All the mighty wind, rain, thunder and fire were stopped by that sword.
But that sword did not appear in this world.
But it fell many years ago.
Qiankun Taoism dispersed.
The two landed on the long street again.
The old Taoist looked down at the inexplicable old sword wound on his chest. He was full of surprise. He was silent for a long time and said softly: "What kind of sword is this?"
The young Taoist looked at his master and said softly: "The Sword of Cause and Effect."
The old Taoist laughed, and the wind and rain came through the sword hole.
"This hexagram has indeed become very good." The old Taoist looked at the young Taoist with joy. "I didn't count."
If it is not among the thousands of hexagrams, it cannot be calculated.
The hexagrams throughout the rainy night were full of confusion.
Just to make the old Taoist people have no intention to calculate many things.
The wind and rain continued, but the murderous intention before was no longer there.
Just wind and rain.
Washing the long street, everything comes from the desert and settles in the human world.
The young Taoist stood in the rain, raised his palms and bowed deeply to the old Taoist. Then he picked up the umbrella that fell on the ground, turned and walked out of the long street.
"I thought you would take this opportunity to kill me." The old Taoist said softly, looking down at the hole in his heart.
The young Taoist priest stood in the wind and rain on the long street, his Taoist robe fluttering.
"I can't do it, Master." The young Taoist turned back and looked at the old Taoist, "Junior brother and the others will not let go of this opportunity - after this strike, Master, you will lose control of Qingtian Dao."
The young man seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he said nothing and turned around and left in the wind.
The old Taoist knows what he wants to say.
——This is the deepest ruthlessness I can do.
The old Taoist stood silently, and the old wound that suddenly appeared on his heart began to bleed again because of this battle with his disciple.
It fell to the ground with a drip-tap-tap-tap.
The old Taoist looked to the south.
I started thinking, when did that sword fall?
Large galaxies began to appear in the old Taoist's eyes.
The stars flowed and fell in a certain year in the human world.
...
In the nine hundred and twenty-third year of the Gale Calendar, in December, there was heavy snow in the world.
Nanyi City.
In the heavily snowy Nanyi City, there was a young Taoist standing on the long street. The Taoist was very young, just over twenty years old, and his brows were still full of the youthful spirit that had not yet been shed.
The Taoist came from the north, and when he came, the world was still full of spring. When he traveled all the way to Nanyi City, it was already the season of heavy snow.
Even the snow all over the city can't suppress the prosperous scenery in Nanyi City.
This is something that a place like Qingtian Road hidden deep in the green mountains cannot have.
The young Taoist walked along the long street, looking around, and then stopped in front of a vendor selling candied haws.
The Taoist looked at it for a long time, took out a few pennies from the soles of his shoes, bought one, leaned on the guardrail of the snow-covered river, ate it in small bites, and looked at the world quietly.
The Taoist only ate candied haws once when he was very young.
That was when he was five years old. When his father took him out for the last time, he rummaged in his arms for a long time, took out a penny, bought a candied haws, and stuffed it into his hand.
After he finished eating the candied haws, he followed the Taoist who suddenly visited Qingtian Road.
Since then, I haven't left that green mountain again for many years.
Until the truth is fulfilled.
Yes.
The Taoist is very young.
But it is already the realm of human beings.
Throughout the 2,000-year history of the spiritual world, it is extremely rare for young people to enter the Great Dao at an age.
"Bai Fengyu?"
Someone was calling the young Taoist's name.
Bai Fengyu turned around and saw a yawning middle-aged man lying on a bridge in Nanyi City watching the snow.
In other words, it is a demon.
A demon dressed in white.
But Bai Fengyu couldn't see what kind of monster he was.
It's just that nine hundred years ago, the world didn't distinguish between humans and demons, so Bai Fengyu didn't question the middle-aged man's identity. He just took a bite of the candied haws, looked at him and asked, "How do you know me?" name?"
The middle-aged man smiled lazily and said, "When I saw you, I felt like something was coming. I called you casually, but I didn't expect that you were actually called by that name."
Bai Fengyu naturally didn't believe it and said: "Your Excellency, you don't look like an ordinary person. I guess you draw the sword very quickly, so it must be called Cong Ren."
Cong Ren looked at him with a strange expression. He didn't know if he was joking or if he really felt that way. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "My name is indeed Cong Ren."
Bai Fengyu shrugged and said: "I came here today to see Senior Cong Ren. If I see him, I will tell him about your offending him."
It seemed like he was joking.
Cong Ren thought so.
So he thought it was very interesting, laughed, and said: "Then remember to ask him for me, is it bitter or sweet if candied haws go with wine?"
Bai Fengyu thought this question was very strange, but he didn't delve into it and just said, "I'll try my best."
Cong Ren lay on the bridge and watched him for a long time. The latter was eating candied haws calmly, licking the sugar stains on the stick clean after every bite of a hawthorn.
"Aren't you curious how I know your name?"
Bai Fengyu put down the candied haws in his hand and looked at the heavy snow, his brows full of pride.
"It's time for the world to know my name."
"Is it a great road?"
"It's a great road."
Bai Fengyu said arrogantly.
"sharp!"
Cong Ren praised.
"That's natural!"
Cong Ren laughed and walked off the bridge.
Bai Fengyu watched Cong Ren's figure leaving in the wind and snow, and secretly speculated.
White clothes, evil spirit.
Could it be the president of Huangliangxuanshu Academy, Bai Yiqingxiang?
The white clothes are really handsome.
Bai Fengyu also wanted to wear white clothes, but people in Qingtian Dao did not wear white clothes, so he gave up the idea.
After eating the candied haws in the snow on the river bank, Bai Fengyu asked a passerby about the location of the Sword Sect in the World, and then walked in the wind and snow.
When Bai Fengyu arrived at the Human Sword Sect, the people in the Sword Sect were playing cards.
In the porter's room, four or five disciples gathered around a table with a stove, fighting each other hard.
Although Bai Fengyu didn't quite understand the culture of playing cards, he didn't ask too much and politely asked where their master was.
A disciple showed him the way, and Bai Fengyu stepped on the thick snow, walked through the snow forest of the inclined bridge, and headed towards a pond.
Then he saw Cong Ren with a smile on his face under the peach tree.
"Why are you here?"
Bai Fengyu was stunned for a moment.
Cong Ren looked at him and smiled: "Because I am really Cong Ren."
...
Beitai stood in the wind and rain and looked at the old Taoist. He knew what the old Taoist was looking for.
The time when the sword fell.
But until here, there is still no sign.
When the old Taoist recalled this, he also smiled, as if he was laughing at his stupidity and simplicity.
Then the stars flowed and continued.
...
It took Bai Fengyu a long time to get out of that embarrassing situation.
Naturally, I didn't ask Cong Ren whether it was bitter or sweet to drink wine with candied haws.
Cong Ren laughed for a long time under the peach tree beside the bridge, amid the peach blossoms and snow.
"When I entered the Dao at the age of twenty, even my master, Cong Zhongxiao, never lived like this back then, and neither did I. It's time for the world to know your name, Bai Fengyu."
Bai Fengyu stood by the pond proudly, and said with a slight smile: "In a hundred years of life, they will still hear the name Bai Fengyu for many more years."
Cong Ren smiled slightly and said, "So what are you doing in Nanyi City?"
"Learning the sword."
"Why?"
Bai Fengyu looked at Cong Ren with reverence and said: "There are thousands of avenues. The seniors have learned from the world, and the juniors also have this ambition."
Cong Ren did not refuse or agree, he just looked at Bai Fengyu calmly.
"My talent is not good. My master often said this to me in the past. I entered the Taoism very late." Cong Ren looked at Bai Fengyu and said, "Do you know why I can practice Witch Ghost Buddhism at the same time?"
Bai Fengyu was silent for a long time and then said: "Because senior lived a long time."
"Yes." Cong Ren stood up, walked towards Bai Fengyu, walked to a pool and looked at the snow on the edge of the pool. "Your talent is very high, beyond my reach. When your master took you under his disciple, I heard about it - the world has already heard of your name."
Bai Fengyu listened quietly, knowing that Cong Ren would not just praise his talent.
Sure enough, Cong Ren's next words had a different meaning.
"But in life, talent alone is not enough. Your talent is very high, but after all, you are only a human being."
"Why can Taoist saints know everything about the human world?"
Cong Ren smiled and said: "Because he is a Taoist saint. In the words of thousands of years ago, if he wants to do something, he will always be the best in the world, and Li Queyi will always be the best in the world."
Bai Fengyu stood quietly by a pool.
"I think I can do that too."
Young people are naturally always confident and arrogant.
Cong Ren chuckled softly, turned around, walked back to the bridge, and lay down by the bridge.
"Then prove it to me."
...
The old Taoist's memories stopped here.
He looked down at his heart.
Yes, this is it.
After Cong Ren said this sentence back then, it should have been - I will teach you a sword at that time.
But what the old Taoist saw in those memories was a different picture.
Suddenly there was a sword in Cong Ren's hand.
Square inch.
Now you can learn this sword.
Cong Ren said.
Bai Fengyu hasn't reacted yet.
That sword had already passed through his heart.
The old Taoist's memory ended, and the stars disappeared in his eyes.
Holding her chest and bending down in the rainy night, she kept coughing.
What a sword cause and effect!
The corners of the old Taoist's lips were full of blood and he was coughing violently.
Yes, but isn't this the fulfillment of what Cong Ren said back then?
Bai Fengyu proved that he had enough talent.
To stir up trouble in the world.
So Cong Ren taught him a sword.
In the nine hundred and twenty-three years of Dafeng calendar.
The first time we met in the snow in December.
only.
What is this?
Bai Fengyu kept coughing, then raised his head and looked under the eaves.
A sword came out of the wind and rain.
It fell into Bai Fengyu's hands, and then stabbed the boy who had followed all his memories under the eaves on a rainy night.
The sword of rain stops at the tip of Beitai's nose.
"What do you want?"
Beitai looked at the sword in front of him for a long time, looked up at the old Taoist in front of him, and said softly: "Do me a favor."
