The feeling of wielding a sword is naturally unparalleled.
When the story of a scholar in white who died in Shanyue City under the volleys of thirteen Yi's bows spread to the world, the world probably felt the same way.
In the hands of such a scholar, Nanfang fell into a story full of blood and fire. Even if he had been a good person for thousands of years, just one thing like this was enough to make the world forget what this scholar had done to the development of the world in the past. Many things.
And Nanyi City's feelings for such a scholar are naturally deeper and more complicated than elsewhere in the south.
When the news of the death of the prime minister came, the only remaining people in such an ancient city looked at the scholar sitting quietly on the bridge, as if waiting for something.
The young scholar named Yun Hu Zhizhi accepted such a result calmly.
The scholar sat at the bridge for a long time, as if he was listening to the world telling such a story, or just looking at the autumn world in a daze.
After a long time, the scholar put down the book in his hand, stood up, and slowly knelt down.
The world thought he would kneel in the direction where a scholar in white clothes died.
Just not.
Yun Huzhi knelt in front of the people in Nanyi City, smashed his forehead on the stone slab of the ancient city that was once stained with blood and washed clean by the rain, then stood up, picked up the scroll, and remained silent left here.
Everyone thought that the scholar would return to Huangliang and never be heard from again.
But soon they realized they were wrong.
The scholar put away his usual gentle smile, became silent and calm, and changed into a more elegant and solemn robe. On the third day after the death of the Prime Minister, he appeared in Nanyi City with the gentlemen from the Wenhua Academy. On the street, they were talking very seriously about the spring recruitment that was delayed in March this year and would be held in the autumn.
People suddenly realized that they should change their name to such a scholar.
For example, the dean.
It's just such a thing, maybe the form is bigger than the reality.
After all, Nanyi City today, not to mention its attitude towards such an academy, the impact of such a rebellious war has already killed those who once lived in the ancient city. Escape.
But there is probably one thing that people have not thought of, and that is that the peach demon of the Human Sword Sect, Cong Xin, changed the door on the day when Xuanxuyuan announced the autumn move, and changed the Human Sword Sect into the Peach Blossom Sword Sect. It is to start recruiting disciples.
Of course, before that, she might prefer to recruit some sword cultivators.
After all, she really doesn't know how to use a sword.
It's just that the human world south of Shanyue has long been in ruins during the war. Whether it is the recruitment of students in the Xuanxu Academy or the recruitment of disciples by the Peach Blossom Sword Sect, it probably has a rather lonely ending.
People would just watch the activities of these two families in silence.
Of course the world doesn't know.
One evening in July, the scholar on the bridge and the woman on the bow looked at each other pitifully for a long time.
——How should we conduct everything from now on?
The scholar who is said to be familiar with human books asked such a question in confusion.
The peach-clad woman who seemed to have walked out of the painting was carrying the peach-branch-like sword on her back. She silently watched the rays of light falling and sinking into the river. It took her a long time before she said softly: "It's better to start over from the beginning."
Yunhu looked at the woman on the bow of the boat for an unknown length of time and said slowly: "How to start from the beginning?"
Cong Xin raised his head with his sword in his hand, looked at Yun Hu Zhizhi, and said calmly: "Lend me two sword tactics."
Yunhu let out a soft sigh, probably very surprised by Cong Xin's idea, but he didn't say anything. He just said softly: "Xuanshuyuan is never closed. You can go and see it at any time if you want."
Cong Xin nodded and the boat sailed against the current.
"When I master the sword, I will be your swordsman for three years."
...
Of course, such a story in the dusk is naturally just a simple story.
It's not that important whether Cong Xin becomes the kendo master of Xuanxuyuan or not.
Yun Hu didn't know that he was probably equally surprised when he saw the man in black robe at the end of July.
Everyone knows that the Heavenly Prison has a prison master in Huai.
But not many people knew him, and naturally there were even fewer people who knew his details.
Liu Qinghe is very tall.
But Yunhu didn't want to be a little white flower that was spied on.
The scholar stood on the bamboo path, looking at the uninvited man in a black robe with gold patterns, and bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"I don't know if Yunhu of Xuanxuyuan has met Prison Master Liu."
Liu Qinghe didn't have his usual smile. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar for a long time. After a long time, he slowly said: "What path are you on?"
Yunhu didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered that in the small building of Tanchun Garden, the Prime Minister didn't ask anything, but he answered "I don't know" first.
The scholar was stunned for a long time before he raised his head, looked at Liu Qinghe and said calmly: "I don't know."
Yunhu didn't know.
Of course I don't know.
Just like Qingtian Dao.
After hearing such an answer, Liu Qinghe still looked deeply at Yun Hu Wenzhu, and said slowly: "What do you want?"
The scholar was silent for a long time, perhaps thinking about the time when he had the idea and was talking longingly about something to a certain boy.
——"If cultivating Taoism can incorporate demon transformation, then when the world asks you why you practice Taoism, you can tell them."
"For immortality."
"Imagine that many years later, thousands of avenues will be chasing immortality together. What a wonderful scene this is!"
...
The scholar was silent for a long time, and then replied firmly: "Eternal life."
Liu Qinghe seemed to be a little uninterested, turned his head to look at the bamboo forest on the side, and said lightly: "It turns out to be another twelfth floor."
Yun Hu was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Is the story on the twelfth floor necessarily wrong?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Whether it's wrong or right, there must be an answer before the world can judge it. Can you give it?"
After hearing such words, Yunhu looked up at the sky and laughed softly - such a scholar has indeed changed a lot after the death of the prime minister.
In the past, he probably rarely acted in such a flamboyant manner, let alone in front of people like Liu Qinghe.
After laughing all the time, the scholar lowered his head and said calmly: "I can't give it within a hundred years."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Where's the thousand years?"
The scholar said calmly: "The thousand years old book is the answer."
Therefore, it is probably meaningless for such a Lord of Hell to ask such a question here.
Immortality is naturally not a matter of three to five years.
Liu Qinghe said nothing more and calmly took out a very crude sword from his sleeve.
The shape of the sword is naturally crude, but the material of the sword and the sword intention on it are obviously not the same.
This is the sword that Cong Ren asked the Prime Minister to find a certain East China Sea blacksmith to forge.
Yunhu looked at the sword in surprise, then looked at Liu Qinghe.
The Huaidu Great Ape didn't say anything, he just calmly threw out the sword in his hand and stuck it straight into the bamboo forest nearby.
"This is the moment."
Liu Qinghe's eyes moved away from the sword and fell on the scholar.
"The node of time is here. There will be no answer after a thousand years. It will cut off some stories."
Yun Hu seemed to realize something, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Cong Ren's Karma Sword?"
Liu Qinghe did not answer this question, but calmly walked towards the depths of Xuansheyuan.
Yunhu stood there for an unknown amount of time, looking at the sword stuck there like an ugly bamboo. Maybe some bamboo leaves had fallen, and it had been covered with dust and mud for several years. No one in the world would have imagined that this could be someone. The sword used by Jian Sanjian.
When Yunhu found Liu Qinghe again, the Lord of Hell was standing in the bamboo forest in the library, looking down at a tree that was obviously not bamboo.
Yun Hu looked there in surprise. Even the scholar who had been staying in the library for a long time did not notice that there was such a thing here.
"Is this a peach tree?"
The scholar frowned and said with some surprise.
Liu Qinghe stretched out his hand to touch the branches and leaves of the peach tree that had not grown yet, and said calmly: "This is a door."
It's like a dream but not a dream, there is no door to the world.
Yunhu fell silent, seeming to realize something.
After a long time, the scholar said softly: "How do people get in?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "I haven't been in, so of course I don't know. You have to ask people who have been in."
Yunhu didn't know what to say.
Liu Qinghe didn't care about such a peach tree anymore. He walked back to the bamboo forest path and said calmly: "At the end of the year, there will be people coming from the Imperial College and the Que School."
Yunhu stood there in silence. He naturally knew what such a sentence meant.
After a long time, he looked at the back of Liu Qinghe walking on the path and said slowly: "Your Majesty, are you going to put Xuanxuyuan under the control of Sophora Capital?"
Liu Qinghe did not answer, but asked calmly: "Give me a reason not to interfere."
Yunhu fell silent.
Before the Great Wind Calendar, one thousand and four years ago, Xuanxuyuan had many reasons.
But after such a wildfire in the south passed.
There is nothing left in such an academy.
In fact, if it weren't for the extremely outstanding research results of the Mathematics and Physics Academy and the Fengwu Academy of Xuanxu Academy, such an academy would probably be on the verge of collapse after the defeat of Prime Minister Qing.
Yunhu followed Liu Qinghe's footsteps and said in a deep voice: "Xuanshuyuan always keeps something of its own."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "You can decide for yourself about the internal structure. Tian Yu will not participate in such things. If you have to fight for it, you can discuss it with the Imperial College and Que Yi Men in the future."
Yunhu remained silent for a while and said softly: "Okay."
Liu Qinghe didn't know what he was thinking of. He tilted his head and stopped on the bamboo forest path, listening quietly to the sounds of the wind. After a long time, he slowly said: "Shanyue City and the surrounding green mountains have been razed. The land is leveled, and the Tongtian River is diverted and merged into it. In the future, a large southern lake will probably be formed, and Xuanxuyuan will open a new academy there in the future. It will serve as the general academy of the world and accept the control of the human world, the Sophora Capital, and the spiritual world."
Yunhu frowned and looked at Liu Qinghe, probably remembering Liu Qinghe's actions just now, and said in a deep voice: "Why is it located there?"
When Liu Qinghe walked into Xuanshu Courtyard, he showed his usual smile for the first time.
“The journey from mountains to plains has always had a very good symbolic meaning.”
Yun Huzhidao raised his head and looked to the north. Shanyue City had naturally been destroyed, but Lingnan was still there, so of course the scholar couldn't see the stories over there - and maybe he was lucky that he couldn't.
"What's the point?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "It is not necessary to climb a high mountain to study."
The scholar was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Maybe it is true, but..."
After all, the scholar still didn't finish that sentence.
How can the prime minister be Gao Shan?
Such a scholar who has lived for thousands of years is the real smooth road to study in the world.
Liu Qinghe glanced at Yun Hu Wenzhi. Since he did not continue speaking, Liu Qinghe naturally did not ask. He just walked towards the Xuanxu courtyard and said slowly: "I want to take away something."
Such a Lord of Heavenly Prison probably came to Xuanxuyuan for three things.
Tell something, leave something, and take something away.
Yun Hu looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise, remained silent for a while, and asked: "What does the prison master want to take away?"
"The first solution to the Sword of Cause and Effect."
Liu Qinghe said calmly.
Naturally, Prime Minister Qing got such a sword art from Cong Ren.
It's a pity that there is still only one Zhang Xiaoyu in the world today who has learned such a sword.
"Why?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Some things are not good things for the human world. Have you ever seen Mojianya teaching the world a line in the world? Things like the Karma Sword are the same as a line in the world. If they stay in the world, they will only leading to more chaotic results.”
Perhaps it is.
Before Cong Ren sent out that sword, no one had ever thought that sword cultivator's sword could not only appear in the present.
In a sense, the contribution of a sword cultivator like Cong Ren to sword cultivators may not be inferior to that of Senior Brother Mo Jian Ya Seven.
It's a pity that the Sword of Cause and Effect involves too much and is too complicated.
It is often difficult for the world to get started.
I am also glad that it is difficult for the world to get started.
If everyone knew how to use the Karma Sword, this story would not be told.
"If you don't want to stay in the human world, why don't you stay in Huaidu?"
"A fish cannot escape from the abyss, and a country's sharp weapons cannot be shown to others."
Liu Qinghe looked at the scholar in front of him very calmly.
"Of course people in the world can travel to the sea and reach the sky, but there are some things that people in the world should not hold, such as Yi's Bow, the Thread in the World, and the Sword of Cause and Effect."
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu sneered, looked at Liu Qinghe and said: "Yes, I admit that in the world today, everyone is still enthusiastic, even in Huaidu. The world is a great prince, and everyone is selfless. But Lord Prisoner, what will happen after a thousand years? "
Liu Qinghe just smiled and said: "Don't talk to me about thousand-year-old truths. Heavenly Hell is a place with manslaughter quotas. It is a place where there is no suspicion of guilt. These things were not proposed by Your Majesty, but by me. Come out. Don’t think that I, Liu Qinghe, am really a gentle and good person. Let me tell you, Yunhu doesn’t know. Although everyone is unwilling to admit it, you must clearly realize that centralization is the essence of human society. Even if Huang When Liang Zuo Cheng tried to evade imperial power, he had no intention of delegating power to the world."
The great ape peeks at the white flowers, but of course he has a tiger in mind sniffing the roses.
But no matter how carefully you sniff the roses, the tiger will remain a tiger, not a house cat.
Of course Liu Baiyuan is Liu Baiyuan.
Not everyone is like a certain boy and deserves his patient treatment.
Yun Hu stood there in silence, saying nothing.
Liu Qinghe walked towards the library.
Yunhu looked deeply at the big ape's back and said slowly: "Is this your Majesty's intention?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes."
The scholar stood there breathing heavily. Liu Qinghe's words obviously had a great impact on the scholar's cognition.
"If this is done, conflicts among humans will inevitably intensify after a thousand years..."
Liu Qinghe stood at the door of the library, looked back at the scholar, and said calmly: "If we didn't do this, wouldn't there be conflicts in the world? People in the world cannot speak the same language, and the world cannot flow together. Everything in the years will be the same. Divide and go away until you stand on the opposite side. This move of Huaidu can at least ensure that the world will not be chaotic for a thousand years."
Yun Hu didn't know what he wanted to say, but when he heard Liu Qinghe's last sentence, promising that the world would not be chaotic for thousands of years, he seemed to realize something. He looked at Liu Qinghe in great shock. Such a smart scholar, but at this moment he also said something. Speechless.
Liu Qinghe's expression softened a bit. He looked at the scholar and said slowly: "It seems that you have guessed what will happen in the world next."
It took Yunhu a long time to recover, and he said softly: "Your Majesty..."
Liu Qinghe looked back to the north and said with regret: "Your Majesty is about to abdicate."
Yunhu stood there with a complicated expression.
Even not long ago, his teacher and many teachers in Xuansheyuan died in the hands of Huaido and died under the will of such a majesty.
However, when he really heard the news that Kamigawa was about to abdicate, he still felt very confused and panicked.
There are thousands of mountains and hundreds of rivers in the world.
But for the world, the Demon Emperor Divine River from Huangliang is probably the only high mountain river in the past thousand years.
The scholar seemed to suddenly understand why Huaidu suddenly acted so fiercely. It was clear that the rebellion in the south could be solved in many ways. Even if he, Liu Qinghe, took action himself, the world would not really criticize him for anything.
But Huaidu chose thirteen Yi's Bows to level the entire mountain and river.
The sharp weapons of the country cannot be shown to others.
It's probably an emergency when you show it to others.
Huaidu is trying to shock the world.
Yunhu thought for a long time, but finally said nothing and bowed to Liu Qinghe.
"Prison Master, please excuse me."
