"Yuanjun, can I dare to ask you some questions?"

"You want to ask about these two verses, right?"

Wei Huacun turned around, turned his back to Wang Yu, and two lines of poetry on the rock wall appeared in the darkness-

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

Wang Yu couldn't see Wei Huacun's expression now, and he couldn't guess what she was thinking, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Just when he was worried in his heart, Wei Huacun slowly spoke about the past:

"I can't remember how long it was."

"That year, I was not the world-famous Purple Void Yuanjun, just a girl who was proud of her talents, and there was no man in the Hongchen World who could make me tempted...... Until I met the man. ”

"I remember that it was a rainy afternoon, and I passed by Maoshan Mountain and entered this cave to escape the rain."

"I thought it was a cave with no people, but I heard the sound of wooden fish coming from the depths."

"Curious, I went to look for him, and in a stone house deep in the cave, I met him, an ascetic monk who was practicing meditation alone in the mountains."

"The dim oil lamp reflected on his pious and resolute face, half dark, half bright, but in my eyes, it was as if all the gods and Buddhas were eclipsed in front of him...... The first time, I fell in love with a man, but he was a monk. ”

"I've lived in the cave ever since, but he never really opened his heart to me."

"I was angry and tried with him again and again, winning his scriptures, winning his wooden fish, and winning his house."

"When he had no scriptures, he wrote them on the rock wall in his house with charcoal, and when he had no wooden fish, he used the dishes and chopsticks to eat, and when he had no house, he meditated under the trees...... His heart for the Buddha is as solid as a rock. ”

"Finally, one day, he lost everything and was left with himself."

"I said, if you lose to me again, give yourself to me."

"He said yes, but this time, we're not trying to make moves, we're trying to create moves."

"It took me seven days to create four powerful swordsmanship, and I named them 'Flash in the Pan', 'Ten Directions Unbounded', 'Hundred Birds and Phoenix', and 'A Thousand Stacks of Terrifying Waves'."

"I confidently handed over the sword book to him, I don't believe that this man who has been losing to me can create moves with the same power in the same amount of time."

"But the next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found a few books and two lines of poetry on the bedside."

"When I saw those two lines, my heart felt like it was broken. I ran out of the cave like crazy to find him, but there was no more to him, and I knew at that time that he would never come back. ”

"I returned to the stone house in a daze, and opened the booklet with unfinished handwriting, on which were the four sword moves he wrote in one night, which were 'Vientiane Returns to Truth', 'Billion Fire Nirvana', 'Trillion Eternal Tribulation', and 'Jingji Po Sa'."

"I was very shocked, because the power of these four sword moves is far superior to the four styles I created! It's in the realm of gods! At that time, I realized that I had always thought that he was deliberately letting me. ”

"In a fit of rage, I burned down this stone house."

"Since he wants to be a monk, then I want to be a Taoist aunt. He had to do asceticism all his life, and in the end he didn't know which cave he would die in by the side of that wild road. I want to be the first class honorable person in the Hongchen world. So I started a sect in Maoshan and set up a dojo. ”

When Wei Huacun said this, he turned around, and his eyes flashed with tears: "Actually...... In fact, my real idea is that after I become famous in the world, let him know my news no matter where I am, and let him know that I have always been in Maoshan...... I've been waiting for him to come back! But he didn't come back......"

After Wang Yu heard this, he was very sad in his heart.

But at the same time, it is also very shocking, Wei Huacun's girlhood, he was able to create a four-style Zhuxian sword technique in seven days, and anyone who can practice the first style in seven days today can already be said to be a genius who shocks the past and the present.

Sure enough, those who can leave their names in history are by no means ordinary people.

And the ascetic who did not leave any traces of existence was even more terrifying, and in just one night, he wrote the more powerful last four forms.

Such a person is willing to live in obscurity for a lifetime, which is already a realm that makes people look up to the mountains.

After sighing, Wang Yu returned to the real problem.

Now that one of the authors was finally standing in front of him, he hurriedly asked: "Yuanjun, why can't I master the three forms after cultivating, can you tell me the reason?" ”

Wei Huacun said: "You are not only the last three forms, you have already gone astray since the lower part of your cultivation. Although you can now rely on your powerful Dao power to perform the Fifth Form of 'Returning to Truth', you can only get its form, not its origin. If you continue to follow this cultivation method, it will be impossible to make any progress at all. ”

Wang Yu hurriedly said, "Please Yuanjun for detailed guidance." ”

Wei Huacun said: "The four-style swordsmanship created by that man comes from Buddhism, and if you use the Taoist way to cultivate, it is the opposite way, of course, it is impossible to practice." ”

Wang Yu said, "Then do I want to read the Buddhist scriptures?" ”

Wei Huacun said: "Just one copy is enough." When the man left the sword book, he was probably afraid that I wouldn't be able to understand it, so he specially wrote a "Book of Withered Leaves" and put it at my bedside with the sword book. The "Dead Leaves Sutra" is a commentary on the four styles of swordsmanship, and even non-Buddhist people can practice according to the guidance of the scriptures. ”

Wang Yu was very happy and immediately asked, "Where is that scripture now?" ”

Wei Huacun said: "Together with the sword book written by him, I burned it. ”

Wang Yu's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, but after thinking about it, although the original work was burned, maybe Wei Huacun transcribed it from memory afterwards, just like the four styles in the lower part of the sword spectrum, although the real work was burned, didn't there be a copy handed down?

However, Wei Huacun gave Wang Yu a slap in the face: "I did transcribe his four-style swordsmanship into a book later, and added my own four-style name 'Zhuxian Swordsmanship'." But I have never transcribed the "Dry Leaves Sutra", because I am a Taoist sect, and it is already very inappropriate to have Buddhist terms in the sword moves. ”

"Hey!"

Wang Yu was completely desperate, it seemed that if he wanted to practice the lower part of the sword spectrum, he must be familiar with various Buddhist classics to lay a good foundation.

But I didn't do it at all.

At this time, Wei Huacun spoke again: "But the full text of that scripture is still a lot in my mind. As long as it is something he wrote, I will never forget it at a glance. ”

Wang Yu saw hope again, and hurriedly asked: "Yuanjun, can you teach me the "Dry Leaves Sutra"?" ”

Wei Huacun said: "It is also fate to see you today, this scripture is here, it depends on how much you can remember." ”

In the darkness, thousands of glowing words appeared, like kelp hanging in the night sky.

Wang Yu subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to take pictures, but he didn't touch anything, and then he remembered that he was now in the consciousness of others.

He had to start rote memorization on his head.

The brilliance of the words gradually dimmed.

When they all disappeared, Wang Yu's eyes had turned back into a blackened stone house, and Wei Huacun's figure had disappeared.

"Thank you."

Wang Yu silently said thank you in his heart.

He knew that Wei Huacun had used his last divine sense to show himself the scripture.

While his memory had not weakened, Wang Yu immediately turned around and ran out of the stone house.

Seeing Wang Yu running out in a hurry, Xiao Chun asked worriedly, "Is there something going on inside?" ”

Wang Yu kept repeating the scriptures in his mouth, and he didn't dare to talk to Xiao Chun, for fear that if he interrupted, he would forget which sentence was missing.

Xiao Chun followed Wang Yu all the way back to the meditation room, and saw Wang Yu swinging his sword constantly, carving a lot of words on the rock wall in the air.

She was shocked, puzzled, and puzzled, but she didn't dare to disturb Wang Yu.

After Wang Yu wrote out the full text of the "Book of Withered Leaves" word for word, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Xiao Chun what was going on.

After listening to the story of the patriarch, Tsubaki was very moved.

But she was even more happy that Wang Yu had found the correct cultivation method.