Ling Chuxi smoothed her hair around her ears, unable to do anything.
At this moment, a figure quietly emerged from Ling Chuxi's figure, standing against the abyss with his back to Ling Chuxi, overlooking the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains below him.
This figure was very familiar to Ling Chuxi. It was the man in the painting.
"Senior!" Although she had stared at this vest and pondered it carefully for countless times, the feeling at this time was so real and even a little inexplicable. Her heart palpitated slightly, and Ling Chuxi couldn't help but
blurted out.
The man did not turn around or speak, he was still staring ahead.
The wind blew through the corners of his clothes, making a rustling sound.
Ling Chuxi walked forward, but the cliff under her feet and the mountains and rivers in front of her became beautiful and moved forward at the same time. Ling Chuxi quickened her pace, and everything outside her also moved forward faster.
Although he was only a few steps away from that figure, he was still so far away. No matter how fast or how fast Ling Chuxi moved, he always kept the same distance from that person.
Ling Chuxi stopped and suddenly realized that this figure was either just a remnant soul left in the Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers Map, or just a remnant appearance. However, there must be a reason for his sudden appearance.
Ling Chuxi stopped, and everything around him also stopped. Everything was so real, but it also gave people a wonderful feeling like a fairyland.
Under Ling Chuxi's gaze, the man's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword slowly unsheathed and pointed forward.
In an instant, the wind calmed down, the water stopped, and the entire space fell into stillness. Ling Chuxi seemed to be in a completely still picture.
The invisible pressure came from deep inside her heart, almost making her unable to breathe.
The man did not make any other movements. He stood quietly on the top of the peak, with his arm stretched out and his long sword pointed in the distance. However, his figure seemed to have become extremely vicissitudes of life, but also extremely majestic, even if it stretched for thousands of miles.
Rivers and mountains are so small in front of him. He bows down to the Buddha and makes all things in the world surrender to him with just a flick of his sword.
Ling Chuxi's heart moved, and she touched her waist. The Luochen Sword was slowly unsheathed, and then pointed forward.
This action is so simple that even a three-year-old child can do it effortlessly, but Ling Chuxi feels so awkward and heavy. Looking at the long sword in the man's hand, he always feels that his sword has a profound meaning.
It tolerates all things and shocks all things, but this sword of my own is so clumsy.
Withdrawing the long sword, Ling Chuxi took a breath, calmed down her emotions, and imitated his example again, slowly drawing out the sword and pointing forward slowly.
Over and over again, Ling Chuxi repeated the same action, and her heart gradually merged into the long sword.
…
Thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, Ling Chuxi didn't know how many times she repeated it. Each sword was so slow and solemn, as if every year contained thousands of vicissitudes of life and hundreds of reincarnations.
Suddenly there was a glimmer of understanding in her heart, Ling Chuxi drew her sword again and pointed forward. In an instant, her whole body seemed to be integrated into the sword. The sword was the person, and the person was the sword, no longer distinguishing between them.
A familiar yet unfamiliar aura suddenly flowed into her meridians from all directions, it was the power of Heaven.
A dazzling and fantastic light flashed on the long sword, and infinite coercion spread to the earth. In an instant, the wind moved, the water came alive, and everything in front of me became vibrant and agile again.
"The sword points to Jiuzhou!" The man uttered a magnetic voice, and his figure flickered, turning into wisps of rays of light and disappearing.