The master of the Sword Sect has been studying the sword for many days. Everyone in the Sword Sect only thinks that this sect leader has benefited a lot after leaving the Sword Sect and going to the Demon Realm to fight the Demon Emperor. Therefore, after returning to the sect, he has been studying the way of swordsmanship in seclusion.
Speaking of which, the fact that the Sword Sect leader left the sect to wield a sword in the Demon Realm has been spread throughout the world. Not many people know what happened now, but there are always a few words leaked, saying that this is
The master of the Sword Sect realized how many years ago the sword was said to be so powerful that it had already passed the end of Wangyou and reached an inexplicable realm.
With this sword, the Sword Sect leader went all the way north to accumulate sword power, and finally came to the Demon Realm and had a battle with the Demon Emperor. It was said that although the sword was handed out, it was only half handed out.
, and half of the sword is left, and for some reason, it can never come out.
But even so, the Great Sword Immortal was still able to return to the Sword Sect unharmed, which is actually enough to explain a lot of things.
And this is also the second strong human being in so many years who can fight against the Demon Emperor and return safely.
The first one was, of course, the Emperor of the Liang Dynasty. For a time, the reputation of the leader of the Sword Sect became famous, and the world had a new view of this most mysterious and powerful man in the world.
Sword cultivators in the world feel even more desperate. They only feel that the peak of swordsmanship in front of them is even higher.
On the day when the master of the Sword Sect returned to the Sword Sect, everyone actually wanted to hold a celebration banquet for the master, but the master of the Sword Sect refused. After that, the master of the Sword Sect went into seclusion again. Until now, there is no one like him.
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"The sect master must have understood the sword that he never handed out during the battle with the Demon Emperor, so he didn't hand it out in a hurry. However, the sect master's sword is a bit stronger. Is it possible that he will do it next time?
Are you going to fight the Demon Emperor in the Demon Realm?"
"What else? The sect leader's sword must be unique in the world. Not many people in the world are qualified to see it."
"Speaking of which, if the power of the sect master's sword is even higher, is it possible to kill the Demon Emperor directly?"
"It's possible, of course it's possible." After sending his uncle Qiu Wanli away, Yu Xiyi carried the wine and walked towards the back mountain alone, not very fast, taking a sip of wine every few steps. When he reached the back mountain,
Then I heard many disciples gossiping on the other side of the mountain road.
Listening to these words, Yu Xiyi's expression became more solemn. When the second and third generation disciples saw Yu Xiyi, they all stopped to salute Yu Xiyi. Those who were closer to him were called masters and uncles, and those who were not close enough were naturally called sword immortals.
Yu Xiyi nodded slightly, said nothing, and walked toward the depths of the back mountain alone. Halfway up the mountain, Yu Xiyi slowly stopped and glanced at the sea of clouds outside the mountain.
The Jianzong is suspended between heaven and earth, with a myriad of phenomena. It can be said to be the weirdest, but also the most magnificent mountain gate in the world.
Yu Xiyi quickly averted his eyes and came to the deepest part of the back mountain. There was a cave over there, not far away.
The place where the leader of the Sword Sect retreats is a forbidden area for the entire Sword Sect. Normally, no Sword Sect disciples will appear here. It’s not that there are people guarding here, but that this place is full of sword energy. For ordinary sword cultivators, just
As I approached, I felt uncomfortable all over. As for walking into that cave, I am afraid that the entire Sword Sect, not even the great sword immortals who are in seclusion, dare not say that they are 100% sure.
Yu Xiyi came to the far side of the cave, took a deep breath, and then whispered: "Disciple Yu Xiyi, please see the sect master!" There was silence.
Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows slightly, was silent for a moment, and then walked forward... Outside Jianzong, more than three hundred miles away, there was a mountain village, also hidden among the mountains. It had been farming for generations and had great communication with the outside world.
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Because it is located deep in the mountains, spring plowing here comes later than in other places. The farmers in the village wet the rice seedlings with water, tied them into handfuls, and threw them not far away.
Other farmers took it away and planted it in the paddy field.
This is transplanting rice seedlings. Although it is not the first time for the farmers to transplant rice seedlings, they still do it carefully and do not dare to be sloppy. After all, it is related to the harvest of the year. If you don’t pay attention when planting, then when the autumn harvest comes
, it is related to the whole family’s food rations for the coming year.
While these farmers were busy in the fields, under the shade of a tree not far away, there was a tall middle-aged man carrying a mahogany sword. He looked not far away with an indifferent expression, as if he was admiring the scene in front of him.
Beautiful view of rice transplanting.
Unknowingly, it was noon, and the farmers in the fields got up one after another, washed the dirt on their legs with clean water at the edge of the field, and then walked in pairs of three or five towards the village where smoke was rising from the kitchen in the distance.
In the end, there was only one farmer left. After planting the last rice seedling in his hand, he slowly stood up and didn't bother to clean the mud on his legs. Instead, he walked barefoot towards the middle-aged man.
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"Where did the Taoist come from?" After the swarthy man walked a few steps, he found someone standing here and greeted him warmly.
The middle-aged man was startled, and then he thought that he was carrying a mahogany sword and was recognized as a Taoist priest by the farmer in front of him, which was reasonable.
He then glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a small food box under the shade of a tree. It was probably the farmer's lunch.
Looking at the farmer, the middle-aged man nodded slightly as a greeting. The farmer came over and took out the food box. There were only a few steamed buns, a small plate of pickles, and a kettle. This was his lunch.
The farmer who was about to pick up a steamed bun and put it in his mouth thought for a while and said with a smile: "Taoist priest, have you had lunch? How about eating some together?" The middle-aged man had his back to the farmer and originally did not intend to talk to him.
, but after thinking about it, he turned around, sat down in front of the farmer, took a steamed bun, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, saying softly: "Thank you." The farmer smiled and said: "One steamed bun.
"It's not worth saying thank you. If the Taoist priest is not busy, I will finish planting the rice seedlings and come home with me. I will ask my mother-in-law to take out the remaining pieces of bacon from last year and entertain the Taoist priest well." Middle-aged man
shook his head,
"I won't bother you anymore." The farmer didn't force himself. He just took a few bites of the steamed buns and asked casually: "It seems that the Taoist Master has been here for a long time. What are you doing? Is he practicing Taoism?" the middle-aged man said calmly.
"I'm watching you planting rice." The farmer was startled and asked curiously: "What's so interesting to see?" Now that he had mentioned this, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked softly: "After watching for a long time, I have a question.
I wonder if this can be clarified?"
"If you have anything to say, just ask. We are farmers. We don't know what the truth is. If we don't explain it well, the Taoist priest doesn't blame us." Maybe it's because he has never been out of this mountain for generations, so the farmer actually knows the situation outside the mountain.
There weren't many, so I wasn't that afraid of the middle-aged man in front of me.
What’s more, it’s actually curiosity and yearning.
"I guess it's not the first time that you transplant rice every year, but I see that when you transplant rice, you don't seem casual, but rather cautious. Why is that?" As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and the same thing is done.
Hundreds of thousands of times, I should have known it by heart, why should I be so serious?
The farmer laughed and said,
"The Taoist priest is saying this. You can't be careless about transplanting rice. Even if you do it many times, you still need to be careful. After all, transplanting is the beginning of the year. You have to take care of it carefully throughout the year. If anything goes wrong.
, this year’s harvest is not enough, and the whole family will be hungry next year.”
"We farmers don't understand other things, but there is an old saying that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, how you treat the crops, the crops will do to you. We depend on the sky for food, how much rain it rains, how many days it is dry, and how many days it is flooded.
God, this is not something we can control. All we can do is treat these crops with care and hope for a bumper harvest. Even if we want to, we can’t control anything else." The middle-aged man asked: "So even if we continue to
If you know it by heart, you should take it seriously every time?" The farmer rubbed his head and smiled innocently,
"Please have peace of mind." The middle-aged man nodded. But he then asked: "You have been planting the land for so many years. If the weather is good every year, can you guarantee a good harvest?"
"That's really not true." The farmer scratched his head and said, "After so many years of farming, I should have remembered everything clearly, but even in good years, there are always some things that I haven't done well.
, think about it, all year round, for such a long time, there is no one who doesn’t make mistakes every day, and there are crops everywhere. Sometimes, if you don’t take care of it, something will happen easily. I believe the Taoist priest knows this better than me. I
Stop nagging." The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "I understand." The farmer gave a thumbs up to the middle-aged man and praised, "The Taoist Master knows a lot." The middle-aged man did not speak, as if
I just remembered something.
I don't know how long it took, but after lunch, the farmer saw that the middle-aged man in front of him was still lost in thought, so he didn't bother him, but got up and went to plant the remaining seedlings.
As he said, you cannot delay the timing of this day. Once you delay, things will be disrupted. The days for transplanting rice seedlings last only a few days throughout the year. This is the experience left by our ancestors.
After that, he kept busy in the fields. When it got slightly dark, he straightened up his already sore waist, wiped a handful of sweat, washed away the mud and walked up.
I originally thought that the Taoist priest had left long ago, but when I came to get the food box, I realized that the Taoist priest was still sitting here.
The farmer was startled, then he tentatively spoke,
"Taoist Master..." The middle-aged man came back to his senses, glanced at the farmer in front of him, and said with a smile: "Thank you." The farmer looked confused and confused, but he quickly came back to his senses.
He glanced at the Taoist priest in front of him and felt a little hesitant.
The middle-aged man said: "But it doesn't matter." The farmer man said a little embarrassedly: "Taoist Master, since we meet each other, can you leave a few peace charms to ensure safety." Taoist priests outside the mountains are naturally proficient in this kind of things, and the farmer man is naturally good at this.
It is also known.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to draw talismans." The farmer's face darkened, and he was a little disappointed, but fortunately he was about to speak soon, but before he could speak, the middle-aged man suddenly stretched out his hand, and something fell on the tree.
A leaf fell, and the middle-aged man stretched out his fingers and wiped it on the leaf, leaving tiny white lines on the leaf.
"If you want to keep yourself safe, this should be more useful than a peace charm." The middle-aged man handed the leaf to the farmer and said, "Put it at home. If there is any danger, hold this thing in your hand, and it will probably...
...It should be of some use." The farmer reached out and took the leaf as if he had found a treasure, with a grateful face.
"Thank you, Taoist priest. Thank you, Taoist priest. It's getting late, so I might as well be here tonight..." Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man shook his head and said,
"I'm going down the mountain." Then the middle-aged man in front of him took out a lantern from nowhere, and walked down the mountain with it.
Seeing this scene, the farmer firmly believed that the Taoist priest in front of him was not a mortal, so he cherished the leaf in his hand even more.
......... The middle-aged man carried his sword and went down the mountain. Holding a lantern, he walked slowly and silently. Halfway through, he stopped in front of a certain tree and then said slowly: "When you are young and practice swordsmanship, you will use ten points if you have enough strength. Every day
More than ten thousand times of passing the sword? Then the way of swordsmanship progressed rapidly. After Wangyou, how could he pass the sword ten thousand times again when he was young? The sword energy moved cautiously at the beginning, and then became more and more casual. Even an ordinary farmer would not dare to treat it like this.
The crops under my hands, I claim to be the best in swordsmanship in the world, but I regard the word swordsmanship so lightly, how can I be qualified to realize that sword?" There are thousands of swordsmen in the world, who can consider and be recognized as the best in swordsmanship.
, there is always only one person.
The master of the Sword Sect was slightly moved in his mind, and Yuanshi, the Taoist sword he carried behind him, hovered in front of him. The master of the Sword Sect looked at the peach wood sword that all Taoist monks in the world regarded as a treasure. He was silent for a moment and gently held the sword.
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The peach wood sword looks ordinary. Although it is said to be the most precious treasure of the Taoist sect, in fact, it is still a sword. It trembled after being held by the master of the Sword Sect.
Between heaven and earth, the mysterious aura and the sword aura intertwined. The master of the Sword Sect remained silent. After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, released the hilt of the sword, and raised his head slightly.
The body dissipated and headed to Jianqi Mountain.