Under the morning sun, a black figure stood in the bamboo forest. It was still a rusty sword.
In silence, he drew his sword and began to cleave, stab, lift, sweep, cut, hang, collapse, point, wipe, pinch, lift, cloud, frame, block, belt, pierce, chop, cut, hold, and collect. Every move had been integrated and connected. Every swing and dance had been connected without any pause. The Qi of Heaven and Earth naturally followed the young man's Qi movement. His essence, spirit, and Qi of Heaven and Earth gradually merged together. This was the state that one should have when breaking through the Xiantian Realm and reaching the Sky Origin Realm.
A soft sound was heard, and familiar footsteps could be heard. The young man smiled slightly, put away his sword, and stood tall. He was dressed in gray, with a head of white hair and a long sword in his hand. Wei Zhuang slowly walked over.
Two youths and two swordsmen stood facing each other. Their eyes met.
"Are you leaving today?"
"Yes, I have already learned it. This is the rule of the Phantom Valley.￣
"A year ago, Brother Master left, and now Second Brother is leaving too. I suddenly realized that I seem to have become a person. Haha."
"There won't be such peaceful days after leaving this place. I really miss it!￣
"Second brother´"
"What?"
"Will you kill me when we meet again?" His tone was calm, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
" Maybe-" His tone was a little joking. In fact, it was filled with hesitation.
"Second brother, you've broken the precepts. What Zongheng cares about the most is decisiveness, but you didn't make a decision this time.￣
"Is that so? Even I should leave." The voice is still in the ear, but people can't see it.
" Help me take care of Red Lotus!" Yan Hong shouted at the empty bamboo forest.
"I will, brother." This killer was not too cold.
" Clang!" This time, the sword drawing was no longer silent. This time, the sword was no longer ethereal and formless. The sword energy overflowed and the wind blew. Everything was not for cultivation or martial arts. It was only to vent the longing in his heart, to vent the reluctance in his heart, and to vent the blood that had been hidden for a long time.
"Zihuan! Your heart is in a mess, so your moves are also in a mess. The Art of Rampage is the most important to make decisions, but it is also the most taboo to mess up. Guigu 'zi's kind voice came from the illusory valley, instantly calming Yan Hong's mood. The bamboo forest returned to its calm state.
The sword dance started again. It was ethereal and traceless. It was graceful like a dragon, moving freely. This was Yan Hong, the elegant, calm, and indifferent noble young master.
He put away his sword and quietly looked at the Green Bamboo Garden that he had stayed in for four years. He gently stroked the green bamboo pole and bent down to pick up a piece of bamboo leaf. A quiet music sounded. It was elegant and touched, and there was a trace of sadness in it. It was melodious, long, and unending.
The bamboo leaves fell, and the sound of " sand-sand " came from the bamboo forest. Yan Hong sat quietly the whole day, cutting bamboo, watching the birds flying in the sky, listening to the cicadas chirping, and carefully experiencing the time the three of them had spent together for the past four years. Although they rarely laughed, they always inadvertently revealed a faint warmth.
As the sun set in the west, Yan Hong walked out of the bamboo forest with a vertical flute in his hand. The brothers had parted ways, and from now on, Yan Hong would dance with the sword. With Xiao as a friend, with wine as a companion, naturally has a different taste.
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The bright moon hung high in the sky, dotted with stars. From time to time, a few fireflies flew by, adding a hint of liveliness to the dark blue night.
The surging river water did not stop for a moment, and it was especially fierce on a full moon night. It was like a wild beast that was ready to devour all life at any time.
A thin figure stood proudly in the river with a huge sword in his hand. He waved the heavy sword in his hand against the surging waves over and over again. The buoyancy of the river did not help him at all. Instead, it made it harder for him to swing the heavy sword. However, the youth seemed to be unaware of it and just repeated the same movement, forgetting fatigue and time. He couldn't remember how many times he had stood in the river like this. Perhaps it was the thousandth time, or perhaps it was the two-thousandth time. Ever since he left the Ghost Valley from the Heavenly Guard Manor, he had also left the bamboo forest. Everything was so reluctant, but even if he was extremely reluctant, he had to let go.
After he left, he chose this place. The cold river water had been with him ever since, just like how the river water had helped Ge Nia purify his soul. Now, Yan Hong had chosen this place as well. He followed the river water and watched the sun rise and the moon rise. It could bring back those warm memories, but it could also allow the river water to bring all the distracting thoughts in his mind into the sea.
The wind was strong tonight. The moon was bright and the river was fast. Yan Hong had a feeling that tonight was an opportunity and a test for him.
By the river, on a cliff, an old man was looking up at the starry sky. Time passed like water, and many things had changed. The only thing that hadn't changed was the heart. It was the responsibility that the School of Political Conscience had for the world for hundreds of years. The Confucians first had Confucius 'benevolence, then Mencius' righteousness, and then Xunzi's evil. The Mohist school had gone from loving everyone and attacking all the way to killing all. The will of heaven had changed too much in hundreds of years. Only the responsibility of Gui Gu hadn't changed. As for Yan Hong, he was the most outstanding disciple of the School of Political Conscience in the past three hundred years. In the future, he would have to bear such a responsibility.
Tonight, the constellations would change, and the baleful aura would rush to the Big Dipper. The world would be in chaos, and Yan Hong would also face a calamity tonight. The Nine Revolutions of the Azure Dragon was both an opportunity and a challenge for Yan Hong. He could only rely on himself to deal with it.
The clouds gradually gathered, the starlight gradually dimmed, and the water gradually became turbulent. Yan Hong, who was waving his giant sword, clearly felt that tonight would not be as calm as before.
Time continued to pass. Just as the moonlight completely disappeared into the clouds, the river water erupted!
The strength that was originally neither fast nor slow suddenly increased by a hundred times. Yan Hong, who was in the water, was instantly drowned by this force. His thin figure was like the withered grass in the vast sea. There was no longer a trace of stability to speak of. Swinging and floating became the main melody of this. Naturally, he would always be the master of life. At this moment, Yan Hong truly experienced the fragility of life. The power of the green lake was enough to instantly matte the life of an Inborn expert. With Yan Hong's current Heavenly Yuan Stage internal energy, he could barely keep himself alive. However, it was impossible for him to continue standing in the water. He could only follow the current and the wind to struggle for survival in the water.
The moonlight had completely disappeared, and the moment the starlight had completely disappeared, Jiang Shui was like a tiger that had been released from its cage. It was as if he had lost control in an instant.
After a loud bang, the water had already overflowed the riverbank. The water rose sharply, and the wind suddenly rose. The power increased by a thousand times. At this moment, Yan Hong was like a speck of dust in the galaxy, completely losing control of his life. Once again, Yan Hong was on the verge of life and death.
At this moment, Guigu 'zi, who was on the cliff, had already left. For him, who was at the peak of martial arts, whether to save or not, he could only follow the flow and not deliberately do so. It was because he had jumped out of his destiny that Guigu' zi had seen through the Heavenly Dao. However, it was precisely because he had seen through the Heavenly Dao that there were too many things that he would not do, could not do, and did not dare to do. Whether Yan Hong could survive tonight or not depended on himself.
In the water, Yan Hong was already close to fainting. The hardships of his childhood in the State of Qin flashed through his mind, the mutual deception in the State of Yan, and the freedom in the Ghost Valley. Am I leaving? He started all over again, but he didn't expect it to end so quickly. Gradually, Yan Hong's consciousness began to sink, but those unforgettable voices sounded in the depths of his soul.
"Young Master, wake up. You promised me that you would come back. I will wait for you for the rest of my life.￣
"Langjun, what's wrong with you? Are you leaving now? Have you forgotten that you want to give me a home?￣
" You are different from us. From the moment you entered Phantom Valley, I knew-"
"My decision was not wrong. It's just that I'm not strong enough. Do you want to be a weakling now?￣
"Zihong, Zihuan, child, are you giving up now? You forgot the meaning of your name, you forgot the responsibility on your shoulders-"
"Brother Zihong!"
"Brother Zihong!"
" Junior Brother Zihong-"
Every sentence was so warm and familiar, Xie Zhiyun. Hong Yu. Big Brother Master, Second Brother Master, Yan Dan, Nian Duan, Hong Lian, and the most innocent and kind girl in his memory, Duanmu Rong.
Beautiful memories, an unbreakable bond, an unforgettable friendship. For all of these, I-must live on. Ah-the most mysterious power in the depths of my heart was once again triggered. It was still the seven bright spots of light, still the ancient jade scroll.
With a loud boom, the entire river seemed to have exploded. A water dragon rushed out from the middle of the river. As the giant sword swung up and down, it brought with it an unstoppable force. The Qi of Heaven and Earth gradually showed signs of being controlled. Yan Hong's understanding of control spread uncontrollably. At this moment, he was only a step away from the microscopic realm.
The darkness had passed. The clouds gradually dispersed, and a ray of golden morning light sprinkled on Yan Hong's body. The moment his state of mind connected with the Heavenly Dao, an uncontrollable sadness surged into his heart, as if he was about to lose something important.
In Mingyu Pavilion, Guigu 'zi looked to the north and sighed softly. He shook his head with a trace of sorrow on his face.
In Mirror Lake Medical Manor, a simple carriage had already set off. A gentle sigh came from within the carriage.
"Well, I hope God will give me more time.￣
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, let's go.￣
For you, I'll hold on until-
Dust flew as the carriage set off.
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Now that you're dead, I'm going to bury you. I don't know when I'll die.
Now I'm burying flowers, people laugh at me. Who will bury me in other years?
Look at the fading flowers of spring, when beauty dies of old age.
Once spring is over, the beauty is old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing!
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