One Sword Nine Ya

Ye Jiuya said: "I retreated a year ago, and I came out not long ago."

Lanshan Lord Lu Lanshan turned around to lead the way for Ye Jiuya, and said, "I have heard the name of Lord Ye for a long time, but seeing him today is really extraordinary."

Passing through Qionglou Yuyu, Xianlin Lingchi, there is a large open space paved with ice and stones in front of the Jasper Tianlou Pavilion.

Ye Jiuya walked to one side and did not move, while Lu Lanshan went to the other side, his sword mingled, with the word "Flying Light" engraved on it.

"Master Ye Jian, please." His voice was like jade.

Because people of the immortal way have different ways, it is difficult to judge whether they are high or low when talking about metaphysics and emptiness. Only then can they be divided into three realms. Young disciples exhale and breathe every day, sit quietly and contemplate the meditation. It doesn't count as stepping into the fairy gate.

The first level of heaven borrows the qi of heaven and earth, the second level of heaven is the mystery of luck, and the third level of heaven penetrates the heaven and earth, and is in line with the sun and the moon.

Later, with the rise of martial arts, the realm of cultivation was directly related to martial power. Those sects of Xuan Dao, headed by Qing Jing Guan, who like to sit quietly and talk about mysteries, refine alchemy and hope for energy, and who are not diligent in the four bodies also intensively researched countless spells and spells to restore the decline. Strength can be compared with martial arts cultivators.

This opened a precedent for distinguishing high and low by force, which has been followed from generation to generation.

If two people meet, unless there are too many differences, they have to compete first, which is not only the state of mutual verification, but also the difference between the superior and the superior - similar to the order of the mortal self-reported family and the determination of the elders and younger generations.

What's more, these two people, one in the south and the other in the north, are both the most outstanding figures in the way of swordsmanship. People in the immortal world have long guessed which of the two will win and which will lose. I am extremely curious, after this battle, I will probably be able to draw a conclusion.

Xie Lang pulled Wen Hui back a few steps, and watched with Lu Hongyan attentively.

Several Tsing Yi disciples in the nearby pavilion turned their heads to watch, and a few more walked by.

For them, this level of discussion is probably only once in a lifetime.

The flying light came out of its sheath, like a pool of clear water under the sun, its sharpness restrained.

Beside Lu Lanshan, a female disciple named Qin Wanqing held the scabbard and stood aside.

Seeing this, Chen Weichen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Master, give it to me."

At this moment, it was indeed more appropriate for Chen Weichen to serve the sword - he took over Jiuya's black scabbard as he wished, and imitated Qin Wanqing's appearance, very decent.

The Nine Ya Sword is made of black iron, tempered by the extremely cold springs of the North. It is not the bright silver of ordinary weapons, but has a dull color, which seems to bring boundless silence, which cannot even be touched by sunlight.

It wasn't the Grand Dao Sword, it wasn't the Mountain-Creating Epee, and it wasn't even - it wasn't the Killing Sword.

It is a ruthless sword.

Now that the scabbard has been unsheathed, the sword must be drawn.The energy on the stone platform is surging, testing each other, and the mystery cannot be fully understood.

At the moment of tension, it was as if a string in the void was plucked suddenly.

In an instant, the extreme stillness of confrontation turned into extreme movement.

The wind blows, the clouds surge.

Lu Lanshan jumped into the air, dressed in azure robe, surrounded by thousands of sword shadows.

The sword shadow changes, watching it quietly makes people suddenly fall into an illusion, and countless scenes are derived.

For a moment there is lightning and thunder, and for a moment the flowers bloom and wither.

It is day and night visualization, comprehension of heaven and earth, enlightenment into the sword, and becoming the universe in the sword.

The Whirling Three Thousand Worlds is really "Zen-like" as people say.

And the white clothes didn't move.

In previous years, when discussing swords between the north and the south, apart from the truly advanced ones, there were still quite a few disciples of the immortal sect who were mediocre and could only watch the excitement.

The two sects talked about the way of swordsmanship, and the process of debating the heart of the sword was too obscure for them to understand. What was really interesting was the contest between the North and the South swords.

Beidi Jiange used one sword to defeat ten thousand swords, and Nanhai Sword Terrace used ten thousand swords to fight one sword. Regardless of the result of winning or losing, just looking at the exquisite swordsmanship is really dazzling. I don't know what to say.

The current situation is also the same, but the realm of the two of them is ten times higher, and the excitement is naturally extraordinary.

Facing the shadows of swords all over the sky, Ye Jiuya finally drew out his sword.

All the Qi mechanisms in the entire world were affected.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just an ordinary horizontal sword.

It is probably so mysterious that it is unspeakable, and people who have not touched that level cannot see the slightest mystery.

That sword was born out of all kinds of sword moves, and it must be the key to the succession of Qi breaking machine in the shadow of swords all over the sky.

And those ten thousand swords are endless, and the thousands of illusions are only from the last "flying light".

"One sword? Thousands of swords? I can't see clearly." Chen Weichen heard Xie Lang behind him and said: "The southern sword and the northern sword are completely different, but they are as subtle as they are now-the Tao reaches the peak, and it leads to the same goal... The small road seems to be I realized."

Looking at the field again, after the sword was released, the atmosphere froze for a short time.

The edge of Jiuya's sword draws a crescent moon, moving through the clouds and flowing water, changing from defensive to offensive, piercing obliquely into the shadows of swords.

Such as thunderous lightning tore through the rain curtain, chilling icy wind blowing into the flowers.

The shadow of the sword was retracted suddenly, only Yu Lu Lanshan had a flying light in his hand, and there was a clear ding, and the Nine Ya sword hit the flying light.

The two of them took advantage of the collision of swords and soldiers to break away, and resumed their original confrontation.However, it continued at the next moment——Lu Lanshan's whole aura suddenly changed, and his sword was infused with pure energy, indifferent and magnificent.

Ye Jiuya's ruthless sword intent was also cast at this moment, in the sword intent was the vastness of the world without joy or sorrow, the silence and coldness were thrilling.

So far in the way of swordsmanship, not to mention ordinary people, even immortals can't understand it.

Tianqingpao and Xuebaiyi meet again, Jiuya Feiguang misses each other again, and the two fall to the ground again.

I don't know who wins and who loses.

Lu Lanshan was still as gentle and jade-like as before: "Master Ye Jian has lived up to his reputation."

Ye Jiuya said lightly, "Mr. Lanshan, thank you very much."

"It should be me thanking Sword Master Ye." Lu Lanshan continued to lead the way.

Chen Weichen handed back the scabbard.

Ye Jiuya couldn't help seeing this man's eyes.

Something soft and gentle, utterly focused, reflecting only its own shadow.

"Master," Chen Weichen said when handing the scabbard back to Ye Jiuya's hand, his voice was rather complacent, "His realm is indeed not as high as yours."

Ye Jiuya withdrew his sword and put it back into its sheath: "Not necessarily."

The Taoist was absorbed in the moment of enlightenment and had no time to think about the outside world, so only Lu Hongyan heard the short conversation.

Cross a bridge, enter the pavilion of Biyutian, and take a seat in the main hall.

There is no beating around the bush in the immortal way, after Lu Lanshan finished his greetings, he got to the point.

"This time I invited Sword Master Ye, firstly because I admire the elegant demeanor, and secondly because I want to bring back the grand meeting of the North-South Sword Discussion." He said, "After the incident that year, the immortal way was quiet, and all sects and sects practiced behind closed doors. It has been a long-standing predicament to enter the country, only to go crazy and go crazy frequently. Only if you and I, the North and South Sword Sect, set a precedent and reproduce the situation of debating the Tao and proving the mind, can we benefit the young disciples and restore the vitality of the immortal way."

"I also have something to ask for." Ye Jiuya said slowly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Lanshan was slightly surprised.

"I want to enter the ruins."

After half a day, we have finished talking about business and we need to arrange a place to stay.

They temporarily lived in Liulitian, which was far away from Biyutian, and was close to the residence of their disciples.

There are quite a few girl disciples in the sword platform—it’s probably because of the beautiful mountains and rivers here, and all the girls are very lovely.

Chen Weichen has a good appearance and a good temper, he got acquainted with the girls in a short while, and got a [-]% welcome here.

The older senior sister Xianqi fluttered her face indifferently and calmly, and ignored these things, so all the girls who came were fifteen or sixteen years old.

——It's a pity that the girls are not here for him, but for the master he just met on the boat.

"Senior Brother Chen, what does Ye Jianzhu do on weekdays?"

Chen Weichen recalled: "Practice swords on the top of the mountain."

"anything else?"

"It doesn't seem to be there anymore."

"Master Ye Jian has never had a sweetheart?"

"This..." Chen Weichen pondered for a while, "You also know that he cultivates the way of ruthlessness—probably not."

"I heard that after Lord Ye Jian entered the Jiange as a young man, his fellow seniors ignored their practice every day and just secretly peeked at their juniors, which made the pavilion master furious. Is it true?"

Chen Weichen laughed: "I didn't know there was such a thing."

"Senior Brother Chen, go and ask!" the girls chattered.

"There are very few female disciples in Jiange, this should be fabricated by others..."

"Then, what does Master Ye like to eat and drink?"

Chen Weichen looked at these girls with curious faces, and was a little curious himself: "Like him so much?"

The girl sticks out her tongue.

Mr. Chen's eyes were crooked with a smile: "Sword practitioners should concentrate on it. Don't you care about your appearance?"

The girls immediately acted furtively as if they had been reminded of something, and even tiptoed to look at the pavilion where Biyu Tianlu and Lanshan were located, and shyly said: "We came quietly, Senior Brother Chen, please don't tell Mr. Lanshan , and don’t tell Lord Ye Jian!”

"He disciplined you very severely?"

The girl frowned, and she was at a loss for words: "It's not... Anyway..."

"Ok?"

"I can't tell..." The girl was a little frustrated.

Seeing this, Chen Weichen didn't ask any more questions. When he asked about the scenery on the fairy island, the girls became lively again.

As soon as Wen Hui entered the door, he saw his young master holding a painted fan, talking to the girls in green shirts and tulle sleeves.

After all, these young female disciples were afraid of being noticed by Mr. Lanshan, and after playing around for a while, they dispersed like clouds.

Chen Weichen closed his eyes and smiled faintly, and walked out of the window. He was placed in a pavilion in the south of the island. Looking down, he could see a large expanse of pink, jade and white Qionglin, with a lotus pond in the center, and a flowing stream on the green grass in the distance. There are pebbles in the stream, on which white cranes live.

Feather-like petals are falling in the forest, and there is the sound of empty piano, which has been ringing all day long.

It was the female disciple in Tsing Yi who was stroking the qin, her eyes were slightly lowered, and her expression was extremely quiet.

There are stone tables and stone benches under the trees by the stream. There are two people playing chess.

It was quiet, like the calm air between Lu Lanshan's eyebrows, too quiet, like a pool of stagnant water.

His eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Did you see those girls just now?" He said.

"I see." Wen Hui replied obediently.

"It's very lively—after just a few years, it has become like this. Even though cultivators eat people," Chen Weichen looked at the woman playing the piano, and tapped the handle of the fan on the window sill thoughtfully. It's too fast."