[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

After summer, the only ones who went to Chunyang Palace were Jiang Yan and his master. The two stayed in the county town at the foot of the mountain for a few days, and then slowly walked up the mountain road.

Jiang Yan only looked around when he first came, and then he stayed quietly in the guest room. When he was busy during the day, he stopped to accompany the master and do the things he ordered, and he did not see any unauthorized actions all day long.

Mu Chenfeng has been in the soul market for a long time, and he can't help being mentally exhausted. Even the spirit body in meditation is also tired. There is no other place to go in the illusion shown by Jiang Yan. Only the Wanhua boy in front of him is leisurely setting up the chess record in the guest room.There were few figures and shadows of lights, so he had to look down at the intricate chessboard, and saw his slender and well-boned fingers pick up sunspots and drop them, and suddenly there was thunder outside the door.

It was raining heavily, and Jiang Yan listened to the rain, so he put away the chess pieces, held up a paper umbrella, and went out alone with a lonely lamp. After several detours, he went to the back mountain with ease.

In summer, there is no snow on the lower part of the mountain, but it is slippery and difficult to walk. Mu Chenfeng followed closely. By the dim light of a lonely lamp, he saw him climb up the chain and find the way to the wooden house along the spells spread all the way. , he felt the tremor in his heart no less than the roar of thunder.

Jiang Yan put down the lamp and knocked on the door, and the lantern in his hand was doused by the rain as soon as it fell to the ground. Under the bleak and hazy moonlight, the knock on the door could only be heard "whooping" along with the wind and rain.

"...Is anyone there?" Jiang Yan leaned close to the door to listen to the movement, then reached into his arms and stuffed the warm paper bag into the crack of the door, and said to the person inside, "Walnut cake."

Mu Chenfeng trembled all over, staring dumbfounded at Jiang Yan's hand being held by his young self inside the door, and then came a low voice:

"Jiang... Yuhan."

Jiang Yan outside the door smiled, then put down the paper umbrella and held it back with the other hand: "Yes."

"Wait for me to go out...thank you very much."

"Need not."

Mu Chenfeng saw Jiang Yan shaking his head in the rain, his long wet hair was dripping down his shoulders, but his gentle and bright smile remained undiminished, and gradually blurred in his vision.He wanted to pick up the umbrella for him, but his outstretched hand went through the handle of the umbrella and reached into nothingness.

"I'm leaving, goodbye."

The thunder struck the ground, trembling the mountains and forests. Mu Chenfeng held down the spirit body and was obviously shocked. Then he went to see Jiang Yan, only to see that he read the seal on the door several times, and then thoughtfully Withdrawing his hand, he took the extinguished lamp and left.

How could it be Jiang Yan, it happened to be Jiang Yan, it was actually Jiang Yan...

Even though the claustrophobic years are unbearable, he still clearly remembers this scene - this rainy night when he couldn't see who was coming, but he always mistook it as Jiang Yuhan. The cake with body temperature and cold hands mixed with rainwater were his. A rare warm memory other than Master.

Mu Chenfeng stood there blankly, not knowing if he wanted to catch up with Jiang Yan's hasty pace, or take another look at himself holding the pastry to rejoice, he felt icy cold all over his body even though he couldn't get in the rain, and every sound of thunder seemed to hit the tip of his heart , Let something persistent crack.

The illusion was blurred for a while, and the sound of thunder faded away. Even though he didn't want to look at it any more, and almost left the Soul Market with difficulty, Jiang Yan has readily turned over the page, showing a particularly refreshing Huashan after the storm.

Jiang Yan paid attention to the seal on the wooden house on a thunderstorm night, so he inquired about the wooden house intentionally or unintentionally.It's a pity that Chunyang Palace is huge and has thousands of disciples, so few people know about the child's confinement, but some disciples under Yuxu's sect kept silent, and finally reported the name of Master Mu Chenfeng.

Wanhua boy let it go after hearing it, and press the button not to mention it again.Mu Chenfeng followed his steps in and out as usual, but couldn't see any thoughts from his calm expression.

On the day of the farewell, the master was in the Tai Chi Hall, so Master Wan Hua brought him to visit according to the etiquette.It was already late in the day, and there were only a few people in the hall. Mu Chenfeng recognized his young and energetic master in the hall at a glance, regardless of whether it was a mirage or if others could not see him, he hurried forward to worship him.

The polite words were originally angelic, but Jiang Yan unexpectedly bowed to the head of the sect, and said slowly in front of a group of Taoist priests: "I have heard that Chunyang Palace is a place for cultivating immortals. Please follow the way of heaven and the law of Taoism." Naturally, you forced a disciple to be imprisoned in the magic circle for several months, I don’t know why?” He raised his head to take a panoramic view of the astonished faces, finally looked at a sullen Taoist priest, and bent over Goodbye again, "Even if he is at fault, please remember that he is young and deal with it leniently."

Lang Lang's voice echoed in the hall, causing an uproar in an instant. Mu Chenfeng watched him bow to his master, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Yan'er, don't be rude!" Master Wan Hua hurriedly stopped him.

"Disciple Wanhua, don't want to talk nonsense." The Taoist leader who was watched flicked his sleeves, and hurriedly told the headmaster in an excuse, "That disciple is tainted with Yin evil, and it is very easy to hurt people. You need to wait for the hostility to fade before you can go out."

"He is only four or five years old, and he will probably die long ago when the hostility fades away." Jiang Yan replied solemnly, and then raised his head with provocative eyes, "It is still the Taoist priest who thinks that such an inconspicuous child should die." It doesn't matter anymore?"

The Taoist priest was just surprised, but at this moment his face was slightly startled, he cupped his fists at the headmaster, lowered his head and didn't know how to answer.

The joy of the reunion was still there, Mu Chenfeng was shocked by this change and Tu Sheng was terrified, and seeing Jiang Yan's calm and sharp words, he couldn't help shaking his hands into fists slightly.

"Yan'er, get back!" Master Wan Hua yelled, pulling Jiang Yan behind him, and before he could speak again, Li Wangsheng's whisk was raised with a smile.

"It's okay, if this happened, it was due to the negligence of the poor." Li Wangsheng shook off the dust, stroked his beard again, and smiled kindly at Jiang Yan, "It's better to ask the young man to stay and be a witness. "

"Thank you, Sect Leader, my disciple is rude, please forgive me Sect Leader." Jiang Yan bowed to him respectfully.

"Haha, it's a blessing for the martial arts world to have this young hero under Wanhua Xingyi's sect say so frankly." Li Wangsheng recalled it, then went to look at his own apprentice who was unable to advance or retreat, and said seriously, "Is this really the case?"

Mu Chenfeng's master was tongue-tied, and immediately wondered: "Master, he is young and the yin evil that he contracted is so strong that it's hard to get rid of his hostility. I'm afraid that it will hurt my dear ones in the future!"

"You were worried about this." Li Wangsheng heard the overtones, looked at his distressed expression, shook his head and sighed, "Disaster is where blessings rest, and blessings are where disasters lie. Blessings are disasters, how do you know what to do?" According to? Know it very well?"

The Taoist priest's face turned pale and white in an instant, he gritted his teeth and replied: "It's not right."

Seeing his benefactor bowing his head and lamenting, shaking his head helplessly, Mu Chenfeng felt his eyelids twitch, and his whole body froze. The rock in his heart that had been split by the thunder seemed to be about to shatter, and the sound of collapse overwhelmed him. Words of conversation in the temple.

However, the illusion is an illusion after all, even if Mu Chenfeng dared not to see it or hear it clearly, he had to "follow" Jiang Yan and several Chunyang masters, masters and brothers to the back mountain.

Looking into the whole story, this trap was not used to deal with people, and Xiao Chunyang was thrown in again because of his disciple's advice and master's instruction, just imitating the first unauthorized punishment.Lingxu Zizhai was kind-hearted, not only released him, but also ordered the formation here to be destroyed and discarded, and promised to seal his spiritual sense to kill the evil spirits.

When he was carried out by Jiang Yan, the young Mu Chenfeng was half asleep, holding oiled paper in his hand, pastry crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth, and curled up in a miserable state, not much better than Jiang Yuhan at that time. Embrace and drill into people's arms.

Mu Chenfeng stood very far away holding the wooden sword, and could only vaguely see Jiang Yan's gratified expression. After listening to the master's request to be punished, he shirked with the other masters, and looked at the scene between his young self and the stranger. Suddenly I don't know where I am.As if it just happened last night, as if the sweetness of the past was momentarily bitter, rumbling in my ears I don’t know what is collapsing, I don’t know what is the turbulent emotion, everywhere I see is falling apart.

Xiao Chunyang woke up quickly after being taken care of, Jiang Yan was left behind by the head of the sect, but it was inconvenient to intervene. He always stood quietly on the periphery of the crowd to watch the movement, and then turned around with a sigh.

Mu Chenfeng really wanted to stop him and question him, asking him if what he saw was an illusion, whether he had done a fake, told a lie, how could he turn black and white and make his master suffer such a great injustice.But when I looked back and saw how I was when I was a child, seeing Lingxuzi put a seal on his forehead, listening to him entrusting himself to use the seal to control hostility, stay away from the power of yin and yang, let him concentrate on practicing under the head of the sect, everything It's the same as in memory.

He originally thought that the hesitation and confusion at this time were extreme, but in the cold summer rain again, he heard the brothers under the master's school talking under the eaves:

"Master asked him to meditate, do you think he can be calm?"

"Who knows. Lingxuzi is kind-hearted. Seeing that he was young, he didn't use heavy hands to seal him to death. The hostility he was contaminated with will come back sooner or later."

"If he is very skilled in the future, what should he do?"

"This... I can't say..."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Master said, there are many sealed fierce swords in our Chunyang Palace. The fierce and evil are a natural pair. If you use the fierce to suppress the evil, you will restrain your anger after a long time. It's just that one will grow and the other will grow, and there may not be problems in the future. ..."

"Is there really such a thing?"

"I... I've heard the master and the brother talk about it, but it's not conclusive yet..."

When the two whispered, Mu Chenfeng's whole body stiffened as if his blood stagnated when he heard it, and his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.He grabbed the heart of the Taoist robe violently, pressed the heartache that should not be felt in Hunxu, looked around him, and really saw Jiang Yan's figure at the end of the eaves.

"Jiang Yan, that's enough!" He staggered towards him who was still a boy.

Wan Hua frowned and thought deeply, she didn't respond to him who was holding the mahogany sword, and then she wanted to step forward, but was suddenly stopped by someone patting her shoulder, she looked back and said displeasedly: "Why did Master stop me?"

"Why stop you? Do you really think that you did the right thing by charging against the sect master?!" Master Wan Hua looked very angry, and pressed his palm with full internal force to hold him firmly to death, and dragged him to the hall to reprimand , "You know that the second half of the question asked by the head is 'the sage is square but not cut, honest but not rough, straight but not sloppy, bright but not shining.' You can't do one or two, how can you do it again?" Disrespect?"

"Teacher only knows how to act like a layout, just hit the point, and doesn't think too much about right and wrong, good and evil." Jiang Yan looked at him and spoke bluntly.

After Master Wan Hua was stunned for a moment, he gritted his teeth and sighed: "Things in the world are complicated and people's hearts are changeable. It is far more difficult to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes than to manipulate the cold son in the plate. If you don't have a heart of reverence for the world, it will lead to disaster sooner or later!"

Listening to the conversation between the master and the apprentice, Mu Chenfeng was already in a panic to find a way to get out of the soul ruins. He remembered the mantra taught by Shang Dao and Jiang Yan's words that once made him calm down, and immediately forced himself to calm down and perceive the world.

"What does the master want the disciple to do?"

"Today, I will go back to the valley with me, and I will be fined to kneel for three days and copy the scriptures. From now on, I will not be allowed to step out of the Xingyi chess hall."

"……Yes."

The last phantom Mu Chenfeng saw was Jiang Yan's reluctant but respectful face, and then he took a deep breath and came out of his soul, and then opened his eyes to see the scene before meditation.

Huangliang had a dream for several years, and the sun was slightly westward at noon.Su Yue and Yan Guiling were talking happily outside the house, while Jiang Yan was still sitting silently with his eyes closed, the only warmth coming from the burning charcoal stove in the Shang residence surrounded by deep snow.

Mu Chenfeng stood up with a pale face and cold sweat on his temples, walked straight to Jiang Yan in two or three steps, dropped the mahogany sword and pulled out the hilt behind him.

"Ah, what are you going to do? Put it down!" Shang Shuiyun felt drowsy after noon, and when he saw the situation, he immediately jumped up from the chair to stop him, and persuaded him with trepidation, "No matter what you see or hear, it doesn't matter. Another sword strike!"

The sword blade was out of the sheath, but only an inch or so remained, and the frosty white sword body was as dark as gray, and Mu Chenfeng held it tremblingly in his hand and pointed it in front of Jiang Yan, showing no deterrence.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Shang... the ghost of the Soul Market, can you play tricks?!" He opened his mouth in grief, and actually asked this sentence.

When Shang Shuiyun saw Broken Sword, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately denied it: "There must be lies, otherwise how can it be called 'nonsense'? But you have brought my mahogany sword, which is painted with cinnabar. Amulets, whoever you point at them will be honest. Even if one hundred people are powerful when they are alive, and ten thousand people are unwilling after death, they will obediently obey the orders of the incantations and will never lie."

Hearing that he said "wouldn't" rather than "dare not" or "won't", with a firm tone, Mu Chenfeng's luck gradually disintegrated, revealing the bloody truth.

After Shang Shuiyun finished explaining, he glanced at the broken sword and said, "Oh... I said, Junior Brother Mu, is this sword yours?"

Mu Chenfeng was still in shock when he came back from the soul market, he gasped for a long time, and then he came back to him: "It was given to me by the master of Chunyang Palace."

"Hey, what a pity." Shang Shuiyun immediately frowned and lamented when he heard this, and kept shaking his head, "I saw it back then, and it was kept together with the fierce sword 'Chixiaohonglian' that Gaozu used to slay white snakes."

Mu Chenfeng suddenly felt sorry for Shang Shuiyun, his white knuckles gradually opened and the hilt of the sword fell loosely to the ground.

"It's a pity. If it was unsealed when it was intact, it would be a sharp weapon that would be brilliant. Now that the sword body is destroyed, it is nothing more than ordinary." Shang Shuiyun picked it up for him, looked at the broken sword and stuffed it back into him. In his hand, "I just don't know who you fought with before this sword was destroyed? It is not easy to break the Lord Devouring Sword that is about to give birth to a sword spirit."

Mu Chenfeng stood there with cold hands and feet, listening to Shang Shuiyun's understatement and muttering, he almost realized that his sword was a murderer, and it matched the illusion. The foundations of belief and thought crumbled to the rubble.

All along, his master taught him the Qizong swordsmanship and ordered him to be quiet and free from other distractions. He always thought that he was a mentor who treated him well.He is estranged from others and lives alone in the cold. He is devoted to helping justice, but he just follows the path pointed out by his master, thinking that this is the "Tao" in his life, and that this life will be fulfilled even if he dies in a martyrdom.

For so many years, he never doubted or denied, he didn't know how to resolve the common people's greed, hatred and ignorance, and he didn't know how to face the feelings of disciples, sorrow and fear, all submerged under the meditation mantra.Yuxu's name is intended to seek the truth and ask questions. He walked calmly, but looking back, he couldn't find the "truth" and asked about the "Tao".

Everything is false, even the warmth he thought was an illusion.

And Jiang Yan...

He looked at Jiang Yan again in a daze. The latter looked solemn and breathless, and his closed eyelashes did not move at all.

The author has something to say: Congratulations, master, for jumping backwards. I respect you as a warrior if you haven’t fainted from true and false questions.

The Daoist Sanguan collapsed, and the next chapter will continue after the intermission of the film

Jiang Yan didn't say what he did because of his temper, he was not wronged, forcing him to show a movie was worse than killing him

The memory chapter is just a memory chapter, the favorability is already there and there is no need to brush it again, both parties just need to be brave enough to recognize the facts

Since then, the plot has continued to rise, and the end of volume [-] is the darkest trough