1.

As Ming Shaozhong said. Before winter, Qingyun Mountain is already frosty and white as snow, withered everywhere, and desolate.

This is clearly the trace of Chen Boyang's visit.

When I rushed to Qingyun Mountain, it was as if I had experienced an extremely tragic battle.

The ground was mottled with blood, and several wounded disciples were wiping tears from their eyes to clean up the bodies of other disciples.

I grabbed one of them and asked, "Where is Chen Boyang?"

As soon as the words came out, the disciple's face was full of resentment, and he scolded: "If I knew where the thief was, even if I didn't want to do my best, I would stab him with two swords." ”

I asked again, "What about care?"

The disciple's mouth opened, and he left without speaking.

I grabbed another disciple and asked, "Where are your masters?"

He didn't want to answer me, but after a period of intimidation, he finally said to me timidly: "The head of the family was injured after a big battle with Chen Boyang, and now I don't know where I went. ”

Yi Cheng Cheng also left.

I'm not angry, God won't help me, if I can come a few hours earlier, maybe I can block the two of them in the Qingyun Gate together. But I'm a step too late.

I finally got the news, and now it's a bubble again.

I'm going to pack up my heart and look for it again.

I looked at the majestic size of Qingyun Mountain, and the gilded pillars in it were still as dazzling as they were back then. Six years ago, the scene of Bai Jingxing's death came to mind again.

Back then, Yi Careful became the head of the Qingyun Sect because of the "careful" of the patriarch of the Qingyun Sect. At that time, it was Bai Jingxing's great practice.

I walked into the Qingyun Sect and slowly walked to the high platform in the middle. There used to be Bai Jingxing's coffin here, and his image as white as snow seemed to be a phantom, faintly appearing in front of my eyes.

"Qingyun is big, idlers are not allowed to trespass, please leave. "A man with a fair eyebrow stood in front of me, with a wound on his left shoulder, staining his pale blue sleeve red.

I asked, "Who are you?"

He saluted me respectfully and said, "In the lower Qingyun Pai Luo Qinghai." ”

It's an unfamiliar name, but his speech and demeanor are down-to-earth and decent, giving people a rare sense of comfort.

"Ji Daxia, but you remembered the past?" Luo Qinghai asked.

I said, "You know me?"

Luo Qinghai smiled slightly and said, "The leader of the martial arts alliance back then, the proud person of the master, how dare Qinghai not recognize it?"

I said, "You are also a disciple of Bai Jingxing?"

Luo Qinghai said: "In the third ranking, although it has been a long time since I started, because my martial arts attainments are not deep, and I am not as good as my brothers, so I have been obscure, which makes Ji Daxia smile." ”

Looking at Luo Qinghai, I was really happy for Bai Jingxing. Finally, the generous and decent people in Qingyunmen can inherit the mantle of Bai Jingxing. Then in the future, I will be able to kill Yi Jing even more without any worries.

Thinking of Bai Jingxing, my heart felt sour.

He was not only someone who inspired me a lot, but also represented a memory that I will never forget.

I said, "I have a request." ”

Luo Qinghai asked, "Ji Daxia, please speak." ”

I said, "I want to go and worship Bai Jingxing." ”

"This ......" Luo Qinghai looked embarrassed.

I asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

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Luo Qinghai shook his head and said, "You have a lot of friends with Shizun, I think he will definitely be willing to meet you." It's just that according to the Qingyun ancestral system, the spiritual position of the master has been offered to the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is the place where the spiritual seat of the ancestors of my Qingyun Dynasty is enshrined, and according to the rules of my Qingyun Gate, non-Qingyun Gate people are not allowed to enter without permission. ”

"Forget it, then. "I don't want to embarrass Luo Qinghai, say goodbye to him, and turn away.

"Wait!" Luo Qinghai suddenly stopped me.

I was surprised and asked, "What else is going on?"

Luo Qinghai pondered for a moment and said, "Ji Daxiaqing comes with me." He made a "please" gesture with one hand, leading the way in front of me, leading me through a secluded path to a house in the backyard.

Although this room is not as magnificent as Qingyunda, it is also blue bricks and blue tiles, and it is solemn and abnormal. The previous copper tripod burned incense and smoked slowly.

"This is ......" I asked suspiciously, looking at the big one.

Luo Qinghai said: "This is the ancestral hall dedicated to the spiritual seat of the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect. He paused, and then said, "Master's spiritual position...... It's enshrined here. ”

I said, "Didn't you say that the Qingyun Sect has rules that non-Qingyun disciples are not allowed to trespass?"

Luo Qinghai said: "The rules are set by people. I don't think Shizun should blame me. It's just that this is a green cloud land after all, and I hope that after Ji Daxia's worship, he can come out quickly, and don't stay. Ji Daxia, please!"

I felt a burst of gratitude in my heart, and I added a little appreciation to Luo Qinghai. I think he said "thank you" and strode into the ancestral hall of the Qingyun faction.

2.

The green smoke fills the air, and the smell of incense makes people feel calm.

There are not many tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Qingyun Sect, because the Qingyun Sect has only been established by the ancestor Qingyunzi for less than two hundred years.

The tablet of Bai Jingxing is on the far left. An ordinary wooden plaque with a gilded rim around it.

"I'm coming. ”

The moment I saw Bai Jingxing's spiritual position, my heart was sore, my knees were paralyzed, and I slowly sank. Kneeling on the ground, with tears in his eyes, all the bitterness and bitterness he has experienced over the years, he wanted to say it to Bai Jingxing slowly, but he didn't know where to start.

Life is easy in the world, but it is really hard to live.

Therefore, Bai Jingxing gave up his name back then and completely threw this troubled rivers and lakes to future generations.

"Is that so?" I asked, sobbing.

No one answered.

The green smoke filled the air, and a faint strange floral fragrance slowly wafted in. I looked at Bai Jingxing's spiritual position, but it seemed to move on its own, it was retreating backwards, constantly retreating, getting farther and farther away from me, more and more blurred.

Until I realized that this was a very strange thing, and I wanted to leave, but I suddenly felt weak and weak, and after a period of dizziness, I lost consciousness in a groggy state.

3.

It's like entering a strange world.

The inky sky, the moon shines with the same light, the flowers are competing, and the insects are flying and the butterflies are dancing.

Such a beautiful scenery is by no means possessed in the world. Among the flowers of ten thousand colors, there is a gentleman in white who dances with a sword, the shape is sluggish, slow and urgent.

I stood among the flowers, the light mist around my knees, and I felt very stunned.

Since practicing swordsmanship, I have always thought that the way of swordsmanship is to win quickly, to be fierce when swords, to close the momentum quickly, even if there are flaws, but also fleeting, not to be captured by the enemy. It's like 6

The swordsmanship of the family, "fast" is his only way of infinite power.

However, the swordsmanship danced by the man in white did not seek to be fast, the long sword was in and out inch by inch, sometimes stretched, sometimes compact, and it seemed to be not very powerful, but it was rolled up and fluttered, and with the tip of the sword, it became a momentum.

Suddenly, the long sword shook, and the sound of the sword became more urgent. However, the white-clothed figure has not changed, it is still staggered, only the arms and wrists are more compact, and the long sword is more powerful in his hands, like thunder to restrain anger, like the river and the sea condensing the light.

I was stunned that there was anyone in the world who could wield a sword with such power.

The man in white jumped up suddenly, the long sword rushed straight up, the sword reached the halfway, but it turned abruptly, and slashed down vertically in front of it, the cold light flashed, and thousands of petals turned into needle rain, and with the swing of the long sword, "swish" swept forward.

Flowers are everywhere, caged under the rain of flowers, and the wind is screaming, like an ancient giant beast waking up, with a roar, rolling up a hurricane, unstoppable.

"Boom la la ......"

There was a chaotic sound, and I saw that everywhere the flowers and rain went, they were all dang) flat, and the flowers were swept all over the place, revealing the gray-black soil, which looked extremely ugly among the large flowers.

There was a huge shock in my heart, the seemingly unhurried move was so powerful, the soft petals were rolled up, and if it was replaced with sand and gravel all over the ground, wouldn't the person who was hit be beaten into a sieve.

The man in white fell to the ground, his long sword hidden in his sleeve, he turned his back to me, and asked with a smile, "How?" As he spoke, he slowly turned around, his long beard fluttering, like a fairy.

Bai Jingxing!

I hurried over to catch him, but he jumped a few feet backwards. I desperately shouted, "Is it you, is it really you?"

"My swordsmanship, can you write it down?" Bai Jingxing asked again.

I don't chase him anymore, because he's so erratic that I can't catch him. I said, "Write down three or four points." ”

"Look again!" Bai Jingxing said, and suddenly the long sword cut out the cuffs, like a dragon going out to sea, and groaned softly. The long sword waved with a wave, rolled up 10,000 petals, and floated in the wind).

I looked intently, and my hands unconsciously followed the comparison, although the movements were no different from Bai Jingxing, but the power was very different. When he was puzzled, he suddenly heard Bai Jingxing read: "The sword is not fast but powerful, and the move is not in the form but in the mind." ”

This sentence means that when the sword is wielded, it is not necessary to deliberately imitate the moves, but to pay attention to how to wield its might. Chen Ke understood a little, but he heard the man say again: "The moves are penetrating without sticking, and the strength is hidden in the sword without leaking the edge." ”

Moves are not rigid?

I was astonished, isn't this the same thing that the strange man in Tinglan said?

I frowned, jumped into the air, raised the long sword, and rolled up the rain of flowers, which was more powerful than Bai Jingxing's sword.

"Ahh

I shouted, and the long sword slashed into the air, and the rain suddenly froze in the air, and fell quickly in the direction of the long sword.

"Whoa!" There was a chaotic sound, and the rain turned into a thunderbolt, and the prosperity of the land was swept away.

Falling steadily to the ground, I was surprised and delighted, I couldn't believe that this trick was actually from my own hands.

Bai Jingxing suddenly frowned, he looked at me and said, "You have a bad mind, and you have practiced some crooked arts?"

No, no! I had to do it!

I raised my head, but I saw that under the inky sky, among the endless flowers, it was empty, and Bai Jingxing did not know where to go.