The morning sun had just risen, and the autumn dawn gradually dispelled the slight chill. Everything would move towards a new beginning from this moment.
Outside the Mingyu Pavilion, there was a verdant bamboo forest. Bamboo leaves were everywhere, and they had already piled up thick in late autumn. A trace of the autumn wind blew the withered bamboo leaves on the ground and made a soft sound of "Sha-". The crisp sound of birds chirping spread far and wide in the deep valley. Deep in the bamboo forest, a thin figure held a rusty long sword in his hand and repeated the same movement. From the sweat on the youth's forehead, it could be seen that he had been here for a long time.
The sound of swords being drawn rang out.
" Clang, clang, clang!" The young man repeated the same action for two whole hours. Guigu 'zi, who was standing at the side, just watched quietly. Today, when he had practiced the Hauntzi Sword Style once, Yan Hong had already memorized it. Although he had not fully mastered it, it was not difficult to practice it freely. However, Yan Hong found a rusty sword and began to practice repeatedly while Guigu' zi was surprised. Gradually, Guigu 'zi, who was standing at the side, laughed happily. He was extremely talented, intelligent, and had a high level of comprehension. However, he knew how to persevere. The young Yan Hong already had too many advantages that others did not have. The Sword Drawing Form was the starting form of almost all sword techniques, regardless of whether it was the Cross Sword, the Mohist Sword, the Confucian Sword, or the Yin-Yang School's Qi Transforming Sword. However, this most basic starting form was ignored by most swordsmen. Therefore, every swordsman who neglected this point could only be called a swordsman and not a swordsman. When swordsmen first started learning the sword, they often inadvertently abandoned the best key to stepping into the Tao of the sword, which was the foundation. They forgot that the gorgeous sword moves began with the opening move and evolved one by one. When a swordsman understood the essence of the sword technique, he would become a swordsman the moment he gave up the flashy moves and pursued the basic sword moves. When a swordsman truly mastered the sword moves, he would become a Sword King of the small success realm.
When a swordsman became a Sword King, he would truly get rid of the limitations of martial arts and enter the realm of Dao that every martial artist dreamed of. When Yan Hong gave up the Cross Sword and practiced the basic sword style, Guigu 'zi knew that Yan Hong had won at the starting line. This had nothing to do with the level of martial arts, but the cultivation of the state of mind. From the beginning, Yan Hong had a sword heart that pursued the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao. Through the flashy fog, Yan Hong had already seen through the essence of the sword. Although Yan Hong was only at the peak of the Postliminary Realm, his state of mind had reached the realm of the Tao of the sword. With two thousand years of accumulation, his path of the Tao of the sword would be smooth in the future.
Quietly, Guigu 'zi turned around and left. Guigu 'zi no longer had any worries about his last disciple. There was only gratification, because he knew that Yan Hong's path of swordsmanship could only depend on himself. Everyone's path was different, but all paths led to the same destination. He would wait at the peak of swordsmanship, waiting for an opponent who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him in this world.
" Clang!" The person had already left. The wind had already stopped, leaving behind only the young man's proud back, the crisp sound of the sword, and the sweat that gradually gathered at the young man's feet.
Time passed. It was unknown how much time had passed. The youth's rusted sword was even more rotten, and his clothes were already somewhat tattered. However, the sound of the sword in the bamboo forest was getting softer and softer.
"Clang!"
"Tsk-tsk-tsk-"
"Cha-"
The sun rose and set, and the stars changed." Kacha!" A bamboo shoot in front of the young man snapped.
Drawing the sword, one's life would fall silently.
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It was drizzling, at the back of the mountain, at the edge of the cliff.
It was still the same youth who was waving the rusty sword. Not long ago, Wei Zhuang and Ge Nia had gone through a trial, but his master's evaluation was only one word: decisive.
"I killed one and saved another. Actually, the person who was killed should thank me. Because I avenged him." Two bloody tiger heads in his left hand and a long sword dripping with blood in his right hand. His answer was still cold and arrogant. Wei Zhuang would always be Wei Zhuang!
Empty hands. The tiger was dead, the man was dead, and the sword was broken. It seemed that nothing had happened. Ge Nia didn't seem to understand.
Looking at his eldest senior brother standing at the edge of the cliff, Yan Hong knew that Ge Nia understood. He had made a decision at the start of the trial, but this decision had not been realized.
He patted Ge Nie's shoulder. I know you've already made up your mind, haven't you?”Although he was asking, his tone was unhesitant.
His gaze was indifferent, but he did not answer. A hint of guilt appeared in Ge Nia's eyes. It was a silent lament for a life that had passed away. Had he made the wrong decision? He didn't say anything, but he asked silently.
"Brother, you weren't wrong at that time. However, you are wrong now. You must have the strength to support your decision. It wasn't a mistake in your decision that you didn't succeed. It was that you weren't strong enough.”His figure turned and left quietly. Whether or not he comprehended it would depend on senior martial brother.
I was enlightened, and everything became clear at this moment. My decision wasn't wrong, it was just that I wasn't strong enough. When I became strong enough, all of this would come true. I would use the sword in my hand to realize my dao. At this moment, Ge Nia had truly opened his own dao.
With a leap, Ge Nia jumped into the bone-chilling river water. The icy temperature instantly spread throughout his body. He wanted to use the bone-chilling river water to cleanse his mind of all distracting thoughts. Only his persistence towards the sword and his comprehension of the Dao remained in his heart.
The rain was heavy and the wind was cold. In the valley where the wind was the strongest, Wei Zhuang stood with his sword, his white hair dancing in the wind.
"Second brother, I'm here."
She looked at Yan Hong indifferently, her eyes filled with admiration and a smile." You're here. How is he?"”
"Brother Master is doing very well now, but I don't understand. Why don't you tell him yourself?”His words were filled with confusion.
"No, I can't! One of us was destined to fall, but you were different. From the moment you were brought into the Ghost Valley by Master, I knew that you were different from us. I thought that Senior Brother and I would always be enemies until the end of our lives, but your appearance gave us a chance to change.”
"Second brother! "I know, you're not actually…" Before he could finish speaking, Wei Zhuang interrupted him.
"Hehe, you don't have to say it. Since you understand, how can I not understand it myself?”Yes, Wei Zhuang smiled, and he smiled very happily.
"No matter what happens in the future, Second Brother will always be Second Brother.”Yan Hong also smiled. His smile was sincere, but it carried a trace of bitterness.
" That's enough. It's good that you said that. Three people and three swords will represent Guigu 'zi to change the fate of the world. Haha!" The two of them laughed in unison, but they didn't know that Guigu' zi was laughing at Xiao Zhuang from afar. Zihong, you've understood. Master Nie 'er, I believe you've also understood, right? Haha.
Bamboo forest, valley, riverside.
Three places, three youths, three swords, an unbreakable bond.
Different Sword Principles were destined to lead to the same destination.
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Ghost Valley's good name spread far and wide, holding a sword and arrogant chivalrous people.
The sword reflected the moon of the Qin Dynasty, and the wind whistled and changed the water clouds.
Zongheng smiled at himself, and drank more than a thousand cups of wine.
The sword is forged by love and righteousness, and the hero is with me.
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