Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 695 "Song of Sword Fighting"

Zhang Yiyu nodded: "Yes, let's not tell him that this poem written by Yan Nantian is a poem, a song, and a sword technique."

An Ye said: "Yes, let's not tell him, this sword qi will last for 300 years, and every year, a bunch of people come here to understand the will of the sword left by the senior sword god..."

The second girl said something to you, and I said something, and after a while, she told him all the things that the two of them kept silent.

In fact, Lin Su had heard this story once.

Bi Xuanji told him.

A strange man started from a humble beginning, refined the way of swordsmanship, and went through untold hardships to finally reach the state of detachment. When he looked back by chance, he found that none of the people behind him had followed him. His master and his beloved senior sister were all gone. , He returned from Wuxinhai and learned that his senior sister had been dead for a hundred years. He swung his sword on the grave of his senior sister on July 49, using the sword as a pen and strokes as characters, and wrote this shocking "Song of Sword Fighting" ,'Mystery has been followed by thousands of people through the ages, and the situation has disappeared without a trace. Afterwards, he abandoned his sword and left. 300 years have passed, and the sword energy has not dissipated from that grave. It has a radius of hundreds of miles, and not a single blade of grass grows.

This strange person is Yan Nantian.

A generation of sword gods thousands of years ago.

He regards the sword as the whole of his life, he understands the sword but does not understand life.

This strange song has been passed down in the Jianghu, giving inspiration to generations of Jianghu people.

The vast majority of practitioners selectively memorized the first two lines of the poem: Mystery is eternal and thousands of people gather, and the wind and cloud disappear without a trace. What a free and easy way of practice?What a heroic kendo life?Why not be fascinated?

Only a very small number of people feel deeply about the last two sentences.

Who are they?
They are all those who stand at the top of the practice path.

These people have cultivated for endless years, and their reputation and status are unparalleled for a while, but their relatives cannot follow them.

Only then can they realize that the passage of time is a kind of pain, and only then can they know that there are some things in life that cannot be returned.

"Let's go and have a look!" Lin Su suggested.

The two women nodded at the same time: "You can only feel the feeling on the outside, and you can't go deep inside. The will of swordsmanship inside can easily erase a person's consciousness, which is extremely dangerous."

The three of them flew up at the same time and reached the mountain peak.

On the mountain peak, sword energy pervades...

This sword qi is completely different from the usual sword qi. Ordinary sword qi, whether sharp or violent, is full of killing intent, but this sword qi is full of sadness and death...

Even if it is sword energy that does not focus on lethality, it is still unbearable for the mountain.

Around, no birds or beasts can enter, no vegetation can grow.

The entire mountain is a cemetery.

"Both of you are swordsmen, so you can understand the sword will of the next generation of sword gods. By the way, if Wangqing Tiangong is activated, even if you can't realize it, it should help you understand it." Zhang Yiyu sat down by himself and took the lead Opened the Heavenly Art of Forgetfulness.

She was right.

The greatest effect of Wangqing Tiangong is to enhance understanding.

As soon as the Heavenly Kungfu was activated, Zhang Yiyu immediately felt something strange. She had been here before, and she had felt the will of swordsmanship inside. She just felt confused, but as soon as the Heavenly Kungfu was activated, she felt that she had touched some mystery...

An Ye is naturally more impressed. She is a swordsman herself. When she came to this holy place of swordsmanship, she simultaneously activated the Heavenly Art of Forgetfulness to enhance her understanding. She was particularly touched, especially this breath of extinction, which seemed to lure her deep into her bones. s things……

She was an orphan, she never had any relatives.

She entered Baixiang Tower and was trained as a top-notch killer.

She walked through the endless rivers and lakes, and her world was once just lonely.

She used to be used to this loneliness, and she even felt that loneliness should be the normal state in her life, but after following him, she changed.

She is deeply grateful to fate for giving her such an opportunity.

Let her experience a completely strange but extremely sweet life.

She can no longer accept loneliness, she can't even imagine if she can live without him...

Probably because of the recognition of this loneliness, she had a certain resonance with the lonely will of the sword in front of her, and she gradually entered a mysterious and mysterious realm...

Lin Su strolled past, as if he had walked through the life of the former sword god.

Yan Nantian rose from the humble beginnings.

So is he.

Yan Nantian stepped on the earth, with Nantian on his head, he was magnificent.

So is he.

Yan Nantian broke into Wuxinhai, and when he returned, he found that his relatives were all dead, so he woke up and regretted that he had gone too far...

In fact, Lin Su already had this feeling.

Leaving the original world, he already has the helplessness of walking far away from Cangshan people...

And that world is more difficult to return to than Wuxinhai!

It can even be said that he will never be able to go back.

Everything in that world is already a dream.

In this dream, he is almost untouchable.

However, in this world, he has harvested things that cannot be harvested in that world. He still has a lot of relatives, lovers, confidants, and friends...

The dead are gone, the living are still alive.

He didn't want to experience that unspeakable feeling again.

That's why he said a word to Bi Xuanji: The road of cultivation is for me, not the road of parting from relatives. If one day, I go far and you don't keep up, I will come back to find you.

This sentence moved Bi Xuanji so much that he almost missed Zen's mind, but it was also Lin Su's sincere words.

He has Yan Nantian's nostalgia.

He can avoid Yan Nantian's regret.

He walked the road that Yan Nantian had walked, touched the air that Yan Nantian had touched, felt the way of the sword left by him, and felt the sharpness, domineering, helplessness, and loneliness of the way of the sword.

No one noticed that he had gone a little far, stepping into the restricted area in the eyes of the world.

The will of the sword 300 years ago surrounded him and damaged his meridians, but under the unique effect of rejuvenating seedlings, he recovered quickly.

Lin Su's long sword was held in his arms, and his own swordsmanship permeated the long sword: three wonderful fruits.

I don't know when, these three wonderful fruits slowly merged into one...

I don't know when, there was a light click, and a crack opened on the wonderful fruit...

Lin Su was startled, and suddenly stopped...

He clearly saw that he was already standing in front of a lonely grave...

Ordinary solitary graves, like rural graves, have lost all their uniqueness...

Lin Su stared at the crack of the wonderful fruit on his long sword, his heart was churning...

Miaoguo produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. This is the sign of the gradual improvement of the will of the sword.

What is the Three Lives and Myriad Things?

After the wonderful fruit of the Dao of Sword, the world of swords is born, and everything in the world of swords can be seen...

How does the sword world survive?

The wonderful fruit is broken and reborn!
On the road of practice, many things are the same way but with the same effect. Above the literary way, break the boundary and become a saint.

On the way of the sword, a new world is born by breaking the fruit.

There was a crack in his wonderful fruit, which meant that he had a preliminary glimpse of the world of swords...

Of course, just a glimpse!
Even if it is just a glimpse, it is shocking to the world. There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and [-]% of them don't even have sword intent. One day, each day's moat is ten times more difficult than crossing the border on the path of practice.

From sword intent to sword blue and white, ninety percent of them were wiped out.

From sword blue and white to sword fruit, ninety percent of them were wiped out.

From Sword Fruit to Sword World, at least [-]% of these Tianjiao who have finally squeezed into the Sword Fruit circle have to be wiped out.

At present, there are hundreds of millions of people in Dacang who have cultivated into the sword world. Lin Su only knows two people, Dugu Xing and Li Zexi—he has never even seen Li Zexi’s sword world, but he is still sure that Li Zexi is achieved.

With this glimpse, he might be the third person in the past thousand years!
This, perhaps, is that his own swordsmanship has reached a high level.

Maybe Yan Nantian resonated with him.

Or maybe it was the Heavenly Art of Forgetfulness he had just obtained, which finally gave him a reward.

Who knows?

Anyway, it is enough for Miaoguo to break this crack, which is enough for him to be very excited. This kind of breaking, I really feel more fulfilled than Po Zhang Yiyu...

Lin Su's eyes fell, and he turned to the two women.

Zhang Yiyu was meditating in retreat on the outside, with a solemn treasure.

dark night...

His eyes fell on An Ye, and his heart skipped a beat...

There are secrets floating around An Ye, exactly the same as Zhang Yiyu three days ago (maybe it wasn't three days ago, because he didn't know whether it had been a few days or nights since he was obsessed with walking all the way just now).

Dark Night also had an epiphany!
When she got the Wangqing Tianshu, she couldn't enter the epiphany.

He gave her the Dugu Nine Swords, and she practiced for three days and three nights, but she couldn't get an epiphany.

And now, she's in!
After all, the book of forgetting love gave her the treatment she deserved!
A heavenly book, three people read it together, two of them entered enlightenment, but Lin Su couldn't.

Lin Su looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, let alone whether he cursed the Heavenly Dao in his heart, anyway, he is quite satisfied, who is not?Anyway, she is my daughter-in-law!
In addition, I have also gained something, which is certainly not worse than enlightenment.

Lin Su backed away from the grave, walked through the hillside full of sword aura step by step, and returned to the front of the two women.

Zhang Yiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly opened, full of surprises...

Suddenly, her eyes froze and fell on An Ye's face: "She also entered an epiphany?"

Lin Su smiled: "She was born for the sword! In such a place, it is normal to trigger inspiration!"

"She was born for the sword. You never hesitate to praise your little daughter-in-law, as if others know nothing about the way of swords..." Zhang Yiyu curled her lips: "Sorry, although I I am not a person born for swords, but I have also learned a few sword techniques."

Her forehead suddenly lit up...

A zither string turned into a sky-shattering sword, and the sword cut straight down the hundreds of miles of river below the mountain, splitting the river in half.

"This sword, realized from the 'mystery of thousands of people through the ages', I call it 'ten thousand people can be enemy'!"

As soon as the strings were wound, it suddenly disappeared like a spring breeze, but at the moment of disappearing, a vague murderous intent appeared on the blue waves.

"This sword was born out of 'Feng Yun Wu Ying Die Wu Trace', I call it 'Long River Wu Ying'!"

Lin Su applauded and cheered: "Yiyu, you are truly a genius. This sword is extremely fast, and has the three-point charm of my sword-drawing style..."

Zhang Yiyu was very happy when he heard the first half of the line, but annoyed when he heard the second half: "There is also a third sword, born out of the last two lines of the poem, I call it 'Clear Water Cutting Roots'!"

With the left hand together, the clear water soared to the sky, and it turned into a figure in the air, with a smiley face exactly like Lin.

Together with the right hand, the strings pierced through the air, and accurately cut... between the legs of someone in Lin in the air!
Lin Su's legs were clamped tightly, and he felt a pain in the balls for a while...

"How is it? These three sword moves are not bad, right?" Zhang Yiyu looked sideways.

Lin Su stared at her with sore teeth, completely speechless...

When did my little dick offend you?
Do you have to chop it off?

You are not afraid of dark night fighting with you...

(End of this chapter)