Shenru Zichuan took his disciple Yue Guan Shan out for a walk, heading towards the coast of the East China Sea.
There was still about a month before the agreed date, so there was no rush. The two of them walked slowly and looked at the current situation in China. They found that it was much peaceful. Although there were still fights and killings, they were controlled within a certain range and ordinary people were hardly affected.
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Along the way, I saw the mountains and mountains, the clear water, the high sky and the distant sky, and the wind blowing in my face. It was so comfortable and comfortable.
When I arrived at a small village, the villagers welcomed guests with smiling faces, and they had no worries about life. There were children running past with laughter, and it was lively and popular.
Zichuan said: "What do you think about this situation?"
Yueguanshan looked at the figures of the children disappearing in the corner and said, "Happy, just like those children."
"Remember this feeling."
The two of them continued walking, occasionally resting at a roadside tea shop, drinking a cup of tea, and listening to the chatter of the guests.
Moving forward, there is another village ahead, which is somewhat deserted and overgrown with weeds. There are occasionally corpses lying around. It has experienced a massacre.
At the ancestral hall, there was an old man sitting with a emaciated face. He must have died not long ago, and the mottled wrinkles on his face could still be seen clearly.
Zichuan sighed: "Let's rest in peace."
The two buried the bones in the village together with the old people and erected an unnamed monument.
Zichuan said: "What do you think about this situation?"
Yueguanshan pondered and replied: "Sad, sad."
"Remember this feeling, this is life, there are joys and sorrows, don't be numb. Otherwise, by then, you will forget your original intention, and you will not be the original you and become what you once hated."
He said respectfully: "Disciples will obey Master's teachings and will keep them in mind and never forget them."
If Zichuan strokes his beard, the child can be taught.
From the time he became a disciple at Yueguan Mountain, he felt that he had not taught anything. Only the experiences of those who had been there could speak to it.
In the wilderness, the two of them walked slowly, Zichuan reminiscing about the past.
Zichuan said: "In the past, my master Qiuzi was born and traveled around the world. He had four direct disciples intermittently. I was the first, your uncle Ziqian was the second, Zihua was the third, and Zijin was the youngest. He is our youngest disciple."
Junior sister."
After a pause, he continued: "Although Zijin is young, her understanding is top-notch, she is also gifted with sword bones, and her sword skills are unparalleled. Among the four direct disciples, she is the strongest."
He sighed again: "Hey, words of love confuse people's hearts. The little junior sister is strong, beautiful and has a sweet smile, which makes everyone happy. Our three junior brothers are all secretly in love with her. Who knows that her vision is too high?
, I didn’t even look down on him, but because of my master’s words, ‘Young green seeds, they linger in my heart’, I had an unreasonable desire and fell in love with my master.”
What was originally a caring word turned out to be unreasonable.
"The little junior sister struggled to get anything she wanted. She turned from affection to love, from love to hatred, and had murderous intentions. Zihua was temporarily fascinated by her, and went to assassinate the master. When he was about to assassinate, he suddenly repented and knelt down before the master.
Weeping bitterly in front of him. The little junior sister had other thoughts and killed the people who came to listen to the sermon. My master could no longer tolerate her and could not bear to get rid of her, so he expelled her. Zihua also felt guilty and loved her.
Hold her and leave with her."
"Before she left, she said: You thought about all the people in the world, so I slaughtered the world. Then you should think about me. My master said helplessly: You and I have a promise for a hundred years. If anyone can stop you, you will
Be quiet for a hundred years. If no one can stop you, I will fall in love with you from now on. She hates and loves my master, so she readily agreed. Since then, she has fought twice for a hundred years, and this is the third time." What a Confucian anomaly, Yue Guanshan was shocked when he heard it, and at the same time, he was secretly vigilant, learning from past mistakes and learning from others, Tianluo, you have got the right idea.
"Whoever fought her the first two times actually defeated her twice."
Zichuan replied, "It's all me. I couldn't beat her originally, but my teacher was so powerful that he cheated secretly to help me win her. The first time she thought her performance was abnormal and left unwillingly, but the second time she noticed something strange, but nothing happened."
There was no evidence and I left angrily. As for this time, I’m not sure and I’m afraid I’m going to lose.”
"Then she had to hate you before. What would happen if she lost?"
"Once I am defeated and no one suppresses her, she will probably massacre the whole world."
Yueguan Shandao: "What should I do!"
Zichuan said: "I will fight her and drain her strength to the death. When the time comes, you will act accordingly and kill her when necessary."
The two of them talked about how to act in detail, each with their own thoughts on their minds, and went on their way quietly.
On the shores of the East China Sea, the promised date is approaching, and two people, Shenru Zichuan and Yueguanshan, arrive.
Soon, I saw a man coming from the wind, with a crane face and white hair. It was Ziqian, the great sage who is now the head of the Confucian sect, and he came alone.
Zi Qian said: "I have met my senior brother. I wonder if he is confident in this battle?"
Zichuan replied: "It's still short of 30%."
"What about adding the German sword?"
"A swordfight with her will lead to death."
Just as the two were talking, a huge rain whale suddenly appeared on the sea level, rushing over the river and breaking through the waves.
The waves were hundreds of meters high and crashed on the shore of the East China Sea. Fortunately, no one was around at this time, otherwise there would have been countless casualties.
The whale-shaped turtle with the head of a dragon and the body of a fish is the emperor among fishes. It is chaotic and ferocious, capable of causing disasters.
"Coming!"
Zichuan, Zigan, and Yueguanshan were not afraid of the waves, and they all stared at the back of Haoyu Whale Ao, with two people standing on its back.
One person is dressed as a Confucian scholar, shaking a fan and smiling, and it is Zihua. The other person is a young girl, seemingly innocent and cute, holding a sword in his hand, but it is no ordinary plaything. He is the master of the East China Sea Sword Tower: Zijin Qingqing. p>
Yue Guan Shan exclaimed: Such a high level of swordsmanship, I can’t even match it.
The Lord of the Sword Tower came driving a calamitous beast and rushed straight to the shore of the East China Sea. After the whale's roar, it was followed by a small one, running rampant in the sea.
As they approached the shore of the East China Sea, the two men suddenly leaped into the air and landed lightly in front of everyone.
Zijin's aura is restrained, and she is not at all like a master of martial arts who has returned to her original nature. She has been proficient in swords and sincere in love for hundreds of years. She still looks like a girl and has not changed. However, they have experienced a lot, and gradually
Old.
She said: "Brother, how can you stop me this time? Master transforms into a Tao and ascends. If you can't stop me, this world will be destroyed."
Zichuan said: "It is not my wish to fight and kill. Please listen to a piece of music on the piano to express our hundreds of years of friendship."
"It's good, senior brother's attainments in piano music are rare in the world. I'm really lucky to be able to listen to senior brother's music."
Zijin and Zihua sat aside and listened quietly to the music.
Zichuan waved his sleeves and the divine harp appeared. When he plucked the strings, he saw the Supreme Lord of Heaven. Then he plucked the strings again to cut off human emotions and desires. The silk strings are continuous and continuous. This is the "Xuanzhang of Divine Confucianism".
After a long lapse, his "Shen Confucian Mysterious Chapter" was finally completed, and the world-shaking first song appeared in the ears of Zi Jin and Zi Hua.
Zijin gradually sank into it, as if he had returned to the past.
At that time, the Master said in front of him: Qingqing Zijin, you are in my heart, haha.
Zijin was a little happy, but more calm, and she replied: Thank you Master for the praise.
She then said to the three senior brothers: I know the feelings of the three senior brothers, but I concentrate on Confucianism and swordsmanship and have no care for others. I am afraid that I will let down the feelings of the three senior brothers.
For the rest of her life, she devoted herself to swordsmanship and sincerity to Confucianism, eventually becoming a great master and being admired by the world.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the sound of applause: "Bah, bang, bang."
Zi Jin said: "It's good, it's a beautiful song, it's a good illusion, I'm very happy. So, senior brother, are you ready to take my sword?"
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Halfway through writing it, I suddenly realized that it was so ridiculous and I didn’t want to delete it