The sound of the piano disappeared, the air waves dissipated, and the strong wind blowing in the woods, the swaying trees, and the rustling trunks and leaves also became quiet with Yun Qiyou's sword.
In the darkness deep in the woods, after a while, the hoarse old voice came out again, with only four words.
"One sword of heaven and earth."
Yun Qiyou's body fell into the grass outside the woods. She did not rush into the woods immediately. The mysterious man in the woods had a high level of Taoism and strange Taoism, which she had only seen in her life.
I heard from my mentor before that there is a magic in the world that can bring sound into the Tao, which can transform sound waves to attack others, but it has been lost for many years.
If she read it correctly, the mysterious man in the woods used this weird magic to form sonic air waves. Facing this mysterious and unpredictable master, Yun Qiyou, who had always been cautious, immediately put on a defensive posture.
She said slowly: "Who are you, Your Excellency?"
In the dark woods, the mysterious man's old voice sounded again, but he did not answer her words, but said: "The sword in your hand is Zhan Chen. I didn't expect that Zhan Chen, who has been treasured by Yu Jizi for two hundred years, will be passed on to a person who only has
You are a young female disciple in your twenties, you are indeed of high moral character, and Yu Jizi still has good vision. No wonder the Cangyun Sect has been kept in order by him over the past few hundred years and has become more and more prosperous."
Yun Qiyou stared into the darkness and asked slowly again: "Who are you?"
The mysterious man said slowly: "A passer-by in this mortal world is not worth mentioning."
Yun Qiyou snorted coldly, put his whole body on guard, and walked into the woods step by step.
The paused piano music sounded again, like flowing water on a small bridge, warm and gentle, but Yun Qiyou's expression became more solemn.
Amidst the music of the piano, the mysterious man spoke: "You are here to find the young man named Ye Xiaochuan, right?"
Yun Qiyou approached the source of the sound step by step and said calmly: "You know quite a lot."
The mysterious man said: "When people get old, they always know many things that young people don't know. We are the enemies of three lives and seven generations. This is the fate of you and Ye Xiaochuan, and also the fate of Wu Feng and Zhan Chen. You are the seventh
In this world, whether you can change your fate against the will of heaven depends on your ability."
Yun Qiyou stopped, his eyes brightened, and said, "What did you say?"
The mysterious man seemed a little surprised and said: "Why, when Yu Jizi taught you the Chen-Zhan Chen Divine Sword, didn't he tell you the secret of the Chen-Zhan Chen Divine Sword?"
Yun Qiyou's expression changed rapidly. She really didn't know much about Zhan Chen's origins. She only knew that this sword was passed down by Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of Cangyun Sect, and was given to the seventh disciple, Fairy Qingluan.
Fairy Qingluan relied on this sword to defeat the leader of the Demon Sect, Yue Zhiyin. From then on, the Demon Sect began to fall apart. However, when Fairy Qingluan emerged, she once sealed the Chen-Zhanping Divine Sword at the bottom of the ice pool of Cangyun Gate.
, and I have been warned many times that future generations of disciples must not easily break the seal of the divine sword until the moment when the life and death of the sect is critical.
Eight hundred years ago, the strength of the Cangyun Sect was greatly reduced. In order to frighten other sects, the head of the Cangyun Sect and the Elder Sect thought over and over again, released the seal of Zhanchen, and asked for this sword.
But Yun Qiyou didn't know where the Master got the Zhanchen Divine Sword from. He once asked his mentor Jingshui, but she had only a vague idea.
Until a few months ago, during the Cangyun Fighting Competition, Ye Xiaochuan appeared with a strange magic weapon. Every time when Ye Xiaochuan's magic sword was unsheathed, Zhan Chen would obviously feel something. Even once, Zhan Chen actually
Unable to hold back, he rushed out of the scabbard.
Later, several times, Yun Qiyou felt that her state of mind would be temporarily controlled by the divine sword. She felt sadness for no reason, and even shed tears uncontrollably.
Yun Qiyou had doubts in his heart, fearing that the mysterious magic weapon in Ye Xiaochuan's hand had an unknown story with his Zhan Chen.
It was not until this moment, when I met this mysterious old man in the dense forest late at night, that I was sure that the edgeless sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand was indeed related to his own Chenchen Sword.
The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank.
Ever since I met Ye Xiaochuan, it seemed that my state of mind had changed a lot unknowingly. I had never looked at any man in the world with new eyes, but this Ye Xiaochuan always seemed to make me miss him.
The ethereal sound of the piano still came slowly, and the sound was lingering, like an ignorant girl standing under the peach blossom tree on the bank of the stream, looking into the distance, as if waiting for the return of her lover.
She slowly raised her head and saw no one, only hearing the sound of the piano.
She asked a third time: "Who are you?"
As if to answer her question, a soft wind blew from the woods with the music of the piano. The surrounding leaves made a rustling sound. Yun Qiyou looked up and saw that the scenery in front of him had changed. Under the pine trees
In the middle of the forest, there is a very quiet pavilion with a wooden body and a thatched roof. It must be some years old and looks very bleak and dilapidated.
This pine forest is located three or four miles northeast of Hanyang City and connects to Langya Mountain, which is more than ten miles away. It is not a deep mountain forest, and the thatched pavilion does not look like it is inhabited by people, but is just for people to rest and enjoy the cool air.
At this moment, in the thatched pavilion, a white-haired old man was facing Yun Qiyou, and the faint sound of the piano sounded as his fingers moved, as if he was integrated with the night.
Beside the old man, there was a three-foot-seven-inch broad sword leaning against it. There was no scabbard. A faint cold light slowly flowed from the sword, and its spiritual power was compelling.
Women's swords are usually two feet, seven inches long, while men's swords are usually three feet, one inch. Long swords like this three feet, seven inches are very rare.
This old man was none other than Yun Yazi, a senior of the Cangyun Sect whom Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan met by chance at the dock in Xifeng City. As for the long sword, it was naturally Wushuang, one of the three great weapons of the Cangyun Sect.
According to seniority, he should be the tallest in the Cangyun Sect now, and Yu Jizi would respectfully call him uncle.
The old man Yun Qiyou saw might be because she was a master of swordsmanship. Her eyes quickly fell on the long sword beside the old man.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, her expression changed rapidly, and her mouth opened slightly, obviously very surprised.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the thatched pavilion, but her eyes were always on the long sword.
When she got close, she stopped about ten feet outside the thatched pavilion. Through the moonlight, she finally saw the sword clearly.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at the haggard old man who was playing the piano leisurely, her cool eyes shining brightly.
Then, she knelt down, holding the sword in her left hand, and prostrated herself in front of the old man. She said in a trembling voice: "Master Cang Yun Jingshui's disciple Yun Qiyou pays homage to Master Yun's uncle."
