Chapter 18: The Names
Time flows in the long river of history, and many years have passed, and those histories will eventually be quietly drowned in dust.
That was many, many years ago.
What has been passed down is just a legend from the mouth.
Zhang Ze has naturally heard people say these two names.
The first generation of the head of the Lonely Mountain has long been turned into dirt, but what has been passed down is the entire Lonely Mountain Kendo system, which has now been carried forward by the disciples of later generations.
And that Lonely Cloud Sword God suddenly disappeared from the continent sixteen years ago, and he disappeared without a trace.
Some people say that he went to another mysterious continent above the Canglan Continent.
There are also speculations that he went to the Outer Realm and fought with the Great Venerable who ruled the demon for several days, and then became a confidant with the Great Venerable and flew into the Heavenly Dao together.
Legends are just legends after all.
No one has seen it with their own eyes, and most of the stories they tell are just hearsay or speculation.
A lonely mountain is still a lonely mountain.
The Lonely Mountain Sect has been established for more than three hundred years, and although there are also many major sects that have risen to match it, the Lonely Mountain Sword Sect is still the largest and most prestigious sect in the entire continent.
It still has something to do with those two.
The Canglan Continent is the Continent of Swords.
It's a world where swords fight against swords.
Zhang Ze had already looked at the birds flying in the courtyard, and he didn't know what to remember.
The voice in the sword said, "Time is so interesting. ”
Zhang Ze suddenly said, "Then what kind of realm are you?"
The voice in the sword laughed and said, "Realm? Heh, after a long, long time, there will be no realm." ”
Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I don't understand." ”
The voice in the sword laughed: "It's just me who is playing with mystery." ”
Zhang Ze looked at the sword and said, "What kind of sword is it?"
The voice in the sword said: "This sword has followed me for decades, I have long since died, and the sword is also dead. ”
Zhang Ze has said: "I want to see what it looks like after it is unsheathed." ”
The sword rust is deep, deep.
......
The snow was still falling.
Half a month later.
Zuoshi, who had not been to this courtyard for a long time, knocked on the wooden door wrapped in snow one evening.
Tea is boiling in an iron pot.
The tea is already boiling.
The tea in the cup was a little cold.
Zuo Shi was still as calm as usual, and there seemed to be few things that could make him angry.
Zhang Ze had already handed him the cup full of tea and said, "Come in the snow, you must say something." ”
Zuo Shi took the teacup, nodded and said, "It's the first time." ”
Zhang Ze didn't react anymore and said, "When?"
Zuo Shi looked at the cup in his hand and said, "The day after tomorrow." ”
Zhang Ze has already said: "You want me to participate?"
Zuo Shi looked at his face and did not speak.
Zhang Ze already knew his intentions, and said sincerely: "The reason why I am still here so far is that many times it is you who intercede for me in Lingyun Palace. But I'm sorry, I can't be a teacher. ”
Zuo Shi drank the tea and exhaled a breath of mist for a long time.
Tea is always so old.
"Young people naturally need to be more open-minded. ”
Zhang Ze had already smiled and understood the meaning of Zuo Shi's words.
The ranking of the sword test is not the most important, but the teacher.
Although it is equally important for a practitioner to be gifted and hardworking, the most important thing is to choose a good teacher.
In addition to the path of cultivation, there must also be a guiding light.
The higher the light, the farther you can see.
Zuo Shi held the teacup and tapped the cup with his index finger constantly and slowly.
"I don't know why I like you inexplicably. ”
As a teacher of the Lingyun Palace, if an ordinary disciple heard such words, it would be a great encouragement.
Zhang Zeji sighed: "I feel that this kind of thing is sometimes reliable, and sometimes it is not accurate. ”
Zuo Shi said: "I believe in my feelings. ”
Zhang Ze remembered the evening when he first met Zuo Shi.
Master Zuo smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't worship me as a teacher, I don't value such a thing as face, if you set foot on the path of cultivation, I will be very pleased." ”
Zhang Ze smiled and said, "Thank you." ”
Zuo Shi said: "Do well in the first try, although I can't perceive the realm of you, but I still feel that you are not so simple." Su Ye takes such a fancy to you, there must be a reason for him. ”
The tea leaves in the pot never seem to boil.
The left division is about to prepare to leave.
Zhang Ze had already gotten up to send him off.
Zuo Shi looked at him and said, "It's not easy to test the sword. ”
Zhang Ze has smiled and said, "Understood." ”
......
Day 2.
When Zhang Ze got up, the sun had set.
The head seemed to have countless cracks.
He watched the sunset squeeze in through the crack in the door and couldn't help but take a breath.
Last night he went down the hill again to drink.
Came back very late, very late.
It was still a little chilly in the room.
Tomorrow is the first exam.
Try the sword at the beginning of spring.
There are going to be some days.
The preliminary test is just an assessment test, and only those who pass the initial test are eligible to participate in the sword test.
I think some disciples will prepare seriously, and there are probably many disciples in the sword trial forest who are still practicing swords.
Zhang Ze was already looking out of the house.
The snow is caressed at dusk, and it looks harmonious.
Zhang Ze had already gotten out of bed, ran outside the house, picked up some dry wood on the steps, and lit a fire. I washed my face again, and I woke up from last night's drunkenness.
Then he lay down on the bed again, wrapped himself like a dumpling, and fell asleep again.
He just wants to sleep today.