Chapter 115 Kendo
Chapter 115 Kendo
In the bamboo house, the green smoke still slowly rises from the ancient incense burner and blends into the bamboo house, which has a very depressing atmosphere at the moment.
The expressions of each of the three people in the room were very complicated. Master Jingshui looked regretful, but also seemed to have a bit of tragedy and hatred.
Yun Qiyou and Ning Xiangruo had shock and shock on their faces.
Fairy Liuyun actually made a lifelong private contract with the former ghost king Ye Tianxing?
The two of them had never heard a word about this before. If it hadn't come from the mouth of their mentor who they had always respected, these two women would never have believed it. Liu Yun had been famous all over the world for hundreds of years and was admired by countless people. The fairy turned her back on the right path and fell into the devil's sect!
Although the Demon Sect is far away from Middle-earth, the righteous sects are more or less aware of some of the things that happen within the Demon Sect.
Fifteen years ago, civil strife reappeared in the Demon Sect. The forces led by the three major sects of the Demon Sect suddenly launched an attack on the Ghost Xuan Sect, which had been entrenched in the Demon Sect's wild temple for 800 years. The Ghost Xuan Sect's strength was greatly damaged. At that time, the Ghost King Ye Tianxing While most of the elders in the sect were either killed or surrendered, only a few disciples and elders escaped and were expelled from the Wilderness Temple.
In this case, Fairy Liuyun, who has disappeared for hundreds of years and has not been seen in the world, may have died in the wild and bad land along with the ghost king Ye Tianxing during the civil strife of the Demon Sect fifteen years ago.
Looking at the complicated expressions of the two disciples in front of him, Master Jingshui said slowly: "As far as I know, Fairy Liuyun and Ghost King Ye Tianxing died together in the civil strife of the Demon Sect fifteen years ago. , The past is over, there is no need to mention it again, you two must remember that this matter must not be spread outside. "
Ning Xiangruo and Yun Qiyou knelt down at the same time, in front of their mentor Master Jingshui, and said in unison: "Disciple, please remember this."
The next day.
Ye Xiaochuan drank a lot with Zhu Changshui and others last night, and slept until three o'clock in the morning today. It was almost noon when he got up. He opened the door and saw his master, Drunken Taoist, lazily carrying a big wine gourd. He was lying in the yard basking in the sun. Seeing his old face turning red, he probably drank a lot.
Ye Xiaochuan smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't buy a lot of wine even if he was rich. His master, an old drunkard, didn't know any moderation. Ever since Brother Liu smuggled dozens of jars of Zhuangyuan Red over, his master was almost Drunk every day.
As the saying goes, alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines, so it is better to drink less.
In the past ten years, Zui Taoist has been aging day by day. He is only four hundred years old. Looking at how young Fairy Liubo is, and looking at his master, Ye Xiaochuan is really worried that if his master does not stop drinking, he may not be able to survive. How long is it?
He walked up to the master and said: "Old drunkard, your precious apprentice has entered the top ten, which is a great honor for you. Shouldn't you reward him with something?"
The drunk Taoist groaned and said: "It's not like you don't understand your master and me. I don't need money, let alone magic weapons. By the way, if you don't dislike the Qingfeng sword under my bed that has not been used for a hundred years, you can Take it.”
Ye Xiaochuan immediately rolled his eyes and said: "As if I didn't say anything, your Qingfeng Sword was mortgaged to Zhu Changshui's master Yu Chenzi three years ago in exchange for three hundred taels of silver to buy wine. It's not available yet." Redemption is coming! Where is it under your bed?”
The drunk Taoist was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "It seems that there is such a thing."
Ye Xiaochuan said angrily: "Master, you have sold all the magic weapons that cultivators regard as their lives. If the demon sect attacks the mountain, what do you think you will do?"
The drunk Taoist waved his hand and said, "What do you know, little one? We, Cangyun, are from the Sword Sect, and we use swords to enter the Tao."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Yes, our Cangyun is a sword sect, but you, the old man, don't have any swords. Why won't people laugh out loud if this news spreads?"
The drunk Taoist stood up and said: "For the sake of you breaking into the top ten, I will make an exception and teach you a few words today. There are three levels of swordsmanship. The first level is that there is a sword in the hand but no sword in the heart. It's people like you. , Carrying a sword around to kill people all day long. The second level, there is no sword in the hand, only the sword in the heart. Even if there is no magic weapon in the hand, you can still hurt people thousands of steps away. There is no sword, and there is no sword in the heart. The way of heaven turns into a sword. This is the highest state of swordsmanship. As long as the mind moves, it can be invincible and can defy heaven."
Ye Xiaochuan sneered and said: "So, you have reached the highest level of swordsmanship? Who are you bluffing? Since I can remember, except for this wine gourd, you have never held a sword at all, let alone It’s time to practice swordsmanship! When did you realize the highest level of swordsmanship?”
The drunk Taoist waved his hand and said: "Does the highest state of swordsmanship come from just comprehending it? For thousands of years, few of our Cangyun Sect's founders have reached this level. As a teacher, we are now only the second level of incompetence. The sword has the realm of the sword in your heart, so it doesn’t matter whether you have a magic weapon in your hand, do you understand?”
Ye Xiaochuan chuckled, not bothering to pay attention to the boastful old drunkard, and turned around and walked out.
But at this moment, a rather familiar voice sounded in his mind out of thin air and in his memory without any warning.
"Your master is absolutely right. The third level of swordsmanship is enough to defy the will of heaven, and he himself should have already comprehended the second level of swordsmanship."
The voice was a little unruly and disdainful, as if the drunk Taoist's second level of swordsmanship seemed to him as childish as a child playing house.
Ye Xiaochuan's face changed drastically, he looked around and shouted: "Who? Who is talking to me?"
This voice came suddenly and left suddenly. No matter how Ye Xiaochuan looked for it, he could not find any clues. This familiar voice seemed to appear out of thin air in his memory.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaochuan's face changed slightly again. He stretched out his hand and pinched his forehead. He seemed to think of something and said to himself in horror: "Sword God Senior, is it you?"
Seeing that the other party did not respond, Ye Xiaochuan's soul immediately probed into the sea of souls. The soul said loudly: "Sword God Senior? You haven't turned to ashes yet? It must be you who spoke just now! Get out of here! Don't occupy my body! You are just a remnant soul now. I can turn your soul to ashes with just one thought! Don't play hide-and-seek with me, come out and see me!"
No matter how Ye Xiaochuan's soul shouted in the sea of souls in his body, the voice never appeared again. It was just like his hallucination just now.
Ye Xiaochuan stood on the bluestone path in front of the courtyard gate. As his soul was searching for the remaining soul of the Sword God in his body, he stood there motionless like a piece of wood. The Cang Yun disciples passing by greeted Ye Xiaochuan when they passed by, but Ye Xiaochuan turned a deaf ear to them and was like a sculpture. Everyone felt puzzled.
