All the difficult things must be faced eventually.
Xie Chaoyu finally got on the boat that the disciple named Ye Zhuliu floated from the sea.
It's just that this Taoist sat at the stern of the boat, and the next disciple sat at the front of the boat. They didn't want to see each other, which was probably much better.
As for Wang Xiaohua, she sat in the middle of the boat to prevent the boat from turning over and to cover many things for the two of them.
The little Taoist boy was still blindfolded, sitting in the boat and looking up.
Although she couldn't see anything, Wang Xiaohua felt that if she lowered her head, she wouldn't even know where the wind was blowing.
"How far is that fairy mountain from the human world?"
Wang Xiaohua probably felt that the atmosphere on the boat was a bit solemn. Although she didn't know why it was so solemn, she thought about it and found a topic to talk about.
The fortune teller did not speak.
Maybe he was thinking about that sword cultivator, maybe he was also thinking about another sword cultivator.
Both are difficult questions.
One is an unpredictable leaf in the palm of one's hand, an ethical guideline that has existed in the human world for hundreds of years.
How would the world view their disciple marrying his great-grandmother?
hiss.
This is the first time that Bu Suanzi has faced such a problem beyond this world.
It would be difficult for the world to see such a situation happening in a hundred years.
Therefore, there probably will be no similar experience taught to such a Taoist in the human world.
Ye Zhuliu, who was in the boat at night, glanced at the Taoist priest with his back to him and his back to him, as if he was trying to find an excellent answer to the problem from the experience of the world, and then looked at the man sitting across the boat. There was a little Taoist boy with a prick in his arms, and he said, "We're going far away. If you're tired, you can take a nap first."
As for the Immortal Mountain, Ye Zhuliu didn't answer.
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Then can you hold my hand?"
Ye Zhuliu asked: "Why?"
"Because Master didn't hold my hand, I was afraid of getting lost."
Ye Zhuliu looked at the piece of Taoist robe covering Wang Xiaohua's eyes, thought for a moment, then sat forward and stretched out his hand.
Wang Xiaohua originally thought that the hands of such a Taoist with a young voice should be very smooth and delicate. However, when she held it, she found that the Taoist's hands were a bit rough, just like Bu Suanzi's.
The little Taoist boy rubbed Ye Zhuliu's palm with his fingertips out of curiosity.
"Why are senior brothers' hands so rough?"
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and asked in the direction of the young Taoist.
Ye Zhuliu smiled softly and said, "Because this is the trace left by us trying to hold our destiny in our hands."
Wang Xiaohua was shocked when she heard such words.
She naturally knew who her master was and where she was going.
only.
Can something like fate really be held in one's hands?
"How do you hold it, senior brother?"
Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.
Ye Zhuliu said softly: "If you want to hold a gust of wind, how do you do it?"
The little Daotong sat on the boat and blew the sea breeze. He stretched out his hand and thought for a long time in the night, but he didn't think of how to hold it.
Then she heard a tearing sound.
It was like someone had torn his clothes.
Then the senior brother thrust a piece of Taoist robe into her hand.
When Wang Xiaohua held such a piece of Taoist robe, she knew how to hold a gust of wind.
That corner of the Taoist robe turned into the shape of the wind!
Wang Xiaohua held her Taoist robe and stretched her hands in the wind, thinking in surprise.
Ye Zhuliu probably saw the surprised expression on Xiao Daotong's face, so he chuckled softly.
"This is how fate is held."
"This is how time is retained."
“The answer to many problems lies in transforming abstract things into concrete existence.”
Wang Xiaohua put down the Taoist robe in her hand and looked in the direction of the Taoist in the darkness.
"Is this a missing Taoist skill?"
Ye Zhuliu held Xiao Daotong's hand tightly.
"This is the dialectical technique of materialism."
The little Taoist boy was a little confused.
After thinking for a long time, her little head facing the night wind became drowsy. Wang Xiaohua could not figure out what such simple words meant.
So Xiao Daotong yawned, and then he remembered that he actually wanted to sleep just now.
The sea breeze in the human world seems to have suddenly become much smaller.
Wang Xiaohua knew that it must be her senior brother who she had never met before who used Taoism to protect such a small boat, just like her master held her hand while walking in the world.
So the little Taoist boy took his senior brother's hand and found a comfortable position on the boat, where he curled up and fell asleep.
In the small boat on the sea at night, the little Taoist boy fell asleep deeply.
The 70-year-old old Taoist finally turned around and faced the young Taoist who was protecting his junior sister as she slept.
"Let's discuss the relationship between us, Ye Zhuliu."
Ye Zhuliu lowered his head and smiled softly.
"Such things cannot be dialectical. Master, moral things change with the history of human cognition. This is an idealist thing. How to dialectize it? Or I call you Master, and you call me Taiye... .”
Before Ye Zhuliu could finish his words, Bu Suanzi pulled out a mirror and hit it on his face.
Of course, the Taoist's brow bone was very hard, so there was no blood on it. He just caught the mirror that slipped from his face with his backhand.
Ye Zhuliu held the mirror and said with regret, "If the world sees Master like this, they probably won't believe your nonsense."
Xie Chaoyu walks in the world with the name of Bu Suanzi. Naturally, he has fluttering Taoist robes, aloof from the world, and has everything under control.
"I'm a human being, Ye Zhuliu. I'm not a cold mirror or an emotionless logic." Xie Chaoyu was probably a little helpless. "When the saint died, he still lamented the world. Of course, there can be no real people in the world."
The two of them sat quietly on the bow of the boat. After smashing a mirror against their disciple, the Taoist lost a lot of energy and sat down quietly.
Ye Zhuliu looked down at the mirror in his hand and discovered that there were some cracks on it. This was certainly not caused by the fortune teller hitting him in the face.
Those cracks were left by this Taoist who forcibly deduced the location of the Wuguishen Sect in March of the year 1003 of the Dafeng Calendar.
"It seems that the mirror that Master made back then is too old."
Ye Zhuliu said with a sigh.
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Yes, it needs to replace the underlying logic."
The two said nothing more, and Ye Zhuliu put the mirror away.
The boat sailed in the vast darkness toward the overseas fairyland island that Wang Xiaohua imagined.
...
Xie Chunxue went to Huaidu.
It's just that this female swordsman dressed in white and carrying a snow-like sword probably has different ideas from the other disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
So this former fisherman sat quietly somewhere among the flowers of Pingchuan where the morning breeze was rippling.
When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she felt neither sad nor happy among the bushes.
It's just a sword that cuts across the mountains and rivers, like a barrier of mountain snow.
So the snow plowers came.
The white-ink sword bell swept away the snow, and the Six-tiered Cultivator fell from the mountains and rivers. Holding the sword, he walked towards this senior sister in white, whose talent was considered to be very good even in the entire history of the human sword sect.
"Sister, what do you mean?"
Zhong Saoxue stopped among the flowers and looked at Xie Chunxue who was blocking the way to Sophora Capital with some anger.
Xie Chunxue raised her head, glanced at Zhong Saoxue and the white ink sword in his hand, and said calmly: "It's not interesting, I just don't allow you to pass."
"Master is dead."
"Of course I know that the master is dead. But knowing that the master is dead, I still choose to go to Huaidu to die. This is a stupid thing."
Xie Chunxue looked at the junior brother in front of him quietly.
"That's Huaidu, not Nanyi City. Even if Shenhe is still recovering from his injuries, such a place is not a place you can set foot in."
Zhong Saoxue looked at the woman in white in front of her for a long time and said in a deep voice: "In the face of such things, don't talk about anger but talk about sobriety. I think senior sister has probably been fishing for too many years, making herself forget where she is from. fixed?"
This woman in white, who had been fishing leisurely at the southern lake all year round, was now just sitting there quietly, like a snow-capped mountain lying in front of Zhong Suoxue.
Xueshan raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged sword cultivator quietly.
"Where are you from, a sword cultivator?"
The two of them are naturally sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect.
It's just that people's perceptions are different.
So Xie Chunxue sat quietly in the spring snow all year round, focusing on fishing and not caring about worldly affairs, while Zhong Saoxue went to clear the snow for the Qingtian Taoist because Zhang Xiaoyu had suffered some grievances.
The two faced each other there quietly.
Then there was another sword light coming from the world of heaven and earth, it was the sword shining on the green mountains and the water.
Even though he was fifty years old, the sword cultivator who still retained his magnanimity saw this scene on Pingchuan. Naturally, he understood what he was talking about. He fell down and appeared among the flowers.
"Senior sister, are you going to use the blocking sword today?"
Xie Chunxue said calmly: "It's just a sword that prevents you from committing suicide. If I can stop you, what's the point of going to Huaidu? It's nothing more than a repeat of the history of Jianya disciples committing suicide to Emperor Huaidu. . In a sword sect, there must be someone to do such a thing. Qinglian was not here back then, but I, Xie Chunxue, am still here today."
"But there are some things that Huaidu must give an explanation to the Human Sword Sect."
Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "Even if the master died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu in the end, everyone saw the sword of Donghai. Your Majesty also needs to give an explanation to the world."
Xie Chunxue just sat in the bushes, dressed in white with fallen flowers piled on top, with a sword of white snow falling on his knees.
"Of course you can, but you need to get past me first."
Shan Zhaoshui and Zhong Saoxue stood there in silence.
Sword intent crosses the river.
With such a senior sister sitting here, the two of them will naturally not be opponents.
So you need to wait silently.
Until the sword light spreads everywhere in the human world, and disciples from all directions come.
So when some sword intent fell towards this sea of flowers, the eyes of the world finally noticed the movement of such a plain.
Just like what Zhuang Baiyi and Zhang Xiaoyu said before.
The disciples of the Human Sword Sect always live quietly somewhere in the human world, watching life and death for hundreds of years, and then leave behind the legend of secular immortals and leave quietly.
When those Taoists standing in the distant mountains and peeping saw many sword lights that had been forgotten by the world staying in Pingchuan, they probably finally understood that the sword sect in the world just lived in Nanyi City and played cards, but it was called today's sword sect. The reason why he is the leader of swordsmanship in the world.
Shan Zhaoshui is a young man, a fifty-year-old six-layer cultivator.
And such a sword sect, which has been dormant in the world for thousands of years and lies on top of the human and demon races, has been filled with the names of the demon-turning sword and the purest demon cultivator in its long history.
There are naturally very few above the nine stacks.
However, under the nine stacks, many sword cultivators stood in such a sea of flowers like green bamboo shoots in spring.
Jiang Ye stood inconspicuously among the senior brothers with a sword on his back.
Beside him were the junior brothers who had been in Nanyi City.
This is the disciple of this generation who has not yet entered the Great Dao and has not yet transformed into a demon.
Looking at those ancient senior brothers who finally dug themselves out of the human world until their master died, such a thirty-year-old swordsman sighed deeply.
Of course the Human Sword Sect is very strong.
It’s so powerful that people in the world sometimes see the tip of the iceberg and won’t have any objections.
Just such a white-clothed sword cultivator sister, sitting there so calmly, like an isolated island in a big stream somewhere, facing many great sword cultivators.
Perhaps the woman in white who sits around and fishes in the human world all day long has never thought that there are still many sword cultivators in the human sword sect.
So when she faced those sword cultivators, she was a little slow when she drew the sword.
But the sword was still pulled out.
The woman in white stood up quietly amid Yichuan's sword intent, drew her sword and pointed it at the many sword master brothers.
"please."
...
The young Taoist sat on a distant mountain and looked at the plains of the human world where sword intent flowed across it.
The scene of the woman in white drawing her sword and practicing against the swordsmen is naturally moving, but some torrents cannot be stopped.
The Taoist watched quietly and coughed softly. The sword intent from the Human Sword Sect inevitably caused some commotion in the remaining sword intent in his body.
So I coughed up some blood and looked a little pale.
The Taoist who was attracted back from Huangliang by a sword intention covered his heart with emotion, and there were Taoist texts flowing in his palms, suppressing the sword intention in his body.
"Twenty-seven sword cultivators in the Dao Cliff Master Realm, half of them are human beings and demons, and these are just the ones who have already arrived."
This Taoist who is said to be the most talented Taoist in the world today is like a practitioner who is new to the world of spiritual practice and is amazed by the vastness of the world. He can't help but chuckle.
"It turns out that this is the Sword Sect in the human world, and indeed the Sword Sect is in the human world."
"Liuyun Sword Sect, ahem, can you gather so many high-level sword cultivators, senior?"
Someone behind him said calmly: "No."
The man stood in the green branches and mist of the spring mountain. His body was covered with thick and majestic sword intent. He was completely invisible. Only some white hair and green clothes were floating slowly.
White crowns and blue robes, white clouds and clear streams.
Or maybe it's white hair and blue clothes, white clouds and clear streams.
As the most ancient traditional sword cultivation place in the world today, Liuyun Sword Sect will naturally not accept only those with extremely talented people like the Human Sword Sect.
There are many disciples of such a sword sect, but at the level of upper-level sword cultivation, they are naturally far inferior to such a sword sect that straddles the human and demon clans.
"They account for half of the world's great sword cultivators. The human sword sect has been passed down to this generation for thousands of years. They are indeed the leaders of swordsmanship, and they can also be regarded as the leaders of the world."
Li Shi said softly.
"It's just that when the bow is stretched, it shoots, and when it overflows, it pours out. This is inevitable and must happen. Even if they really live quietly in the world like the world, they will not really be the world after all."
"The world is just a world. When you are angry, you can only cross the world a little bit, instead of traveling through the world like a horse between stone and fire to ask for an explanation from the emperor."
It took the Taoist a long time to suppress the restless sword intent in his body, and then he chuckled and talked to himself.
"As long as there is life, there must be death. These words of the Taoist Saint are still astonishing even after more than a thousand years."
"When you climb up, you will fall down. They don't want to fall down by themselves, so we have to help them."
The man behind him just watched quietly and said nothing.
Li Shi didn't pay attention, he just kept mumbling to himself.
"The sage abandons his wisdom, and the people benefit a hundred times. I am very curious about the reason why the man who rode the green ox left such a sentence in five thousand words."
"That was a story a long time ago." The man in the mountain standing behind Li Shi finally said this softly. "Before the Sword Master left this world, he once went to Hangu Temple, but no one knows what kind of stories happened in the temple, and what he saw. The only thing left to the world is who should be missing after Senior Brother It’s a question of being the viewer.”
Li Shi sighed with emotion for a long time, and then chuckled softly: "So the senior was really wearing a white crown, blue clothes, and white clouds and clear streams?"
"Yes."
"Where's Bai Guan?"
The man said with emotion: "It's broken. When I looked up at the sky, it fell to pieces."
Then the white hair grew in clusters, like a waterfall of snow.
Some people look at the cliff and the crown is shattered, and some people look at the sky and the crown is shattered.
It's probably just self-pity that is beyond the reach of all kinds of feelings.
The sound of wind in the world stopped again after a brief rush.
The story in that plain is over.
The man finally walked out of the green branches and mist. He was dressed in a robe the color of moss and stones in the stream. His hair was as white as snow and his face was straight. He could vaguely see the appearance of a gentle young man back then.
"There are always things in this world that people are afraid of."
This sword cultivator of the same era as Qinglian stood quietly on the top of the mountain and looked down.
Manchuan's sword intent was broken and flew away, and countless sword lights headed north.
The woman in white stood quietly among the flowers holding her sword, looking at her fellow disciples who were leaving.
"Once we were afraid of Nan Yi, then we were afraid of Qing Yi, and then we were afraid of Emperor Huai."
Li Shi raised his head and looked at the sword cultivator with some sadness in his eyes.
"Then what, senior?"
The man just said softly: "What we feared has become true."
"Fear does not come out of thin air. There are always some reasons that make people instinctively make such choices. Only when the road goes back and forth can it be renewed."
The hand holding the sword fell on the Taoist's shoulder.
"You must first become the kind of person you fear before you can truly reach the end. Don't feel guilty, Li Shi."
The Taoist laughed softly and said, "Junior knows better."
