Chapter 6: Mei Ziyu ceases to be famous, and returns home after planting grains without losing her life or death.
"What?!"
At that moment, the drunken and horrified exclamations in the wind spread throughout the five regions of the mainland:
"Love swordsmanship, the third realm, the immortal sword?!"
"Gu Lao used the seven second realms to merge, from entering the world to being born, and forcibly launched the Immortal Sword..."
"Does he want to be called a god and ancestor at this moment and become the sword god of the new era?!"
The explosive tone and terrifying content suddenly aroused the thoughts and eyeballs of all the spectators in front of the preaching mirror.
In front of the sword burial mound, Gu Qing Er, San Si, and even a group of ancient sword cultivators and spiritual sword cultivators who were seeking enlightenment were full of fear and shock.
"this?"
Compared with other places where the atmosphere of ancient kendo is not strong, almost everyone here has a common basic understanding:
The way of the sword god Gulou Ying is to practice the other eight sword arts first, and then use the love sword technique to become a god and proclaim his ancestor.
It is true that what Gu Yu cultivated was also the orthodox path of the Sword God, the same path as Rao Yaoyao.
During the week of the battlefield, apart from Liu Fuyu, he was probably the only one with the purest Tao, not even the people of Meisi could compare with him.
But there is a reason why the sword god can be called a god and ancestor!
In order for the Immortal Sword to open the mysterious door and attract the opportunity of the ancestors and gods, the prerequisite for everyone to know is that your other eight sword skills must be perfected!
So……
What is perfection?
It's very simple. You have to have at least Huan Jiuwan, Mo Wuxin, the eight second realms in Ghost Hidden Love, and have all the proficiency and understanding to reach the level of Mei Si Ren Prajna... or above!
Can Guyu do it?
He can't do it!
The number of mystical formations he had summoned at this moment seemed exaggerated, but compared with the real threshold for sacrificing the Immortal Sword, it was still one short.
——At the second level of ghost swordsmanship, Gu Yu couldn’t even summon the Lord of Fengdu’s secret formation!
And even if he could summon it...
Observe the varying degrees of brightness and darkness of the secret formations within the Meizi Yutianjie range, then compare them with Shouye's, and then learn from Zhong Yuanzi's Dao Diagram Theory.
It can be easily seen that even the most powerful Nine Swordsmanship, Guyu cannot reach the state of "perfection", and may even be inferior to Meisi people's Prajna Wu.
As for Wu Jian Shu, Mo Jian Shu, etc., he only had a first glimpse of the door, and it was clear that he had just realized the second realm not long ago.
One of the eight is missing, and the other seven are each deficient in the second realm, just like a wooden barrel with boards of varying lengths and a piece missing in the middle.
How could it sacrifice the Immortal Sword and salvage the opportunity to become a god and ancestor from the Mysterious Gate?
This is courting death!
"Mr. Gu's move..."
In the Fengjia City in the Southern Territory, most of the people in front of the first viewing platform had red eyes.
Of course they can also see that this is asking for death, so is Mr. Gu just a fool and can't see anything?
No!
He went crazy.
His Word died once.
He knew that he might not be able to make even half a step forward in the future, so instead of returning to his hometown, he would continue to live a bleak life.
How about simply sacrificing yourself, letting the world witness the true "mystery" of the Immortal Sword, and becoming the "master of one sword" for everyone in the five realms!
"I wonder how many people in this vast world, where swordsmen and immortals all admire each other and look down on each other, have the courage to open the mysterious door of the Immortal Sword?"
The eyes of the eight acquaintances were full of admiration.
After watching children fight for so long, maybe there are some tricks in them that can be refreshing, but it doesn't help.
Now, when the Immortal Sword comes out, although the result will definitely make people sigh, he finally sees some merits.
"The Immortal Sword..." Gou Wuyue stared intently, refusing to let go of any detail.
Bazun glanced at him knowingly, "When will your way reach this point?"
Gou Wuyue made no response.
Dao Qiongcang glanced to the left, then to the right, and finally narrowed his eyes.
Xuanmiaomen, anointing gods and ancestors...
That will definitely involve more than nine out of ten Tao, and it will also involve the "super-Tao" he just mentioned...
This is forced to open!
Calculate it, who else can do it without force?
Dao Qiongcang glanced at the eight masters beside him without leaving any trace, and sighed that he didn't have much talent in swordsmanship, so it was difficult to see the true secret.
His attention quickly returned to the battle scene in his hand, and he suppressed an expression that sounded like he was constipated.
"coming……"
"What?" Wei Feng didn't hear clearly.
"The feeling is coming..."
"What does it feel like?"
"Zong! Master! Sword! Intent!"
…
"Pattering..."
Plum rain falls and time becomes muddy.
The seven mysteries quickly merged, causing the avenues to converge, forming a chaotic mist high in the sky.
The heaven and earth shook, and a huge, ancient and ancient "door" opened up in the mist!
That door is formless, colorless, and has no appearance, and it seems that it cannot be named after this.
In the eyes of different people, it may be round or square, present or absent.
Some saw colorful lights, while others could only see chaos and darkness.
Around it evolved the mysterious and extraordinary sound of the great avenue, every word of which is written in exquisite detail.
When it falls into the ears of everyone, it is as if something is felt; it is also like quicksand piercing the soul, and there is no way to get it.
Light!
Penetrate from the opposite side of the door.
The chaotic mist is given color and shape, and is sprinkled under the coverage of plum rain.
Soon, a void and pious figure was reflected in the void.
He opened his hands wide and raised his head, as if he wanted to endure the pain of opening his eyes to the sun, but he dared to stare at the mysterious door that slowly opened towards him.
"Pilgrims!"
"No, the first swordsman!"
At this moment, the world attracted attention, and Xu Xiaoshou was moved by it.
He finally understood why Mr. Siren had persuaded him before, but in the end he still allowed Mr. Gu to be free without any unnecessary obstruction.
So beautiful!
Who wouldn’t be tempted by the way of transcendence?
But just like Gu Yu’s past contradictory choices, this is another road of failure and destruction!
With such an incomplete foundation of the Great Dao, how could Gu Yu survive by forcefully opening the mysterious door of the Immortal Sword?
Think about it from another angle...
Who can stop the fireworks?
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could only appreciate and comprehend.
All the ancient sword cultivators and even the spirit refiners present who could be seen through "Perception" were all touched.
The Meisi man covered his face with a fan and stared blankly. On the fan was a picture of a school, two withered trees, and a lonely figure on a futon.
The light shines on the paper fan, like the fragrance of peaches and plums.
Tears raised his head slightly, his expression was slightly dazed, and the wand in his hand was buzzing, indicating that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
The light fell on the black cloth that covered his eyes, decorating his eyes in a new world.
Liu Fuyu's red lips parted, and she also stared at the mysterious door that opened at the top of the sword tower.
She saw a figure with an unclear face coming out of the door. With a slight wave of her sword, she sprinkled the divine light of the five realms and lowered the path named "Sword".
With a sudden awakening, Liu Fuyu returned from the "Xuanmiao" in the Xuanmiao Gate and realized that everyone around him was immersed in it.
"road……"
Tao is invisible and intangible.
Tao can be passed down.
Coming from the Sword Tower, Liu Fuyu never looked down upon the world's ancient sword cultivators after he entered the world.
The sword guard of the previous generation told her that the sword guard of the sword tower would always guard only the "sword" and not the "Tao".
The Tao is not locked in the building, the Tao is in the world.
The era of ancient sword cultivators has long passed. If it can still be passed down in the spirit refining era, the sword tower only serves as a guiding coordinate function like the North Star.
Those who truly name "Tao" to the unnamed and Tao to the inexplicable are the people in the world!
Among them, there must be eight people who are astonishingly talented and beautiful as Shu, who combine the strengths of each family to lead the way and be unparalleled in their elegance;
There is also a need for people like Meisi people who are backward tolerant, to preach and teach, to promote the style of hundreds of schools of thought, and to encourage people in the world to survive in their humble beginnings;
There are also people like Xiao Kongtong, Beibei, Feng Zhongzui and others who are the mainstays of the middle and new generations, who stick to their own way and bring forth the new;
Of course, in the end, we came to the conclusion that Mr. Guyu was like this, a person who burned his ego and turned his torch into ashes, just to prove the direction.
Everyone plays an indispensable role in the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship, whether they know it or not.
It was this small group of people who forged ahead and shouldered the torrent of the Spiritual Refining Era.
And what is given back to them is only a meager amount, a tiny bit of hope that can be seen...
name!
…
Under the gate of mystery, the secret of the great road is born.
Guyu turned around clearly. He seemed to have been abandoned by the heavens. His clothes and skin were disappearing bit by bit. He was like light and dust in a literal sense.
What is he clearly talking about!
In the battlefield, opposite the preaching mirror, everyone looked forward eagerly and put their ears closer, trying to get some.
Guyu was clearly talking about something, but no one could hear the words coming out of his mouth or understand what he wanted to express.
Road to Road, very Avenue.
It's famous, but it's very famous.
Xu Xiaoshou even tried to understand what Mr. Gu said and what he meant through lip reading, and finally realized that he was in trouble.
Perhaps this moment is indeed the moment when Guyu is closest to the true meaning of the Great Dao, the moment closest to becoming a god and proclaiming his ancestor, but this is his opportunity.
Even if he wanted to stay and do something, his original intention was to enlighten the world for the sake of the world.
But when it comes to that level, even the Holy Emperor will be forgotten by the world. How can he leave any traces of what he has obtained?
Everyone saw that Gu Yu's eyes and expression were full of anxiety. He even moved his hands, gesticulating something in front of the preaching mirror.
Bathed in the divine light and carrying the Mysterious Gate on his back, he seemed to have come from the sky, truly an immortal among the swords.
But precisely because he doesn't eat fireworks, there seems to be an insurmountable gap between him and the world.
Unable to communicate!
Out of reach!
This is not Gu Yu's original intention at all.
Mei Siren put down the paper fan and returned from the pull of "mysterious". He looked at Xu Xiaoshou suddenly and was about to speak...
At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou saw Gu Yu's mouth and all hand movements stopped, and then he turned his attention to himself.
"Zi!"
In an instant, all the hair on his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by the god of death.
The information bar also jumped:
"Under sneak attack, passive value, +1."
As smart as he is, he doesn't need Mr. Siren's reminder to understand what Gu Yu wants to express at this moment:
Explanation cannot explain it.
But this third sword is prepared for you.
As long as you can resist...you can't say it, you can't say it, I'll kill you, you should finally realize it?
"Come!"
Xu Xiaoshou shouted loudly.
Afraid that Mr. Gu wouldn't be able to hear his voice, he stretched out his finger and ticked it provocatively.
However, how could he dare to neglect the mysterious door opened by the third realm!
The rules of breaking the ancient sword cultivator's fight have long been forgotten, only to ignite the animal desires in my mind...
"boom!"
The violent giant appears!
"Roar!"
The extreme giant lowered his eyes!
"Buzz!"
The path of life unfolds!
"The Way of the World!"
The six paths of ancient martial arts combined!
"Meow~"
Uh, transformed into a ghost beast...
It's really not funny. Xu Xiaoshou was really afraid of death at this moment.
He almost maxed out his battery life to avoid being blocked by Gu Lao in one move.
Rao is so...
Visions of the second realm of ancient swordsmanship appear one after another!
The extreme giant's body is melting rapidly like a bud, turning into wisps of flowing clouds and flowing into the nameless world, never to return again.
As far as the eye can see, Grain Rain is like a god, transforming into a huge sky, like a god or a Buddha, the power of heaven destroys the world, then explodes, splits into an endless rain of swords, and comes pouring down.
The raindrops withered and bloomed, traveling through time and space, melting muscles and bones, and shot through the extreme giant, turning it into a sieve.
The Xuanmiao Gate suddenly shook, and a super sword with eternal power was shot out from the scabbard.
Before Xu Xiaoshou could even react, the Gui Yiji Sword, which was as big as the head of an Extreme Giant, had already passed through his chest!
"boom!"
The mission mirror screen went completely black.
The spectators from the five realms were about to stick their heads into the mirror to comprehend the meaning of the sword, but suddenly suffered a disaster and were so angry that they almost burst into pieces.
"What are you doing!"
"Grass, look, show me!"
"Gou Ri's preaching mirror, Gou Ri's drunkenness in the wind... Couldn't you have darkened the mirror for me at the critical moment? Is this what your Feng family can do? You talk about preaching, but you don't show it?!"
"Trash, trash, trash. If I had known that I would have spread the word to the Central Territory, ah ah, ah, ah, I shouldn't have bet. I want to go to the scene!"
Drunken and shocked by the wind, he heard a cracking sound in his ears, but could not take his eyes away from the battlefield in front of him.
But seeing the former site of Jade Capital...
The ultimate giant exploded into pieces!
A giant sword of light descended from the sky, penetrated him, submerged him, and plunged into the earth, shocking the world!
That piece of land... If Yujing City hadn't been taken away by Master Shou, wouldn't the entire city have been blown to pieces right now?
But his eyes were in a trance, Feng Zhongzui blinked, and saw that Master Shou had not moved just now, nor had he transformed into a giant.
The great sword of light that descended from the sky and came from the mystery has never entered the battlefield and penetrated the earth.
Everything is an illusion!
Mystery never comes!
"Boom."
Smoke and dust flew from the ground.
Amidst countless curses, the image of the preaching mirror returned, reflecting Gu Yu who had fallen to the ground, his hair disheveled, and he was dying.
"what happened?"
"Mr. Gu... wasn't Mr. Gu drawing his sword? Why did it end again?"
"You're so damn drunk in the wind, right? You'd better not let me find you, or I'll mess with you!"
There were curses again and again.
Everyone stared at the picture in the mirror and wanted to wave away the black line in front of them, but then realized that the black line was not their own problem.
Still the same as the first battle between Sword Immortals, there was a thin black thread in the middle of the picture coming out of the missionary mirror.
This treasure seems to have been damaged before?
Even with the great power of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, they were unable to repair it.
"Pattering..."
It's still raining and the ground is muddy.
"Being frightened, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiao was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. When he woke up and looked at the scene in front of him, he realized that the mysterious door had been closed at some point.
Guyu even returned from the sword of the immortal world, ending his "deified" state just now...
Yes!
Just now, he slashed me with a sword?
Xu Xiaoshou felt that his memory was a little fuzzy. He seemed to have used the Ultimate Giant to block it, but it seemed like he didn't?
If you look into the sea of qi, you will find that the sea of qi is empty.
In fact, he no longer has the idea of a sea of qi. At this moment, all the holy power and spiritual energy that filled his body have been exhausted.
These traces all showed that he had just gone through an extremely brutal battle, but...
It was hard for Xu Xiaoshou to remember the whole process!
"What the hell?"
He didn't want to fight at all.
He flashed to Gu Lao's side.
But at this time, there was already another person beside Gu Yu.
His upper body was lifted up. His messy white hair was dry, curly, and dull, and his face was as pale as paper and covered with wrinkles.
The paper fan that Meisi people never left their bodies was thrown to the ground at some point.
He hugged his old friend with his left hand, and passed around the cold body with his right hand, trying to bring some warmth to it. At the same time, he kept patting Guyu on the back and sighed:
"Why bother? It's just a dream to look at the moon in the water."
Guyu only had more air coming out and less air coming in. He took a deep breath when he heard the sound, choked and coughed heavily, and at the same time, he seemed to be laughing:
"Ha, ha..."
"Siren, you have seen it..."
Mei Siren closed his eyes and tried to recall it, but his mind went blank.
He hugged his old friend closer, leaned his head beside his ear, let the raindrops fall from the sky, dripping down his face, and said with a relaxed smile:
"Not only did I see it, I also remembered it. I remembered it."
Guyu's body stiffened, a smile appeared on his face, and then all movement and sound was lost.
Mei Si's body also froze, and the grief in her eyes turned into tears.
At this moment, the man in his arms trembled again, choked out a hissing breath, and coughed heavily:
"Siren, then you are... amazing..."
"I...anyway, I can't remember anything..."
Mei Siren took a deep breath and thought about it.
Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yu struggled in his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and made a move towards the wind.
"Child, come here."
There were tears in Feng Zhongzui's eyes, and he couldn't bear to point the preaching mirror at Mr. Gu, so he had to get closer now.
"for me……"
He could only move the preaching mirror again to convey to the world the dejected and dejected look of the First Sword Immortal.
Guyu didn't seem to care at all. After doing this, he couldn't turn away and could only look at the rain quietly.
"I am a disciple of Xuan Miao... I have understood... poetry..."
"What?"
"I said! I realized... a poem! Ahem..."
"Stop making trouble." Mei Siren resisted the urge to slap him, "You are a mountain villager, what do you know about poetry and poetry? Others don't know you, but I don't know you either. You are a good hand at growing melons and fields.
Compose poetry?”
Glancing at the preaching mirror behind him, Mei Siren couldn't bear it any longer, "You can be considered a bit talented."
Guyu coughed and laughed hoarsely, and it took a long time before he could speak again.
"I'm here..."
"Um?"
"I said...you comment...a comment..."
"Oh, okay."
Guyu then stretched out his hand and touched that day, letting the ruthless rain that had lost its power flow down his arm from the palm of his hand.
But there is no touch.
He didn't care, as if he saw Xuan Miao again, his old eyes became brighter, and he raised his voice full of emotion:
"Picking chrysanthemums...under the east fence, leisurely! Seeing Nanshan..."
The corners of Xu Xiaoshou's lips curled up, unable to smile.
Meisi people knew it was copied as soon as they heard it, but they didn't know whose handwriting it was borrowed from, but they still praised:
"What a poem! What a sentence! It seems that after living in seclusion for so many years, you don't have nothing..."
"I'm here!" The man in his arms shook his head again, interrupting him.
Mei Siren lowered his head, "What's wrong?"
Guyu's eyes were straightened, staring blankly at the broken sky between his fingers, and at the Tao that was still elusive so far.
He stared blankly for a long time, and finally saw the light coming from the Xuanmiao Gate, parting the clouds and seeing the future...
Light?
Is there light again?
It's like trying to reconnect with yourself.
Gu Yu's face became a little more shiny.
But in the end the light disappeared, and he found that his mind was still empty, and the light could not enter, as if the mystery had never come.
Guyu lost his mind. He used all his strength to grab the void with his hand, but found nothing.
This is even just an illusion!
His hand had already hit the ground, twisted into a weird posture, and he couldn't even utter a question that was burning in his throat.