One sword, one wine, one universe Chapter 637 Qin Jiu rides his horse out of the frontier fortress, and the blind man opens his eyes and comes out with a golden sword!
Chapter 637 Qin Jiu rides his horse out of the frontier fortress, and the blind man opens his eyes and comes out with a golden sword!
Liangzhou.
border town.
The spring wind has not yet blown, and everything is desolate as far as the eye can see.
The thousand-year-old city wall is littered with broken arrows and broken enemies.
In a corner of the city gate, old wine flags flutter in the wind, and the aroma of wine fills the alleys.
In the old alley, the old blind man played the erhu and played a long tune. The cold wind from the frontier fortress made it even more desolate.
The fierce horses rolled up the yellow sand, and the setting sun was like blood.
The sound of neighing horse hoofs rippled through the long street, and then disappeared without a trace. Then the soldiers fought, and the sound shocked the border town.
In the far southeast, there are wild geese returning north, and the formation of wild geese is frightened by the cold.
The erhu string suddenly broke at the fingertips.
The sound stopped suddenly.
The old blind man touched the broken line with his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "The Mian Yue Great Wilderness has emerged, the Bloody Yang has faded to the west, the Nineth Ancestral Ancestor has awakened, and the Yin Demon has descended into the world. It is no longer safe here."
The old blind man stood up supporting the wall and struck a bamboo stick on the bluestone road.
After tapping the bamboo stick for a while, the old blind man paused slightly. His body was blocked by another straight figure. The old blind man turned around and continued to knock on the ground.
"Senior brother, after all these years, have you still not climbed over the mountain in your heart?"
The setting sun was still in the alley, and the light and shadow slanted on Qin Jiu's slightly weathered face, and the shadow hung on the wall, stretching very long.
The old blind man turned his back to Qin Jiu.
Keep going.
Qin Jiu, who was wearing a gray robe, stood there. When the old blind man was about to walk out of the old alley, he said: "When I returned from the wilderness with my disciple, I brought a pot of wine to Yaoguan. Senior brother really didn't want to taste it.
Want to taste it?”
The old blind man finally stopped.
A bottle of wine flew out of Qin Jiu's sleeve and landed firmly in the old blind man's hand. The old blind man opened the cork with his fingers, raised his head and took a long sip, letting out a long sigh of relief.
, leaning his body against the wall, still unwilling to face Qin Jiu directly, his sunken eyes looked in the direction of Qingping Mountain, which was very far away.
"Disciple Deng Qingping, why don't you go to such a grand event? Why did you come to Liangzhou?"
"Senior brother, your heart is like a clear mirror, why bother pretending to be confused."
Qin Jiu untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and leaned his back against another wall. The light of the setting sun reflected on Qin Jiu's face. His frosty hair and temples were like stars, and the vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows were fully visible.
The sword case that had been on his back for many years was no longer on his back, and his back seemed a little stooped.
The old blind man turned his face slightly, the tall old alley blocked the light, and the people were hidden in the shadows. His sunken eyelids and gray eyes turned, he supported his body with a bamboo stick with one hand, and his voice was hoarse: "After so many years, there are many things that I didn't understand.
Things became clear in an instant. Just like now, you are always facing the ray of light and I am always standing in the shadow. Now that your sword has been removed, you should learn from me and enjoy this moment.
The beauty of the sunset.”
Qin Jiu held his hands in his arms, and the dazzling light shone into his eyes. He slowly closed his eyes, and after a while he said: "Young people have their mission, and we old guys can't just lie around all day, senior brother.
, come out of the mountain, if your sword is not unsheathed, it will be like the sun, going to set."
"I'm not a sword-carrying person."
The old blind man threw the pot of strong wine back to Qin Jiu.
"It would be great if the sky fell. The Back Sword Sect has maintained the old order for thousands of years. What did you get in the end? It's just a wisp of dust and smoke, and it doesn't even become a topic for people to talk about after dinner. Junior brother, you are the one who is stubborn.
, open your eyes and see, so what if the cavalry of the Xuanlong Dynasty flattened Liangzhou? An ambitious man like Chu Chaolong, who has accumulated the merits of nine generations, will not be able to reshape that broken sword in the end, so what can you change?"
"If you were afraid that the boy from the Gu family wouldn't be able to hold up the sky in Qingping Mountain, you shouldn't have taught him swordsmanship from the beginning. I think his parents would have preferred him to live an ordinary life. Now, he has climbed to the top of the mountain.
So what if we reach Qingping Mountain? We just saw more mountains that are too high to reach."
Qin Jiu first reached out to take the pot of wine, took a sip, then slammed the wine jar to the ground, turned around and walked towards another alley.
The old blind man turned his face sideways and listened to Qin Jiu's footsteps getting farther and farther. He finally turned around and said: "Junior brother, it's useless. If many things could be solved, Master would have solved them long ago. Master once took care of
If you can't get over, the young master's sword can control it, but it can't be knotted
So what's the result? It's not just that the body dies and the Tao disappears. If there really is a dual-perfection method, why are there so many hermits in the world? The Temple of the Human Emperor is gone, so what's the use of guarding that door? The people in heaven are coming to take it.
Just let them take it, don't let your life go in vain."
"Brother, there is evil as well as good in this world. Someone has to stand up and guard this light."
"Then why is this person Qin Jiu? You don't have a sword, so what can you do?"
"Because I have taken on a good disciple and I have to set an example for others."
Qin Jiu walked out of the old alley, and the setting sun shone completely on him. He paused, turned around and bowed his hands to the old blind man calmly, "Brother, you owe me a bottle of wine. If I die, just pour it on my grave."
.”
An old horse meekly walked to Qin Jiu and stopped.
Qin Jiu jumped on his horse.
"drive!"
Qinjiu whips up the whip, and the horse's hooves fly.
One person and one horse walked towards the sunset and disappeared at the end of the sky.
A long time ago.
Qin Jiu and Lao Huang were in Liangzhou to defend against all the monsters, and he was in high spirits at that time.
Now the sunset is old and dusk is approaching.
His infinitely elongated figure didn't know what kind of enemy he would face.
The old blind man stood in the alley.
Like a stone statue motionless.
a long time.
Night shrouded the border town.
The old blind man sighed softly: "That's all."
I saw him slowly raising his old hand and placing his fingers in front of his eyes. In his sunken eye sockets, the gray right pupil suddenly burst out with a bright silver light. A sword that had been hidden for many years appeared from his eyes.
Little by little it becomes dazzling, soaring into the sky!
Dark night covers Qingping Mountain.
Outside Qingyunmen Mountain, the fog is sneaking in, and the energy of demons is mixed.
Practitioners from the sixteen states in the world are trapped in Qingyun Gate and cannot come out - because those who rush out will all be turned into bones, including those who are cultivators of the Eighth Realm Nascent Soul!
The demons in the Demon Suppression Tower are not yet extinct.
The demons in the abyss at the foot of Qingping Mountain have awakened, and the demons hidden in the mist are watching with eager eyes.
Practitioners all over the world have their own camps, trapped in one place, and can barely survive for the time being.
How ambitious you were when you came here.
How embarrassing it is at this time!
As for the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, due to the barbaric occupation by various major forces, Luochen Peak was occupied by the Holy Land of Brahma, so Xiao Muqing had to take the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to the Peach Blossom Forest to take refuge.
Next to the small courtyard.
An old cow gnawed grass leisurely.
The mist emerging from the abyss cannot get close to Lao Niu...
The night is as dark as ink.
At the Wensheng Courtyard high on Qingping Mountain, a waterfall falling from the sky forms a white mist formation to protect one side.
In the secret room.
The coffin containing the little master's body floated in the air, and the ancient runes were intertwined and changed, forming a mysterious and ancient magic circle with the bronze mirror above the secret room.
Mr. Ten heard that Dao was working on the formation with a solemn look on his face.
The fourth gentleman, Feng Wensheng, was sitting cross-legged on a jade book with a pale face.
Mr. Jiu was holding three copper coins in his hands, but he was quite calm.
After a while.
The runes above the coffin became bright again.
Chao Wendao took out the token, Wan Qianxiang raised his sleeves, and performed a strange trick, and all the soul essences in the token were submerged into the coffin.
Feng Wensheng also opened his eyes after being nursed back to health. He carefully looked at the soul essence submerged in the coffin and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chao Wendao stabilized the formation and said with some worry: "Fourth Senior Brother, Ninth Senior Brother, and Junior Brother are not back yet."
"Tenth Junior Brother, there is no need to worry. With his ability today, it is expected that the Imperial Master will be unable to take him. What makes me uneasy is your Fourteenth Junior Sister. Her aura has disappeared. Even I can't predict. I don't know what happened.
What's going on?" After Wan Qianxiang finished speaking, he circled around the coffin, "Senior brother, junior brother, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart. I must speed up a bit to bring back the soul of my junior uncle."
"good."
Feng Wensheng nodded, took out the jade book sitting cross-legged, and muttered something in his mouth. The jade book suddenly exuded an extremely holy aura. Under the power of the jade book, Feng Wensheng returned to his peak state in an instant. His aura was extremely dark,
The fog outside the mountain was completely pushed back hundreds of miles away.
"Senior brother, you..."
Wan Qianxiang did not become happy because Feng Wensheng regained his strength. Instead, his face showed deep worries. The jade book held by Feng Wensheng was the master who realized the great way after creating the Book of Heaven and the Book of Earth and the Book of Man.
Jade Book, the Jade Book contains a natal mark of the Master. As long as the Jade Book is in the human world, it is not restricted by most laws, and it will not be sensed by the angels in the upper realm.
In a sense, as long as the Jade Book is still there, Feng Wensheng will not be taken away by people from the upper world like Mr. Five and Mr. Six.
But now, it is a pity that Fengwen Sheng actually used the power in the Jade Book to restore his strength.
"Okay, junior brother, there's no need to say more."
Feng Wensheng stood up, his body emitted colorful light, and his literary heart was as bright as a Wenqu star.
"Let's go to another place that's absolutely safe."
Feng Wensheng raised his hand and disappeared into thin air along with the entire secret room.