Chapter 2460 The Way of Yijian, the Old Woodcarver

"Master, you were deceived by the prince before, but now you are willing to abandon the secret and turn to the light?"

The third prince knew that the balance in the court was the most important, so he did not intend to kill the imperial master, but instead stepped up the steps and extended an olive branch to him.

"The guilty minister is ashamed, please ask the prince to punish him!"

Upon hearing Xian's intention, Master Changle immediately knelt down and surrendered to the third prince. Now that the situation was decided, if he didn't realize it, his lineage would probably be liquidated.

"Only Xilu is left!"

The third prince held a long sword and looked at Pei Shui. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, his face was cold and chilly.

According to historical records, Emperor Wu of Da'an went on a personal expedition, with Lu Guan, the commander of the Tieshan Army, as the main general. He fought against the Western captives on the banks of the Peishui River. He fought in consecutive battles and annihilated hundreds of thousands of enemies until they reached the western desert. one.

Within the six realms of space, beams of light hung down one after another, and everyone's figures appeared in the White Jade Square again. The grand and indifferent voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, without any emotion, sounded in everyone's ears like a machine.

"Escape from youth and go deeper into reincarnation. The next mission is a death mission, which will start in one year. Please be prepared for reincarnation!"

"Death mission?"

The relaxed mood of Jiang Zhiwei and others suddenly lifted up, with solemn expressions on their faces. When they looked at each other, they could see the anxiety in each other's hearts. The death mission was full of dangers as soon as they heard it, and they could be reincarnated in six ways. The mission that the Lord specially reminded must not be that simple. If you are not careful, someone will die.

"Lao Luo, do you know about the death mission?"

Meng Qi turned to look at Luo Shengyi, who had an extremely ugly face. Luo Shengyi had been in the reincarnation space longer than them all. He was the oldest and most experienced. He might know the information about the death mission.

Luo Shengyi's eyes flashed with a haze, and the muscles on his face were distorted, as if he remembered some bad memory, and he said with an extremely gloomy expression.

"After I opened the Four Apertures, the overall strength of the original team reached a limit, and then started the death mission. That time, I had to survive for seven days under the pursuit of an outdoor first-layer master. As a result, only the remaining members of our team were The three of them, whose strength was far superior to my two seniors, all fell under the sword of the location master. It was only through luck that I managed to survive until the end of the mission, and I was able to save my life."

"Later, I experienced several times of cooperating with other teams to complete missions, and I also heard them talk about a lot of death missions. Some were chased by masters, some were directly thrown into a desperate situation, and some were against several half-step outsiders. The forces and situations are complex, to name a few.”

"Of course, high risks also have high rewards. It is said that if the team survives the death mission and can retain more than half of its strength, the difficulty and rewards of the reincarnation world will increase. It may even come into contact with some ancient ruins and obtain some precious inheritance!"

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were like stars, glowing with a sharp edge, and his whole body was full of sword intent, and he said calmly.

"It seems that the mission after one year will be extremely difficult. Let's stop keeping good deeds and exchange them for things that can increase our strength as much as possible. Only in this way can we survive the death mission!"

Everyone nodded solemnly, their hearts heavy. The existence of the death mission made them seem to see the God of Death approaching, their hearts trembled and their spirits became tense.

Xijian Pavilion, cut off by a majestic mountain peak, turned into a training ground, where hundreds of disciples of Xijian Pavilion practiced swordsmanship, competed with each other in martial arts, and improved each other.

A thousand-year-old pine has a thick trunk. It takes three or four people to open their arms to circle around it. The pine needles are dense and the pine cones are abundant. Dozens of squirrels live on the trunk. There is no crisis of food shortage. They can lie on it comfortably without fear. The man looked straight at the figure under the tree.

Lu Chunyang changed out of his Taoist robes today, and his style has changed. He wears white clothes and white robes. He is heroic, elegant, elegant and wise. He is a swordsman in white, with a chic demeanor that makes people look at him. He sat on the ground under a thousand-year-old pine, leaning against the trunk of the tree. There was a red peach wood sword as warm as jade beside him. He was lazy, his body was extremely relaxed, and he was enjoying the scenery of the mountains.

"Hey, Xiao Zhiwei actually mastered hitting the sea!"

Lu Chunyang looked at a green figure in surprise, as graceful as a startling giant and as graceful as a swimming dragon. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind. The long sword in his hand is cold and cold, and the sword's intention is majestic, like a stormy wave, hitting the rock, unstoppable and turbulent.

Strike at the Canghai is a sword move recorded in the Taishang Sword Sutra. It is derived from one of the nine killing moves, "Sword Out of Selfless". Being able to master it shows that Jiang Zhiwei has improved in the "Sword Out of Selfless" move. .

Jiang Zhiwei's expression is resolute, her eyes are bright and radiant, and she clearly states that she is invincible. Her sword intention is pure, showing the style of a swordsman, with sharp edge and majestic head. The cold light of the long sword disappeared, he adjusted his breathing, and moved again.

Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship practice this time is different. It's like a master playing chess. Every move is startling and calculated. It's as if the whole world has turned into a black and white chessboard. Every move is a master's move. One move counts as ten moves. , it contains countless changes of killing moves, which can be said to be the most extreme changes in swordsmanship. This is a set of extremely complex swordsmanship.

"Little Zhiwei, this girl, has understood that the sword is selfless. Unlike others, she has gained some knowledge from the beginning of sword practice. Every move is characterized by momentum, sharpness, speed and power, which coincides with the unchanging rules of swordsmanship. She is good at defeating the opponent's weakness with strength, attacking the complex with simplicity, and defeating slowness with speed. This can be seen from her self-created Yama Luo Tie, which is pure and concise, dissipates death energy, has a brief understanding of Dharma principles, and possesses powerful momentum. In the heart, there is progress but no retreat. The essence has been obtained from complexity to simplicity. However, it neglects changes and only attacks fiercely, which does not match the realm of one's own swordsmanship. This is the way to practice from simplicity to complexity, stabilize the foundation of swordsmanship, and make up for the shortcomings of swordsmanship. Got it!"

"This set of swordsmanship looks familiar. Although the moves are a little different, the swordsmanship is the same. It should be the Yi swordsmanship from the Tang Dynasty!"

Lu Chunyang's eyes turned into slits, and he guessed in his heart that he had been reincarnated in the world of the Tang Dynasty, and had also practiced Fu Cailin's Yi Swordsmanship and Jiuxuan Dafa. He was very familiar with this set of swordsmanship. He only glanced at it and determined this. The origin of swordsmanship.

Jiang Zhiwei concentrated on practicing Yi Sword Technique for more than half an hour. She also stopped to carefully study the principles of sword moves, pondering over the mysteries. Before she knew it, the entire training ground had dispersed, and only Lu Chunyang was left. and Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhiwei sheathed her sword, looked around, and saw Lu Chunyang enjoying the cool under the tree. Her eyes lit up, she moved lightly, walked up to Lu Chunyang, and saluted respectfully.

"Disciple has met Master!"

Jiang Zhiwei has passed the jasper years and has not yet reached the age of peach and plum. Twenty-nine years is the best time in life. Although Lu Chunyang is nearly forty years old, he has taken good care of himself and looks like he is only twenty-seven or eighty years old at most. In this way, the two They look like brothers and sisters, not two generations.

"The sword technique you practiced just now is a bit interesting. Use people to attack the sword, use the sword to attack the enemy, predict the enemy's opportunities first, be good at changes, pay attention to layout and planning, and work step by step!"

Jiang Zhiwei nodded frequently. What Lu Chunyang said hit the nail on the head. It was true knowledge and insight. He explained the sword theory of Yi swordsmanship thoroughly and clearly, making her understand it.

"You are now practicing from simplicity to complexity. This set of swordsmanship is just right for you. This set of swordsmanship coincides with the way of playing chess. You can find some chess records to learn about it. It should be helpful to your practice and understanding of swordsmanship!"

Lu Chunyang had no disciples, only Jiang Zhiwei was a nephew. She was extremely qualified, so Lu Chunyang naturally gave her advice.

Jiang Zhiwei knew that this uncle was unfathomable, and he often gave her the illusion that she was facing the master. She received advice from Lu Chunyang many times and attached great importance to what he said.

"When my disciples return, they will go to the library to look for chess records and understand the way of playing Go!"

Lu Chunyang nodded with satisfaction. Jiang Zhiwei was a person who knew what was good and what was good, so she took Lu Chunyang's words to heart. Unlike some disciples who always think that they are superior to others, refuse to listen to advice and guidance, and insist on going their own way, Lu Chunyang doesn't bother to pay attention to such people.

The autumn leaves wither and turn yellow, disappear with the wind, and roll down in the air. The ground is already covered with autumn yellow, and only the pines and cypresses remain green and remain unchanged for thousands of years.

"Where does the west wind go with the curling leaves? The frost gradually dyes the forest. Feihong thinks deeply about it for thousands of years. The autumn colors are cold at dusk, and the purple willows are covered with gold. The memories are as long as weaving, and the green mountains are hard to rest and sad. Is there no dream of life and death? Is it all hopeless? Unfortunately, the sea of ​​tears is in vain."

Jiang Zhiwei danced the long sword, her figure was bleak, her sword skills were full of a strange artistic conception, her spiritual energy between her brows was released, blending into the void, the surrounding world seemed to be immersed in sorrow, the power of the world was faintly shaking, as if it was harmonious. This kind of sadness creates a trace of connection. The inner and outer heaven and earth meet. The heaven, earth and people seem to be integrated into one. There is no distinction between inside and outside, and there is no distinction between things and me. It is clear that no trace of true energy is used in each move, but it causes autumn leaves to fly all over the ground. , gorgeous and poignant.

"Yes, you have opened the ancestral aperture between your eyebrows and entered the realm of communion between heaven and man!"

Lu Chunyang is sitting under a thousand-year-old pine, with a calm and leisurely expression. There is a peach wood sword on his lap, which is covered with lines. These lines are very similar to the meridians in the human body. There is a faint aura between heaven and earth that sinks into the peach wood sword. In it, the sword body is warmed. The divine sword has spirit. This peach wood sword has become a spirit and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a warrior.

Jiang Zhiwei recovered her mind and woke up from the realization of heaven and earth. She turned her head and looked at Lu Chunyang with a bit of joy in her eyes.

Su Wuming had been in seclusion all year round to understand the mysteries of the Dharmakaya. He didn't have time to teach and advise Jiang Zhiwei, so he asked Lu Chunyang to help and give more guidance to Jiang Zhiwei's practice on weekdays.

"Your cultivation level is now considered to be in the palace, enough to rank in the top ten on the list!"

Lu Chunyang looked at the girl, thought for a moment, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and continued.

"I happen to be going down the mountain soon. You can travel with me and gain more knowledge!"

"Uncle, what are you going to do when you go down the mountain?"

Jiang Zhiwei knew Lu Chunyang's character, he liked to be quiet, rarely went down the mountain, and liked to stay on the mountain.

"Don't ask too much, just follow!"

Lu Chunyang stood up and left the practice ground without telling Jiang Zhiwei the purpose of going down the mountain.

Maoling is the last wharf to the west of Jiangzhou. It connects the south to the north and the east to the west. It is an important place on the river. Therefore, the Dajiang Gang has a branch here. The Wang family has also sent foreign affairs elders and many experts to stay there. The two dragons crossed the river, forcing the local snakes to succumb. After all, their family's roots are in the east of the river, so they can't be considered outsiders.

In addition, Maoling is the county capital and is close to Zhongzhou. There are Yinzhang and Qingshou heads, and tiger and leopard heads. The power of the six gates cannot be underestimated.

Singing during the day, accompanied by youth, Maoling, which is stable and prosperous and occupies an important water and land route, is the world-famous gold-selling cave, Tianzi No. 1 Casino, and ten miles of water, which makes people who come here enjoy it and never want to leave, until the last breath on their bodies. The money was squeezed out.

But when it comes to what Maoling is most famous for, they are still far behind. Wang's Residence Garden, Dajiangbang Crescent Lake, and Hero Building are the places that everyone knows about Maoling.

The Hero Building is a five-story building with a red and black base. It is both solemn and heroic. The downstairs is crowded with people, and countless heroes are queuing up. The gatekeepers are several heroic warriors, both male and female, all of whom are at the enlightenment level. One of them is in front, and the four of them are resting, as if they are taking turns to do things.

Currently there is a young man holding a long sword. He is around 20 years old, has four cultivation levels, and has a background in the Hero Building. His smile is slightly arrogant and he speaks loudly.

"If you can take ten swords from me, you can enter."

No one present was angry, because this was the rule of the Hero Building. Behind the man's door, there are vertical plaques on both sides:

"The talents from the north and the south are in vain if they stop at the door."

"Heroes from East and West are not heroes if they don't enter this building."

The heroes who felt they were qualified and capable to enter formed a long queue at the entrance of the Hero Building.

Lu Chunyang and Jiang Zhiwei stood outside, watching with interest the heroes from all over the world challenging themselves to enter the Hero Building.

A man in his twenties, holding a long sword, stood up first, bowed his hands to the swordsman, and said solemnly.

"Please advise!"

The guard swordsman didn't say much either. He slashed down with a large golden ring sword with a heavy sound of wind. The moves were concise and clumsy was better than skillful.

"My sword skills are pretty good."

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes lit up and she praised in surprise, with a look of eagerness on her face.

The other onlookers glanced at Jiang Zhiwei strangely. Is there anything surprising about this? If he didn't have good strength and outstanding swordsmanship, how could he be sent by the owner of the Hero Building to guard the gate and select heroes.

Facing this powerful and heavy sword, the swordsman sealed it horizontally with his long sword. With a bang, he took a step back, his right hand trembling slightly, as if it was too powerful. With a smile on his face, the guard swordsman took a step forward and slashed again with his long sword, still opening and closing widely, not sticking to small details, using his strength and speed to crush people.

The swordsman did not dare to block anymore. On one side of his body, the long sword came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, avoiding the sharp edge and reaching directly under his armpit. Suddenly, the guard swordsman's long sword changed to a sweeping sweep, and the strong wind howled, making the swordsman's face hurt. If he continued to attack, he might not be able to reach his target before he was cut in half, so he would have to force his sword back to resist.

"when!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was clear, and the swordsman dropped his sword and fell to the ground. His face turned pale. He didn't expect that the swordsmanship he had practiced for many years was so weak. Looking at the long sword on the ground, he fell into a sluggish state for a moment.

"Not bad, use your advantages to the fullest."

Jiang Zhiwei commented on the strength of the janitor swordsman, saying that warriors do not need to be comprehensive in a battle, as long as they give full play to their own advantages.

Then, several more challengers came on the stage, but none of them could hold out for ten moves. The smile on the swordsman's face became even bigger. The reason why he agreed to guard the door was to practice swordsmanship and reap the joy of victory.

There are indeed many talents and heroes in the world, but there are more ordinary and mediocre people, ten times or twenty times more than the former.

Lu Chunyang glanced at him and found that he was not interested in the Hero Building, so he turned around and left. Jiang Zhi glanced at the janitor swordsman with some regret. She really wanted to defeat the janitor swordsman and enter the Hero Building to have some fun.

"Uncle, if we don't enter the Hero Building, where are we going?"

"See the real heroes!"

Lu Chunyang's mind was empty, and following the induction in the dark, he felt a Gengjin aura, his expression moved slightly, his steps accelerated, and he headed towards the target.

Jiang Zhiwei didn't know why, stamped her feet, glanced at the Hero Building with some reluctance, then started to follow behind Lu Chunyang. She wanted to see how amazing the hero Lu Chunyang said was?

In an unknown alley, there is a locust tree of unknown age at the entrance of the alley. Its branches are lush and leafy, blocking the sun and providing a shade.

Under the shade of the tree, there was an old man with gray hair who was concentrating on making wood carvings. He held the tree root in his left hand and the carving knife in his right hand. He looked focused and undistracted, as if every knife he made was his entire life.

The carving knife fell and the bark fell. There was only the sound of the carving knife and the rustling of the ground nearby, which seemed peaceful and pure. This natural interest, this devotion and focus, infected Jiang Zhiwei, and she vaguely grasped something, but in the end she still missed the mark.

With very light steps, Lu Chunyang walked up to the old man and sat on the ground, quietly admiring the old man's carvings, seemingly very interested.

Jiang Zhiwei stood behind Lu Chunyang in a daze, looking at every sword strike and every mark carved by the old man, as if it was the most beautiful poem in the world.

The old man was concentrating on carving, and Lu Chunyang and the other two were concentrating on watching him carve. None of the three said a word, and an indescribable silence slowly spread.

Jiang Zhiwei felt relaxed and comfortable like never before. Since entering the six realms of reincarnation space, she has been exhausted. In order to complete the reincarnation mission, a lot of negative emotions accumulated in her heart have now been relieved and dissipated.

"There is real fun in the world of mortals!"

Jiang Zhiwei felt a flash of enlightenment in her heart, and reflected on her recent actions, feeling somewhat ashamed of her eagerness for success. His expression became firm and peaceful, and he became less anxious.

At this time, the gray-haired old man also completed the wood carving. It was a lifelike statue of a woman, with fluttering palace clothes and outstanding appearance. Even the aura of the book was revealed. It was really lifelike, like a living person.

The old man seemed to have just seen Lu Chunyang and Lu Chunyang at this moment, showing a surprised look, and asked softly.

"Young men, are you in trouble?"

The old man's facial features are not outstanding, and he still has a few wrinkles, but because of the concentration during the carving, everything looks harmonious and looks very comfortable.

"Nothing, daddy, you are busy with your business, I'm just taking a look!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, picked up another piece of wood, and started carving with concentration again, without any distractions.

At this time, the sun shines through the branches and leaves of the locust tree and casts brilliant golden spots on the ground. Jiang Zhiwei looked at her uncle with a puzzled look on her face, wondering what he was doing.

Focused and pious, as if what the old man was doing was the most important thing in the world. He was doing it completely without any distractions. Every time he struck the knife, it was like he was carving his own life.