This is the most detailed and organized record of this set of notes since it was put together.

There is no description of the picture, but the long note only records the ripples in the sound paper plainly and accurately, and traces all the sounds heard by the man sitting alone in the study that night into the reader's eyes in turn.

The sound paper is hidden in the hilt of the sword, the sword is stored on the third floor of the back building of the law enforcement hall, the evidence of the case is mostly stored here in the past six months, the back of the house is the barrier, the left and right are the storage rooms, and the front is the hall of the case handling on duty.

In this environment, I will write about everything I have heard here.

[Hour and Hour], enabled.

There were mixed voices outside the door, several people walked around, asked, consulted, and talked, and the wind behind the building was surging.

[three quarters of the hour], a footstep is near, the key enters the hole, and the lock is crisp. The door opened, and the noise outside was clear for a moment, and this footstep entered, calling back, "Is the waist card right?" Then he left with his belongings, closed the door and locked it, and did not touch the sword.

[From the hour to the end of the unitary hour], the wind is slightly weaker, and the noise outside the door comes and goes, gradually becoming less and less.

[Hai Shi], people got up and left their seats one after another, counting five.

A young man smiled: "Elder Gan, the juniors have taken the first step." ”

The sound of turning the page stopped, and the old man said slowly: "Well, the road is slower." ”

The crowd departed, and there was a heavy "squeak", and the door of the outer hall opened, and when it closed, it was extremely light, almost unheard.

So the voices of people were silenced, only the remaining fire candles cracked, and occasionally there were the sounds of grinding ink, spreading paper, coughing lightly, and making tea, and there was no other noise.

About eight minutes later, one got up and left his seat.

Put down the pen, the book hinge, the scroll into the cylinder, extinguish the candle, raise the sword, a light cough, and then the footsteps gradually fade away, and the hall door "squeaks" to open and close once.

The door locked, the owl chirped outside the window, and there was silence.

[The beginning of the child].

(The man's pen and ink are meticulous.) ）

There was still complete silence, and the ripples on the writing paper were almost in a straight line, with occasional slight undulations or two, the sound of birds fluttering on the trees.

The silence of the night continued, and time flowed, and so it passed for nearly an hour.

[Seven Quarters of the Hour]

A footstep suddenly appeared in the outer hall. I pulled this section back three times to make sure there was no sound of the door or the door lock.

The walk was gentle, steady, and even, radially towards the storage room. I don't think it's the pace of a vigilant person.

Getting closer and closer, the footsteps did not stop. until he was in front of the sword.

Before I left, I confirmed that the lock of the door of the storage room had an additional Xuan Qi array compared to the outer hall, but it also didn't make any noise. There was no sound of breathing or rubbing of clothing during the whole process, and the sound produced by the person was very abrupt and jumping.

The very slight and clear sound of "dang chang" was a vibration from the sword itself.

Then there is the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath, slow and short, it should only be out of the sheath, and after two breaths, it slowly returns to the sheath.

There seemed to be a very slight snort, and I think that if there is no other reason, it should be regarded as a light sigh for those who have cultivated here.

Suddenly, the wind was full of whistling and hunting, but it only lasted for a breath and a half, and these voices softened at the same time.

The sound of the wind remained, but no longer the roar of being knocked away, but the flow of water that flowed smoothly.

The sound of the night was no longer separated by a barrier, but empty and clear, and a sharp and short owl suddenly sounded very close to the "foot", but it was pulled very far away in an instant.

Before the shrill fell, the man was out of the range it could reach.

【Ugly Moment】

The soft sound of the wind disappeared, and the footsteps stepped on the ground, hard and heavy, the sound of stepping on stones, and there was a slight friction of earth and sand.

The sound of the wind is very weak here, and the sound of the water is thick in the distance.

The footsteps rang twenty-seven times in a row, and after a slight pause, there was a "squeak" in front of him, and a door was pushed open.

The door was not closed, the sound of the wind was left behind, and the footsteps continued inward, and the room was extremely quiet. A very soft voice sounded at this time: "You killed my elite just for such a bead?" ”

The male voice was unfamiliar, soft but not weak.

It came from about two feet in front of it, but like the person carrying the sword, there was no sound of "human" flowing out, and there was only silence in the world of sound.

"The sword is broken, and he is no longer a talent." Three feet above, a man's steady and even voice came from above.

He doesn't speak fast, about seven or eight percent of my average Japanese speed, but he looks much "younger" in front of the previous person. Generally speaking, high-ranking and elderly people like to speak softly.

"It's not something I'm allowing." The man in the room said softly.

"I'm sorry, but for this matter, we'll have to get this bead out before we can get your permission." The man's voice was still even, "I've been talking about 'having flesh and bones, and it's hard to make a real body' all these years, and this is the solution I came up with." ”

Quiet breathing.

The man's voice continued: "This bead stores the disciple's strongest swordsmanship, it is made by Xinpo, and it is the same as the material used in the 'Sword Heart Zhao' of the Sword Cultivation Academy, after reflecting the eyes, there will be three steps of [input], [rubbing], and [retaining], and the sword is preserved when a person dies, which is for the 'soul snatching sword'." ”

(The pen and ink become slow and heavy here)

Quiet three breaths.

The man in the house asked, "How can you teach him this sword?" ”

Zhang Meiqing's pen and ink had an obvious pause here, and Pei Ye also stopped his sliding fingers at the same time.

There was a moment of silence, and his gaze continued to move downward, and the man's pen and ink were still described.

"It's not 'taught,' it's 'empowerment.'" The man said softly, "Just point this bead at the 'Heart Mirror' and complete the same reflection." A dragon 'bone' and a sword 'flow' only take a quarter of an hour. ”

Ten breaths of silence.

"He could learn the sword on his own – like now. But the progress of each course is measured in years, and when the opportunity comes, we don't have time to wait. ”

"It's that you don't have time to wait."

"Of course." The man said.

"We have been trying our best in the shadows for more than 20 years, just for that coincidence." The man's voice was indifferent, "That's why we have to make sure that when it comes, we're ready." ”

"It's just as important to you." The man continued, "Since he can't leave here, we'll have to bring the meat back. This bead is the flat tan. ”

"But I remember we talked about it, and the amount of 'bones' hasn't been filled yet."

"It's filled up today."

"Oh?"

"We have found a way in Xilong, and with this pearl, in the next five years, we can leave Shaolong and go to the west. There are nine lines over there, and you can pick at least six fruits. The man said, "There are at least fourteen Guishan gates, and outside the mountain, [Jinyu Zhai], [Yuquan Mountain], and [Five Swords Blessed Land] have all been picked. ”

"One more?"

"[Liangshan Palace] has a true outcast, and our people have embellished him. In addition." The man paused slightly, "We still have an insurance ,—— in the Far North Bowangzhou, there is a [Cuiyu Sword Gate]. ”

"Gu Yufei's inheritance, as far as I know, has been broken."

"Yes, the remaining half just doesn't reach the threshold of 'flow'." The man paused again, "But when I was over there, I talked to the boss once. He said that the lost half actually took away most of the charm of this half, although the half of the sword could not be recovered, but after studying the sword theory, some of the charm could be recovered, and that was the direction of his efforts. ”

“.”

"I went to see it a few days ago, and he already has two very talented disciples."

"It's still unsettled."

"But this is also the last insurance, if it goes well, Xilong and Kongtong can be completed, even if Xilong loses and Kongtong loses. When it really came time to use it, the other twenty-three 'streams' must have been gathered. ”

"This bead will get us out." The man finally said, "Many problems will be solved." ”

Ten breaths of silence.

"But it's going to kill." The man in the room whispered, "For every person you kill, leave an extra line, and you can make it impossible for those seeking revenge to catch it, but it won't disappear." Someday in the next few years, these threads may be pulled back. ”

"It's just a trade-off."

The silence of three breaths.

"Okay, I agree." The voice was very soft in the silence.

"But don't show any more traces of it." The person in the house continued, "There are many eyes and ears in the mountains, and the first seemingly seamless shot was detected by Zhang Meiqing, and this is still a situation that most people have not been vigilant about - once it is made public, you and I will be doomed." ”

The man chuckled, slightly dumb because of his low profile: "Famous family, indeed handsome and talented." ”

"Okay, now prove that it works."

Pei Ye pressed his hand here.

Three years after taking the [Xiting Heart] from the Hushan Sword Gate, Pei Ye saw his traces again.

His current behavior is the will of Happy Death Building, what are they seeking in Kongtong? What does all this have to do with [Daliang]?

Pei Ye continued to look down, his eyes flickered, and he held his breath in front of the next paragraph.

This passage is very strange, and the man's emotions are almost revealed when he puts pen to paper.

"Please try your sword first." The man said.

The voice rang out, and then moved away.

There were no footsteps, and of course it was easy for him to cover his footsteps, but I think it was the sword that was handed out.

The sound of the sword sounded, the sound of the sword blade breaking the wind, this sound is familiar to the people of Kongtongmen every day, but I want to describe this sword dance.

I don't have the ability to listen to the sound to tell the origin of the swordsmanship, but I can distinguish this frequency and the power of breaking the sky This is the sword of Xianqiao Peak, and when I communicated with Ji Feng in the past, I often watched him practice.

What made me barely breathe was the faint, but absolutely real, familiarity of the mixture.

Among Kongtong's disciples, this should be an excellent level. Each sword sound is sonorous and powerful, and there is plenty of room for the flow between moves.

But if you look at it from a higher perspective, the many flaws in it begin to be uncomfortable—not enough dripping outbursts, hesitant swords, too soft killing intent.

This is exactly the problem that Xiao Feng had when he practiced "White Rainbow Chapter".

The sound of the sword stopped.

The voice of the man in the room came from his usual position: "He hasn't learned yet. ”

The man said, "Yes." ”

Yes.

I listened to this passage seven times before I realized that the one who danced the sword was indeed not the one who "promised" the high position.

There was always a third person in the house.

He doesn't speak, he doesn't make any sound, and there is no trace of his existence other than listening to the man's "please try the sword first".

"So now, let's let him learn." The man said softly.

An unbearable silence for half an hour.

The man whispered, "Please try the sword again." ”

The sound of the sword resumed.

(There is a long pause here, and the ink is wet with a small piece of paper.)

I can't describe the sound.

Suddenly, too many sword sounds filled the room, I don't know how a person could dance with a sword like this, and in all directions I almost suspected that it was not one person who had not made a sound here, but ten, a hundred zombie-like things!

Now they wielded their swords, with a calm, standard, powerful sound, each sword was as powerful as I don't know how to describe it, but there was no more precise sword than this.

Not perfection, but extreme precision.

Each swordsman has his own style. When those sword moves are learned one by one, unlike the loss of control when they first learned, the swordsman will deliberately increase or lighten the place, facing different enemies, different moves, different strength directions, and the same sword will show a thousand postures.

But now it's just that. Play.

Accurate playback - [Bridge] This sword is a long arc, the sound from weak to strong and strong and from strong to weak, and this sound appears four times in different places, and the ripples they form on the sound paper are exactly the same.

These sounds gradually became harmonious and unified in the playback, interweaving a complementary sword momentum, and then the sword sound gradually weakened, like twilight smoke, becoming indistinct.

The sound of the sword in front of him seemed to pull a weakening straight line to the left, and it evenly pulled a smooth slope on the sound paper.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, from left to right, a sword roared and the sound of the wind swept through, the window leaves clattered, the door page shook, and the wind swept through the whole room in an instant.

I recognized this sword, [Guanri], and within a moment, he really learned it.

"Now, we have one more 'stream'." The man said.

Owls chirped outside.

Pei Ye's gaze moved down, this is the end of this long note, and the man behind wrote about the process of the sword being put back, but there is nothing to see.

The long section on the back is a man's self-talk, Pei Ye didn't read it for the time being, he pressed his hand on this note, and took out a walnut-sized bead from under his clothes.

Half iron-cast and half-polished, the two completely different materials joined together seamlessly, and the faint light overflowed with holes and carvings, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

They had guessed a lot of the purpose of stealing the sword from the Soul Snatcher in Huan Death Building, and Sui Zaihua also jokingly asked him to "give it a try" according to himself, but they didn't expect that the sword they snatched could really be "taught".

This is something more incredible than taking the soul, because a person's mind is not a blank sheet of paper for printing, and if a sword is to be included, the mind is built and adapted to the principle of a sword without being engraved and branded.

Pei Ye suspected that Zhang Meiqing had gone into a misunderstanding, before saying that the thing that danced the sword in the middle of the night seven years ago was a human. Pei Li would first wonder if he was a living being.

But there is no empirical suspicion that he himself does not dare to hold on. Maybe there is such a demonic way of practicing swords in the world, and he already knows that he is shallow.

Fortunately, he really has a soul snatcher bead in his hand now, recording many scattered swordsmanship that is not enough for "flow", among which the main beam is the half-style phantom sword that Shang Huaitong has never learned until his death.

Pei Ye slowly raised the bead in his hand and stopped in front of his eyes.

(End of chapter)