How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

The master of Lingxu Sword Sect, Jian Qianshan, finally returned to the sect after more than a month of "cloud tour".

The process of his appearance is also very wonderful, because there is no process in this process.The young disciple on duty at the mountain gate yawned early in the morning and braved the cold spring snow to go to the gate to be on duty. In the twilight of morning, he saw someone with his back turned to him, standing outside the mountain gate with his hands behind his back.When he saw the porcelain hairpin curling up his white hair, the little disciple suddenly dozed off and woke up.On Jian Qianshan's body, the snow-white Taoist robe was the one he wore when he disappeared. It was clean and tidy without even a crease.At this time, he is facing the mountain wind, the corners of his clothes are slightly raised, which is really a scene worthy of painting.

However, such a cold and light snowfall that I don't know when it started, has already fallen on Jian Qianshan's shoulders.In other words, he's been standing here for a long time.The little disciple was dazed for a moment, and suddenly remembered two lines of some beautiful poems - it seems that this star is not the last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at night.

However, the head is not suitable for such a poem, right?Not to mention that a monk is pure-hearted and ascetic, but he is more suitable for a soul like crouching dragon and leaping horse to end the loess... Before the little disciple finished his brain hole, Jian Qianshan turned around, saw him, and showed no expression:

"Is everything okay inside the door?"

"Ah?...Ah! Yes!" Just realized that Jian Qianshan was asking him, the little disciple almost bit his tongue.After a moment of nervousness, he added: "Uncle Feng's family seems to have an accident. He asked Elder Zhengfa for leave half a month ago and returned to Zheliu Villa. Now Uncle Qiu Qingshuang is assisting the two elders in charge."

Jianmen can be called the head of the righteous way, of course there are many disciples.The juniors who are of the same generation as Jian Qianshan basically have their own apprentices, but Jian Qianshan and the three master disciples have not accepted apprentices.Personal disciples involve the succession of the head of the sect, and it is easy to form a clique when opening the door to accept disciples. Therefore, the default in Jianmen is that when the master is not yet determined, the direct disciples will not accept apprentices.

Now that the head of the sect has been determined, Jian Qianshan still has no intention of accepting disciples.The master-student meeting is fate, and the apprentice chooses the master, and the master chooses the apprentice. Before the time comes, he has no such plan.

Now that he knew that there was nothing wrong with the door, Jian Qianshan felt relieved.He nodded slightly to the little disciple, but he didn't enter the mountain gate, but walked through the side gate next to the mountain gate to go to the deep mountain.

Huh……?The little disciple was quite puzzled.Among the thirteen peaks of Jianmen, Changyun is the only one in the lead.From Changyun Peak to the northwest, Lianqing Peak, Hegui Peak, etc. are all there.But from Changyun Peak to the southwest, there are only two places.

One is Huaji Peak, the place where the heads of the past dynasties are buried, and the other is Qianji Peak, which is extremely high and dangerous among the thirteen peaks.

Jian Qianshan went to Qianji Peak.

Xiaoxue didn't stop, blowing her face with the wind.At this time, it is actually not snow, but boulders dancing in the wind all over the sky.The whisk was pinned to his waist, and Jian Qianshan had nothing else on his body. He walked slowly on the mountain road with only his hands down, until he reached the Guixu Cliff on Qianji Peak, and slowly grasped the iron chain, step by step, facing the overwhelming mountain The wind and boulders slowly climbed up the Guixu Cliff.

It must have been a long time since I have been here again.

Jian Qianshan stood still on Guixu Cliff, and when he looked up, he saw that the old pine and blue stone were still there.The old pine is a masson pine, with wide and loose needles, like a fan of palmetto, receiving the falling snow.Cang pine and white snow, and simple bluestone on the side, are a perfect match.Jian Qianshan stood on the edge of the cliff and did not move until two white cranes flew towards the sky, spread their wings and closed their wings, and landed gracefully in front of the pine.

This is complete.

The corners of Jian Qianshan's lips raised slightly, and he suddenly laughed.Then he strode calmly to the bluestone and held the sword deeply embedded in the stone.

The temperature of the hand was icy cold, and everyone from the tiger's mouth to the heart was shocked.Jian Qianshan clenched the sword tightly, while the two white cranes on the cliff blinked and did not fly away.

Where is the white crane, try to come with him.This body returns to heaven and earth together, and the white gulls come and go without guessing.He remembered the day when he and the martial arts conference just started, he walked in the snow on the way home, but there was no falling snow that would wet his clothes.

Water does not soak water, and snow does not melt snow.On that day, at that time, at that moment, on the way home, he was Xue, and he was the most common and impermanent thing in the world.

The ninth level of Lingxu Sword Art is the pinnacle of the peak, so forgetful and indifferent to the world.The husband does not fight, so the world cannot compete with him.

But he has stopped at the eighth level for so long, thinking that he has seen through the mundane world of love, that he has isolated himself from the turmoil of the world of mortals...

How naive.

He finally remembered the words Wenguitu said to him many years ago - "Qianshan, you have to remember how cold this sword is. One day you will think about the ultimate meaning of swordsmanship, and at that time, you will think about it." Think about the temperature of this sword."

It was bitingly cold, but after holding it for so long, it gradually warmed up.Like last year when winter just started, Xingheying stood with him in the same misty ice and snow, holding his hand.

The second half of the master's sentence is...you have to remember, don't let your sword become cold.

When the time comes, you will naturally remember.

It is so, it is so.

Jian Qianshan suddenly closed his eyes, and finally there was a natural smile on the corner of his lips.Then, without using any internal strength, he just held the sword and slowly pulled it out of the bluestone.

The iron sword is embedded in bluestone, so it can be easily pulled out.Many years ago, he was too young and weak, so he couldn't pull it out.Most people would not come to Guixu Cliff, and those who came saw the iron sword sinking into the stone edge, and subconsciously thought that it was embedded very tightly.But at that time, Shui Fengqing was at the end of his rope, and with injuries all over his body, how much strength would he have in the end?

It's just been so long that no one has ever tried to pull it out.I asked if I didn't want to go home, and most of the others had never tried it.

This time, he pulled out the sword.There is no change in the situation, even the mountain wind remains the same.The two white cranes combed their feathers leisurely and gracefully, then looked at the human in front of them, held the sword behind their left hand, and walked a few steps to the center of Guixu Cliff.

Raising your hand, opening and closing it is a set of basic movements for getting started with Lingxu Sword Art.The sword was crossed with his right hand, and with a lunge thrust, there was a sudden sharp sound in the air.Two white cranes chirped with their necks stretched out, which was the only sound in the world.

Jian Qianshan started to practice each move from the most basic moves of the Lingxu Sword Art in this kind of flying snow.There is no one else here, maybe it's for the universe, or maybe it's for my own heart.

Too much forgetting love, but not breaking love.Cutting off love is the only way to go, but it is also the way to go wrong.

Jian Qianshan only felt that the world had disappeared, and the only thing left in the world was the sword in front of him.But in a trance, he felt that the master was behind him, stroking his beard and smiling, and pointing him to every move-"Here is the cloud sword, the left is solid and the right is empty; when the sword is chopped down, the left is empty and the right is solid..."

Between fiction and reality, the truth is so.

When the last sword was thrust out, and the last move was withdrawn, everything in the world reappeared, except the master who slowly disappeared in the snow.

"Qianshan, do you understand?"

There is no sound around, the words are in his heart.

"understood."

Jian Qianshan also answered in his heart.

The wind blows and the snow blows, and then everything is quiet.The figure behind him could no longer be felt.The pair of white cranes stepped gracefully to the edge of the cliff, then slightly bent their hind legs and flapped their wings, and walked away gracefully.