Chapter 87 Silence in front of the guardian sword, Gu Yusheng's growth
In the early morning, the sound of the ancient bell is melodious and ancient, as if it was struck from deep in the sky of Qingping Mountain.
Between the six peaks, all kinds of sky-controlling figures emerge one after another.
Qingyun Sect has not held a sect competition for twenty years.
For the previous disciples, it is also worth looking forward to. Many disciples of Qingyun Sect even rushed back from the Demon Slaying Road, which was tens of thousands of miles away.
Although Qingyun Sect is only a third-rate sect, it is a first-rate sect in Qingping Prefecture.
Although tens of thousands of disciples of Qingyun Sect have died in battles in the past few decades, the human race has ambitions, and there are always some young people whose blood is not yet cold, who want to jump over the Qingyun Ladder, enter the Qingyun Sect, and perform meritorious deeds every year by slaying demons.
, there is a swan in the heart.
In normal times, there are often only a hundred elders and the youngest disciples in the Qingyun Sect. The total number of disciples is only more than a thousand. However, when there is a sect competition in the Qingyun Sect, the Qingyun Sect disciples who have been scattered all over the world return.
, so spectacular and lively.
The Qingyun Staircase at the mountain gate and the wind from Qingping Mountain constantly send back the disciples of the Qingyun Gate.
Every year, some people will disappear after fighting against the monsters, and their names will be engraved on the monster-suppressing monument. But after a few years or decades, there will occasionally be a few lucky people who return from the mountain gate.
, slaying demons and performing meritorious service, and saw his name engraved on the demon-suppressing monument, and burst into tears.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
What's more, when he went out to practice, he was only in his prime years, and when he came back, his face was covered with frost and dust, and his hair was gray.
But more Qingyun Sect disciples are more willing to return from the mountains to wield swords in order to demonstrate the Qingyun Sect's ability to slay demons.
This is what the elders of Qingyun Sect are happy to see, so today the Qingyun Sect has a grand competition and the mountain gate is wide open.
One after another, the escaping lights return from outside the mountain. Special elders and disciples are responsible for singing and reciting their names.
Such a welcome gift.
It has lasted for thousands of years.
The most recent big welcome back to Qingyun Sect was already four years ago.
The big demon in Qingpingzhou invades.
Thousands of monks came out of Qingyun.
When they return, most of them have sect orders that symbolize their status.
The loss four years ago was the largest loss suffered by the Qingyun Sect in a century.
Flags were ringing in the huge trigram-shaped martial arts arena, but there was only one road leading to the martial arts arena today.
That is, you must pass in front of the Demon Suppression Monument.
One is to show respect for the monks who died in the war.
The second is to use the heroic souls and holy spirits of the Demon Suppressing Monument to identify demon spies who have sneaked into the monks. This is a lesson that countless Qingyun Sect monks have learned with their lives.
Every demon-slaying disciple who returns from outside the mountain will receive the honor of being received by the Qingyun Sect disciples and given a new uniform.
Such a scene.
For the disciples who joined Qingyun Sect three years ago, it is full of novelty.
In front of the demon-suppressing monument with silhouettes of people jumping around, the disciples were all acknowledging or chatting with each other warmly. Although the path of cultivation is extremely cruel and difficult, there are countless disciples of Qingyun Sect on the path of slaying demons.
From strangers to surviving together and then to becoming irreconcilable friends, the deep friendship over the years seems to be the only light in this cold world.
Gu Yusheng stood in front of the Demon Suppression Monument wearing a green shirt.
Silently watching the former disciples of Qingyun Sect meet with the disciples or elders in the sect, weeping, hugging each other and laughing. The faces may be smiling or sad, all of which have gone through life and death, and the vicissitudes of thousands of sails.
The scene is extremely touching.
Two frost-covered old men and an old woman met again in front of the Demon Suppression Monument. The old man lost his arms and the old woman lost her legs.
Perhaps they were once young and prosperous young girls in Qingyun Sect.
They were separated on the day when a demon clan invaded, and never saw each other again. When they met again, it was already autumn in the mountains and rivers, it was already late in the world, and only the rising sun fell on their faces.
But after they burst into tears, they were so attached to the rising sun and the wind of Qingping Mountain.
After all, it is better to have a cold and cold name on the Demon Suppression Monument.
Living is the greatest meaning of life.
Gu Yusheng remained motionless, stunned.
How he wished that a figure would come to him outside the mountain gate, with a smile, waving to him from a distance and saying, "Yu Sheng, you have grown up."
But Gu Bai didn't come after all.
The sword stood there so coldly.
Every time someone passes by, someone will ask why.
Some people spit and curse in anger.
I want to pull out that sword of shame and break it.
But the sword is protected by an invisible barrier, and no one can touch it.
There was also an old man with frosty face standing in front of Gu Bai's sword, silently.
Some of them have experienced too many separations in the world.
Glory, shame.
They have long been numb.
Among the old people coming and going, there was Liu Yuan, the Supreme Elder, who would call anyone "Master-Uncle-Master-Uncle" or "Grand-Master-Uncle-Tai-Master-Uncle" whenever he saw them.
It doesn't matter how old they are, or how high their cultivation level is, it's just that they have made great achievements in slaying demons, and finally retired to the mountains, forests or small towns to take care of themselves and enjoy the most ordinary years in the world.
Another reason is that the demon clan is rising and becoming more and more powerful, and the interval between Qingyun Sect recruiting new disciples is getting shorter and shorter, resulting in the age gap between the previous generation and the next getting smaller and smaller.
There were royal members or ministers from Canglan Kingdom and many small countries in Qingping Prefecture who came to receive gifts to show their respect for Qingyun Sect.
After all, there are no cultivators from sects like Qingyun Sect to slay demons. How can a mortal body be as powerful as the demon clan?
There are fewer and fewer disciples entering the mountain.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect have all entered the martial arts field.
Gu Yusheng, who had stared at the mountain gate for a long time, silently withdrew his gaze.
The greatest pain in life is knowing that you will not be able to wait for someone to come back, but you are still waiting with hope.
The demon-suppressing monument is sprinkled with green runic light.
This means that the access to the martial arts arena is about to be closed.
Gu Yusheng stared at the upright sword.
Make a salute with both hands.
And this scene fell into the eyes of the elder who was guarding the demon monument in the town, and he shouted: "You worshiped the wrong one."
"That's right."
Gu Yusheng responded.
The elder was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, and sneered: "If I were you, I would destroy my relatives out of justice."
"But you are not me."
Gu Yusheng's eyes were focused and he pointed at the sword.
"That is the sword of protection. You have also seen it. It is guarding the future of Qingyun Sect."
"joke!"
The guarding elder looked solemn.
"That's just a restriction set by the master. You should be lucky that you are still alive these few years under the protection of Qingyun Sect. If you think you are right, then at least you have to prove it to everyone."
Gu Yusheng glanced at the guarding elder, said nothing, and silently walked towards the martial arts field.
The elder stared at the young man's back. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and said mockingly: "The sword of protection? I really dare to say that it will always exist. It's just that no one wants to be polluted with bad luck. Otherwise, anyone can pull it away."
"Don't be so absolute about everything."
A voice suddenly appeared.
The guard elder looked at the sound and immediately had a smile on his face.
"Senior Mo, why are you here?"
Mo Fanchen glanced at the guard elder and said nothing. He just walked silently to the black turtle. He was only a few meters away from Gu Bai's sword. Mo Fanchen hid his hands in his sleeves, and his weathered eyes were particularly deep.
The guard elder came forward quickly.
"Senior Mo, this person has a notorious reputation. Please don't offend you."
"snort."
A cold snort sounded from behind Mo Fanchen. Mo Wanyun, who was wearing a white skirt, was quite dissatisfied with the words of the guarding elder. She stepped forward and raised her hand, ready to pull out the sword and let it go.
Disappear forever.
"Don't move."
Mo Fanchen stopped Mo Wanyun with a look.
"grandfather?"
Mo Wanyun looked at Mo Fanchen in confusion.
Mo Fanchen said seriously: "This is that boy's business, don't mess with it."
Mo Wanyun gritted his teeth and said, "I just can't stand the strange looks and cynicism towards Gu Yusheng from the same sect. It's not his fault."
"Everyone will experience some bad things, just like when you walk, you will always trip over a stone. This is growth."
Mo Fanchen turned around and walked forward for a while, and saw Mo Wanyun following him honestly, but with a bit of resentment on his face. Mo Fanchen said softly: "Sometimes, what you see with your eyes and hear with your ears may not be the truth.
Just like everyone in the Qingyun Sect thinks that the sword cannot be pulled out only because of the restriction imposed by their master, and no one has destroyed it."
Mo Wanyun's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Grandpa, that sword..."
"Stay away from it. If it is standing there, it has a reason to stand there. It has not yet been unsheathed. Obviously, that boy Gu Yusheng also understands this. I thought that these pairs of wise eyes could read all the books in the world.
, it can be regarded as knowing some people's hearts. Maybe, I still misjudged him. So many people passed by here, and he no longer defended others like he did three years ago. This is growth, and it is not in vain that I stand for him in front of the world today.
I built such a big stage and crowned him, hey, this is the face of the sword-carrying man. If it had been anyone else, I really couldn't give him this face."