The sky was dark, there was no moon or starlight, and boundless darkness shrouded Xiaozhu Peak. Lu Xueqi, dressed in white, stood alone on the moon platform at the back of Xiaozhu Peak.
The Moon Watching Platform here is actually the most famous place on Xiaozhu Peak. Together with the "Sea of Clouds" and "Hong Kong Bridge" on Qingyun Mountain's Tongtian Peak, "Moon Watching" is one of the six scenic spots in Qingyun Mountain.
The mountain behind Xiaozhu Peak is also covered with dense bamboo forests, but unlike the "black knot bamboo" on the mountain behind Dazhu Peak, Xiaozhu Peak is rich in another strange bamboo - tear bamboo. This bamboo is emerald green in color and has a thin body.
It is as long as ordinary bamboo and has nearly twice as many joints as ordinary bamboo. However, the bamboo is extremely tough and is known as the best in the world. Even ordinary woodcutter cannot cut it. But the most famous thing about the tear bamboo is the emerald green body of the bamboo.
There are little pink spots all over it, like the sad tears of a gentle woman, it is extremely beautiful.
The origin of the name Xiaozhufeng also comes from this.
As for the moon-watching platform, it is actually a cliff hanging alone in mid-air. Except for the back half, which is connected to the mountain, most of it is suspended high in the sky. It is said that on a bright moon night, the moonlight will slowly rise from the bottom of the mountain and slowly climb up to watch the moon.
The moon-watching platform is completely illuminated by moonlight, and it is also when the moon is in the sky.
The most beautiful time of the moon-watching platform is that at that time, the clear moonlight will suddenly shine down brilliantly, shooting backwards from the smooth rock of the moon-watching platform, illuminating the entire Xiaozhu Peak in an instant.
People standing on the moon-watching platform at that moment almost felt as if they were standing in a fairyland; what's more, it is said that on the night of the full moon, which only appeared once every sixty years, people would actually feel like they were standing on the bright moon.
The excitement of that feeling is truly endlessly exciting.
However, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, so it is obviously not the time to appreciate the beautiful view of the moon. Not to mention the moon viewing platform on the back mountain of Xiaozhu Peak, even the place where the disciples from the front mountain live is in darkness. It is obvious that everyone has already fallen asleep.
Only Lu Xueqi somehow managed to come to this lonely and deserted place alone.
Tianya, who never leaves her body, is still behind her, gently emitting a soft blue light in the darkness, illuminating some places around her. The night wind blows coldly, blowing her clothes as white as snow, gently blowing them away.
move.
On her temples, there were a few strands of soft hair, which were messed up by the wind and brushed against her fair face. However, she didn't seem to pay attention at all. She stood silently at the front of the cliff of the viewing platform, staring blankly into the distance.
.
The mountain wind gradually became stronger, and her clothes began to flutter in the wind.
If you go one step further, you will see darkness and an abyss.
On the edge of the cliff, in the dim light, the woman in white stood alone.
Little by little, something emerged in my heart. It was originally a gentle feeling, but how could it slowly turn into sadness.
One after another, like an invisible blade, it stabbed deeply into my heart.
The traces engraved deep in my heart turned out to be a person's face.
Lovesickness, deep-rooted...
She slowly opened her arms in a quiet and deserted place in the dark of night. In front of her was boundless darkness, as if the world was vast.
The wind was so strong that it rushed into her arms as if to tear her apart, and the darkness under her feet was suddenly ready to move. Dark hands stretched out from unknown places, wrapped around her body, and wanted to pull her into the abyss.
But she seemed to be crazy, just staring silently, the wind blowing her thin and fragile body at the moment, like a lily blooming in the dark.
The night is deep.
The inexplicable cold penetrated every skin of the body, except for the mind. Only the mind was suddenly hot. The tenderness hidden deep in the heart suddenly burst out like a burning flame, and then condensed into -
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A face.
"Changlang..."
A sharp sound suddenly sounded in the dark night and echoed far away.
The Divine Sword of Tianya was unsheathed, blooming brilliantly in the darkness. The white figure then rose up and caught Tianya in mid-air. The sharp mountain wind suddenly swept up, and accompanied by the white figure, on the moon-watching platform
, began an incredibly beautiful sword dance.
The autumn water falls like a long sky, turning into the boundless Milky Way, moving gracefully in the slender hands, flowing happily in the dark night. Sometimes it rises to the sky, sometimes falls to the ground, sometimes it turns into a silver-clad streamer, nostalgic for that peerless face; sometimes it scatters into stars all over the sky, shining.
Shine.
Lu Xueqi was on the moon-gazing platform, biting her lip deeply and closing her eyes. Her body seemed to be floating in the wind, like fluffy catkins or cold flowers, dancing out the sad and beautiful figure in this world.
She turned into white floating light, exhausted all her strength, her face was so pale, as if she could still see faint beads of sweat, but she didn't stop, maybe she could forget everything only when her body was tired!
So she danced, danced, and that figure in the night was faint and beautiful...
"Ding!"
With a soft crisp sound, the Tianya Divine Sword slowly fell from the hand. The sharp blade ignored the hard rock and pierced into the stone silently like stabbing snow.
The brilliant and beautiful white figure gradually lowered itself, and darkness quietly surged up.
Who is breathing low in the dark?
There are water drops, dripping gently and falling on the stones. Maybe they are sweat after fatigue?
She panted lightly, panting, and then slowly calmed down, her eyes raised, but there was a hint of confusion.
At some point, she danced to the back of the moon-watching platform. There was a bamboo forest in front of her, and in front of her was the slender and gentle tear bamboo.
Under the dim light, little by little tears appeared, like a heartbroken woman.
She stared blankly, and then suddenly laughed, silently, as if with a bit of bitterness, and then she ignored the dust on the ground and her white clothes, and sat on the ground with her back against the Tears Bamboo.
Look up and look at the sky!
The sky is endless...
The night wind blows, and there seems to be a faint familiar smell.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
It turns out that after being tired, the look in my heart is even more profound.
The past events, bit by bit, seem to be engraved in my heart and can never be erased.
Just like that day outside the Emperor's Treasury, he impulsively took her hand to save her, completely forgetting his own danger.
She still had her eyes closed, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then, thinking, thinking...
It wasn't until I thought of the mysterious words that appeared flying around them at that last moment that I realized that those words were actually deeply engraved in my mind. Maybe, this can help them forget about him?
She said this to her deep heart. Although she didn't believe it herself, she still whispered in her mouth:
"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs..."
In the middle of the night, the ancient words were like a curse, echoing lowly in the darkness.
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Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain, the ancestral hall of the ancestors.
The light in the main hall was still a little dim as usual. Master Daoxuan, the master, held three pillars of fragrance in his hands. He respectfully paid homage to the souls of countless ancestors, then took a step forward and placed the sandalwood in his hand on the altar table.
in the incense burner.
Next to him, there was only the down-and-out old man who took care of the ancestral temple. The dim light shone on his face, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be carved on his face.
Daoxuan turned his head, his eyes fell on his face, and suddenly said: "You seem to be looking a bit older."
The old man had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Time makes people grow older. Is there anything strange about it?"
Dao Xuan smiled and seemed to want to say something. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, disciple Lin Jingyu is back and comes to say hello to senior."
Daoxuan frowned slightly and remained silent. The old man slowly took a step forward, but did not leave the ancestral hall. He only raised his voice and said, "It's you. When did you come back?"
Lin Jingyu said respectfully outside: "The disciple came back the day before. After reporting to the leader, he went back to Longshou Peak to meet the first senior brother. As soon as he had time, he came over to pay homage to the senior."
There seemed to be a faint smile on the old man's lips, and he said: "Oh, that's it. Then wait outside for a moment, I have a guest here."
Lin Jingyu seemed to be stunned for a moment outside. In the past, no one came to this ancestral hall. Unexpectedly, there were still guests today. However, he had practiced under this mysterious old man for ten years and already respected him as his mentor. He immediately responded,
He just waited quietly aside.
Master Daoxuan slowly walked a few steps and stood in the shadow of the main hall. Looking out from the door, he saw Lin Jingyu carrying the dragon-slaying sword on his back under the warm sunshine. He was wearing long clothes and a jade belt around his waist. He had a handsome face.
, stood respectfully on the side of the ancestral hall, waiting patiently.
He looked at it silently for a while and said: "This kid is a good material. Regardless of his qualifications and his character, he is the best choice."
The old man's steps seemed a little slow. He walked to him, looked out, and said, "Then why didn't you take him under your wing back then?"
Master Daoxuan looked at Lin Jingyu who was standing outside the ancestral hall. That young man was in his prime. No matter where he looked, he showed such vigorous vitality and compelling edge that it made people feel that he was different from everyone else.
different.
Master Daoxuan suddenly smiled, a very ordinary smile, then turned around and said to the old man: "Because he is so much like the same person. His temperament, expression, and even his qualifications are all the same as that person."
He's so similar. If he were around me, I wouldn't be able to sleep."
The muscles on the face of the old man next to him suddenly seemed to twitch.
Master Daoxuan turned around, looked at him, and looked at him indifferently. After a long time, he suddenly shook his head, and then said with a smile: "I was kidding you!" Before he finished speaking, he frowned and then touched his chest with his hand.
, coughed a few times.
The old man glanced at his chest, then at Master Daoxuan's face that turned slightly pale at this moment, and said calmly: "It's been ten years, is your injury still not healed?"
Master Daoxuan did not speak, but his cough gradually became louder, and then his face gradually became ugly. After a while, the cough slowly subsided.
Master Daoxuan let out a long breath, turned around, no longer looked at Lin Jingyu outside the door, walked to the memorial platform enshrining countless ancestors of Qingyun Sect, stared at it for a while, and then said quietly: "Me too
I didn’t expect that the backlash of the ‘Zhu Xian Sword’ would be so powerful!”
The old man walked over slowly, reached for a rag, and began to wipe it gently on the heavy altar table. He said: "The power of the Zhuxian Sword is so huge, and coupled with the 'Zhuxian Sword Formation', it is enough to defy the heavens.
A ferocious thing goes against God's will, you should have known that when you used the Ancient Sword to Kill Immortals."
Master Daoxuan said calmly: "Of course I know that on the stone tablet in Huanyue Cave, all the ancestors from Patriarch Qingye down have left strict orders not to use this sword unless absolutely necessary!"
The old man wiped the altar table slowly, very slowly, as if he had been wiping it like this for many years, so he was so focused. He looked at the table, suddenly smiled, and said: "Actually, I have also thought about it.
, maybe if you use the Zhuxian Ancient Sword a few more times, you might die faster than me."
Master Daoxuan looked at the old man's hunched back, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank. After a while, he slowly turned around and walked out.
"Are you leaving?" The old man's desolate voice came from behind him.
Master Daoxuan stopped, but did not look back. After a moment, his voice slowly came over: "Do you still remember what I said when I rescued you?"
The old man stood in the dark shadows and did not answer.
Master Daoxuan did not look back. A strange aura seemed to be floating in the ancestor's ancestral hall. After a while, Master Daoxuan's voice was heard calmly: "I saved you because I owe you, but I won't let you live like this."
Longer than me!"
The old man's body had disappeared into the shadows and remained motionless. Master Daoxuan immediately walked out and left the ancestral hall.
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Lin Jingyu was waiting patiently outside when he suddenly saw the master, the master, walking out of the ancestral hall. He was startled and saluted quickly. Master Daoxuan glanced at him, and there seemed to be some strange light shining in his eyes.
, then nodded and left.
Lin Jingyu watched the Master Master leave. For some reason, as soon as Master Daoxuan came out of the ancestral hall just now, he suddenly felt that the Master Master's face seemed a little strangely pale.
Just as Lin Jingyu was thinking to himself, the old man's voice came from the ancestral hall, saying slowly: "Is it Jingyu? Come in."
Lin Jingyu quickly responded: "Yes." Then he walked into the ancestral hall.
As soon as he walked into the ancestor's ancestral hall, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt a chill on his body, and the surrounding area became dark. He couldn't help but frown. For the past ten years, he had been following this mysterious old man to take care of the ancestor's ancestral hall, but since the day he came
Since then, he has felt that this ancestor's ancestral hall is very strange. It always feels dark and gloomy. However, it is not completely dark here. Instead, many incense candles are lit in front of the ancestors' spiritual tablets, but these dim candles
The dim light of the fire seems to exist only to set off the deeper darkness here, and it cannot make this hall get rid of the dark and even gloomy feeling.
But after all, he has lived here for ten years, and he is extremely admiring of the old man standing in the shadows. He has long forgotten the strange place here, and now he respectfully walks towards the old man's figure.
He bowed and said: "Senior, this disciple is back."
In the past ten years, Lin Jingyu has wanted to call this old man master more than once, but he was rejected by this mysterious old man without exception. Therefore, Lin Jingyu has always called him senior. Anyway, he saw that even the head master sometimes
He also looked at this old man with special eyes, thinking that he must have been an elder in the Qingyun Sect back then.
The old man smiled, walked out of the shadows, and looked Lin Jingyu up and down. Seeing that he had been out for a few months, his face was somewhat weathered, but his whole person was more energetic, and he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief in his eyes.
He said harmoniously: "You didn't get hurt when you went out this time?"
Lin Jingyu smiled and said: "It's true that there were no injuries, but they were just minor flesh injuries, not worth mentioning. It's a pity that this time I went to the Death Swamp and returned without success."
At this moment, he briefly talked about the battle of Death Ze. At this time, the news that the three sects in the internal fight of the Demon Cult had destroyed the Changsheng Hall had spread all over the world. Lin Jingyu also heard about it on the way back, and at this moment he was also interested in the fight together.
The old man spoke out.
However, this old man was obviously not very interested in the survival of the Changsheng Hall. When he heard that one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect was destroyed, his expression did not change and he just listened quietly to Lin Jingyu's words.
After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Did you say that the other three sects of the Demon Sect, including the Wandu Sect, have a large number of people going this time?"
Lin Jingyu nodded and said, "Yes."
The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said: "Have you seen the pines?"
Lin Jingyu trembled and was shocked, but then fell silent. The expression on his face was extremely complicated. After a while, he said: "No, senior."
The old man saw the look on his face and suddenly said: "Do you hate him very much?"
Lin Jingyu's eyes flashed with pain, and he said slowly: "I don't know either, but good and evil are not mutually exclusive. Anyway, even if we meet again, we are already sworn enemies!"
"Humph!" The old man suddenly sneered.
Lin Jingyu was startled and said: "Senior, what's wrong?"
The old man shook his head slowly, turned around, and looked upwards. What came into view were the countless memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect high up in the sky. The dim candlelight in front of their memorial tablets seemed like their eyes, staring silently.
Watching the people in the ancestral hall.
"He raised you up from a young age, taught you Taoism, taught you how to behave, and finally passed on the Dragon-Slaying Sword to you. Has he ever felt sorry for you?" The old man suddenly said calmly.
Lin Jingyu slowly shook his head and whispered: "He has always been very good to me. I used to respect him as a god. I regarded him as a father and respected him extremely. But..."
Lin Jingyu stopped talking, and the old man suddenly fell silent. After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly, with endless sorrow, and said in a low voice to the candles in front of him: "Actually, Cangsong is just a human being.