The Secret Daily of Sword Spirit

I heard from my master that the head teacher might not last long, so I always wanted to take this opportunity to see him again.

During this extraordinary period, the head teacher hopes that everything will be kept simple during the succession ceremony, and it will be held the next day, so I am afraid that after tonight, it will be difficult to sneak into the Palace of No Desires.So after I came out of Zhaohua Palace, even though my body was sore after being beaten by my master, I quietly flew into Wuyu Palace, and entered that magnificent and elegant palace through the window.

The bedroom was quiet and quiet, and the crane-billed palace lantern was burning with dim candlelight, occasionally trembling with the wind sneaking in from nowhere.A figure sleeping on the big bed can be vaguely seen in the cloud-pattern gauze.There was a certain kind of gloomy and solidified death in the air, which made my muscles and bones feel cold even after seeing a lot of bloody swords.

A ray of sword light came silently in the air, I dodged sideways, but saw the sword spirit of bitter plum standing in front of the teacher.

When he saw me, he frowned slightly, "Why are you still so naughty, what time is this, why are you running around in the middle of the night!" I smiled apologetically, "I just came to see your master, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future... ..."

I realized that I had said the wrong thing, so I shut up quickly.But Kumei can also guess what I want to say, lowering his eyebrows, it is difficult to hide the deep sadness on his face.

He turned slightly, "Go ahead, don't talk for too long, the master needs to rest."

The teacher's whole body was covered tightly with a thick quilt, his white hair was scattered on the pillow, his ruddy face, though old, now only had vertical and horizontal wrinkles and a weak breath. I knelt down in front of his bed, and he unexpectedly Did not notice.

I still remember that when my master just brought me back to Shushan more than 60 years ago, the previous head teacher, that is, the master who was waiting for the immortal master, was very angry.I don't know why he hates me very much. He once forced my master to send me back to Beiming Sea, and even gave an ultimatum, either to send me away or to be expelled from Shushan.The master was like a stubborn bull at that time, he actually came back to pack his bags and wanted to take me to wander around the world. It was the head teacher who ran to the head teacher to plead for mercy, and I was reluctantly accepted in the end.

I have a naughty personality and like to cause trouble. He is often slapped and stared at by me, but he has never punished me. At most, he will complain to his master.He is an dignified teacher, but he has no airs at all, and takes good care of his juniors and disciples like a loving father.I didn't say anything, but I always admired him very much.

This old and thin body has shouldered the heavy responsibilities of the world for so many years, and now he can finally rest.This might not be a bad thing...

"Crow Nine..."

When I was in a daze, the head teacher woke up slowly.The eyes that were no longer clear and hale and hearty seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

I lay down beside his bed and whispered, "Teacher, I'm here to see you."

"Hmm... your master, are you okay?"

"Master is fine, you can rest assured to recuperate!"

The white beard moved, and he smiled silently, "This is not a disease, it's a calamity. Even if it's an immortal in the Formless Realm, when the time comes, he still has to go."

My chest was stuffy and my nose felt sour, but I couldn't cry in front of the head teacher.

The head teacher pulled out his hand from the quilt, and patted my arm lightly, as if to comfort me, "Yaojiu, you have been in Shushan for more than 60 years, right?"

I pursed my lips and nodded.

The head teacher had a strange expression at that moment. He turned his head and looked at me carefully, as if he knew me but didn't know me.He pulled me hard but persistently, and said word by word, "Yujiu, from now on, listen to the master's words carefully, and stop messing around. Once Wenxiu takes the position of head teacher, he will take the burden of China, but I can no longer protect you like before..."

I guess he was referring to my killing of Taoist Tianliang.Everything is over, and it's not good to argue at this time, I have no other choice but to nod.

The head teacher nodded reassuringly, and waved his hands outward, as if exhausted, "Go..."

I stood up and took a few steps back, but I seemed to hear him whisper, "One day if... I hope you don't hate me..."

I groaned and turned to look at him, but he had closed his eyes and was breathing deeply, as if he had fallen asleep.

Am I hallucinating?

Walking outside, I saw Kumei leaning against the window with her body in her arms, looking like a melancholy and beautiful boy from inside to outside.I then asked him what his plans were after the headmaster left.

He said that he would probably find a quiet place to sleep and wait for the next owner.

This bitter plum sword doesn't show up much on weekdays, and the friendship between the two of us is just average.But as a sword spirit, I know how uncomfortable he is.But what can I do? Sooner or later, I will face the day of parting.

This side is indeed the last side between me and the head teacher.

When the red sun was rising the next day, all the disciples of Shushan gathered on the viewing platform of Lingxiao Peak.The three huge high doors of the majestic Sanqing Hall in front of them were opened, and the three great gods standing in the sky looked down majestically on the group of disciples and the red dust rolling in the distance.

The sound of chime bells and silk bamboo sounded, faintly sounding like an immemorial sound.The master is dressed in a costume of thousands of cranes and a crown of silver jewels on his head. He holds me in his hand and walks up slowly on the white marble steps, with a gorgeous and dignified posture.The golden sunlight all over the sky seemed to gather on him alone, so dazzling that even I didn't dare to look directly at him.

However, this was supposed to be the grandest ceremony in Shushan, but it was a bit too deserted at the moment.Not only were there no representatives from other sects who came to watch the ceremony, even among the four elders who were supposed to be present, there was only Reverend Langya standing in front of him sick, holding the mantle of the head teacher in his hand.

The master stepped into the hall, kowtowed three times to the three heavenly emperors Yuqing, Taiqing and Shangqing respectively, and offered three sticks of incense.Then he went back outside the hall again, lifted his robe, and knelt down in front of Daoist Langya.Master Langya recited the Ten Commandments of the Headmaster, and then put the gold plate containing the Xuanwu Token and the Seal of the Headmaster's Ring into the master's raised hands.

The Xuanwu Token coveted by the whole of China is actually just a black token made of obsidian.In the center of the token is engraved a golden figure of a turtle and a snake intertwined.This token is like the imperial jade seal in the hands of the emperor, it is a sacred thing in charge of the entire cultivation world.I finally saw it up close today, but I was a little disappointed.

Just for such an ugly thing, Mao Shan and a group of sects are willing to break their promises and throw Shu Shan to the strong enemy of Jiuli.Then if I go to the mountain to dig a few more stones, carve them into the same shape, so that they can't tell the truth from the fake, and then distribute them one by one, will everyone be able to enjoy themselves in the future and stop tearing each other?

The master dragged the gold plate, turned around slowly, his slender eyes slowly swept across the mighty thousands of disciples on the viewing platform.

Everyone was quiet, waiting for the trust and instruction.However, the master was silent for a while, and just said, "I know that everyone is very scared at this time, and they don't have the heart to listen to what I have to say. Therefore, I don't say much. The attack on Jiuli may be just the beginning. Shushan The catastrophes that are about to be faced will follow one after another. If anyone feels scared, disappointed, and wants to go home, they can go to the security room to collect ten taels of silver and go down the mountain to go home. This seat will never blame and stop."

The voice fell, and the master waited quietly.The disciples below looked at each other, and after a while, there were whispers.

Then, there was the first person to leave.

The first person was like the first thread on an old garment. After a little pull, the second and third appeared... In the end, it was bustling with nearly 1000 people.Guisheng, Lantian, Duan Yaxu, and the three of them all looked aggrieved and angry, and even Daoist Langya looked at him with a bit of chilling expression.

But the master is still very calm, as if the departure of those people is insignificant to him.

After the 1000 people left, gradually no one moved around, and the master spoke again.

"For those who chose to stay, Ji Xuan would like to thank everyone for their trust and perseverance." After the master finished speaking, he temporarily handed over the gold plate to Master Langya, and then knelt down to the disciples and saluted respectfully.

Originally, I thought the master would say some more inspirational words, but it didn't... After the master saluted, he ordered everyone to disperse...

Everyone seems to be a little confused.

According to the rules, after the succession ceremony, the new headmaster and the previous headmaster should enter the Palace of No Desire alone, and listen to the old headmaster's final admonition.And according to what the Demon Emperor said, this is to convey the secret about Bai Ze's resurrection that Lihen Tianfo told him back then.But at this moment, the head teacher can no longer get up, so the admonition is carried out in the dormitory.

To be honest, I was very curious about this secret, but unfortunately, even our sword spirits couldn't hear it. The master put me on the table outside the bedroom and went in by himself.

I got out of the main body, sat face to face with Kumei and didn't have anything to say, so I grabbed an orange and ate it.Kumei looked very anxious, raising her head to stare at the door from time to time, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a few noises from inside, and then the master's voice, "This is impossible!"

I suddenly stood up and listened with pricked ears.

What's wrong?

The teacher seems to have said something again, the master's voice has completely lost his composure, "No...you lied to me..."

Then, there was no more sound.

Kumei and I looked at each other in panic, then we both opened the door and rushed in.

The master knelt a few steps away from the teacher's bed, motionless like a sculpture.And Kumei rushed straight to the head teacher's bed, and then also froze.

I ran forward, but saw that the head teacher's eyes were half opened, but his pupils were already slack, and he was already immortal.

Kumei seemed to be trying to control herself, but the tears continued to flow down.I turned to look at the master, but he didn't seem to sense that Kumei and I had come in. He just stared at the ground blankly.

I knelt opposite him and grabbed his shoulders and shook, "Master, what's the matter?"

The master shook his whole body and slowly raised his head.Those eyes were empty, and they wandered for a while before focusing on my face.He stared at me obsessively, as if seeing me for the first time.

Why, do I feel a little scared?

But he withdrew his gaze and moved his body, as if intending to stand up.But he staggered and almost fell down again.

what happened to him?Is it because the head teacher passed away and was overly sad?

But didn't he already know that the head teacher was dying, or... the secret that the head teacher told him made him so distraught?

He didn't call me, and didn't look at me again, he walked out slowly by himself.The wind stirred his robe, as if it was about to be blown away at any moment.For a moment, I seemed to see something flickering on his wrist.