Chapter 69: The origin of the sword, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, from the nameless caves in the barren mountains to the Tianzong sect in the beautiful mountains and rivers, there are countless swordsmen and cultivators. Even when the shopkeeper Liuliang of Qixi Mountain came out to rob Su Xiaozu's ancestor, he was holding a red sword in his hand. There are many swordsmen in Xia Jian, and the attitudes towards swords among cultivators are also very different:
Some only use the sword as a tool, carrying it with them to defend themselves and kill enemies; some use the sword as wine, which can relieve their sorrows and express their feelings, and they become addicted without knowing it; some use the sword as a confidant, who will first respond when encountering trouble. Ask the Qingfeng in your hand; some regard the sword as life, and the sword destroys people and kills them; others regard the sword as air. "Attitude" is not a state, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior, no matter what attitude you have towards the sword , when wisdom and clarity of mind arrive, one can practice excellent swordsmanship.
As far as today's Lishan Sword Sect is concerned, sects that come from the same line have different 'attitudes' towards swords.
He only regards the sword as a tool, the leader Shen He, the sword is his sharp weapon to protect the sect, nothing more. He also loves swords, and his love for swords is no less than anyone in Lishan, but this love is cherished by Orion. His own longbow is no different;
Those who mistake swords for wine don’t even have to think about it, Patriarch Lu!
When swords are good friends, there is one person who is even more extreme than Su Jing: Elder Yu of Hufeng, Dian, he is always smiling in front of others, but the secrets in his heart can only be told to the sword in his hand;
For Mr. Fang, who regards the sword as his life, the peach blossom branch given by the red elder is simply his life. If one day the peach blossom branch breaks, Mr. Fang will cry himself to death in a short time;
As for treating the sword as air, what is air? You cannot feel its existence, and it will not affect people's behavior and thinking, but if there is no air, people cannot live! Air is: I live in it, but I am still me.
Among the current Lishan disciples, Su Jing has heard of his name for a long time but has never known him. His surname is Lin.
One of the only four remaining first-generation disciples of Lishan, He Yu's junior brother and Su Jing's senior brother, Lin Qingpan.
After breaking through the 'Yuan Wanderer', Lin Qingpan went down the mountain to enter the world to understand the last realm, and then he seemed to have disappeared. There was no trace of this person on the spiritual path. Not to mention the outside sect, the same sect, even within the Lishan sect. He has some contacts, and only a few people know his whereabouts:
When Ren Duo became a demon, he was surrounded by righteous cultivators. When he was in a desperate situation, an unidentified ferocious demon suddenly entered the siege and rescued Ren Duo: under the demon's painted skin was Lin Qingpan.
On the way back from the fall of the Third Patriarch, after Fa Sheo fell into the Middle Earth, how could he, as an elder disciple of the Lishan Mountain, still be able to wander around easily and ignore his external affairs? He and Lin, the former was in charge of the sect in the Ming Dynasty. He left; the latter changed his appearance and followed Ren Duo. He eradicated the six ears and killed the evil cultivators. He never set foot in Lishan again. Until a few months ago, Elder Yu and others returned to the sect and joined the battle to fight against the natural disaster.
Lin Qingpan also came back together, but he didn't stay too long. He had a secret talk with the head and burned an incense stick. Then he disappeared and went to the Grandmaster's Temple in Lishan to worship the memorial tablets of his predecessors and sit quietly for a stick of incense. Then he floated down the mountain. At this moment. The earth moved together to resist the catastrophe. Lin Qingpan was weak and coughed, stabbed himself with his sword, and repeated in a deep voice again and again: Please wake up, senior!
The Lishan and Gongshui formations are moving crazily, and everyone in the formation is suffering from severe backlash pain. The eight-hundred-mile peak is still sinking into the ground little by little. If you look at it from the sky, you can see the ground around Lishan. The ferocious and huge crack is constantly blooming and growing wildly! How long can it persist? No matter how long it persists, in the end, it cannot escape those two words: annihilation!
Everyone in the formation is injured, how long can the formation hold on? The earth of three thousand miles is restless, and maybe it will collapse suddenly in the next moment, and the mountain will be trapped forever! But at this critical moment, Shen He was a little distracted:
"Uncle Master, don't you want to join the Gongshui Formation?"
"I am not alone in the Gongshui Formation. I will go to the Sword Tomb. In ancient times, the Jiangshan Sword Domain protected the world. Today, the Immortal Sect is gone, but the heroic spirits of the predecessors still exist among them. If they can be awakened, they may be able to prevent disasters. Add more strength."
"Uncle Master, do you know how to wake up the Sword Tomb?"
"I'm not sure, I just have to give it a try. It's worth a try."
The words that Senior Uncle Lin said in the quiet room four months ago are still in my ears, but Lin Qingpan didn't explain it clearly, and Shen He wouldn't know it: "It's worth a try" should be followed by four words, even if it means death.
Thinking of the 'sword' as the air, Lin Qingpan has an extraordinary understanding of the sword's meaning. Long before Su Jing saw the truth of the sword tomb, he had already suspected that the sword in the sword tomb not only had spirit, but also had wisdom, but it was just sleeping.
Famous swords from the Sword Tomb have their own rules. For example, the acquired sword has only one lifetime fate with its owner and cannot be passed down. For example, you cannot injure yourself with the sword, otherwise it will trigger a sharp backlash from the Sword Tomb, etc. And Lin Qingpan What comes to mind is that the way to awaken the heroic spirit on the sword is to go against the way, go against the law, and harm yourself in return.
The sword tomb was closed and no one could approach it. Lin Qingpan sat among the mountains six hundred miles away, facing the direction of the sword tomb. When he started to move from the mountains and rivers formation, he untied his sword and stabbed himself.
"Please, senior, senior, why aren't you awake yet?" After stabbing himself with the sword again, Lin Qingpan, covered in blood and with distracted eyes, actually laughed.
From childhood to adulthood to an old monster who is thousands of years old, his sexuality will not change. Lin Qingpan is a person who likes to laugh, and big things are always dealt with easily.
While smiling, he lowered his head to look at the injuries on his body; then looked up at the sky, which was already a mess but was also indescribably gorgeous in the battle against calamity. Lin Qingpan began to cough again, with his free left hand Slightly trembling, she took out a handkerchief from her bag, picking out the golden glow of the setting sun and the silk of Tianshui spiders hiding in the clouds. Lin Qingpan wiped the Liuyun Sword carefully in his hand, and then Fu opened his mouth slowly, smiled, panted, and chatted with Liu Yunjian: "There is not much time, senior will be too late if he doesn't wake up. Senior, I have a junior brother who is a judge in the Netherworld. Although I have never met him before, But since we are from the same family, he will always take better care of me. Therefore, I am not afraid of death. I am only afraid that you will not wake up and please ask me, senior, to wake up!" As he finished speaking, the long sword turned upside down again and stabbed backwards. This time he used the sword. The one facing each other is the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.
If you get hurt here, you will definitely die.
There was no time and the sword spirit could not be awakened. The sword tomb and Lishan were destroyed. Lin Qingpan’s last effort was to sacrifice his life.
It hurts. Elder Hong is in great pain. Different from the previous heavy pressure on the body bones and the splitting of the chest and lungs, the pain now is 'living', it is 'growing', starting from the Dantian, like a long needle piercing all the way up. It went to the heart, then to the center of the eyebrows, and finally rushed to the sky. The 'needle' seemed to want to pierce out of the top of my head.
Elder Gongye was also in pain, but on the contrary to Hongjing, his pain was not a "needle", but a giant hammer that could break everything. From top to bottom, from the sky to the sky, it hit the center of the eyebrows, the heart, until The Dantian in the lower abdomen was pounded hard and continuously, trying to smash his intestines and burst them out.
The Gongshui Formation is divided into two gates, Yin and Yang, and the two most important formation apertures. The two elders in charge of these apertures showed signs of 'overdraft' at the same time. It was not that they were exhausted and exhausted, but that their energy and spirit had completely collapsed. As long as the long needle penetrates the top and the giant hammer comes out of the belly, they will die.
The two of them knew that they were about to die. The formation was over and the mountain was over. Suddenly, Hongjing felt a coolness on the top of his head, and Gongye felt a warmth in his Dantian: there was an external force flowing into his body. It was an external force, but it came from the same sect and came from the same sect. Raising their heads with all their strength, their discerning eyes penetrated the mist, and they both saw Shen He's smile in the distance at the same time.
A middle-aged man in his early forties, who has always been strong and healthy, now has dry white hair and wrinkles on his face! But he is still smiling, freeing up his share of the strength used to protect Yuanji to help Hongjing, Gongye. He wants to protect Junior brothers and sisters, he wants to maintain this great formation. If someone in Lishan Formation wants to die today, he will be the first one.
He is the leader of Lishan.
Yuan Ji is loose. From now on, Shen He will die at any time, at any time.
Feeling weak like never before, Shen He felt like a dead leaf that had been plucked from the branches by the wind, swaying, spinning and falling downwards.
Even so, Shen He still couldn't help but feel like he was wandering: there was still no movement in the sword tomb, and Master Lin failed to succeed. Unfortunately, at this moment, at the moment of regret in Shen He's heart, that burst of anger filled the long sword The roaring sound came from the direction of the sword tomb, how loud it was!
Huge rocks collapsed, rocks cracked, and thousands of long swords in the Shenmian Tomb flew up quickly. The swords flew quickly and made a sharp sound through the air; the swords shook rapidly, and the roaring sound was fierce, and it was three thousand feet in the blink of an eye!
Three thousand feet above the sky, thousands of swords stopped and formed a circle. Then there was a shock, another shock, and another shock. The circular formation collapsed and the long swords flew in all directions:
Liu An Huaming, one of the eight sword kings, flew thousands of miles as fast as light and electricity, and came to the Great Ring Mountain in the northwest of Dongtu. He paused, and with a shock, a bright sword energy suddenly bloomed from the Three Hundred Miles Great Ring Mountain;
Mazu Longsha, one of the eight sword kings, flew west and entered the vast Gobi. He paused and shook. For four hundred miles of Gobi, every stone, every square of soil, and every grain of sand jumped rapidly at the same time. Countless sharp sword energies gathered together. ,burst;
Guquanpu, an ordinary long sword from the sword tomb, flew to a small pool in the south, paused, and with a shock, the Shibali Pool rippled violently, and the color of the water turned into sword energy, rising to the sky;
Ginkgo leaves, a long sword like a sword, flew to a rice field in the south of the Yangtze River. It paused and shook. The soil in the field suddenly rolled away. Several ancient ginkgo trees that had long been buried in the ground and turned into stone trees made a thumping sound from inside. There is a strange sound, the rocks and trees are sprouting buds, the branches are sprouting leaves, each bud and leaf is a sword, the sword energy is still the sword energy!
If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe it? Who dares to believe that every sword in the sword tomb has an "origin place". When the sword order is passed, a sword will rise from the "origin place"!
Thousands of long swords point to the country, and thousands of miles of country are transformed into swords.
The place where the sword is hidden was called: Jiangshan Sword Domain in ancient times!
Throughout the ages, the first sect of the Han family in the East is the Jiangshan Sword Domain.
Thousands of swords send orders, and the mountains and rivers enter the sword. The sword energy from the mountains, from the water, and from the human world rushes and gathers. The entire Han world condenses into one place, turning into a majestic light, a sword that deviates from gods and ghosts. Fly into the sky, break through the sky, penetrate the universe, and stab at the magnificent sky fire meteor!