A gentle breeze blew from the Huaihe River. Ji Yiyun stood on the water, and the river water filled with waves and made a rhythmic swishing sound, like a piece of music, which was pleasant to the ears.
As Ji Yiyun got closer and closer to the upper reaches of the river, the surging river water surged, one wave after another, hitting the rocks on the shore, splashing white waves. The sound was like the north wind whistling, and like Thousands of horses are galloping.
Ji Yiyun looked westward and saw that the river was like thousands of wild horses, screaming and galloping from the mountains upstream. The sound of the river was majestic and surging, and in an instant it rushed through the waves and rolled up the big pebbles on both sides.
When looking at the scroll like thousands of horses galloping, it seems like listening to a majestic symphony.
This is the Qinling Mountains-Huaihe River line, which is also the dividing line between the north and the south of China. Ji Yiyun is walking on the flow of the Huaihe River all the way to the west. He wants to go to Zhongnan Mountain Beihe to find the place where Laozi’s Tao Te Ching and Yiqi Hua Sanqing are inherited. Because the journey is far away and he himself Ji Yiyun, who was on the wanted list of the Western Holy See, did not bring Xiaosong out and let him and Xiao Pony Dazzle play in the world within the world.
Ji Yiyun searched for the traces of Taoism left by his predecessors in the mountains and rivers along the Huaihe River. Instead of hurrying on the way, he leisurely traveled around the mountains and rivers. Every time he passed an area, Ji Yiyun would step out of the Huaihe River and comprehend the truth of heaven and earth in a mountain and river. The Taoist rhyme of heaven and earth is preserved with Puzhu.
More than ten days later, Ji Yiyun left the Huaihe River and entered the Qinling Mountains, arriving at Qinchuan, eight hundred miles away. On a mountain peak, Ji Yiyun's figure solidified out of nothingness. His eyes were like torches, and purple-gold divine light shot out from his pupils. He looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, scanning the world to find the way. Ji Yiyun disappeared from the mountainous area and continued to go deep into Qinchuan, which was 800 miles away, not far from the end of Nanshan Mountain.
On a mountain peak deep in the Qinling Mountains, halfway up the cliff, Ji Yiyun walked in the air and stood facing the cliff. Here Ji Yiyun found the Taoist rhyme left by the previous sages and sensed the traces of Taoism. His domain came to cover the cliff and himself, and the road fell down. Roaring here.
Ji Yiyun slid his hands to make seals, stretched out a hand and turned it into a palm to smooth the air against the stone wall. His divine power was like a breeze blowing on his face, and the pines around the cliff were also swaying gently. At this time, on the uneven cliff, a stone wall There was a flash of light.
Seeing this scene, Ji Yiyun moved his hands together, his green Taoist robe moved automatically without wind, his long hair was flying behind his back, and the phantom of his arms appeared, as if he was about to make the fist seal of the Seven Kills Fist and blast away the stone wall, Ji Yiyun's divine power poured into his hands, and his palms It turned into a purple-gold light and appeared, but when it was shot, it was always light and swiped against the stone wall.
The stream of light on the stone wall on the cliff gradually increased. It seemed that after a long time of erosion, the fluctuations of divine power still remained. The stone wall turned into a radiant object, corresponding to Ji Yiyun's pair of purple-gold rays of light. The stream of light on the stone wall followed the movements of Ji Yiyun's hands. It flickers on and off.
But Ji Yiyun's purple-gold eyes saw a different scene. What reflected in his mind through his eyes was a sage performing a spell for him, and a middle-aged Taoist priest standing in the void facing the cliff like him. This It is a rainy season, the night is dark and the wind is high, the wind is howling, the rain is pouring, and the mountains and plains are covered with rain.
The middle-aged Taoist priest has black hair and black beard, and is dressed in white clothes. His not tall body seems to be able to accommodate the principles of heaven and earth. He himself is like the principles of heaven and earth. The rain automatically avoids his figure, and lightning flashes and thunders. Lighting up the mountains and rivers, a bolt of lightning fell on the cliff. The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his arm and the lightning condensed into a thunder ball in his palm. He held the thunder ball in his palm and roared. Then he opened his palm and the thunder ball disappeared. .
After experiencing the lightning, it did not affect the middle-aged Taoist priest at all. He raised his hand and stretched out a finger, and a drop of light emerged. The finger flashed with a faint divine light like a swimming dragon. He carved Taoist patterns on a stone wall on the cliff. As the middle-aged Taoist priest carved , a pattern gradually became clear, it was the pattern pattern of a sword.
After he finished carving the Dao lines of the sword, his figure began to fade. The middle-aged Taoist priest stood in front of the cliff and murmured to himself: "The disciple and grandson of the sword immortal Chisongzi left the sword scripture to those who came after him. I hope to see this picture." Those who come after us can pass it on, but our hometown is drying up. As a generation of saints, we are unable to do anything to disgrace our ancestors. Farewell to our hometown!"
When the middle-aged Taoist priest finally disappeared, his words turned into self-deprecating laughter: "Sword Immortal? Becoming an Immortal? The realm pursued by generations of ancestors is just a dream. The place of becoming an Immortal is on the earth, and there are countless casualties. Not necessarily anyone will become an immortal, it’s just a dream, haha... become an immortal?..."
As the figure of the middle-aged Taoist priest in white disappeared, the stone wall on the cliff seemed to have experienced endless years. The light of the stone wall dimmed and turned into powder and disappeared between the sky and the earth. A sword-shaped pattern appeared on the cliff, but there was no trace of the Taoist pattern anymore. exist.
"The Sword Sutra of the Sword Immortal Chi Songzi in ancient China. This sage who did not leave a name is a disciple of the Sword Immortal Chi Songzi. In this way, I can go to Shu Mountain to look for the Sword Immortal Chi Songzi without waiting for my cultivation to improve. The sword pool."
Ji Yiyun looked at the picture of a sword that appeared behind the stone wall that had turned into ashes. His eyes were extremely deep, as if he was looking through the ancient times through modern times, and saw the influential figures in the ancient times, and saw them stirring up the boundless storms in their own era and being so powerful. In ancient times, due to the decline of the Immortal Land, I had to leave my hometown, the earth, which was drying up and the great roads were moving away. I was reluctant to leave behind the lost secret techniques that carved the scene of this cliff and stone wall.
After a long time, Ji Yiyun, who was walking in the air like a wooden sculpture, moved. He waved his long sleeves in green clothes and bowed deeply to the stone wall, which was regarded as a master-disciple salute to this sage who didn't know what he was doing now. After all, Ji Yiyun got this man. For the sage who has left the earth, it is natural for him to be treated as a master and disciple. Even if he is separated from this relationship, he is still a sage of the earth and deserves Ji Yiyun's bow.
After doing all this, Ji Yiyun disappeared from the spot. After being hundreds of miles away from here, he stopped and appeared on a high mountain.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Ji Yiyun began to comprehend the Sword Sutra. This was a technique created by a great sage. It was stronger than ordinary quasi-emperor sutras. After all, it was created by Chi Songzi, who was known as the Sword Immortal in ancient times. , for Ji Yiyun, it is more precious than the general peak quasi-emperor scriptures, because his Taoist weapon Qingfeng is a sword, and the sword scriptures can give Ji Yiyun good guidance, so this is not the result of Ji Yiyun's own imagination.
As Ji Yiyun began to comprehend the Sword Sutra, the falling realm of the avenue enveloped the top of the mountain. Ji Yiyun's body showed a sharp edge, and then disappeared inwardly. His figure standing on the top of the mountain was like a breathing sword.
