Chapter 973: Year 0

Heavenly Sword Gate,

It is an ancient Taoism that has been passed down for more than three thousand years.

A hundred years ago, there were occasional monks from the Tianjianmen who walked in the secular world, leaving behind various legends.

In the past hundred years, Taoism has retreated, and the footprints of high-ranking monks have almost disappeared in the city.

Gradually, some people called these legendary monks who could call wind and rain, move mountains and fill seas, "immortals".

After all, it can't be seen or touched.

now,

In the hanging mountains, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, like a paradise.

Somewhere in the Hanging Immortal Island, there is an ancient villa.

It is said that this house was built a hundred years ago by a genius monk who cultivated a golden core in just four years. .

This house has now become a forbidden area within the Heavenly Sword Sect. Except for a very small number of people who can enter, the rest of the disciples are not allowed to approach.

Inside the Heavenly Sword Gate,

Many disciples had wild imaginations about this strange house.

Some people say that this house seems to be just a private house, but there are hidden worlds inside, and it is very likely that it is a treasure house in Tianjianmen.

Some people also said that this house is said to be uninhabited, but it is very possible that there are unknown ancestors of Tianjianmen who are retreating and cultivating in it.

The younger generation of disciples have different opinions on this.

But no matter what the statement is, there is a point of view that is generally accepted by everyone.

The former owner of this house must be an amazingly talented and unparalleled person.

Look at this architectural style, look at this horizontal and vertical building structure, look at this interior layout, many disciples from the city, when they saw the exterior of this villa for the first time, they thought it was some powerful person inside the door, and directly used their magical powers , moved from the dunya.

But when they heard that this old house was built a hundred years ago, their jaws dropped in shock. This is unimaginable.

Has there been such an "avant-garde" building a hundred years ago?

later,

Someone overheard,

The former owner of this ancient house...surnamed "Lin".

...

And at this time.

A white-haired woman, in the forest courtyard, is independent with a sword, and her figure is like a fairy.

But if someone looks at it from a distance, they will find that the back of this white-haired woman reveals an unconcealable loneliness in the dust, which makes people feel pity.

The woman stood for a long time.

There was a thin layer of dew on the tips of her hair.

It seemed to be standing here all night.

Suddenly,

She moved.

She opened her eyes indifferently, holding a snow-white sword in her hand, dancing lightly above the forest house.

This is "Sword Dance".

It was a hundred years ago, on that day, the senior brother manipulated her to dance the "sword dance" in the sky.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

When the white-haired woman floated to the ground, not far away, a shadow was slightly distorted, and an unkempt old man with a messy beard on his face came out of the shadow.

I saw the old man wearing a sloppy Taoist robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a tattered umbrella behind his back.

"I've seen Brother Jian."

The white-haired woman put away her long sword and bowed to salute.

"Hey, we're so familiar, don't be too polite, Junior Sister Xiaoman." It turned out that this scruffy Taoist was actually the personable Jian Nanchun back then. He poured a big gulp of strong wine from the secular world into his mouth, and after a sip, he shouted happily.

"Xia Xiaoman is dead, Senior Brother Jian must not forget, I am Xia Ruxue." The white-haired woman raised her head, with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "...this is fate."

"It's like snow, just like snow, whatever you like, it's not bad anyway." Jian Nanchun boldly wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his dirty sleeve, and looked towards the corner of the courtyard. At the end of Jian Nanchun's eyes, there was a place There are three graves. "Lin Yi's Tomb", "Lin's Father's Tomb" and "Lin's Mother's Tomb" were engraved on the grave respectively. His eyes froze for a moment, Jian Nanchun shook his head and chuckled, "Another year has passed."

"Brother, don't drink any more, it will kill you."

Xia Ruxue sighed softly when she saw Jian Nanchun's unrestrained attitude.

"As the saying goes, you must be happy to be happy in life. Don't let fine wine be empty to the moon. Brother Lin Yi once said that wine can cure all diseases and cure thousands of worries. This is a good thing!"

As soon as Jian Nanchun finished speaking, he regretted it, because when he said that name, he clearly saw Junior Sister Xia Ruxue's calm face, and suddenly twisted it.

The two fell into an awkward silence.

"Uh, sorry, senior brother drank a little too much."

"No problem."

Xia Ruxue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her heart was as still as water.

Jian Nanchun rolled his eyes and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Junior Sister, your sword intent is becoming more and more condensed. It seems that you are not far from a breakthrough, right?"

Xia Ruxue shook her head: "The spiritual energy in the world is getting exhausted day by day, if you want to break through, it's not easy."

"But there are always talented people in the world, isn't it? Your face is not old for a hundred years, and the world calls you a 'heavenly man', unlike me, senior brother, who is getting old and not as handsome as before!" Jian Nanchun had no idea that he had no intention A few words in between touched Xia Ruxue's sore spot again.

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Ruxue looked away, suppressed the trembling sword, and said softly: "Senior brother's 'Wuhen Sword Intent', in the eyes of the junior sister, has also reached the stage of perfection. Before the senior brother speaks out, the junior sister It is almost impossible to detect the arrival of the senior brother."

...

hundred years ago.

In Yingxue Pavilion.

In the yard, Jian Nanchun sat cross-legged on the snow.

The girl was sitting under the eaves, eating roasted bait and drinking hot tea.

The young man hovered beside Jian Nanchun, full of vigor.

"You won't notice the dead leaves on a big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadows behind you, you won't notice the peeling paint on the brothel plaque, and you won't notice that it's raining heavily, converging into turbulent water droplets."

"If you want others to think you are a 'shadow', first of all, you have to become a 'shadow'."

"Suppress your emotions, calm your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget about the fact that you are a human being, and completely integrate into the surrounding environment."

...

"Following like a shadow, without a trace, I realized it too late."

For a moment, Jian Nanchun's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, to that courtyard, to that day.

Until ten years ago, when Jian Nanchun was reminiscing about the past, he finally comprehended what Junior Brother Lin Yi said back then, realized his own kung fu, and truly his own sword intent - "Wuhen".

Now,

Even Jian Nanchun's smile froze.

He had just beaten Xia Ruxue hard, and then he was beaten hard again.

The name "Lin Yi" seems to have become a scar in the hearts of the two that will never be erased.

Every time I mention it, I feel a dull pain in my chest.

Even... a hundred years later.

How long is a hundred years?

If it was Jian Nanchun in the past, he might say, a long time, a long time.

But now he felt that, in fact, it didn't take long.

At least, a hundred years of vicissitudes is not enough to make the memories fade away completely.

"Forget it, I won't say much," Jian Nanchun came back to his senses, and clapped his hands with a smile: "Today is the anniversary of my brother's death, July 7th, let's all be happy."

While talking, Jian Nanchun walked to the corner of the courtyard, where the three graves embraced each other, sprinkled strong wine, turned his back to Xia Ruxue, and said as he sprinkled: "Drink more, senior brother knows, you used to like to drink with Xia Ruxue." Senior Chen hid and drank secretly. In the past, senior brother didn't know the taste of wine, but now, he's good at it."

"By the way, Senior Chen's body is strong, and he still pretends to be an uncle in the handyman class. Many newcomers don't know the identity of Senior Chen. Do you know that every time I look at those newcomers, I treat Senior Chen as an old man? , I found it funny."

"However, my family's Bi is fat, and his body is much worse. He said that he is running out of time and wants me to be an elder. Junior brother, you know me and know that my ambition is not here. Who would like to be an elder?" Who should go, senior brother, I don’t care at all.”

"Your junior sister, you don't look old for a hundred years, but you are amazing. If you were more eye-catching back then and married junior sister Xia as your wife, you would be blessed. Old couples and young wives, but how many people can't envy such a beautiful thing."

"..."

Jian Nanchun was sitting in front of the tomb, chattering, originally, when Jian Nanchun said "Marry Junior Sister Xia as his wife", Xia Ruxue, who was listening from afar, couldn't help but want to reprimand her, but when she heard the words behind her, she The words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't reprimand him no matter what.

Because, she knows.

Jian Nanchun was crying.

...

Inside the Heavenly Sword Gate today,

The new disciples of this generation find it strange.

The elders in the sect, for some reason, came out of the mountain together.

They took the sky to ride the wind, and came to the forbidden area of ​​Jianmen that day--Lin's house.

Some people just take a look, some people stop for a while.

This house in the forbidden area, where no one visits on weekdays, is extremely lively today, and the bustle continues into the night.

until late at night,

everyone left,

A gray-haired old man, dressed in the clothes of the handyman class, sat on the roof and drank alone until dawn.

Many people don't know that a hundred years ago, there was such a person who got the waist card of Quan Elder and the honor of "Full Elder's Registered Disciple", and praised this unprecedented lifetime achievement.

...

three days later,

On the Supreme Mountain, Xia Ruxue bent down to listen to the straight mountain wall like a scabbard.

The voice of the Supreme Master came from the mountain wall.

"Three months later, Yan Fuzhou opened an altar to discuss Buddhism in Xiaoguanyin Mountain. This time, Yan Fuzhou's "Little Supreme Buddha" and "Twelve Arhats" will personally preside over the opening of the altar."

"Disciple Ruxue..." Xia Ruxue was about to refuse, but she didn't want to go out.

In fact, ever since she returned to the Heavenly Sword Gate as "Xia Ruxue" fifty years ago, she has never left the Hanging Immortal Island and has been meditating inside the gate.

"Go," the voice of the Supreme Sect Leader instantly suppressed Xia Ruxue's thought of refusing: "Although this is a grand gathering of Buddhism, the Little Supreme Buddha announced to Xuanmen that he had discovered the truth of 'spiritual energy exhaustion', please All sects of Taoism discuss important matters together. This time, it is not just a grand gathering of Buddhism, but also the three veins of Buddhism, Taoism and demons. After thousands of years, they will gather again."

"Master is worried that if our sect doesn't participate, Mo Luodian and Yan Fuzhou may discuss something unexpected."

"This time, you will take the place of me and participate in this Buddha-spreading conference as the 'head of the sect'. When the time comes, you don't want to damage the demeanor of the sect."

Xia Ruxue was silent for a moment.

Although there is helplessness in her heart, the head master is kind to her.

then,

Xia Ruxue raised her head with a calm expression.

"Yes, Master, Ruxue understands. This disciple will live up to his trust."