Liu Sanyue was so powerful that it was almost monstrous.
Han Chan discovered this when he and the Taoist were drinking wine in front of the moon in the palace.
Because after Chenjiu mastered the Huaian-flavored winemaking method, he quickly brewed some wines with flavors from around the Liuyun Mountain Range.
This former Lanli servant happily delivered the wine to Han Chan in the evening.
So the sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect found Liu Sanyue, and the two of them got some food together in front of a hall called Feiyun Hall in the north of the palace, and drank wine and watched the moon.
But when she was half drunk, Han Chan squinted her eyes and looked back at March Yin, who was sitting leaning against the guardrail in front of the hall with a slight smile. She found that the Taoist seemed to be covered with a layer of blood. The moonlight is clear.
Han Chan was obviously stunned there.
Liu Sanyue was a little unaware. Looking at the sword cultivator who looked at him in shock, he asked with a strange expression: "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
Han Chan didn't say anything, he just summoned his sword, and in the moonlight of a palace, he struck the Taoist with a sword.
Although Liu Sanyue didn't understand what this meant, he didn't see any murderous intent in Han Chan's eyes. What's more, in such a false capital, if Han Chan can't be trusted, then there will be no one who can be trusted. , naturally there was no way to avoid it.
The sword came very suddenly and very quickly, dragging an arc in the night and falling towards the Taoist's shoulder.
But the next moment, both Liu Sanyue and Han Chan looked at that scene in shock - the sword of Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who was on the fourth level of the avenue, stopped in front of Liu Sanyue and could not move forward.
Liu Sanyue finally realized the strangeness in his body. The wine glass in his hand lowered slightly and he looked down at his arms.
A divine power.
Very majestic.
When Liu Sanyue saw those flickering lights, he finally understood why the half-drunk Han Chan suddenly came with a sword.
But for this Taoist, there is probably nothing very surprising.
Liu Sanyue looked at his mighty divine power unusually. He gripped the wine glass again, stood up, leaned on the guardrail, looked at the quiet palace in the night, and then took a sip of wine. , looked back at Han Chan who was still sitting on the stone steps in front of the palace, smiled softly, and said: "Brother, I am much stronger than you now."
Han Chan sighed softly and said, "It seems that the goddess is much stronger than the human beings now."
The key to some problems is not a secret.
Therefore, both Han Chan and Liu Sanyue could guess the reason for this.
Only by inheriting Yao Ji's divine power can this ugly Taoist divine sea get rid of the pull of the Styx and live in this human world.
Just like when the branches are full of flowers in spring, even the last branches will also have very vigorous vitality.
This is the current situation of Liu Sanyue.
It's just that this Taoist was smiling and talking about those things, but his expression gradually became lonely.
Han Chan poured a glass of wine from the pot, stood up and walked to Liu Sanyue's side, leaning on the railing to look at the world together.
The Liuyun sword cultivator took a sip of the Liuyun wine and said softly: "Junior brother seems to have some troubles."
Liu Sanyue stood there and looked at the night with a silent expression for a long time, then raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said slowly: "Because March has been here, I am really a little regretful."
Han Chan raised an eyebrow and looked at the Taoist.
Liu Sanyue raised his eyes and looked to the north, and said calmly: "I wish I could see the day when the human world is at its peak, and I wish I could see the fruit of the great road. I also hate that the moon in the sky cannot illuminate the ancient and modern flowing water."
Han Chan looked there in silence for a long time, and then said softly: "Probably none of these three things is good."
Liu Sanyue laughed in a low voice and said: "But it's okay not to see it. As the saying goes, prosperity must decline. If the world is really prosperous to the extreme, it will probably gradually perish."
The meaning of prosperity is that from now on, nothing can be restored.
"It's not a bad thing to die when everything looks like spring."
The sword cultivator in white imperial robes stood there silently and said, "What about the great avenue?"
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and looked at his own divine power quietly. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "If you abandon the Tao, you will live; if you see the Tao, you will die."
The divine sea of Qingtian Taoist has been drying up for a long time.
Liu Sanyue patted the guardrail lightly and said sadly: "Perhaps for those who practice Taoism, it is true that when you see the Tao, you will die. If you see the Tao, you must die. Not dying is not enough to follow the Tao."
It's just that it is probably difficult for a Taoist with such divine power - to put it another way, an extremely rich power of the Styx - to shake off the Tao Fruit and step into the realm of the Three Layers of the Tao Sect.
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue quietly for a long time, then turned around, walked not far away, and picked up the long sword that had fallen on the stone steps in front of the palace.
"Perhaps I can help you."
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows and said, "How can you help me, senior brother?"
Han Chan raised his hand and caressed the sword with the moonlight in his hand, and said calmly: "Junior brother once said that sword cultivation is like a horse between stone and fire. If the speed is extremely fast, everything in the world can be broken."
Liu Sanyue seemed to understand something. He looked at the sword in Han Chan's hand and said slowly: "Senior brother, you want to cut off the cord of divine power left by Yao Ji on me?"
Han Chan said softly: "Yes."
The ugly Taoist stood there silently, pondered for a long time, and said, "This is probably just wishful thinking."
Han Chan turned to look at Liu Sanyue and said in a deep voice: "It's just that if you don't have wishful thinking, naturally everything will be invisible. I just want to ask, junior brother, do you want to die in the story of the decline of divine power, or die in pursuit of the great road in the world? In the story?"
Liu Sanyue stood there sighing for a long time, looking at the mountains and rivers of the world under the night, and said slowly: "Of course, it is in the story that one will die if he hears the truth."
Han Chan chuckled lightly, holding a sword flower in the sword in his hand, and then sent it to Liu Sanyue very simply and quickly.
"So why not dream for once?"
Liu Sanyue looked at the long sword in front of him, raised his hand and gently stroked the sword's edge, and said softly: "How should I think about it?"
Han Chan squinted his eyes and looked to the north, and said calmly: "When the sword in the world pours out, the sword from heaven must come. The story of gods and ghosts may be at the end of such an ending. At that time... "
Liu Sanyue also understood, and said softly: "At that time, Yao Ji could no longer care about many things in the world. The divine power in my body was like the flow of the source."
Han Chan took back the sword, found the scabbard on the stone steps, put it into the scabbard, and said slowly: "At that time, I will ignite the divine sea, and come with one sword. This sword..."
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother must catch it."
Liu Sanyue smiled slightly and said: "There is no sword in the world that cannot be caught."
There is no sword in the world that cannot be caught.
It just depends on whether you are dead or alive after taking the sword.
Han Chan didn't say anything more, held the sword again and sat back on the stone steps.
Due to time constraints, there wasn't much wine brewed from the old wine. The two of them had been drinking all night, but there wasn't much left.
But neither Han Chan nor Liu Sanyue were drunk at all, just slightly tipsy.
Maybe it's just right, maybe it's not enough.
Han Chan was holding the jug and looking at the wine in the jug, but Liu Sanyue was still watching the night quietly by the guardrail.
"Senior brother."
Han Chan turned around and looked at the back of the Taoist standing in the moonlight, glowing with divine power.
"Tell me, what is heaven?"
When Han Chan heard such words, he raised his head and looked at the distant and vast night sky for a long time.
It's just that this question is probably not easy to answer.
Han Chan took the wine bottle and returned to the guardrail, poured a glass of Liuyun Wine for Liu Sanyue and himself, and then said softly: "Perhaps it is a certain Jianya cultivator who is sleeping with the moon in his arms. After all... ..”
Han Chan didn't finish what he said, but Liu Sanyue probably knew what kind of words would follow after such a sentence.
After all, in the two thousand years of human life, only those who once Mo Jian Ya can be called heavenly beings.
Although Hangu Temple once held the reputation of being the best in the world for thousands of years, it is just that such an ancient Taoist temple is not enthusiastic about heavenly things.
Therefore, it may not be difficult to guess who such a person in heaven is.
It was just that neither Han Chan nor Liu Sanyue continued to speak. They just stood side by side in front of the main hall, looking at the moonlight that was about to fall in the world in this foreign land.
After a long time, the two of them lowered their heads and sipped the wine in their glasses.
"Senior brother didn't say a word at that time."
Liu Sanyue said suddenly.
Han Chan looked at the Taoist with some confusion. Such a sentence had no beginning and no end. No one would know what it meant.
The Taoist from Qingtian Road chuckled and said: "In fact, at that time, the old wine could be used to brew some wine from Huai'an further north."
Han Chan finally understood it now and said melancholy: "After all, I thought that Junior Brother has a long life ahead of him, so naturally I have never thought about it."
Liu Sansan said with some regret: "Unfortunately, now that I think about it, it's probably a little too late."
Han Chan didn't say anything else and looked at the world quietly.
Maybe the night is indeed a little late.
When looking from the palace to the false capital, most of the lights floating in the night had been extinguished.
"The things in life are inevitable."
The Liuyun sword cultivator said slowly.
"There are always regrets."
Liu Sanyue chuckled softly, holding a small half glass of wine in the glass, and walked along the stone steps while drinking.
"If everything in the world returns to the strong wind..."
The Taoist asked as he walked up the long steps.
"Where will senior brother go?"
Han Chan said very calmly: "Of course we are going back to Huaian."
"If you drink too much of Huangliang's bitter wine, you can get used to it, but it's still not as pleasant as the wine from your hometown. The green hills of Huangliang are endless. If you see them too much, you will feel that they are magnificent and delicate, but after all, it is a foreign land. .”
The King of Chu stood calmly under the night and spoke extremely calmly.
“If the fallen leaves return to their roots, how much less the world’s people?”
Liu Sanyue stopped on the long steps and turned back to look at the senior brother in white imperial robes for a long time. There was a lot of envy in his muddy and ugly eyes.
"It's a pity that I can't go back in March."
Only young people are gone and never come back.
Only March is gone and never comes back.
Han Chan lowered his head to look at Liu Sanyue below, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "Of course junior brother can go back."
There was some luster in Liu Sanyue's eyes.
The ugly Taoist just shook his head slightly.
"I can't go back, senior brother, I'm not Liu Sanyue."
The Taoist said very regretfully.
"Liu Sanyue died in Nanyi City in March of the year 103 of Dafeng calendar."
Han Chan fell silent.
Of course it is.
In the story at the end of last spring.
This Taoist from Huaidu was burned to death by sword fire in such a sword sect when he walked out of the swamp with difficulty.
...
The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages.
Therefore, drinking while looking at the moon is often related to homesickness.
But what Ling Liu Sanyue didn't expect was that after leaving the palace, the Taoist saw the old man Ling Yin who had not spoken for a long time on the long street of the false capital.
Lord Ling Yin was under the eaves of the street, wearing ordinary clothes, quietly looking up at the night moon in the sky.
This scene naturally made Liu Sanyue quite puzzled.
"Why is Lord Ling Yin here tonight?"
Perhaps Ling Yin did not expect to meet Liu Sanyue here. It was not until he heard Liu Sanyue's voice that he turned his head and looked at the ugly Taoist who came out of the palace for a long time.
"Why did Mr. Yin Yuyue come back late at night?"
Liu Sanyue chuckled softly, walked slowly to Ling Yin's side, raised his head, looked at the sky over the eaves, and said softly: "The king has newly acquired a good wine, so he ordered his ministers to enter the palace and drink at night before returning. "
Ling Yin sighed and said, "That's it."
Listening to the old man's tone, Liu Sanyue asked curiously: "What are you sighing for?"
The old man smiled rather sadly and said, "Because I am very envious of Mr. Yin Yuyue's ability to drink at night before returning."
Liu Sanyue seemed to understand something. He turned around and said slowly: "Young Master was born in Huangliang and has lived in the holiday capital for a long time. Is it possible that there is no one with whom I can drink at night?"
Ling Yin stood under the eaves and said softly: "Maybe it was there yesterday, but it's gone today."
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows, somewhat confused as to what Lord Ling Yin meant by these words.
The old man who was once Mr. Changsi of Huangliang Feng said softly: "Mr. Su of Xuanxuyuan died of illness this afternoon."
Hearing such words, Liu Sanyue thought for a long time before finally getting some impressions. Probably this old man was talking about the dean of the Wenhua Academy in Xuanxu Academy in the false capital.
The two are similar in age and had a friendship as classmates.
For a human being who has lived for hundreds of years, there may indeed be no one who can drink at night until this point in his life.
Liu Sanyue followed the old man's gaze, and then said softly: "It turns out that Master Ling Yin is not looking at the moonlight, but at the River Styx."
Of course, what hangs over the heads of the world is not only the heart of the sky but the full moon.
There is also such a big river hanging down from the mountains.
Ling Yin said softly: "Yes."
Liu Sanyue sighed and said softly: "My lord, my condolences."
It's just that this old man didn't have any sad expression, he just looked up quietly at the distant scenery above the human world.
After a long time, the gentleman said softly: "I heard that Lord Yuyue Yin was supposed to die on the other side of the river. He was able to stay in the world for a long time because he was favored by the goddess. I don't know if this is true or not?"
Liu Sanyue glanced at the old man in surprise, then looked down at his own magical power that looked like moonlight. He was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes, why are you curious about this?"
Ling Yin lowered his head and looked at Liu Sanyue for a long time, and said softly: "It's just that sometimes I can't help but feel a little sad about the situation, and get hurt by things, and I will think of many things."
"for example?"
"For example, if the world really returns to the embrace of gods and ghosts, will there be fewer joys and sorrows?"
Liu Sanyue looked at the old man quietly. For some reason, he remembered the old swordsman who planted a sea of flowers at the edge of Daze.
The older a person gets, the more naturally they will believe in things about gods and ghosts.
This is what the old sword cultivator said at the beginning.
When I was young and in my prime, I was high-spirited and full of ambition. I felt that everything was possible, so I scoffed at empty talk.
When I look back on my life in my later years, I realize that this life is short and full of regrets.
Only then can we understand the meaning of placing hope in things outside ourselves.
It doesn't matter if it's just a matter of sustenance, or it doesn't matter if it's as pious as a believer.
"That is impossible, Lord Lingyin."
Liu Sanyue said softly.
"The bright moon in the sky cannot be round, let alone the people in the world?"
"If there is nothing missing, it cannot be perfect; if it is not dead, it cannot be called life. Even if the goddess really has enough power to grant everyone happiness in the world, the world cannot exist without opposition. Only the swamps and the mountains are the character of the human world."
Mr. Ling Yin said melancholy: "You Taoist people really see things too thoroughly, but you lose a lot of human touch."
Liu Sanyue looked at the old man in surprise and asked, "What is human touch?"
Ling Yin smiled and said, "It is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death."
Liu Sanyue fell silent.
Lord Ling Yin may have felt that he had won against such a Taoist, so he smiled with a hint of pride in his youth.
But after a long silence, the Taoist sighed and said: "How can I not be greedy for life and not afraid of death?"
Everyone knows the truth, it is difficult to control small emotions.
Ling Yin looked at Liu Sanyue with some confusion, but the Taoist did not say any more and just walked forward slowly along the long street.
The old man stood there and looked at Liu Sanyue's back for a long time, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped him.
"Lord March Yin."
Liu Sanyue turned around and looked at the old man standing on the street for a long time.
Ling Yin seemed to have something else to say, and stood there hesitantly. After a long time, he sighed and said softly: "Drinking is harmful to the body. It's better for adults to drink less."
Liu Sanyue smiled softly and said, "Thank you, sir, for reminding me. Liu Sanyue is just a broken person. What can he do if he doesn't drink?"
Ling Yin didn't say anything more, just turned his head and looked at the distant yellow mountains for a long time.
