Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 270, Are you willing to draw your sword and kill the sky (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
270, Are you willing to draw your sword and kill the sky (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
On the river, tens of thousands of rivals compete.
The previous scenes of various sects gathering together and dragon boats hugging each other disappeared.
The elites of each sect were all high-spirited, full of aura and high-spirited fighting spirit.
Some people are riding big fish upstream, some are walking on the waves, some are shining with swords under their feet, some are stepping on jade belts and flying feathers are flying over the waves...
Elites from various sects met in the river, some chasing each other, some sitting and talking, walking together, and those who competed with each other, causing auras of spiritual light and sword energy to swirl and roar.
This appearance is very similar to the scene during Jindan's great cultivation and discussion.
Above the clouds, some people were smiling, while others were silent.
It can be seen that unknowingly, these sect elites have thrown aside the rules of the nine sects' rearrangement.
You must know that when Lingdao Sect established this rule, no one among the tens of thousands of sects in Western Xinjiang dared to disobey it.
Many people turned their heads to look at the powerful man from the Lingdao Sect in front of them, and then looked at Tuoba Cheng who was flying like a sword.
From now on, whose world will belong to Western Xinjiang?
In the river, Han Muye had white feathers stepping on his feet, with a calm expression on his face.
As he moved forward, he focused his attention on exploring the crane wings in the sky.
"Not to mention, these feathers are faster than that guy from Zhao Yunlong. They are also stable and won't hurt your feet when you step on them."
The voice of Taoist Dayan came.
At this time, he turned into a breeze, floating around the white feathers.
Han Muye ignored him.
This guy is stimulated.
Tianheyi and Yunlongjian are different.
The Yunlong Sword is a magical sword weapon. Although its combat power is not extremely strong, its victory is guaranteed. It is the mildest among the magical weapons.
This kind of sword is suitable as a treasure for the sect to guard.
There is no weapon spirit in Tianheyi, otherwise it would still be considered a magic weapon.
Tianheyi has almost no fighting power, and its greatest function is to fly away.
Chase, or escape.
Its speed is so fast that if it can be pushed to the extreme, even the Heaven Realm Yuanying Daxiu can't catch up.
Moreover, Han Muye could sense the existence of spatial power from the Sky Crane Wings.
Nearly a hundred sky cranes sleep peacefully in this space.
It seems that when we were on Tianhe Ridge, this Tianhe Wing was Tianhe's nest.
Slowly sensing the power of the Sky Crane Wings, a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.
The biggest role of the crane wings today is to pass through the space barrier after blessing the power of space in the void!
In other words, with this thing, you can enter almost any world silently.
The masters of the Cloud Sky Realm have long discovered the Fire Source Realm, but they can only enter it through the space channel because there are heaven and earth barriers outside the Fire Source Realm.
With the Sky Crane Wings in hand, Han Muye only needed to spend some spiritual energy to activate the Sky Crane Wings if he wanted to pass through the barrier between heaven and earth.
Looking at it this way, when going to Zhongzhou in the future, we can save the toll of the Hibiscus Demon.
Forget it, those spiritual stones still have to come out.
After all, maybe one day it rains or snows, and the big demon will arrange to stay in a spiritual place, right?
With a cheerful smile on Han Muye's face, he moved the white feathers under his feet, and the white waves were like lines, directly surpassing the sect elites who controlled the black turtle demon.
"Han banished the immortal!"
On the back of the big black-armored fish, someone held his hand.
"Senior Brother Han!"
Someone was bowing down on the river while riding the waves.
"Brother Han, what a trick." Gu Yuanlong stood on the sword and held it in his hand with a smile.
"Brother Gu, you were born in the East China Sea. Your ability to ride on water and waves is not inferior to that of Han, right?" Han Muye laughed, and with a flash of light under his feet, he directly surpassed Gu Yuanlong.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Gu Yuanlong laughed loudly, and moved forward through the waves with sword energy under his feet.
One walks on feathers like an immortal, and the other wields a sword like a dragon.
The two men competed, attracting countless spectators.
Suddenly, the elites of each sect subconsciously speeded up and began to compete secretly.
Above the river, the strong wind and spiritual energy are shaking, the clouds are breaking and the sun is shining, it is extremely spectacular.
"Such a grand occasion has probably never happened in Western Xinjiang in ten thousand years, right?" Someone above the clouds sighed in a low voice.
In the world of spiritual practice, shouldn’t the spirit of the immortal spirit be spread freely like this, so that everything in the world should not be filled with the heart?
Being so free and easy can be regarded as cultivating immortality!
Cultivation and immortality have shaken the hearts of countless people.
The cultivation world in Western Xinjiang has been struggling for countless years, but what is missing is this kind of immortal energy!
Today, I just saw a fairy character!
"This long feather is actually a magic weapon..." Someone whispered above the cloud.
Although Han Banxian's practice was ruined, he still had magic weapons to protect him.
Even if this magic weapon doesn't look like a combat weapon, it is still a magic weapon after all.
With this thing protecting him, this Han banished immortal's combat power is unpredictable!
On top of the clouds, everyone in the Lingdao Sect looked even more gloomy.
Why did Han Muye get all the good things?
Is your family losing troops and generals?
This chase spanned thousands of miles and ended at sunset.
Winning or losing is not important.
Just have fun.
Before sunset, Han Muye flew down and landed on a large island in the middle of the river, followed closely by Gu Yuanlong, who also stepped onto it.
"Han's method of banishing immortals is really extraordinary." Gu Yuanlong's face flashed with emotion.
"Brother Gu, the surge of thousands of miles and the gathering of momentum are extraordinary." Han Muye smiled and turned his head.
Han Muye is familiar with the newly acquired treasure, and Gu Yuanlong is using the waves to gather momentum.
In the swordsmanship of the East China Sea, one sword can gather thousands of waves.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Around the big island, black turtles anchored one after another.
Most of these fish monsters have been tamed and will not escape if left alone.
If there are some who are not tamed, the disciples of the sect will not move away from their backs and will just sit cross-legged.
On both sides of the river bank, it was not until night fell that figures one after another caught up with them.
Running thousands of miles across the river is really exciting.
It's a pity that most of the practitioners on the shore can't keep up with their cultivation. They chased after them and lost them.
At this time, countless spiritual lights rose from the center of the river and surrounded the big island. One by one, the elites of the sect sat cross-legged, adjusting their breath and practicing.
More and more people gathered on the shore, chatting in low voices or meditating to restore their lost spiritual energy.
"Today we saw the prosperity of cultivation in Western Xinjiang." On the bank of the river, an old man in black robes clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the center of the river, and spoke in a low voice.
"Haha, I wish I was born three hundred years later." Beside the black-robed old man, a Taoist with a white beard shook his head and sighed with regret.
The practitioners around him were also looking at Jiang's spiritual light, with a myriad of thoughts in their minds.
On Jiangxin Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged, with Lin Shen and Lu Gao standing behind to protect him.
Han Muye closed his eyes and gathered his spiritual thoughts into the divine treasure.
At this time, golden light was billowing in his divine treasure.
Waves of awe-inspiring Qi flashed out, and then poured into the Dantian Qi sea.
And in his Qi sea, the aura of human hope has condensed into deep purple and is still gathering.
He had no idea that his move to send the Sky Crane Territory into the Fire Source Realm, which he couldn't bear to see the collapse of the Sky Crane Territory and the death of countless creatures, would actually win him a torrent of popularity.
At this time, the aura of hope had already solidified into substance.
As for the improvement of Haoran Qi, it is because of the gratitude of Tianhe Domain.
The realm that was about to collapse contained endless resentment. Han Muye took action to resolve it, and this resentment naturally became his awe-inspiring energy.
No wonder Zhongzhou wants to suppress the four realms and guard the mortal world.
The awe-inspiring energy needs to be improved with qualifications, and the popularity needs the gathering of souls.
The power in the Qihai Shenzang was clearly detected, and the light in Han Muye's palm moved slightly, and a jade-colored sword pill appeared.
Yuchen is what Taoist Taoist Dayan calls Yuniang.
Unfortunately, the memory and sword spirit of this sword pill have been integrated with Qingtong, and now they need to be recuperated.
However, without the original sword spirit and memory, Han Muye skipped the training and directly refined it, which was much faster.
There was a slight vibration, and the sword energy was poured into Han Muye's palm, and a faint spiritual light surrounded him.
With this appearance, it looks like his cultivation level is only about Ning Qi, and he has just stepped over Pei Yuan.
"Han Banxian, I don't know, I might ask a question."
When Han Muye opened his eyes, not far ahead, a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword bowed and spoke.
Han Muye, a disciple of Huoling Dao Sect, had met him in Tianhe Domain before, but his name was unknown.
Hearing the young man's words, Han Muye nodded with a smile and said, "The name of banishing an immortal is because of the love of fellow Taoists. How can I banish an immortal?"
Speaking of this, he laughed: "But I am usually bored in the sword pavilion. If a disciple from the sect comes to receive the sword, I will not refuse most of them if they can help solve problems in cultivation."
When he heard that he would not refuse, the young man's face lit up with joy.
"It's just." Han Muye's voice paused.
The smile on the young man's face froze, and then he heard Han Muye continue: "Just asking me a question, I want to collect the spirit stone."
Han Muye turned around and said, "Three middle-grade spiritual stones, one question."
Three middle-grade spiritual stones?
Who on Jiangxin Island still lacks this spiritual stone?
The young man's face was filled with joy, and he raised his hand to hold the three spiritual stones.
Han Muye waved his hand, and Lu Gao stepped forward, collected the spirit stone, turned around and handed it to Han Muye.
Han Muye took a piece, waved his hand and said, "Old rules."
Lu Gao politely handed a piece to Lin Shen and stuffed one into his arms.
Han Muye collected the spirit stone, raised his head and said, "Tell me."
The young man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and whispered: "Han Banxian, you once said that practicing is to live well for yourself."
"I want to know, my generation of sword cultivators hold swords just for fighting, and the sword pavilion inheritance gathers the strength of a sword into one sword. How can we live for ourselves in this way?"
After he finished speaking, there was silence all around, except for the sound of waves lapping against the shore.
How to live for yourself.
Han Muye once said that he should live for himself, but the Jiange inheritance is all about freedom with one sword. After one sword, he is a mortal.
This goes against his own words.
After thinking carefully about the young man's words, many people's faces became solemn.
This question seems simple, but it is related to Han Muye's own Tao.
If what Han Muye says is not consistent with what he does, one day the avenue will collapse.
At this time, not only on Jiangxin Island, but also on the clouds in the sky, many people had their thoughts falling around Han Muye.
On the bank of the river, the old man in black robe who had spoken before had his eyes fixed on the center of the river with light shining through.
"Practice is your own. I have heard these words many times. It is not a lie for practitioners to cut off love and sex." On the bank of the river, a middle-aged man carrying a long sword looked solemn on his face.
"The inheritance of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion has always been about sacrifice. This Han banished immortal wants to live for himself. I wonder if he is acting out of emotion, or because he wants to be independent?"
If the Jiange is separated from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, it will not be a good thing for the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
But if Han Muye still adheres to the Jiange inheritance, then he will not be able to live for himself.
Not living for yourself is contrary to what he said.
At this moment, everyone was waiting for Han Muye to make a decision.
After a moment of silence, Han Muye chuckled: "Before answering this question, I would like to ask, why do I, a sword cultivator, hold a sword?"
Why hold a sword?
For practice, for freedom, for having the ability to protect the way, for the sword in hand being able to cut through the heavens and the earth?
Cultivation is not just practice.
Maybe I thought about why I held the sword back then, but now I have long forgotten it.
When Han Muye asked this question, no one answered.
Turning his head to look around, Han Muye shook his head, cast his eyes towards the river, and said softly: "Tell me a story about Zhongzhou that I read in the classics."
"You know that Zhongzhou governs the world with Confucianism and Taoism. There are imperial laws and all people are bound by them."
Han Muye's voice was not loud, but there were elites on Jiangxin Island, and they could all hear their spiritual thoughts.
There is no need to say anything about YunTou.
As for those on the bank of the river, some with advanced cultivation also laughed and repeated Han Muye's words, and also introduced the situation in Zhongzhou in a low voice.
"The law says, murder must be repaid with life, and debt must be repaid with money. The people of Zhongzhou all follow the law."
"This law can protect those who are law-abiding and can also restrain those who have evil intentions."
Han Muye's voice was neither fast nor slow.
Zhongzhou Law.
Does this Han banished immortal want to implement Zhongzhou law in Western Xinjiang?
In the future, if the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has a chance to aspire to the throne, will it be necessary to govern the Western Border as a family?
Many people frowned.
Practitioners are not willing to accept such restrictions.
On top of the cloud, many people turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.
"The story I'm telling you happened to a Confucian scholar."
"This young Confucian scholar has extraordinary talents and is highly regarded by his family. He also married the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family. It can be said that he is young and successful."
A young man succeeds.
Today on Jiangxin Island, countless people are young and successful.
Who can fail to become a sect elite before the age of 100 and compete for the position of the nine sects?
"But one day, the Confucian scholar's wife cried and said that a wicked young man in the city coveted her beauty and wanted to do something wrong."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, his eyes swept around, and he said calmly: "What should you do if this matter happens to you?"
What should be done?
"Kill." Lin Shen, holding the big sword, said coldly.
"Of course I draw my sword." Someone on the other side spoke loudly.
Han Muye nodded and said: "The laws in Zhongzhou are strict, but it doesn't just happen by drawing a sword."
"The law requires evidence."
"The Confucian scholar and his wife appealed to the county government, and the county government replied that the so-called covetousness did not become a fact, and the county government could only reprimand the evil boy a few words."
"The Confucian scholar begged the family again. The family valued him, but what could he do to the evil young man?"
"The evil young man apologized and left with a long smile."
"On the day after the third month, when a Confucian scholar and his wife were traveling together, the evil young man brought his slaves and robbed him. He defiled his beloved wife in front of her. Then he cut off the ten fingers of his hands so that he could not write, cut off his tongue so that he could not speak, and gouged out his eyes.
, making it difficult to distinguish between west and east.”
After Han Muye finished speaking, he quietly looked at the river ahead.
"Such evildoers should have been punished long ago!" Someone shouted loudly, gritting his teeth and staring.
"Zhongzhou's bullshit laws allow people to do evil." Someone gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand.
On top of the clouds, those golden elixir masters did not speak, but they also frowned.
"Brother Han, what happened to the Confucian scholar and his wife?" Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.
Everyone looked at Han Muye.
"Later?" Han Muye said calmly: "Later, the Confucian scholar had an epiphany and became a scholar of Confucianism and Taoism. With the character of Haoran Qi Ningzi as a sign, the county magistrate came forward and severely punished the evil young man. He was imprisoned for ten years and exiled thousands of miles away."
"You're not even going to kill them?" Lu Gao was stunned and shouted loudly.
"Kill?" Han Muye shook his head: "Although the humiliated wife of a Confucian scholar hanged herself from a beam, this was suicide, and life and death had nothing to do with the evil young man."
"The evil young man did evil things, but he didn't kill anyone. He killed someone to pay for his life. He didn't kill anyone, so why should he pay for his life?"
After Han Muye finished speaking, everyone around him stared.
"Don't kill these evil people, what a bullshit law."
"If it were me and someone dared to look at my Taoist companion one more time, I would kill him."
"If I were in Zhongzhou, I would have drawn my sword and killed people."
For a time, there was a lot of noise on the island in the center of the river and on both sides of the river bank.
Han Muye listened quietly without saying a word.
After a moment, the disciple of the Huoling Dao Sect who asked the question frowned and bowed: "Han Banxian, what does this story have to do with what you said about practicing for yourself?"
Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said calmly: "What would you do if this happened to you?"
The young man did not hesitate and said loudly: "I will draw my sword and kill."
Han Muye gave a long laugh: "As a practitioner, don't we just have the strength to draw a sword when disaster strikes?"
When disaster strikes, do you have the strength to draw a sword?
When disaster strikes, you have the strength to draw your sword!
For a time, countless hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.
"Good and evil in the world are inherently indeterminate. We don't practice swords to kill people, but to have the sword in our hand and have the strength to draw it."
Han Muye's eyes were filled with a profound light, and he shouted in a low voice: "One day, when I meet this Confucian scholar and ask for help, are you willing to draw his sword for him?"
"Yes!" Lin Shen replied loudly.
The others nodded slightly.
"One day, when you encounter such evildoers, are you willing to draw your sword and kill them?" Han Muye said again.
"willing!"
This time, many more people answered.
"One day, there will be evil in heaven and earth. Are you willing to draw your sword and kill the sky?" Han Muye shouted.
Draw your sword to kill the sky?
Everyone was stunned.
"Isn't it true that when we cultivate, we should have immortal righteousness in our hearts? If we cultivate swords, shouldn't we do it so that we can draw the sword and kill all the evil spirits in the world?"
"If you practice cultivation just to survive, if you don't dare to draw the sword in your hand when something unfair happens, why do you still cultivate a bullshit sword?"
"Cultivation for oneself is not just to make your mind happy and free to become an immortal?"
“Is it true to truly renounce love and sex, endure all kinds of suffering, and cultivate into a giant tortoise reaching the sky for thousands of years? Is this what cultivation is?”
Han Muye shouted loudly, the sound echoing hundreds of miles away.
His voice echoes throughout heaven and earth.
Above the clouds, those golden elixir cultivators were all silent.
After practicing for countless years, these major cultivators have long seen through it.
But after seeing through it, have you really forgotten it?
On Jiangxin Island, some people were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, some people's eyes were flashing, and their aura and sword light were rising.
Some people gritted their teeth, with uncontrollable hatred flashing in their eyes, while others raised their heads, with tears in their eyes.
On the bank of the river, among the practitioners sitting around, the original noise turned into silence.
"I remember that when I first started practicing, my fellow disciple Jin'er was gentle and sweet, and all my fellow disciples liked her."
"I also fell in love with her, but I never dared to express it."
On the stone cliff on the river bank, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a green robe raised his head and looked towards the sky.
"Eight years after we started, we completed the sect's mission together and met the disciples of Lingdao Sect."
"Just because Junior Sister Jin'er was dissatisfied with Lingdao Sect for taking away the elixir we needed to complete our mission, she said one more thing."
The Taoist's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"A disciple of Lingdao Sect slashed through Junior Sister Jin'er's chest and abdomen with a wind blade."
"The blood sprayed like spring water. I tried to hold the wound with my hands, but I couldn't."
"I remember my junior sister whispering, let me live."
"I'm alive."
"I have lived for three hundred and eighty years."
"I have lived like a turtle for three hundred and eighty years!"
The middle-aged Taoist's spiritual light rose up, and his sword intent soared into the sky. He stared at the sky and shouted loudly.
"Zhou Chenggang of Lingdao Sect, do you still remember the female cultivator in green who was killed at the foot of Wuluo Mountain 380 years ago?"