The water of the lake is blue and crystal clear. The clear lake water is as level as a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, as well as the two green mountains and green trees. Even the flying birds are imprinted in it. Everything is so beautiful that it makes people feel as if they have stepped into a painting.
But for Ling Dabao, it was just walking from one picture scroll into another.
However, the most beautiful thing in this painting is not the scenery, but himself.
Is there anything in the world that can compare to my own beauty? I'm afraid there isn't. Only the place where you are is a priceless painting.
In the boat, there was music and music, and a woman used it to dance a song that shocked the dragon.
Ling Dabao continued to flow toward the lake along the stream. On the way, I saw a beautiful woman in the boat, dressed in brocade clothes, with a beautiful face, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and with a sword, she showed off the myriad things in the world.
There were about hundreds of people watching. Everyone looked panicked and entranced. This woman's beauty would change the color of even heaven and earth, let alone worldly people like them.
Women are dazzling. The dancing skirt brought crystal light. The dazzling sword light was like the rays of light falling from the sun, and her figure was as strong as flying in the sky. The rising and falling of the sword seemed to restrain the shaking thunder. It was all under her control, and the river gave her light.
This sword dance makes Qingshan bow his head. All the scenery captured in the water is incomparable to the beauty emanating from this sword dance.
"That woman is quite a beauty. This three-story ship is magnificent, and the people on it are all dressed in rich clothes. She looks like the young master of a rich and noble family."
"As for the woman, even though she performed a sword dance. Not to mention the gorgeous clothes, every move and every sword contained a general trend, and there were thousands of changes. How could she be an ordinary person and a dancing girl? ?" Taoist Master Lingbao looked at the woman from a distance and murmured.
Although the boat is still in the stream, it has not yet merged into the lake. But the sword light was so dazzling and eye-catching that even the scenery of lakes and mountains could not suppress its sharpness. Instead, he was suppressed by this woman.
"This woman, even if her appearance is not outstanding, but with her temperament and this dance, is enough to capture most of the men in the world. When this woman finishes dancing, she will be the one to be courted by these men. Moments. Just for a spring night, a moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Ling Dabao smiled, rolled up his sleeves and put some water on his temples to make them neater. Make yourself more handsome.
"This kind of woman must come from a famous family. Even though she is dancing a sword, she is also wielding a sword. There is no difference between dancing and swinging a sword."
"This is a sword move. With one strike, the wind and clouds move together, and even the thunder has a faint tendency to be attracted. If you continue to dance, I am afraid it will really attract the thunder."
Ling Dabao lowered his head and looked at the water. At this moment, what was reflected on the lake was not only the face like a flower and the moon, but also the blue sky. There was not a single white cloud within a three-mile radius.
Originally, the sky was blue and white with clouds. But at this moment, it is different. The white clouds three miles away were wisps without any cohesion, as if they were broken by something, and drifted to all directions with the wind.
What broke through the clouds was the sword light that the woman danced and raised.
This is a sword that shakes the wind and clouds together.
In the blue, there was a faint purple line, and the entire sky seemed to be starting to become depressed.
"At that time, not only the people on the boat will suffer. Even I will be implicated. Although the power of this thunder is nothing to me, I can break it with my hand. But what if it doesn't happen? If you accidentally burn a hair on my head, wouldn’t it mean that our perfect bodies have flaws?”
Fortunately, the woman retracted her sword while being tactful. The invisible purple line deep in the sky was only visible for a moment. Then, with the sword retracted, he retreated.
At this moment, the wind stopped. For a moment, there was silence. Everyone held their breath and was still immersed in it, like wisps of white clouds in the sky that were shattered by the sword energy.
As the woman sheathed her sword, the surroundings began to converge. It won't take long for the scattered white clouds to reunite.
So, if the sword energy that the woman slashed out scattered and stirred up the surroundings, will it reunite like the white clouds?
The answer is yes, even if the sword energy has dissipated. But it will always stay in people's hearts and never go away. Because one sword after another is as sharp as a pen, and the words drawn on the white paper are thick and sticky, and they will not fade away even after thousands or ten thousand years.
This sword energy will remain in people's hearts forever. In this life, it will be like the sticky pen and ink that falls on the white paper in their hearts, never dissipating.
Just one sword, the sword energy will never fade. What kind of swordsmanship is this, and what kind of woman is this?
Feeling the purple hidden thread fade away, Ling Dabao raised his head.
"Heaven and man are one... When the sword moves, thunder moves, the wind and clouds move, and all things move. When the sword does not move, everything does not move."
Ling Dabao didn't move when he saw the white cloud. Because there are no floating strands, it seems to be frozen there like ice. What happened was that the falling position of the sword when she sheathed it shocked the world.
The wind stopped, and the wind that originally passed by Ling Dabao stopped there, along with his hair.
"In the realm of unity between heaven and man, I heard what my senior brother said. This is a living immortal. I didn't expect that my spiritual treasure would meet an immortal today. However, since the female immortal is here, she must not be able to escape from me. In the palm of your hand, as soon as you see me, you will fall in love with me deeply.”
Ling Dabao was excited. This living female immortal wanted to test whether her appearance was the best in the world.
Ling Dabao has extremely strong self-confidence in his heart. In this world, as long as he is of the opposite sex, no matter whether he is a human, a ghost, a fairy, or an animal, as long as he sees him, he will fall deeply in love with him, and he will never be able to do it in this life. No more empathy for others.
He began to drive the boat so that he could merge into the lake faster and get closer to the three-story flower boat faster.
The boat was too big, and so were the oars it carried. Although driving in the lake looks slow, it is in contrast to the outside world.
This lake is so wide that you can't even see the end at a glance. The green hills on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are far apart, at least a hundred miles apart. The other side is separated by mountains, which is probably farther. In this vastness, no matter how fast this flower boat travels, it is still slow in Ling Dabao's eyes.
Even if the boat he is riding enters the lake, the rapids under the water will not catch up, and the gap will only get farther and farther.
"That boat is really too big. With all my skills, I can still catch up. But it will take at least half an hour." Ling Dabao kept raising his head, looking at the boat in the distance, and could vaguely see it. After the woman sheathed her sword, the men on the boat who were watching swarmed up.
"It seems that there is no accident. This female immortal has a beautiful appearance, otherwise she would not be coveted by all the men on this ship." Ling Dabao frowned and glanced behind him again.
Although he was extremely confident in his appearance, he was still afraid of being the first to get the upper hand.
"I must have overthought it. Such fairies only exist in the sky. Even in the mortal world, they only stay for a short time. How can I fall in love with ordinary people? Only I, who is an immortal in this world, can fall in the eyes of this female fairy." Ling Dabao laughed. For the first time, he felt stupid for worrying about such a problem.
But he was still anxious because he couldn't wait to see the fairy.
His eyes fell behind him, as if there was something behind him.
Behind him, apart from the branches of the willows, which extended into the stream and blocked some sunlight, there were only a few fallen leaves that were rolled up by his turning around and fell off the branches, slowly falling from the air, and finally It landed on the water and caused a gentle ripple.
Among the ripples, there are two faces, slightly distorted.
These two faces are inherently distorted. But under this ripple of turmoil, it became even more distorted.
These were two bloated faces, like two water ghosts that had drowned in this stream and appeared here to claim someone's life.
In fact, these are indeed two water ghosts who drowned here, but they cannot take the life of Ling Dabao. Because, even if they are ghosts, they still have admiration for the spiritual treasure.
These two female ghosts looked ferocious. In the water, the figure kept going backwards, but after a few steps, it took a few steps forward. It seemed that there was something ahead that made them extremely afraid.
When Ling Dabao saw this scene, he shook his head, smiled, and spoke softly to the water.
"The sword energy has the power to open thunder. This is the divine thunder to exorcise evil spirits. For evil spirits, once they are contaminated by it, their souls will fly away. No wonder you are afraid. I have followed you all the way here, and I have made it difficult for you."
Suddenly, at this moment, there was a shaking sound on both sides of the rear, like an earthquake in the forest, rumbling. Then, dust and smoke billowed up, like gunpowder smoke, rising into the sky.
When Ling Dabao saw this scene, he laughed again, and he smiled very happily.
"Look, they are coming too." Taoist Master Lingbao raised his head again and looked at both sides of the stream.
Smoke and dust billowed behind the trees, and the sound became louder and louder. At this time, it was only a hundred meters away from the river where the boat merged into the lake.
There was a dark shadow coming from behind a big tree.
This was a mountain monkey. After that, black shadows kept appearing in Ling Dabao's sight. These were the very animals that followed him in the forest.
Halfway through, they had to stop because they were tired and gradually fell behind. But after resting, he still rushed over as quickly as possible.
A large number of black shadows rolled up a curtain of dust and smoke as they ran. Almost instantly, he followed closely behind this Ling Dabao.
"It seems that you want to see me for the last time."
Ling Dabao sighed, shook his head, and couldn't help but recite a few poems in response to this scene.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, and this has never been the case in ancient times. It's a pity, it's a pity that the story between us only lasts a few days. You have protected me all the way. This kindness, I... ..”
Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud sound.
After this loud noise, a big wave rose into the sky. Then, there was a strong howling wind, which rolled up all the branches on both sides of the stream. Catkins filled the sky, and were submerged by the water in the blink of an eye.
Then, there was another sound.
For a moment, the boat shook violently in the stream, as if it was in the vast ocean and encountered a tsunami.
Ling Dabao was sitting in the boat. Although the boat was shaking, his body did not move at all, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. But when I felt the stream below flowing faster, I suddenly understood.
The cause of this loud noise was that some animals entered the water and used their own weight to create a momentum for the spirit treasure to push the boat. The sudden howling of the wind was also caused by the two female ghosts. Dabao's farewell.
"It's true that peach blossoms are flowing three thousand feet away, but they are not as good as your love for me!" Ling Dabao was so moved that his eyes filled with tears, and he couldn't help but recite a few lines of poetry.
There was a roar after another, and after the billowing smoke and dust, there was a curtain of water all over the sky. Soon, there was not just one roar, but dozens or dozens of them. The same is true for this big wave, one layer after another, stacked on top of each other, as if reaching into the clouds.
The waves rise and fall in an instant. The huge momentum it has created is certainly no small matter. With one shot, the entire boat flew directly into the sky from the outlet of the stream.
The boat was high in the sky, and with the help of a hundred loud blasts and the blessing of two strong winds, a column of water shot into the sky one after another.
Before the boat landed, the water column followed closely, lifted it up, and flew towards the front of the lake.
This speed is really too fast, at least a hundred times faster than the boat's original speed. It was as if flames were spurting out from behind the boat, shooting straight into the sky.
Ling Dabao flew high into the sky, and seemed to be able to touch the sun with his hand.
He turned around high in the sky and looked down. Seeing the waves in the stream still lingering, with black heads sticking out from them, I couldn't help but smile.
"It is said that animals understand the heart, and today, I was really understood by them. Perhaps, they thought that I was lost in the forest and separated from my companions. After the three-story flower house appeared in the lake, they mistakenly thought that, There were my companions in that boat. So they jumped into the stream one after another to help me and put me on the boat."
The boat rides on the waves, like wild geese crossing this autumn. Little by little, water droplets exploded like fireworks in the sky. Under the sun, they seemed to have countless colors and also formed roads and bridges.
This is a colorful road and bridge, and magpies are needed to pave the way to find love.
........
At this time, no one noticed that something else suddenly appeared in this scene. It was a rainbow of seven colors, crossing the clouds, stained with white frost, and there was also a carp rising from the stream, wanting to jump over the dragon gate to look for the fairy from the nine heavens.
On the flower boat, the woman took back her sword.
She was just wearing a jade skirt, with black hair flowing in the wind, slender phoenix eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that were also phoenix eyes, like stars and bright moons. The pink cheeks and slightly white face are dotted with an exquisite nose and peach red lips, which are simply unique in the world.
Especially the tender and smooth snow-skinned skin, the strange and beautiful color, the light figure, the refined elegance, make this beauty directly called immortal.
When this female immortal dances to a song, she makes these ordinary people sink into despair. They had seen many women and beauties in their lives, but they had never seen a fairy who seemed to have descended from the heavens.
Beautiful, so beautiful. This woman is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.
"Miss Zhou, this dance is astonishing to the heavens. It's only been three months since we last parted, but your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
After this dance, everyone should be immersed in the previous moment. But just then, a voice broke the silence.
The person who broke the silence was a middle-aged scribe.
If you look carefully, you can see that the people on the boat are surrounding these two people.
This middle-aged scribe has gray hair and an ordinary appearance, but he has an extremely strong temperament.
This temperament seems to be constantly changing. For a while, it was like the top of Mount Tai, and it was as motionless as a mountain. After a while, it was like a vast ocean, with the potential of waves. After a while, it was like a gurgling stream, peaceful and distant.
In front of the middle-aged scribe, there was a long table with a scroll spread out.
What is painted in this scroll is a woman dressed in jade and a woman dancing with a sword.
Isn't the woman in the painting the woman in front of the middle-aged scribe? The handwriting is not yet dry, as if it has just been painted, and what is drawn is exactly every move of the woman dancing with the sword.
"Mr. Yan, thank you for your praise. If this dance can bring you some enlightenment and breakthrough, then it will be a blessing for Youruo. They say that Mr. Yan is the saint in the paintings of the Zhou Dynasty. If this dance can bring you some enlightenment, That must be the first among the sages of all ages.”
The woman in jade clothes smiled slightly. How many people's hearts were affected by this smile? For a moment, everyone except the middle-aged scribe stared wide-eyed, trying to carve this smile into their hearts.
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and sighed, saying: "The saint in the painting is just a false name given to me by the world. How could a real saint hide in the world long ago? Miss Zhou's dance is already Extraordinary and saintly. She is already comparable to Aunt Gongsun."
"Mr. Yan is joking, Youluo is ignorant and ignorant, how can he compare to Master." The woman in jade clothes shook her head and said from the bottom of her heart.
Although her dancing skills are unique in the world, it is hard to find anyone who can compare with her. Although she is known as the most talented warrior in the world, she still considers herself inferior to her master.
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "Young people are better than blue people. You can learn the essence of Aunt Gongsun. It can be regarded as the success of the embroidery workshop. Aunt Gongsun has really found a good disciple. In just ten years, she has become a master." Within this year, I will pass on all the legacy of my life. If I have two more decades, Miss Zhou will definitely be better than the previous generation."
Youluo will naturally not let down his master's cultivation. Perhaps, a few years later, the world will think that my blue color is worse than the master's blue color, but Youluo will always think that he is not as good as his master. Because, without the master, Youluo would not be able to gain a foothold in the mountains and vastness from the beginning, nor would he be able to avoid many detours. "
The middle-aged scribe smiled lightly and said: "If Aunt Gongsun knew what you said today, she would be extremely happy. It is not in vain that Aunt Gongsun has spent so much effort teaching you in the past three months."
The woman in jade clothes pondered for a moment after hearing the words. Said: "Since separation from Mr. Yan at Yandan Mountain three months ago, Youluo has not returned to Xiufang, nor has he met Master."
"Didn't you return to Xiufang? Didn't you meet Aunt Gongsun?" The middle-aged scribe was slightly startled when he heard this.
"Since we parted ways at Yandan Mountain, Youruo has been traveling southward." The woman in jade clothes nodded.
The middle-aged scribe was stunned, just like the others, he was stunned. For a moment, the air fell into silence,
Originally, he thought that people would leave in March. This jade-clad woman's dancing skills and swordsmanship have improved so much because she returned to Xiufang and was carefully taught by Aunt Gongsun, and she reached this pinnacle.
Three months ago, the middle-aged scribe also asked the woman in jade to dance a song. Although the dance was beautiful with swordsmanship, it was just an entrance into the palace. Compared with now, it was like a world away.
He never thought that he, a woman dressed in jade, would be able to compete with the world's best swordsman, Gongsun Auntie, on her own.
"Unexpectedly, Yan made a mistake. Miss Zhou's understanding can be said to be unprecedented in Xiufang. It is unprecedented. Aunt Gongsun has not reached this level at your age."
The woman in jade clothes shook her head again and said: "Mr. Yan is joking. He is carefree and ignorant. How could he have reached this point in just three months without anyone's guidance."
"This..." The middle-aged scribe was startled again when he heard this.
The woman in jade clothes said that in the past three months, she had not returned to her division, nor had she met Aunt Gongsun, but she was saying how could she have reached this point in just three months if no one had guided her. .
This shows that the woman in jade has received guidance from others. However, the person with the most profound knowledge of swordsmanship in the world is Aunt Gongsun. Besides, who else can cultivate the swordsmanship of the woman in jade to such a high level? Even comparable to Sword Master and Gongsun Auntie.
The middle-aged scribe looked at the woman's beautiful and serious face. It was confirmed that this was not what the woman said, it was true, and indeed everyone pointed out to her.
"Who is it? Could it be an old man from Xiufang?" The middle-aged scribe was silent for a moment and then asked. This is the only possibility and explanation.
Perhaps, there was an old man from the previous life who was hidden in the world and not known by the world, but happened to be met by the woman in jade. I'm lucky enough to get some guidance.
The woman in jade thought for a while, and suddenly there was a slight blush on her face. In an instant, it spread in all directions, filling her entire face. This sense of shyness directly hit people's hearts, making the people around them even more nervous. I was in a trance, and suddenly fell into it again.
If they could, it would be great for them to stand here all the time and look at the woman in jade.
The middle-aged scribe saw the woman's blushing face and frowned, becoming even more confused.
This is the gesture of a little daughter, as if she is thinking of her sweetheart. But in the impression of the middle-aged scribe, this girl has never had a sweetheart. From the beginning to the end, I was immersed in the swordsmanship and dance.
So, why did Ms. Zhou show such a little daughter attitude?
After a long time, the woman in jade bit her red lips, shook her head and said: "He is not my senior in Xiufang, he is a man. One month ago, I was fortunate enough to meet that young master and give him guidance for a day. , thanks to this, my sword skills have improved."
"..."
For a moment, the middle-aged scribe was stunned.
Unlike the ordinary people on the boat who were immersed in the beauty of this jade-clad woman, the middle-aged scribe was shocked by what the woman said.
The person who taught him sword skills was a man. Since ancient times, Xiufang has been passed on to women but not to men, and it has never had a male disciple. This shows that he is not the reclusive old-timer of the previous generation of Xiufang. What's even more shocking is that after just one day of instruction, the jade-clad woman's sword skills improved by leaps and bounds, and she could even rival the Sword Master and Aunt Gongsun.
There are very few facts that can shock middle-aged scribes.
Even if the Holy Sage specially ordered him to enter the palace as the prince's tutor, the middle-aged scribe would not be surprised. Because he is qualified enough to become the crown prince and grand master. Because he is a contemporary painting saint.
Thousands of miles of scenery, as long as he can see it. You can enter it into the painting, and it will be very similar.
However, the contemporary painting saint was too shocked to say a word at this moment.
Who can, in one day, turn a disciple who is far away from Xiufang's swordsmanship into gold and reach the pinnacle?
"Who is that man...?"
The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath. If this spread to the world, it would definitely cause a sensation. Just because what Aunt Gongsun couldn't do was easily done by others.
Even the contemporary sword master cannot teach his disciples to a level that can rival him in one day. Otherwise, it would not take ten years for the woman in jade to master swordsmanship.
There are actually people in this world who can do it. This is simply too incredible to be true. I'm afraid that the man who taught the jade-clothed woman had reached an extremely terrifying level of swordsmanship. At this level, there is no way to find it in the mortal world, only the sword immortal in the sky.
But, are there any true immortals in this world?
Regardless of whether he is a true immortal or not, this man's swordsmanship skills are unmatched by contemporary sword masters and Aunt Gongsun. I'm afraid the difference is huge. Since one day he can teach the woman in jade to become a master of swordsmanship, then he can also teach Gongsun Auntie.
This is fully qualified to become the master of the contemporary sword master. The master of the sword master can be called the sword god.
"That young master's surname is Chu... As for his name, Youluo doesn't know. Since that goodbye, there has been no news from that young master." The woman in jade clothes sighed softly, saying that she didn't have the courage to ask I regretted taking that young man's life.
I don’t know his name. This world is huge. How can I find this young master in the future?
"Mr. I don't know Yan, do you know of a strong man named Chu in the world?" After sighing, the woman in jade suddenly brightened up her beautiful eyes and thought of something.
Mr. Yan is a painting saint, he is also very powerful, and he knows more about the world.
"Surnamed Chu?" The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said: "In the past hundred years, there may be knights named Chu in the world, but there are no heroes who are famous in the world."
"But... three hundred years ago, there was a strong man who was in charge of most of the world's lives. At that time, there were one god, two saints, and four demons. The strong man named Chu was respected by the world god."
"Three hundred years ago, that strong man dominated the world. No matter in the court or in the world, everyone was played and applauded by him. But he committed suicide because of Princess Dazhou's poisoning and was willing to die for her love. Since then, no one has ever seen him again. The rivers and lakes can be united into one thread, but the court cannot be regarded as nothing.”
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a while, and then said with a dumb smile: "Even if the figure three hundred years ago had not died for love, he would not be alive today."
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