Chapter 267: One sword is like a dream, four realms of sword intent
After autumn, it gets colder and colder.
The mountains and forests have lost some vitality.
Chen Changsheng walked out of the valley and jumped to the top of the mountain.
When the autumn wind blew past my face, it was biting, but it was so real.
"Autumn……"
Chen Changsheng was filled with a smile unconsciously.
Counting back nearly eighty years, this was the first time he felt the rustling autumn wind.
He cherishes this feeling of regaining something lost, and at the same time, he looks forward to the late autumn and early winter.
Bai Ziqiu bought an extra piece of clothing for this purpose, and spent more time making tea every day.
Chen Changsheng asked him, "After winter, will there be snow in the Demon Realm?"
Bai Ziqiu thought for a moment and said: "The four seasons here are distinct and there is snow every year."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng was extremely happy and looked forward to the arrival of the winter snow.
Bai Ziqiu paused and asked, "Are you going to rely on me until spring?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "Chen owes you a favor, how about it?"
Bai Ziqiu was stunned after hearing this and said, "What makes you want to stay with me even if you owe me a favor?"
"A small thing cannot be any smaller."
For many people, watching a snowfall is indeed a small thing.
But for Chen Changsheng, this is a big thing.
The word obsession is different for everyone.
Bai Ziqiu never urged Chen Changsheng to leave, and he just ignored the favor. He understood that the favor was dispensable, because as long as he opened his mouth, Chen Changsheng would definitely help him.
This was the Chen Changsheng he knew.
Chen Changsheng stayed for a long time, and most of the time he sat quietly, or went to the top of the mountain to swing his sword.
The autumn wind is howling, but the sword's intention seems lonely, but it seems to run counter to this sad autumn, and has a unique flavor.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring..."
Chen Changsheng murmured in his mouth and said with a smile: "Mr. Mengde is really talented."
The Taiqing Sword stands on the top of that mountain.
Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged on the side, his figure facing the autumn wind and setting sun, and after a sip of wine, he seemed to have infinite beauty.
The years are ruthless, and in the blink of an eye, white frost appears between the trees and grass in the forest. When you catch your eye, you can see a patch of white light, scattered here and there, but you can also see the flowing water, like the rivers, lakes and seas.
Bai Ziqiu stood in front of the valley, hiding his hands in his sleeves to keep warm. He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of white mist, staring at the object in front of Mr. Qingshan.
He often looked at Chen Changsheng's sword in ecstasy, and sometimes even made a few comments.
Bai Ziqiu said with some pity: "It would be better if you were a pure swordsman..."
Chen Changsheng put away his sword and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Bai Ziqiu said: "The martial arts are not perfect, and the sword skills are extremely poor, but even so, you still understand the three realms of sword intent. Looking at the past and present, there are only a handful of such people."
Chen Changsheng said: "There are three thousand wonderful dharma, each of which is different. Most monks in the world enter the Tao for the sake of the dharma. Chen walks in the world of mortals. Although he looks forward to the Tao, most of the time, he mainly focuses on his own joy."
Bai Ziqiu nodded and smiled: "That's right, unlike me, you only like swords."
Chen Changsheng said: "This is also why you can do 'extreme', but no matter how great Chen is, he can only do 'fine'."
Chen Changsheng's words were not modest.
Although he wields a sword, his attainments in the art of swordsmanship are not high. Whether he is good or bad all depends on the appearance of the sword in his hand, and the second is how many rays of magic power he wields.
Bai Ziqiu paused for a moment and said: "I have a few swords that I have acquired throughout my life. I will not take them with me in life or death. I help you enter the Four Realms of Sword Intent, just as I want to explain my three thousand years of suffering."
,how?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng was startled for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I can't ask for it."
That day, sword energy arose in the mountains.
The mountains poured down and were cut in half with a sword, and the white frost on the grass and trees also faded away with that sword.
Within a few sword strikes, the world changed.
Bai Ziqiu taught Chen Changsheng three swords in total.
The name of the sword is Guanyintan, the sword's intention is complex, and it can kill people and gods. It was the most proud sword in his early years.
The name of the sword is Xiaoyaole, which he learned from his travels around the world in his early years. He used this sword to reach the peak of that generation's sword cultivators.
The last sword has no name, it has been lonely for three thousand years, and it has seen all the ups and downs. The sword's intention is like a dream, disappearing like a bubble, but it also kills people like time.
After using these three swords, Bai Ziqiu sheathed his sword. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had become a little older.
"The murderous sword of time is like a dream."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "What is the name of this third sword?"
Bai Ziqiu said: "There is no name, you can choose it for me."
This third sword comes from more than three thousand years of hardship and suffering. Therefore, he has never been able to give this last sword a good name.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said: "Time makes people grow old, but it is like a dream in the blink of an eye."
He stepped forward with his sword in hand.
After thinking for a long time, he raised his hand and picked up a sword flower.
As the sword intent rippled, the remaining white frost turned into dew.
The sword struck out, as gentle as time, like the breeze blowing by, but under that sword, the remaining emerald green turned yellow and withered in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, the sword intention entered the four realms.
The fallen leaves are flying, and the sword is drawing out the years.
Like a dream!
Bai Ziqiu was stunned for a moment.
He only used one sword, but Chen Changsheng, in just a few words, performed the sword he had acquired over three thousand years to the fullest, and even took it to a higher level!
Chen Changsheng looked at the loneliness in front of him and said: "I look forward to yellow in autumn and snow in winter, but in the end it is just a dream."
"This sword is called Ru Meng Ling."
Bai Ziqiu breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's a pity that such a talent is not specialized in swords."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said, "Remember what Chen told you, each flower catches his own eye."
Bai Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, saying nothing more.
Everyone chooses a different path, but he also admires Chen Changsheng. If a person can live only for the things he likes, that is really a great thing.
Bai Ziqiu taught three swordsmen.
But on that day, Chen Changsheng only learned the last sword, and it took him several days to learn the other two swords roughly.
Bai Ziqiu found it strange that Chen Changsheng learned the most difficult sword in one glance, but spent a lot of time on the two easy swords.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what Chen Changsheng's talent was.
For this reason, Bai Ziqiu also asked Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng's answer to him was: "I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I can only see the cold moon and warm sun, which are used to fry people's lives. The vicissitudes of time, you and I are all included in it."
Bai Ziqiu was in a daze for a moment after hearing this, and then showed a wry smile.
He sighed, shook his head, and muttered something.
"I never imagined that there would be people walking with me through such hardships and vicissitudes of life..."