Last night the battle went back to the north, and today the new year rises from the east.
——Excerpt from "Tian Jia Yuan Day" by Meng Haoran
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The sword is broken!
Who will bid farewell to a hero at his end? Only the shadow of a wild goose passes by, the long pavilion of falling flowers, the lonely bridge.
The sharp blade for blowing hair is lying on the knees, and the whole body is still there. No one persuades me to drink, and no one cares about my drunkenness.
The unprecedented frustration brought back memories of the past.
He Xiao's frame-up, Yang Yichan's betrayal...
Angry Qi knotted in his chest, Bai Fu felt his internal organs cramping, and his heart felt like a knife...
The world was spinning, Bai Fu's hands and feet were stiff, his center of gravity was unstable, he was stumbling, his body was swaying and teetering, and his limbs no longer had any strength at all.
Sarutobi Sunyue knew that Bai Fu's oil was exhausted and his strong crossbow was at its end. He maintained his identity and did not kill the lamb waiting for the slaughter. He sheathed the red flame sword, placed his hands on the handle of the sword, leaned the sheath on the ground, and showed a cruel smile.
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Sarutobi Sun and Moon winked, and the Japanese and Turkic warriors on the left and right carefully surrounded and suppressed them. The Yan generals, armed with spears and iron axes, stared at Bai Fu, as if staring at a ferocious beast that had fallen into a trap, waiting for the leader to give an order to kill him.
Bai Fu cut the body into pieces with random knives.
Bai Fu smiled gloomily, and his pale and slender fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the broken sword.
With a sword in hand, why fear life and death?!
Sarutobi Sun and Moon waved his hand and shouted: "Do it!".
The warriors responded and struck at Bai Fu with their swords in unison.
The lone wolf exerted his last breath, opened his hands, and like a big bird, pounced on the crowd, blocking Bai Fu's body.
Forced into a desperate situation, time seems to have stopped.
Master Yan Zhenqing’s words lingered in my ears: “Buddhist interpretations believe that the greatest suffering for people is the seven emotions and six desires. Only by cutting off emotions and desires can we escape from the world and reach the other side.
Who knows, the seven emotions and six desires are not only the drag of karma, but also the original temperament of life. The three talents of heaven, earth and man, and the reason why man is the spirit of all things, are all because of this bit of real flesh and blood in the spiritual orifice.
Master Yishao drank water in the Kuaiji Mountains and was a little drunk, so he was able to write the "Lanting Preface" that will be famous throughout the ages. After he woke up, he rewrote it hundreds of times, but none of it reached this level.
Regardless of poetry, calligraphy, painting, or music, Hong Zhong and Dalushi's masterpieces are all works that let out emotions and release nature when joy, anger, sorrow, and joy reach their extremes.
At the peak of emotions, the soul leaves the body and can have a glimpse of the way of heaven.
Various emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, are transformed into elegant, vigorous, poignant, and gorgeous strokes in the hands of these masters, sealing emotions, making one's nature self-explanatory, converging heaven and earth, solidifying time and space, and imprinting Taoism!"
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This is another realm after sword moves, sword power, and sword intent—sword nature!
Bai Fu no longer deliberately controlled himself, let alone suppressed his emotions, letting the sadness in his heart flow freely, tearing his soul apart, and causing unspeakable suffering.
Just when he was forgetting about things and me, and acting on his own will, the Ni Wan point in Bai Fumei's heart couldn't stop beating, and the itching pain was unbearable.
Bai Fu looked up to the sky and screamed, as if he wanted to scream out this pain.
With awareness, a sea surface seems to appear in the spiritual orifice of Niwan Palace, and the sea water surges, rolling out one vortex after another.
The sea water in the spiritual orifice pours down like a tide in a Qiantang, pouring and rushing, washing Baifu's hundreds of meridians and odd meridians and acupoints.
Enlightenment!
A cold light flashed in Bai Fu's eyes, as if possessed by gods and demons, the clay-embodied King Kong was resurrected.
Bai Fu's body whirled rapidly, his hand broke and the sword flew into a whirlwind, and a sword light flew out.
Incredibly, the usually sharp sword energy turned soft, like an invisible long whip, and swept across everyone's face with a "swish" sound, making a sonic boom sound.
"Snapped!"
The dozens of Yan generals who were besieging Bai Fu screamed and took several steps back. Their vision was pitch black, and two lines of blood flowed from their eyes.
Sarutobi Sun and Moon were stunned, wondering how Hakufu could regain his vitality when he was on the verge of collapse.
"Qiang" Sarutobi Sun and Moon drew out the red flame sword again, stepped on the wooden clogs, and rushed towards Bai Fu.
Bai Fu flipped his wrist, and the broken sword rotated on Bai Fu's fingertips, like a living brush.
Sarutobi's Sun and Moon Flame Sword Technique unfolded, and the sharp energy from the blade tip turned into a ball of flame and struck Bai Fu.
The strong energy strikes, and before he can get close, the white body is as light as a kite, and the sleeves and robes vibrate on their own, rising with the strong wind, sitting on the startled sand, flying, and soaring violently in the sky.
Sarutobi Sun and Moon slashed out with his sword, and the sword flew into the air, like a naughty boy chasing feathers floating in the air in vain.
In the eyes of Sarutobi Sun and Moon, once he attacks at close range, Bai Fu will fly away in the wind, and violently rise up in the clouds and mist, which is unpredictable. The more he pounces, the more the smoke and steam will merge, and he will suddenly be thousands of miles away.
The broken sword flew between Bai Fu's fingers, leaving paper and clouds of smoke. The sword suddenly thrust out, and the sword's light was thunderous and electrifying. It became strange and mixed, and went straight to Sarutobi Sun and Moon's throat.
Sarutobi Sunyue quickly retreated, flipping sideways with one hand and narrowly avoiding it. Bai Fu was like swinging on a swing, going up and down with the wind, galloping left and right, and the sword light never left the rope of the Japanese throat.
Sarutobi Sun and Moon took a step sideways, and slashed horizontally with the red flame sword, trying to break the sword body.
Bai Fu withdrew his broken sword, and the divine Qiu soared into the sky. The sword energy was like a rainbow, making a graceful arc and attacking behind the Japanese.
Bai Fu struck out with his right hand, like clouds coming out of Xiu, with a strange movement. The energy rolled back into the sleeve in a spiral, causing the space between the two to dent, sucking the flames from the Red Flame Knife into the field.
Inside.
The Lieyangang Qi was weak and weak, and was sucked by the powerful tornado generated by the universe in Bai Fu's sleeves. It turned from a ball of flame into several pillars of fire, pouring into the sunken field.
A smile escaped from the corner of Bai Fu's mouth, and he shouted loudly: "Duh!"
The sunken field was ejected like a trebuchet, turning the condensed flaming gas into flaming flying rocks and hitting Sarutobi Sun and Moon.
"Peng!"
A clash of energies.
Sarutobi Hiyuki's whole body was shaken violently, he took several steps back, and quickly stopped his attack, stopping the raging flames and stopping the wind and clouds.
The fighter plane was fleeting, Bai Fu didn't wait for Sarutobi to stand still, he spun up, and quickly approached a few feet away. Bai Fu's body was like a butterfly piercing flowers, and his sword was like a flying blade of light, and he was like a god, killing
Sarutobi sun and moon souls are scattered.
Then, Bai Fu's ultimate move was yet to come.
Bai Fu channeled the spiritual power from Niwan Palace's spiritual orifice into a strand of hairspring, which entered the sword from his heart.
Broken swords are used as needles, spiritual power is used as threads, and strands of silk threads are ever-changing, like weaving cloth. Layers of sword nets are spread around the sun and moon of Sarutobi, like blind wind and rain, strange paths, longitudes and latitudes of heaven and earth.
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As the sky and the earth were spinning, Sarutobi Sun and Moon felt the energy of anger knotted in his chest, his internal organs cramping, and his heart felt like a knife...
In a daze, many old things came to mind:
In order to join Kumano Pavilion and become a disciple of Kumamoto Notake, Sarutobi Sun and Moon did not hesitate to offer his childhood sweetheart fiancée to Kumamoto Notake as his concubine;
During the Nara period, when he was following the orders of Emperor Takaken to annihilate the feudal lord of Heian Kyo (today's Kyoto), his doting wife, who was more than ten years younger than him, had an affair with his disciple in the mansion of Heijo Kyo (today's Nara).
After returning in triumph and learning the truth, he beheaded the two men in a rage and cut their bodies into thousands of pieces.
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Sarutobi Sun and Moon were swayed by emotions and trapped in the cage of time. They were as powerful as a mad tiger and could not distinguish between friends and foes. The red flame sword turned into snow flakes and chopped down the Japanese disciples and Yan general companions one by one in a pool of blood.
Seizing the opportunity, Bai Fu used both hands to pick up the hammer and the lone wolf, one on the left and the other on the right. Pointing his toes, he flashed into the dense forest like a dragonfly touching water.