A row of cranes soared into the sky, distantly embedded in the water-washed blue sky.
The wind blew against the green pine trees, the needles trembled, and the faint sound of a piano filled the air.
Su Bei walked forward along the bluestone road, the breeze blowing his white hair and fluttering his white robe.
The sunshine is neither strong nor blazing, and it shines slantingly on the mountains.
Now his realm is in a wonderful state. There is no aura in his spiritual sea, but the aura around him is readily available, as if the whole person has been integrated into this world.
He is more like a transparent person who cannot be noticed by others.
In terms of cultivation, he was also confirmed to have survived the inner demon tribulation, but he could not feel any of Nan Ji's powerful aura, and the whole person seemed like a wandering ghost.
"So what kind of realm is this?"
"Is it a tribulation?"
Soon, his eyes were attracted by a field of blooming tea flowers, where there was a small elegant courtyard, from which the music of the piano came.
He stopped and stood quietly for a while, listening to the somewhat familiar tune.
After a long time, he finally murmured:
"It's Zijun's piano"
These hundreds of years were just a blink of an eye to me, but to them, they were already a sea of change.
"As a master, you should go and meet me."
Su Bei opened his mouth, feeling guilty for them all the time.
Selfishly, he faced death like this without any worries. Even though he was lucky enough to survive, but now facing them again, he didn't know what kind of expression he should put on.
He sighed and whispered:
"Just take a sneak peek."
"I'll leave after just one look."
Supreme Elder?
The breeze blew slightly on their faces, and several Sword Sect disciples looked at each other in confusion.
After a long time, the male disciple finally spoke cautiously:
"That shouldn't be the case, right? The legendary Supreme Elder has passed away for hundreds of years, right?"
"He is indeed dead."
As he spoke, several people looked at the statue again, looking at the face. The more they looked at it, the more similar they felt, and even the tone became much weaker.
"Should we report this?"
The female disciple looked around and asked with a guilty look on her face.
"Isn't Elder Li always guarding here?"
"If so, how could she not notice it?"
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Several people nodded to each other and walked in the other direction along the bluestone road.
Soon we came to a simple and elegant courtyard, surrounded by tea flowers, which were blooming beside the sword tomb, like a rouge cloud falling in the misty and rainy mountains.
In this small thatched house next to the tea flowers, there is a small stove, which makes a "puff" sound. The fragrance of tea floats around the courtyard, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.
Several Sword Sect disciples walked respectfully along the gravel path. After a while, they met a big white cat blocking the road.
The big white cat sat in the middle of the gravel road in a hen-crouching position, its blue pupils constantly looking at the people.
After seeing the big white cat, the male disciple leaned down with a flattering look on his face, then skillfully took out a few small dried fish from the storage ring and handed them over, saying:
"Senior Dabai, this is my tribute to you."
The big white cat glanced sideways at a few people, then opened its mouth impatiently, picked up a few small dried fish, moved its fat paws and slowly walked towards the bulrushes on the side, and then towards the few people.
He nodded and indicated that they could pass.
Several Sword Sect disciples nodded towards it with smiles on their faces, and then continued walking along the gravel path.
"The way Ushida said it really works."
The male disciple licked his mouth and said with emotion.
"This big white cat is Elder Li's pet. It is said that it has been with her for hundreds of years."
"Older than your ancestors."
Several people sighed to each other, and then disappeared into the fragrance of flowers.
Tread——
Amidst the rustle of fallen leaves, there was a burst of tiny footsteps.
A woman had a long sword slung around her waist, was dressed in white and had no makeup on her body. She was holding a small basket in her hand and walked slowly towards the elegant courtyard.
Her eyes passed through the plain corridor and looked at a woman dressing up in front of the small window. The bronze mirror was half-hidden, the woman's bun was loose, and the Xiang bamboo comb was slowly swiped across her face, like black snow.
The remaining light of early autumn shines softly, lazily spreading over the eaves of the corridor, caring for the world.
A cluster of golden flowers leans against the green willows, reflecting the gentle and elegant face in the bronze mirror.
Li Zijun heard the footsteps outside the window. He stood up slowly, wearing slightly moist black hair, and looked out the window. After seeing the person clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Sword Girl, you are here."
"The tea has just been brewed."
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The sword lady held up her skirt and walked towards the private room with graceful steps.
"Well, today I have to visit Master's grave."
Sword Lady walked into the corridor and sat down gently opposite Li Zijun, with the black snow scattered in the air in the wind.
In this position, she could forget about the statue.
"Until the end, I was not able to see the Master for the last time."
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At that Kuxianmen Conference, she was unconscious for a long time. When she opened her eyes again, all she could see was the fallen and silent Su Bei.
The sword girl stretched out her hand and stroked the long sword in her hand. The cold body of the sword reflected her delicate face.
"I really want to tell Master."
"The weak sword girl back then who could only be protected, that little mute, is now able to stand alone."
For hundreds of years, she has never relaxed for a moment.
She traveled throughout the twenty-one states and searched almost every secret and dangerous place she could find, trying to find a way to wake him up.
But in the end, all that was left was boundless disappointment and loneliness.
Never again will I see the man who would hold his hand, look at me with a gentle face, touch his head, and say softly, Sword Girl is not useless.
In front of him, there was no world-famous sword fairy, only a little girl sitting on the swing, listening to him telling stories, and falling asleep with a satisfied smile.
The breeze came and lifted the corners of their shirts.
Li Zijun handed the boiled tea to Sword Girl, rested his cheek with one hand, and looked out the window silently.
"In a sense, Master really did it."
"He fulfilled his promise and gave us a future."
At this point, Li Zijun paused for a moment.
In this life, his sword did not stab their chests, but ended this bloody disaster in another way.
"Is everything he wants now?"
The ethereal eyes are as bright as the moon.
In the corner of the elegant courtyard, Su Bei silently looked at everything in front of him.
In the memory, the little mute, the sword girl who wiped the sword with her calloused hands in the cold winter, has now become like this.
In the blink of an eye, it turns out that they have already returned to the state of virtual reality.
Although I don’t know if there are many Tribulation Transcendences and Mahayana nowadays, in my impression, returning to the void is already a very remarkable state.
They no longer need their own protection.
Su Bei let out a relieved smile. This was good, at least he had fulfilled his promise, and given them a bright future across the other side of time and space.
This kind of swordsmanship is very good.
The twenty-one states no longer need Jiangsu Province.
"So, what's the point of me waking up?"
Su Bei raised his head and looked at the sparrows playing in the willow tree.
If before, my goal was to go all the way north, then in my last few limited years, my goal is to wake up Nan Ji. Go all the way south to Southern Xinjiang.
If Huang Fei is still there.
Then he left quietly.
"Subei?"
Su Bei smiled softly.
"After traveling to the north, we will go to the south."
The tip of his toe lightly tapped the ground, an autumn leaf broke into pieces, and then he floated away in the wind.
In the Yayuan, Li Zijun's fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the teacup, and the tea rippled slightly.
The next moment, she seemed to notice something. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Sword Girl, who was also aware. The two looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and looked out the window.
The leaves on the willow tree swayed slightly, and the ground was covered with fine fallen leaves, swaying gently in the wind.
"who is it?"
The sword girl's heart was beating loudly, and the sword in her hand seemed to be trembling.
At this moment, rapid footsteps came from the forest.
Li Zijun and Sword Lady hurriedly ran towards the direction of the sound, and then saw several Sword Sect disciples hurriedly running towards the direction of the two of them.
The sword girl's brows furrowed in disappointment.
Is it just an illusion? He is not the man he longs for day and night.
Several Jianzong disciples ran over panting, looked at the two of them, and said breathlessly:
"I've met Elder Li and Elder Jian."
Li Zijun smiled gently at them and said softly:
"What's wrong? You look so anxious?"
"If you have something to say, please tell me slowly."
The male disciple put his hands on his knees, then raised his head, looked at the two elders, quickly lowered his head, and whispered:
"Well, we seemed to have met just now."
"I met someone who looked very much like the Supreme Elder."
The sword girl raised her eyebrows, her silent heart suddenly started beating, and she quickly asked:
"The Supreme Elder? Which Supreme Elder?"
Even Elder Li Zijun, who was always docile in the hearts of all the disciples, immediately changed his expression and looked at several people with wide eyes.
The female disciple swallowed her saliva and pointed to the statue not far away.
"That's the one."
Swish——
Before she finished speaking, she felt a rush of wind coming from her ears.
When she raised her head again, there was nothing in front of her.
Only the faint fragrance of tea remained.
In front of the white marble mountain gate of Jian Zong.
The four long swords were stuck in the white marble square. The place was just like the original scenic spot, full of people and thriving.
Those long swords have been stuck there for hundreds of years, and no one has ever pulled them out.
A new disciple of the famous Sword Sect, led by an old disciple, looked around. When they finally came to the location of the four swords, these new disciples stopped one after another.
One of the Sword Sect disciples looked at the long swords with rust on their blades in surprise and asked:
"Senior brother, what are the origins of those swords?"
"Why are you plugging it in here? It's all rusty."
The old disciple looked at the long swords with pride, and then said in an old-fashioned way:
"This is the famous holy place of our Sword Sect. These four swords are inserted here, and there will be a steady stream of sword energy for our Sword Sect disciples to understand the sword's intention."
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"Then why don't you pull them out and put them somewhere else? Just put them here."
The old disciple snorted and said:
"Don't you understand this? These swords were the swords of Su Taishang back then. Ever since Su Taishang passed away, they have been stuck here by the Supreme Sect Master. No one has been able to pull them out for hundreds of years."
"If you can pull it out today, at least you can become an elder."
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The new disciples looked at the swords in front of them with curiosity. Of course they knew who the old disciples were talking about, Taishang Su, but they didn't expect that these swords could have such a great background.
At this moment, a bell rang.
After the old disciple heard this, he coughed heavily and then said seriously:
"We are going to the center of the square, Elder Xiao is ready to give a lecture!"
"Follow me all, don't whisper to each other, do you hear me!!"
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All the Sword Sect disciples nodded quickly and looked into the distance with longing in their eyes.
"Elder Xiao is the youngest Hedao monk in the entire twenty-one states. He still has no direct disciples under his sect."
"If you are lucky enough to be able to enter her Dharma Eyes, you will definitely be able to worship Bujianfeng! You all know what position Bujianfeng has in the Sword Sect. You have a bright future. Perform well, do you hear me!!"
A group of Sword Sect disciples clenched their fists and shouted:
"heard it!"
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On the high platform of the square, a woman in white sat quietly in silence.
The temples are not combed, the ribbon is tied loosely, the lips are as smooth as jade, the nose is like a lotus root, the eyebrows are as thin as smoke, the eyes are lightly closed, no autumn water can be seen. The bare hands are tied together, like lotus flowers.
She is dressed in white clothes that are not stained by dust, and her black hair is not bound, hanging down like a rainbow or a waterfall.
She sat cross-legged quietly, and when she realized that it was almost time, she slowly opened her eyes.
The divine light in Shui Shui's autumn eyes is suppressed as soon as it moves, just like the ripples in autumn water.
A female disciple slowly walked into her side and whispered:
"Elder Xiao, it's time to start."
Xiao Ruoqing gently smoothed her hair with her bare hands and looked at the statue in the distance with a somewhat erratic look in her eyes. She nodded and motioned for the female disciple to step back.
She looked at the familiar face on the statue and suddenly laughed.
He smiled like a child, then puffed up one of his cheeks childishly, exhaled softly, and murmured:
"Master, Ruoqing also wants to be a master."
"I definitely won't be as irresponsible as you are."
A line of white smoke slowly condensed in front of her eyes, vaguely forming a human shape, and it was the figure of that person, with his voice and smile, that loomed before her eyes.