Darkness is always there, peace is not always there.
The man in blood has understood this truth from a long time ago.
He can't change the world, but he can stick to what he thinks is right.
At this moment, in front of him, Su Xuan, who was immersed in darkness, was emitting a faint light.
This is the light that will burst out even in despair and end.
There is only destruction, no surrender.
This is a creature's most unyielding cry against the darkness.
The light was weak, but in the eyes of the man in blood, it was so dazzling and bright.
so.
He decided to let Su Xuan be the contemporary senior brother of the Taiping Ancient Alliance! As the strongest being in the Taiping Ancient Alliance, he has this right! And he also believed that the Taiping Ancient Alliance would eventually be proud of it!... Su Xuan had a dream
.
I dreamed of a past that was full of hope, but also sad.
"Tao generates the sword, the sword is tilted to the sky, one sword is guarded, and hundreds of thoughts are raised..." The clear and loud sound of chanting sutras rang out.
That was the Shanhe Sword Sect that was still suffering from the bitter cold.
Young Jian Beichen was reading the Sword Sutra against the cold wind.
Next to him, there was a girl in Taoist robes, who looked as majestic as plum blossoms in the snow.
She held a scripture in her hand and was reading it carefully.
However, the glances she occasionally glanced at Jian Beichen showed that her heart was not as peaceful as her appearance.
for a long time.
Jian Beichen looked back at the girl in Taoist robes, and asked in confusion: "Senior sister, can I really become a strong person?"
This year, his beloved senior brother died for the sword.
This year, he was found to have mediocre qualifications and no talent in his life.
This year, his master made a promise that he, Jian Beichen, would become the strongest sword robe in the Sword Sect in the future.
Jian Beichen was confused.
He didn't know if he could do it and was a little timid.
The girl in Taoist robes saw it and immediately snorted: "Man, please be proactive."
"But...but that is the strongest sword robe."
Jian Beichen whispered.
"Master said you can do it, you can do it! Why didn't I realize you were so arrogant before when you stole my peach and your senior brother Skylark?"
The girl in Taoist robe was so angry that she refused to argue.
But after saying that, she regretted it.
Jian Beichen looked sad.
Among Jian Huang's three disciples, Jian Beichen is the youngest and the most favored.
The girl in Taoist robes opened her mouth, "Elder brother is like father."
The departure of their senior brother is undoubtedly unacceptable to them.
Jian Beichen suddenly raised his head and asked with a forced smile: "Sister, they say that people change when they grow up.
I hope to become stronger, will other things change?"
The girl in Taoist robes was stunned, then said: "If you want to change, you will definitely change.
If you don’t want it, no one can force you.”
"Um."
Jian Beichen was silent for a while, then smiled brightly and said: "Then except that I become stronger, nothing else remains the same.
Senior sister, don’t change either.”
"I won't."
The girl in Taoist robes nodded heavily.
"Then you wait until I come back."
Jian Beichen waved his hand.
far away.
Jian Huang was calling Jian Beichen.
They are about to travel far and find the path of swordsmanship on the road.
The girl in Taoist robes looked at the back of the thin young man, and her eyes, which had always been strong, suddenly blurred with tears.
"Junior brother, senior sister will never change and will always wait for you to come back."
She waved her hand vigorously, even if Jian Beichen disappeared, she still waved it.
In those years full of suffering, she waited until she died... Green mountains, dangerous peaks, cliffs, abysses... Jian Huang took Jian Beichen to travel all over the vast land.
Commoner clothes, straw sandals.
Bamboo stick, bamboo hat.
Jian Huang is like an ascetic, carrying his sword Beichen.
He told Jian Beichen that since he didn't have a strong talent, he should sharpen his will! Sword training... does not require talent! When the sword is clear, fearless, and will not give in, you can still become a strong man.
these years.
He has gone through too many hardships and seen too many hardships.
In a snow-capped mountain, there is a snow lotus standing proudly on the top of the mountain. It does not fall down in the wind and snow, and its character is awe-inspiring.
Jian Huang pointed at Xuelian and said: "Beauty can also be born in suffering."
In a slum, there are old people in rags working hard all day in exchange for food and raising their children.
Jian Huang pointed at the old man and said: "There is a lot of suffering in the world, but there is never a lack of beauty.
You have to discover it and then protect it."
On a battlefield, too many soldiers were wrapped in horse leather, the ground was stained with blood, and gunpowder smoke was everywhere.
Jian Huang pointed to the battlefield and said: "Peace and chaos are like twins, never parted.
But you have to remember that only by having peace and righteousness in your heart can you resolve the chaos and usher in a peaceful and prosperous age!"
Every place, every experience.
Jian Huang told Jian Beichen that your sword does not have to be sharp, but it must be thick.
Their swords are not only for themselves, but also for the common people in this world.
A sword meant only for oneself is destined to succumb to the chaos of the world.
Jian Beichen looked at his master's majestic back, often feeling unable to look directly at him because he was so dazzling.
At that time, Jian Beichen thought that this might be a truly great sword cultivator.
Ten years later.
Jian Huang waved goodbye to Jian Beichen.
Jian Beichen's sword needs to be found by himself.
And Jian Huang's only expectation for him is to stick to the sword in his heart and not succumb to this world full of suffering.
That year.
Jian Beichen secretly saw his master watching his retreating figure for a long time, full of reluctance and worry.
That year.
Jian Beichen traveled far alone to find the kendo that he had longed for in his life.
That year.
Although Jian Beichen is small, he carries a lot.
he told himself.
Those who fail to become swordsmen will not return to the Sword Sect.
His sword must not only save people, but also show its sharp edge.
And after that... it was a hundred years of searching for the sword, the vicissitudes of the sword robe... in the darkness.
Tears fell from the corners of Su Xuan's eyes.
He became a sword robe, but lost too much.
And he himself was trapped in the quagmire, unable to extricate himself... "How can I be swallowed by darkness again if I start my life again?"
Su Xuan said to himself.
This day.
Under the astonishing gaze of the man in blood-clothed clothes, Su Xuan's body was full of peace and fire, invading the darkness.
Darkness is eroding Su Xuan.
But Su Xuan also began to erode the darkness.
It is like a spark of fire that spreads across the ancient plains.
Su Xuan's broken body was shining brightly.
The ancient sword path opened up in his body, and the sword merged with peace, and the narrow road that was originally wide and narrow turned into a road to the sky.
In the cultivation of the sword body, the path of the sword comes first! At this moment, Su Xuan laid the solid foundation for his sword body practice.
This sword path is three times wider than that of Jian Beichen! The sword's intention is majestic, with mountains and rivers, people, stars, and peace... A single sword can change the vicissitudes of the world.
Su Xuan's sword intention was already magnificent.
The man in blood-clothed clothes looked at it and couldn't help but shout: "Okay!"
Peaceful and mighty.
He never thought that peace meant gentleness and tolerance.
Peace...can also be aggressive like fire.
At this moment, Su Xuan showed it vividly.
A seal gradually formed between Su Xuan's eyebrows.
That's the ancient Taiping seal.
"Continuing the unique learning for the Holy Spirit."
The man in blood clothes said to himself and grinned again.
“The word Taiping expresses the prosperity of the world.
Although you have evil bones in your body, you still know the best about peace in the world."
The man in blood-clothed clothes grabbed Su Xuan and walked out.
"When you come to our Taiping Ancient Alliance, I will personally pass on the Taiping Holy Scroll to you."
He promised Su Xuan softly.
...One Hundred Floors of Taiping Saint Master Tower.
The black and white Taoist looked down from time to time with complicated and worried expressions.
Time...another half year has passed.
It has been a full year and two months since Su Xuan entered the 'Darkness Line'.
This has already set a historical record! Throughout the history of the Taiping Ancient League, no disciple has been able to stay in the 'Darkness Line' for so long.
Taoist Black and White was both shocked and fucked up.
What a annoying little bastard.
Taoist Black and White sighed, he had no choice but to wait.
But this day.
Unexpected.
There were ripples below.
The Holy Master Pagoda, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, is now much clearer.
The black and white Taoist's eyes widened.
"Alliance...leader?"
he stammered.
The man in blood-clothed clothes below stepped forward.
What made Taoist Black and White rub his eyes the most was that the man in blood came up with Su Xuan in his arms...