Zhang Duanjing was sitting in Baopu Pavilion on the mountain behind the pavilion, stroking a length of Lushui Yinchen fir that was more than five feet long in front of him. The surface of the wood was dark and had a purple luster. He folded his fingers lightly, and the sound of bells and bells sounded, clear and melodious.
"What is this? Is Zhao Shu planning to give the young Taoist monk a betrothal gift?" A white-haired old man came with a stick and an unruly look, twisting his beard and smiling.
Zhang Duanjing's expression was cold: "Zhao Shu received the kindness of saving his life and should repay him."
"After all this time, we have this feeling." The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that Zhao Shu was taught by you to be a stupid donkey who doesn't know how to adapt and is stubborn. There is no need to avoid the love between a man and a woman.
Even if you don’t overdo it, tranquility and nourishment are the best. The result is good for you. I don’t know what kind of medicine you have taken. The master and the disciple are holding it in and refuse to let it go. How can these be immortal cultivators who care about Taoism and let everything go?"
"You know it clearly, why bother to be sarcastic." Zhang Duanjing closed his eyes and said, "What I want to do will not be violated by the laws of heaven and earth. If I have any relatives, it will only cause trouble. Zhao Shui also understands this principle. Only the heart is as strong as iron.
You have to go through torture. Indulging in love and desire will ultimately harm others and yourself, which is really unnecessary."
The white-haired old man laughed: "That's what you said, but when it comes to doing things, you don't mind dragging my junior brother into trouble."
"You and I both came from Yunyan Peak, and now you are the only one who has received the true inheritance." Zhang Duanjing's expression softened: "Some things are not that others cannot be trusted, it's just that the ability is insufficient."
"Are you praising me?" The white-haired old man laughed loudly: "It's rare that a senior brother who has never softened his words can actually praise others."
Faced with the sarcasm, Zhang Duanjing was not angry. The white-haired old man couldn't tease him, so he had to ask: "Since you said Yunyanfeng inheritance, why didn't you teach "Yuding Liuxia Chapter" to Zhao Shu? "Shu Yu Wu Zang"
"Chapter" is indeed refined, but it is limited to before the formation of the Fetus Immortal. With Zhao Shu's qualifications, you don't want him to stay away, right?"
"The "Shuyu Wuzang Chapter" is in line with his praise of the official family. In the past, his cultivation was still shallow, so he naturally needed to lay a solid foundation." Zhang Duanjing replied.
The white-haired old man said: "But I saw him sitting facing the wall before, exhaling his true energy, and sometimes forming seals to form. This is the immortal method of Chongxuan Pavilion. Master Liang took the lead and took action. Are you so willing?"
"There is no right or wrong in immortality. Zhao Shui's practice of Chongxuan Hall's immortality does not mean that he has respect for Liang Tao." Zhang Duanjing said: "And only in this way can Zhao Shui gain Liang Tao's trust."
"You are playing with fire." There was speculation in the white-haired old man's eyes: "It's just that I didn't expect that you protected Zhao Shu so well in the past, but now you are willing to let him go and let him fall into the tiger's mouth?"
"Zhao Shu today is no longer what he used to be." Zhang Duanjing paused and said, "I am not the same either."
The white-haired old man asked again: "But Zhao Shui has to face Liang Tao in person. Aren't you afraid that the National Master will directly kill Zhao Shui after he succeeds?"
"I'm already making preparations, just to be sure." Zhang Duanjing said: "And you underestimate Zhao Shu. He has already guessed about my dealings with Chi Yun."
The white-haired old man opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is this serious?"
Zhang Duanjing nodded slowly: "I guess he had contacts with Chiyun when he was in Jianjia Pass, and even met the three elders in person."
The white-haired old man twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Perhaps it was the Third Elder who came to visit me on his own initiative. I think your apprentice is quite interested in them."
Zhang Duanjing took out a colorful pearl-bearing clam and said, "Go to Cangwu Ridge and give this photographic ultimatum to the three elders."
"What did you find out again?" The white-haired old man took the colorful clam and played with it back and forth.
"Within five thousand miles, I can use this instrument to communicate with the three elders of Chiyun." Zhang Duanjing said calmly.
The white-haired old man chuckled: "It's amazing. With this one thing, it's far better than those guys in Chongxuan Hall who grind mirrors all day long."
Zhang Duanjing did not feel the slightest pleasure at being complimented: "The Sigui mirror is not only used for taking pictures and transmitting sounds, but it can also assist in practice and reveal ghosts and gods. Liang Tao's concise and refined Ming mirror reflects his level of cultivation."
"So you think Liang Tao can't be killed with the Divine Sword alone?"
"In the battle at Jianjia Pass, Ningzhen insisted on rescuing Zhao Shu, but was still snatched away by Liang Tao." Zhang Duanjing said: "With a level of cultivation like Liang Tao's, ordinary means are difficult to kill. The divine sword is used to restrain the immortal body.
, but the prerequisite is to trap Liang Tao in one place."
The white-haired old man shook his head: "How could Liang Tao be trapped so easily? The ten witches of Fengju and the gods of Nantu worked together to set up a barrier, but they could only barely keep him for a while, and the result was that the ten witches of Fengju were left.
They were all killed, even the Demon King Horned Snake was chopped down. Tsk, tsk, if this guy starts to attack, no one in Kunlun Continent can stop him."
"So let him take the initiative to trap himself." Zhang Duanjing's expression was solemn.
"Then it's time for you to waste your brains." The white-haired old man was about to leave when he said, "By the way, be careful when you go to see the little girl. The evil spirit of the sword is increasingly intruding on her sanity."
…
Zhang Duanjing came to the cave in the mountain. There were faint lights from stars on the dome, like a night sky decorated by artificial stars.
In the quiet cave, the sword energy was whistling like the wind. Zhang Duanjing was concentrating without any murderous intention. He raised his feet and walked in the strong wind. Although his clothes were fluttering, they were very slow and incompatible with the surrounding wind.
Suddenly, a majestic sword energy was like a rushing river, filling all corners of the cave and heading towards Zhang Duanjing.
Facing the sword energy that could shatter him to pieces, Zhang Duanjing stood still, put his hands behind his hands and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and forgot all the surroundings. The moment the sword energy hit him, it was like mist in the mountains, quietly sliding over his body, without any trace of movement.
Lossless.
The sword energy passed by, and silence returned to the cave. Zhang Duanjing was like waking up from a big dream, opening his eyes and looking into the darkness in the distance: "I named the divine sword 'Shou Ji' because I hope you will realize that the edge of the divine sword does not depend on how powerful it is.
Fierce. In order to be able to control the violent energy of disaster, you must always maintain silence, otherwise you will be harmed by the sharp edge of the divine sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew over quickly. The Nuo-faced swordsman held the divine sword and directly touched Zhang Duanjing's throat.
"I can still kill you without sword energy!" The Nuo-faced swordsman shouted coldly: "In the final analysis, you are just afraid that you will be controlled by the divine sword, so you only left yourself a way out when you forged the sword."
"No." Zhang Duanjing said clearly: "The Divine Sword is not a piece of iron. Some can be damaged and some cannot be damaged. When I was refining the Divine Sword, I never thought of using it to cause indiscriminate killings. I wish I could be like this, when I don't
If you have the intention to kill and keep the silence inside, the sharp edge of the divine sword will have no place to add to it."
"The sword is for killing people!" the Nuo-faced swordsman retorted, "Why are you using it for so many unnecessary purposes?"
"I don't hope that the person holding the sword will harm himself." Zhang Duanjing replied: "The Sword of Silence is as its name suggests. It is not only a warning to the person holding the sword, but also a true warning to ghosts, gods and immortals. The immortal family maintains silence and is quiet and carefree; Ghosts and gods remain silent, Yin and Yang are at peace."
"These things have nothing to do with me!" The Nuo-faced swordsman asked: "If I hadn't arrived in time, Ah Shu would have been killed by the big snake! Are those great principles you said of any use?"
"I refine this sword for the future," Zhang Duanjing said.
"Shut up!" The Nuo-faced swordsman shouted. The rubble from the dome above fell and the entire cave shook slightly.
"I don't want anything from Qianqiu Baidai, I just want Ah Shu's safety!" The Nuo-faced swordsman withdrew his sword and took off his mask, revealing a face that was delicate and yet sharp. Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"I know." Zhang Duanjing lowered his head and lowered his eyes: "But I don't want Zhao Shu to be under the protection of his elders forever. Cultivation is not just about meditating and breathing and facing the wall in seclusion. Zhao Shu should experience it and hone it. I hope that he Something has been accomplished.”
"You are just the head of a pavilion, why do you control Zhao Shu's life?" The Nuo-faced swordsman rebuked unceremoniously: "It's not enough to kill Zi Liang, and you want to use Zhao Shu to realize your bullshit wish. You and Liang Tao are no different!"
Zhang Duanjing's head was lowered, and his back seemed to bear a huge burden and he was no longer upright. Even though he tried his best to hide it, there was still a look of frustration on his face.
"Now we still need Zhao Shu to come forward." Zhang Duanjing said with strength: "Only if Zhao Shu continues to help arrange the rituals and rituals, can we finally have a way to kill Liang Tao. You have seen his capabilities. If he loses to the Divine Sword The edge can be avoided at any time, but the consequences will be even worse when the time comes."
"In that case, why were you led out of Jianjia Pass by the enemy in the first place?" the Nuo-faced swordsman asked angrily.
"I make mistakes too," Zhang Duanjing murmured.
"No!" The Nuo-faced swordsman wiped away his tears and said in a cold tone: "You are incompetent!"
After saying this, the swordsman turned and left, retreating into the darkness again, leaving Zhang Duanjing standing alone.
…
Zhao Shu took a boat to the Shixi Paradise outside the city. Looking at the lush vegetation, he thought that Jiang Ru had spent a lot of time taking care of this place.
Zhao Shu himself rarely came to this manor that originally belonged to the Zheng family in Jiujiang. But now that Lu Wangji was still injured, Zhao Shu settled her here to take advantage of the pure air of the blessed land to recuperate her vitality.
Considering that he had no official duties at the moment, Zhao Shu simply moved to Shixi Paradise to avoid being exposed and causing unnecessary extra trouble.
"Friend Lu Taoist is at Wangbo Pavilion in the west." Zhao Shushe landed on the boat and saw Jiang Ru waiting on the shore.
"How is Fellow Lu Daoist's injury?" Zhao Shu held the piano-making materials he had just obtained from the teacher and watched the servants move the other items into the manor one by one.
"Everyday activities are fine." Jiang Ru said, "But from the looks of it, she shouldn't be able to use magic. The internal injuries are obviously not healed."
While Zhao Shu was still deep in thought, Jiang Ru whispered: "I want to ask you something...can you give the Shen Ke Immortal Fruit to Lu Wangji?"
"I think so too." Zhao Shu asked: "But why do you have such a plan?"
Jiang Ru smiled slightly: "I was seriously injured by the Cangshui River, and then Lu Wangji took care of me. I always felt that I wanted to repay her, but I didn't know how to do it."
Zhao Mo raised his chin slightly and gestured in the direction of the manor: "The fairy fruit you returned to me will be placed in the manor. You can use it if you want."
"That's your thing after all. I can't use it without permission." Jiang Ru said.
Zhao Mian smiled and took out a jade box from the bamboo basket: "I forgot to tell you that I got another Shenke fairy fruit."
Jiang Ru looked slightly surprised, but then she understood: "Did the king give it to you?"
"Yes." Zhao Shu said with a smile: "There are plenty of them anyway, so it's not a big deal to give one to Lu Wangji."
Jiang Ru saw the white hair on Zhao Mian's temples, pursed her lips and said, "What's the big deal? You obviously need it more."
Zhao Shu shook his head: "The medicine is not right for the disease. The effect of the Shenke Fairy Fruit is to protect the vital energy channels and help regulate the healing process. The injury I suffered before has long since healed. The current condition is caused by my cultivation. No panacea will work."
, you can only rely on hard work and concentration.”
The servants moved all kinds of daily necessities into the manor, and Zhao Shu sent them back. This Shixi blessed land did not leave any ordinary people, and Zhao Shu did not need servants to take care of him. There were only Zhao Shu, Jiang Ru and Lu in the entire Shixi blessed land.
Wangji Sansan is a retreat for pure cultivation away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
"Friend Lu, please take a look." Zhao Shu came to Wangbo Pavilion and handed over the piece of wood for making the piano.
"Gloomy wood?" Lu Wangji could tell the material of the wood at a glance.
"Lushui is a dark cedar." Zhao Shu explained: "This tree was found by Dongtu Qin music masters two hundred years ago at the source of Lushui in Boya Mountain. This tree was buried deep in the spring and rock bottom for an unknown number of years, and has been suffering from the fresh air.
It has been tempered and soaked by spring water for a long time, making the wood resemble the material of jade. If you listen attentively, you can also feel the sound of spring flowing in the wood, which is very mysterious."
Lu Wangji raised his hand and stroked the wood. His long fingers seemed to be playing with the strings of a piano, hooking or rubbing along the grain of the wood. Although there were no strings, Zhao Shu could vaguely hear the sound of the piano, and even he was secretly surprised.
"It's indeed good material." Lu Wangji nodded in approval.
Jiang Ru asked from the side: "Where did you get such a fine piece of wood?"
"This piece of wood was not made into musical instruments at that time, and was collected by the Huaiying Hall after being transferred to the Huaiying Hall." Zhao Miao spread his hands and said, "But there are very few people in the Huaiying Hall who are proficient in music theory. In the past, someone planned to cut this piece of Lushui Gloomy Cedar.
It was made into a wooden sword, but it was found that the physical properties were not suitable. After much comparison, it was found that it could only be used to make musical instruments, so it was left in the warehouse without anyone taking care of it for a long time."
Lu Wangji said: "This is the property of Huaiying Hall and it is not suitable for me to take it."
Zhao Mi smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about it, Fellow Daoist Lu. The teacher told me that you, Fellow Daoist Lu, did not consider the danger when you were at Jianjia Pass and rescued me. Even giving back a piece of wood to make a piano is not enough to express my gratitude. Not to mention this thing."
It would be a waste of money to leave it to people who don't know what it is, so it would be better to have it handled by fellow Taoist Lu, so that it can be put to the best use possible to revitalize the sound of mountains and flowing water."
Lu Wangji remained silent, his face covered with a curtain, and his expression could not be seen.
"By the way, I have a fairy fruit here, which is just right for fellow Taoists to treat injuries." Zhao Shu took the opportunity to take out the Shenke fairy fruit: "When you take it, dissolve it into purified water, and its medicinal power will automatically dissolve into the hundreds of meridians.
, to protect vitality and cultivate true energy, it is a rare holy product."
"Fellow Taoist gave you too much." Lu Wangji seemed to be shocked beyond words.
Zhao Miao stood up and bowed in obeisance: "To be honest with you fellow Taoist, this is the ceremony of becoming a disciple and tying up your cultivation. I have longed for the wonderful teachings taught by Fengming Valley for a long time, and I beg my fellow Taoist to teach you."
"If Marquis Zhenming wants to learn, just say a word. There is no need to be so generous." Lu Wangji shook his head.