If it were the former prime minister, he might be very angry when he heard such a story.
But the scholar in white who had been sitting by the stream under Mojian Cliff was very calm and quiet. He lowered his head and drank wine. After a long time, the scholar looked at the spots on his clothes and a certain... A goddess stepped on the footprints with her bare feet and said with a soft smile: "So what?"
Mu Yaofeng didn't seem to be surprised by the Prime Minister's answer. He just said softly: "There are just some things that I need to confirm with the dean to make it clearer."
Qing Xiang turned to look at Mu Yaofeng and said slowly: "People who are looking at fate also want to ask such a thing?"
Mu Yaofeng said sincerely: "Just looking at it, everyone can be a person whose destiny is three feet away. What's more, some things are people three feet away. Liuyun Sword Sect Chen Yunxi stood behind that story, and then Even my uncle can't pry, everything can only be found from the trajectory of human history."
Chen Yunxi.
When the prime minister heard such a name, he fell silent.
Ye Hanzhong was about to be captured by Qing Xiang, but in the hands of such a swordsman, there was a sword intention from Chen Yunxi, which broke through Qing Xiang's Taoism, and even tried to kill the scholar there.
From then on, the Prime Minister knew that these stories in the world were inseparable from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Everyone talks about the view of mountains and rivers.
It’s just that there are many cultivation places in the world, how good can they be?
This was probably the reason why the scholar and Wang Xiaoer were talking about those things when they were in the town.
The Prime Minister was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Chen Yunxi, Chen Yunxi, he is already invincible in the world, what can you do?"
Although there is still a certain boy and a certain goddess Yao Ji in the world.
It's just that both of them are people who won't interfere in these stories.
Such an ancient three swords are naturally invincible.
Mu Yaofeng looked up at the sky and said softly: "There will be no invincible people in the world. Life will lead to death, comings and goings will happen. The road is constant and easy to come and go. How can there be invincible people in the world?"
Sir, what is this Taoist looking at?
There once was a truly invincible person in Mojianya.
Just being invincible will eventually destroy the inner thoughts - there will be opposition in life.
The prime minister patted his butt and stood up, drinking wine and walking along the clear stream.
"Speaking of such things in the human world has no substantive significance. The world is no longer unheard of the Tao."
Mu Yaofeng watched the scholar slap his butt and leave, and asked curiously: "Where is the dean going?"
The prime minister stopped, looked around, and then said in a disappointed tone: "The guest who has been waiting for a long time hasn't arrived, probably because he doesn't want to see me. He happened to be in the East China Sea. I'm going to see the place where that old boy Cong Ren died."
Mu Yaofeng smiled slightly and said, "This junior also wants to take a look."
The Prime Minister looked back at Mu Yaofeng for a long time, and then said slowly: "It seems that Qi Yimen is also suspicious of such a story."
Mu Yaofeng said sincerely: "Uncle Master couldn't understand why Senior Cong Ren died like this. If he hadn't been so seriously injured in order to prevent those cross-current sword intentions from falling into the wider world, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive." Why don’t I come and take a look.”
The Prime Minister turned back, walked slowly, and said: "No matter who you think it is, it's the same. Those who have answers will always have answers. Those who don't have answers, even if Senior Qingyi comes, there will be no answers after all. Maybe. Cong Ren really died like this. After all, no one has ever said that the three swordsmen in the world must die vigorously. If this is really the case, then when the saint died, why was it that only Senior Qinglian did it? Is he seeing him off?"
"Maybe so."
Mu Yaofeng didn't argue.
...
Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.
There is indeed a young man in Qingshang living in the East China Sea, not even far from the then Prime Minister.
When the scholar in white was drinking by the dusk stream, the young man in green clothes was drinking on the edge of the cliff.
At a certain moment, the human town felt as if the clouds and mist had become a little thinner, and the figures on the cliffs were vaguely visible. But in the blink of an eye, everything changed again, and the clouds and mist on the high cliffs were billowing, as if nothing had ever happened before.
The man felt that he must have drank too much today to have such hallucinations.
I am just a mortal, how can I meet such a heavenly being?
So he lowered his head and continued to tell his children the story of the ten years when the Sword Sect was also called the Qinglian Sword Sect.
Qiu Xi'er sat on the sword platform, holding down her sword. She would naturally know who such a young man was.
It's just that she vaguely heard some sounds that shouldn't be heard in Gaoya.
Not at the Zhuo Jian Tai on the top of the cliff, but at the bottom of the cliff, among the cliffs that have been isolated for thousands of years.
Cao Weiying sat alone on the edge of the cliff drinking wine, carrying a sword picked up from the stream behind her back - that sword was called Fang Cun, which was once Nan Yi's sword, and the corresponding sword was called Lingtai. , is Qing Yi’s sword, which was later left to Bai Yi.
Cao Weiying actually didn't remember which sword she used when she was acting as the cliff master on the cliff.
Probably that's not important.
What's important?
Cao Weiying tilted his head and drank the wine, thinking for a long time, and then said softly: "This is the 20th year of the new calendar in Huai'an, and Xieqiao has left Mojian Cliff and gone to Nanyi City. He is naturally very chic, Come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say.”
"Elder brother stood three thousand feet away with his sword held high against his crown, thinking seriously about when he would be able to cross that one foot."
"There is no second senior brother in Mojianya. Although I am the third senior brother, I am still the second senior brother."
"Fifth Junior Brother has no name all his life, tempering his sword on the sword level, until he dies in Huaidu. If you go down and take a look now, you should still be able to see him there."
"Sixth Junior Sister... Qingzhu belongs to your branch..."
Cao Weiying thought about it seriously and said, "It's because you are too naughty. She should be reading in Qingzhu Juli at this time. She is a quiet person and very good-looking."
The young man in Qing Shang didn't know what he was thinking of. He chuckled and said, "Back then, Bai Yi liked to cling to her. When Qing Zhu was sitting on the stream rock reading a book, he would jump into the water with a plop and play with her feet there. .”
This is probably an ancestral anecdote that Qiu Shui has never known.
"Seventh Junior Brother Jueli and Eighth Junior Brother, who are also known as Demon Ancestors in later generations, are practicing swordsmanship in the valley. In fact, the world has always thought that the Seventh Junior Brother and the Eighth Junior Brother are somewhat unsmiling, but in fact, at the beginning of the story, they were also He loves to laugh, and the eighth junior brother is an extremely gentle person that is rare in the world. It was only after the death of his seventh senior brother that he began to change his temper."
"White clothes..."
When the young man Qingshang said this, he sighed with regret.
"Ninth Junior Brother Baiyi is probably sleeping lazily in a stone house on the cliff. If the master had not chosen to break away from the sky, that Junior Brother might really be able to be stable and unrestrained with the talent that makes all sword cultivators resentful. live that whole life.”
"The tenth junior brother, Huaian, or the only person in the north who has mastered the art of swordsmanship, Muyu, is on the side of the sword cliff, guarding the path up the cliff that he has split open."
After Cao Weiying said this, he did not continue.
Qiu Xi'er waited for a long time, and then asked slowly: "Where is the last disciple of Jianya's generation?"
Cao Weiying was silent for a long time and said softly: "That is a poor man. He was originally a disciple of Nan Yi and the third younger brother of Emperor Huai. It's a pity that he was born with a bad fate and was buried in the River Styx for too long... ..It’s okay not to mention it.”
Qiu Xi'er didn't say any more. Listening to the voices that came from the years, she turned her head and crossed the sword steps and looked down.
It's a pity that the clouds and mist are curling up on the high cliff, so only the sound can be heard but no one can be seen.
"Where was the master at that time?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "I was here at that time, sitting on the edge of the cliff, watching the East China Sea and drinking wine. And the master was sitting on the Zhuojian platform, waiting for a certain sword to be sharpened. "
So in fact, this is a scene in the memory of this young man Qingshang.
"I was the first person to cross the one-foot sword intention left by my master back then. I was probably in my thirties at that time, and it was more than a thousand years ago. I don't even remember it."
Cao Weiying squinted her eyes and recalled the story from a thousand years ago very carefully.
"I was not very happy at that time. On the contrary, I was very melancholy because I was at a loss."
"So I sat on the edge of the cliff, drinking wine, and asked the master sincerely, I have reached the end of Mojian Cliff, if I want to go forward, what kind of place should I go to?"
The young man said with emotion.
"Master is very calm - he is always like this. If he is angry, he will not see any angry look. When Master Nanyi was driven off the cliff, the look on Master's face did not change. He Dressed in green clothes, he is as quiet as the green grass everywhere in the world. Sometimes we always regard the few strands of white hair on his temples being stirred by the clouds as the embodiment of his emotions."
"He told me very calmly at that time that there was indeed no way up, and even if there was, it was meaningless."
"When he was a beggar, he probably felt that the world was so big that he could never finish it in his lifetime. But sitting on the cliff, he told me that the world was too small."
Cao Weiying stopped as he spoke and looked at the 490,000-mile East China Sea for a long time.
"The world is too small, which is never something worth lamenting. What really makes people feel that the wind is bitter is that we can't get out of such a small world."
The voices all over the cliff fell silent at this moment.
Qiu Xi'er looked at it silently for a long time, and then said softly: "How can a person like Master not be able to get out?"
Cao Weiying did not answer such a question, but said softly: "The road is like the blue sky, I...can't reach it alone."
Qiu Xi'er suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the young man in green clothes. After a long time, he said softly: "It turns out that I just don't want to go out."
Such a young man in green clothes didn't talk about me, he talked about the world, about us.
Cao Weiying still didn't answer, and still just said softly: "Of course people can't forget their roots, nor can they forget their origins. Practitioners are born from heaven and earth, and they float in the world as wind and grass floating in the sky, but plants and trees have roots, even if they can walk No matter how far you go, you will eventually return to the earth. It’s hard to leave your homeland, it’s hard to leave your homeland..."
When the young man turned back, he was smiling slightly, but his eyes had a very rich color, maybe it was the twilight, maybe it was the color of the wind. Deep and full, just like an overflowing lake in the human world.
"Qiu Xi'er, can you understand the weight of these four words?"
Qiu Xi'er did not answer. It might be difficult for a woman in a white dress who had been estranged from the world in Jianya for a long time to understand such an emotion.
But a certain woman in orange, dressed in the color of autumn water, might be able to understand.
Back then, when the demon clan in the world lived in the Youhuang Mountains, a certain lame deer would often stand on those high black soil cliffs, looking at the world with tears in his eyes.
Therefore, when such a woman knew that her end was approaching, she went down the cliff, passed through the world sincerely, and died in the autumn water.
Cao Weiying turned around and continued to sit on the edge of the cliff looking at the world, drinking the wine that had been brewing for thousands of years in her gourd.
The sound from under the cliff is still there.
This is a story about a young man’s past that cannot be forgotten.
It's just that he let such a high cliff return to Huai'an for twenty years in the new calendar, but did not go down to take a look.
Qiu Xi'er sat there in silence for a long time, looked at the young man, and said slowly: "The master suddenly came to the cliff, and telling such a story will inevitably make people think too much."
Cao Weiying said softly: "Don't doubt yourself, what you think is correct."
Qiu Xi'er silently turned her head to look at a certain scholar who was going north with the Taoist to find the place where a sword cultivator from the human sword sect died.
"Is the matter of the goddess really intolerable?"
Although Qiu Xi'er didn't want to ask about such a thing, everything was already laid out in front of her, so she naturally had to ask.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "It's not that it's unacceptable, but Yao Ji has never thought of following the wishes of the world from the beginning to the end. She has experienced the world under the River Styx, holding on to all vain thoughts, feeling that she was born in Under the protection of gods and ghosts, it is the best choice for the world. The prime minister doesn't know these things, so he believes that Yao Ji will bring the world to a higher level. I can't tell whether her idea is right or wrong. . But people in the world are born free wind grass. They can go or stay, and should not be restricted by gods and ghosts."
The young man in Qingshang, who was carrying a sword, turned his head and looked towards the south of the world.
"Her powers are slowly recovering."
"Before Qiu Shui left, I told her that it would never be possible to allow a righteous god of heaven and earth like Gu Chu to appear in the world again."
On the high cliff, there seemed to be countless sounds of swords rising along with the calm words of such a young man.
The sound of swords was loud and clear.
However, there were not that many swords on the cliff.
"On the fifteenth floor of the avenue, there is a god in the world. As long as she is willing to stay at that level, I will naturally ignore such things."
Back in the Jingsi Lake, Cao Weiying got seeds from Ming Mayfly, and instantly entered the spirit witch, and then such a scholar figured out how to be a partial god in the world. From then on, the young man stopped asking about such ancient Chu ghosts and gods.
Even the Prime Minister said before the Taiyi Spring Festival that in Huaian at present, as long as he is willing to use all his strength, he may not be able to overthrow such a goddess.
"The human world will have the strength to fight against such a ghost."
"But the gods of heaven and earth, this is an area that is almost untouchable for the current human world."
Cao Weiying looked at the south calmly.
Didn't go on.
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time, and then asked a question that many people may have speculated on.
"How did those people in the Eastern Emperor's Taida Division have only their souls left?"
Cao Weiying did not answer, but just smiled softly and said: "Of course it is impossible for me to win over a supreme god and ghost like Donghuang Taiyi."
The answer is of course clear.
Qiu Xi'er did not continue to ask, but sat in silence for a long time by such a clear spring.
After a long time, the contemporary Jian Cliff Cliff Master looked at such a young man and asked softly: "When will Master really wake up?"
Cao Weiying said slowly: "When it's time to wake up, you will wake up naturally."
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while and said softly: "Why not now?"
"Although the sword cultivator is unreasonable, he will not bully the young in the world, or bully the weak in gods and ghosts."
The young man in Qingshang raised his head, smiled slightly, and said: "What's more, Qinglian has been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years, so there must be a suitable opponent who can challenge my sword."
Qing Yi is invincible throughout his life.
Naturally, his third disciple didn't want to follow in that footsteps.
Cultivation is inherently boring.
It would be even more regrettable if there is no opponent.
Just like a scholar cannot become an official.
Just like a cook who has no guests.
Sword cultivators can live without swords, but they cannot live without swordsmen.
Qiu Xi'er said softly: "Qiu Xi'er is waiting for the day when we can see the sea."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed, my sword will never be seen in the world."
The Sword of Kamigawa almost destroyed Donghai.
The best sword in the world.
Of course it is the invisible sword in the world.
If you hear it, you will be hurt, if you see it, you will die.
Qiu Xi'er didn't know what she thought of, but she suddenly fell silent. She pressed the sword on her knees and saw a waterfall of green silk hanging down beside the clear spring.
After a long time, the woman who took over the position of Lord of Jianyaya from Qiu Shuihui said softly: "Master."
Cao Weiying looked back at the woman. Seeing her expression, she seemed to understand something. She smiled slightly and said, "Mojian Cliff is very high, but it's never how high the cliff is. It's the height of the cliff. people."
"You are not someone who should sit on a high cliff and not care about worldly affairs, so why should you?"
Qiu Xi'er raised her head and looked at the young man in Qingshang in front of her with a complicated expression.
The meaning of grass as firefly is naturally simple.
Mojian Cliff is no longer the Mojian Cliff it used to be.
Such a high cliff, which was originally the place where the four major cultivators were located, has long ceased to exist in name only.
Otherwise, why would so many such things happen in the world?
Cao Weiying chuckled and turned back.
"After I leave, let Mojian Cliff disappear."
The meaning of letting Mojian Cliff disappear naturally does not mean that there will no longer be high cliffs in the world.
On the contrary, it means letting Gao Ya enter the world.
Entering the world is the end of a story like that.
"Where's the sword?"
Qiu Xi'er asked such a question.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "If Kamikawa can take it away, then give it to Kamikawa. If Nandao can take it, then give it to Nandao."
"But the problem is that both of them can take away such a sword."
"That's their problem. Why worry about something you can't see? If Kamigawa wants to destroy the world, do you think Qiushui can stop him?"
Qiu Xi'er fell silent, and then said softly: "Okay."
Good calligraphy for swordsmanship.
Of course it's the only one.
