heroes without tears

The golden scales are not things in the pool, how can the wind and the cloud destroy the mind?

Three feet has gone with the past, why not Qingfeng come to the present.

"Once upon a time, your sword intent was a flying cloud."

At the bottom of the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes from meditation, raised his breath, and jumped up the vertical cliff with light work.

Leaping up to ten feet high, he began to lose strength. He gritted his teeth and pulled out another three feet. Only when he was completely exhausted did he carve a knife mark on the cliff with a knife in his hand. He grabbed the rock wall and climbed down step by step. , so back and forth.

Gu Wulei looked up at the bottom of the cliff with a Thousand Bone Umbrella, and unconsciously turned the handle of the umbrella lightly in his hand. When Shen Qingzheng looked down from the rock wall, the rain flower stones on the umbrella surface quietly flowed with five-color brilliance.

On the branches of the moon, wild wolves mooed in the distance, Gu Wulei put the man's arm on his shoulders, and helped Shen Qingzheng, who was too tired to move, into the cave step by step.

A fire was lit under the stone pot with twigs and saltpetre, and a pot of game soup was being boiled.He took a spoonful and poured it into a bowl carved with bamboo joints, and handed it to Shen Qingzheng.

Shen Qingzheng sat cross-legged, took a sip from the bamboo bowl with both hands, and let out a sigh of relief.

Gu Wulei boiled water again, knelt down beside him on the ground, taught him to straighten his legs, took off his shoes, put his feet on his knees, and used silver needles to pick up the blisters on the soles of his feet one by one.

Shen Qingzheng flinched in embarrassment, and was pressed even tighter as if he was afraid of pain, so he gave up struggling, and his eyes fell on the people around him involuntarily.

Even though the young man in crimson brocade was kneeling in the cave, he was still spotless. The orange-red flickering bonfire reflected his extremely handsome face, softening the sharp lines. His eyes were slightly lowered. Trying to be careful, Shen Qingzheng looked at it, his face turned red.

"Gu Wulei..." He propped his hands behind his back, slightly moved his buttocks, leaned forward and said to the man: "You have been refusing to say who you are, but I want to guess."

The young man in red didn't even lift his eyelids, he was concentrating on what he was doing, and only said a faint "Huh?"

"You say you look like this now, doesn't it look like..." He dragged his voice, and then turned down again, and said leisurely: "My child bride?"

The movements of Gu Wulei's hands stopped.While Shen Qingzheng was proud, a chill suddenly appeared behind his back, and before he had time to react, Gu Wulei stabbed firmly behind his ankle with a needle.

"Aw!—" Pain, pain, pain.

"The Kunlun point can relieve backache and leg pain." Gu Wulei said coolly, "You are not allowed to move around without my permission. You deserve it if you lose it."

Shen Qingzheng hugged his leg wanting to cry but without tears, the soreness was so ecstatic.

When the cock crows the next morning.

Shen Qingzheng dragged his legs, which were still sore after adjusting his breath all night, to the bottom of the cliff again.

He took a deep breath and jumped up.

******

The wall stands thousands of feet high, and the pine waves are like waves.

Winter dissolves spring, summer turns to cold.

He tapped his toes lightly, and pulled up three feet from the flat ground, as light as a feather fell on a protrusion on the rock wall, and jumped up to three feet in a flash, just like walking up, like walking on flat ground, like stepping on a cloud ladder.

A red eagle flew out of its nest on the rock wall, circled around the man, and suddenly opened its claws to grab the bun on his head. With a chuckle, he jumped to the side lightly with his toes. Turning around and chasing after him, he has already climbed straight up. The red eagle jumped into the air again, gave a clear cry and flapped its wings to catch up, and jumped up and down with the man.

He was as startled as if he was watching the wind and stepping on the green instead of a deep cliff. The wind that shuttled between the cliffs became fierce and scraped across his cheeks like a knife. But watched helplessly as the young man gradually shrank in his field of vision until he disappeared.

The unreconciled Eagle gradually receded to the bottom of the cliff, and the sun that had not been seen for many years fell on the bottom of the cliff. He raised his head and saw a red slender figure standing on the cliff in the distance.

With a little step, he broke through the dense clouds and mist, and suddenly broke out from the bottom of the cliff.

The golden sun shines down, and the spring willow sprouts new buds, gently sweeping over his healthy eyebrows, eyes and ears with the fragrance of grass and trees.

He closed his eyes with a long sword in his hand, using every inch of his body, hair and skin to feel the almost imperceptible breeze and the movement of clouds and smoke. , Riding the wind and dancing the sword.

The light and shadow at the bottom of Qianren Cliff are clear, and the light of the sword soars to the sky.

What is Sword Intent?

The vicissitudes of the wind and cloud, the change of Songhai, the movement of birds and beasts, the withering and flourishing of vegetation.If you have a sword in your heart, you can see that all things are not all things, and all things are all things.If you understand and feel deeply in your heart, there will be no trace of coming and going, and your movement and breathing will be as if there is emotion; relying on emptiness to control the wind can stir up the wind and clouds, and pitching and breathing will affect the secrets of heaven.When you use equanimity, hide your actions in me, roam freely in the world, and don't change your mind with things.

He put his sword back into its sheath and looked at the clouds floating in the sky, which turned into feathers like rocs spreading their wings.

"Are you sure?" The guest in red asked in a manly voice.

"Not enough," he said.

Not enough, not far enough.Although he regained his sword intent, it was difficult to compete with that person at this level.

That person cultivated the way of killing of the most insane and tyrant.

"Then continue to search." Gu Wulei said.

——The way to cultivate a sword is never to take it easy.You can let go of your arms, step on mountains and rivers, look at the sun and the moon, watch the audience, listen to hundreds of voices, suffer and suffer slowly, and have been tempered a lot before you can break through and stand up, and reach the realm of perfection.

******

There are thousands of miles of green peaks standing, and thousands of feet in the air.

The waterfall is like a white dragon roaring down. He sits cross-legged between the cliffs and valleys, letting the mighty torrent hit the Lingtai on his shoulders. The green mountains and cliffs stand like two swords, coiling around the invisible source several times to accumulate elite vitality. Suddenly rushed to the breach, lost momentum and ran like thunder.

With a long and clear whistle, he suddenly opened his eyes and slashed out with a sword in the middle.

The chanting of swords and chanting of dragons shook the world, breaking out like a dragon, rushing straight to the rivers and seas without fading.Huge waves surged on the surface of the water, and the man in red sat on the bluestone on the bank, and the thousand-bone umbrella unfolded to resist the splashing water droplets, so that the clothes did not stick to them.

The waves rose and died down, and the man stepped on the water and raised his sword. Looking back, a waterfall was split into two sections, divided into two strands, and flowed eastward into the vast river and sea.

"Does it work?"

"It's not enough."

In the vast desert, he pursed his dry lips, raised his hand and raised his sword.Wherever it passes, the mirage is wiped out, and the sandstorm retreats whenever it meets.

In the great cold and deep mountains, he brushed off the frost on the sword and stepped on the snow, let the cranes fly to the end of the world, leaned over the pines, and played the flute with the plum blossoms of the red-clothed guest until dawn.

All the way to the snow covered the shoulders, all the way through the spring near the flowers are not yet clear.

"Does it work?"

"It's not enough."

He once spread his palms with the gentlest force and returned the chick to its nest.

He once rode a horse for three thousand miles and cut off the head of a Jiangyang robber with his sword.

He has experienced ups and downs in the world, put lanterns in the river during the Lantern Festival, and made a thousand wishes.

He once escaped from the world and climbed a tall building, looking up at the stars, the sun, the moon and the stars against the clouds, and the twenty-eight constellations towering into the sky.

Not enough, still not enough.

What kind of way can defeat Shura's way?

What is it that can compete with "death"?

He returned to the foot of the green hill, staring at the world with a sense of loss.

It has been ten years since the battle turned to spring and autumn.He traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and tried thousands of swordsmanship in the world one by one, but he still couldn't find the strongest and purest one that belonged to him alone, Shen Qingzheng.

A hand took his sword hand.

Looking back, after ten years of wind, frost and wandering, Gu Wulei's figure has become much more transparent, the red brocade clothes are no longer bright, and that immortal handsome face has also become hazy, as if stained with the color of old poetry and painting, but He has always existed, accompanied him, and never left.

Just like a child's original heart, the years of time can stain the temples, but it can't break the whole body.

He couldn't help hugging the red dress into his arms with all his strength, and the Thousand Bone Umbrella that he opened quietly fell to the ground.

In the past ten years of the scorching heat of the world, there will always be you in red, holding an umbrella and nodding your head. When I was at my worst and most confused, you picked me up and held me in your palm. ah.

Gu Wulei raised his hand to hug him gently, and patted Shen Qingzheng's straight back: "Don't hesitate, don't look back."

He forcefully concealed the sadness in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he was still cynical as usual: "Wait for me, I will teach you the way of swordsmanship of the world's supreme being."

Gu Wulei said: "Ten years of spring and autumn, you have broken thousands of swords and tasted swordsmanship all over the world. If you want to break through, you must explore the 'way in the middle of the way' or the 'way outside the way'."

"The way of the middle way, the way of the outsider?" He murmured, lost in thought.

The author has something to say:

Guess what Gu Wulei's real identity is, even though I have hinted a lot, you still will never guess!