man was busy moving the chair into the cave.
The rainwater fell on the ground along the eaves of the cave entrance, forming a water curtain.
There was a ticking sound on the ground, and water droplets exploded on the ground and then disappeared.
"Crack."
Another huge drop of water hit the ground.
Looking at this scene, it seems that something has been opened.
Shen Yu's eyes suddenly shrank after a brief pause, and an extremely astonishing light bloomed, and the sword energy was threatening.
"Countless seniors have speculated that there is an invisible will in the sky that controls everything, but no one has ever seen it in thousands of years."
"With the heavy rain that spread across the world thousands of years ago, everything finally changed."
"Countless practitioners broke through as the rain fell, and one person appeared on Cang Qiong Mountain."
"The man built the temple."
"I left my body and traveled to that heavy rain thousands of years ago. I discovered a problem. It is true that the world of cultivation has broken through. However, all the top practitioners in the world died."
"I happened to travel to Nanhe City that year and noticed a heavy rain. After the rain, you appeared in Nanhe City."
A few hundred words, each one struck hard into Shen Yu's heart.
Yes, he remembered.
That sentence was not something I saw in a book these days, but something I had heard with my own ears before.
That place was on the top of the mountain of Guiyun Immortal Sect. The person who said these words to him was called Liu Shouyi, an immortal in the upper three realms of Kunlun Holy Land.
In Shen Yu's eyes, it was like huge waves rising from the calm sea, and his face was terrifyingly serious.
The rain three thousand years ago, the lost era, the fragmentary words in the books, and the pieces of information rolled into Shen Yu's mind like beads.
Then there is an invisible thread connecting all the scattered beads, and the truth of the story is hidden in it.
Wen Ruohai saw the changes in Shen Yu, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you noticed anything?"
"Rain, that heavy rain three thousand years ago."
After Shen Yu finished speaking, he plunged directly into a bookshelf in the deepest part of the cave.
