Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four
The clouds disappear and the thunder disappear.
The wooden sword vibrated slightly, flew back to the sea of rice from the Qingxia, hovering calmly.
Ye Su raised his eyebrows slightly.
He knew Jun Mo was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.
Only by crossing the threshold above the five realms can one create its own rules in the world of Haotian.
The second senior brother did not cross the fifth realm, but found his strongest belief in the established rules of the Haotian World, thus turning those rules into his own exclusive rules.
In a sense, this method has gone beyond the scope of the five realms.
Ye Su's eyebrows gradually flattened and his mind gradually flattened.
He had already produced the sword, and now it was the second senior brother's turn to produce the sword.
He looked at Qingxia, waved his arms, flicked his sleeves, and put them behind him, and said calmly: "Please."
The second senior brother set out his sword.
His sword is simpler.
The wide and straight iron sword left his right hand and left Qingxia.
The iron sword was about one person high from the ground in the field and slowly flew towards the rice fields.
There is a distance between Qingxia to the rice fields, and the land is stained with blood.
It's not blood, it's the old blood flowing out of countless cavalry and war horses two days ago.
The field was soaked in blood, black and black, and a pungent smell of blood.
Especially the field before the rice sea, blood was like ink, and the soil had changed color.
The iron sword flew over the blood-stained field without a trace of blood.
But there is another intention to die.
It is not dead silence, it is not a heart that is lost, but a decisive thought.
Extremely slaughtering.
Before Qingxia today, he met Ye Su.
Meeting is not meeting, because the sword in the hands of two people has never met.
His iron sword was to meet Ye Su with a wooden sword.
This iron sword has killed hundreds of people.
The blood in the wilderness was cut by this iron sword.
It's the iron sword's own blood.
The iron sword met his own blood, and his aura was extremely full and he was extremely fierce.
Only when they meet with courtesy, they meet with swords.
Even Ye Su cannot avoid such a domineering sword.
He could only raise his sword to greet him.
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In the distant southern wilderness, Liu Bai slowly stood up by the carriage, looked at the iron sword in Qingxia, and said, "This sword is finally interesting."
The battle in Qingxia lasted for more than two days, and the world's most powerful man never took action because he had been waiting for Jun Mo to enter the strongest state, otherwise it would be meaningless.
At this moment, he finally made an interesting evaluation, which means that he thought that the second senior brother had already entered the strongest state at this time, and he really wanted to take this sword.
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This iron sword is really interesting.
It's even more interesting than what Liu Bai thought.
The Iron Sword still represents the rules of the second senior brother.
Black or white, no gray.
Whether you are born or died, you cannot achieve both.
Whether you fight or lose, you cannot escape.
Facing such a decisive sword, no matter who it is, you must make the most decisive choice and decision.
You have to choose a road, you have to choose a direction.
There is no third road in the world. The weeds on the wall cannot fall to their own position.
This iron sword has gone beyond the scope of domineeringness and vaguely exudes a sense of openness.
Give you a chance to choose, then crush you and kill you.
This is the kingly way.
What will you choose between life and death?
Even if you have really seen through life and death, life and death are still there.
Seeing through does not mean you can break it. On the contrary, because you have seen too much, you will not know how to choose.
If you don’t choose, it’s failure.
This is the problem that the Iron Sword has posed for Ye Su.
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Ye Su did not take the iron sword.
Because the iron sword is the opponent's rule, once he accepts it, it is equivalent to accepting the opponent's rule. No matter how this battle develops, he will never change the passive situation.
But the iron sword asked him to pick it up.
What can he do?
Ye Su asked Rice Field to pick up the iron sword.
This rice field is his rule.
Before the iron sword came out of Qingxia, he had already put his hands on his shoulders and his sleeves were slightly brushed.
A breeze comes out from the sleeves, and the golden rice is gently shaking, and sometimes bent down.
A wide and straight iron sword. Entering the sea of rice.
The sea of rice gradually divides, like lake water, like sea water, like pines in the green mountains.
The weeds on the ridges are stained with blood.
The unharvest autumn rice is stained with blood.
Wherever the iron sword passed, the weeds cracked into pieces, flew up and fell into the rice fields.
The heavy rice ears fall with the sword's will.
The rice stalk, which had lost its heavy burden, suddenly straightened its waist and bounced the rice leaves into the air.
The rice ears fell to the ground. Before they fell to the ground, the rice peeled off and flew with the rice leaves.
The bran on the rice cracks, revealing the round and crystal grains of rice.
The rice grains are scattered everywhere in the autumn wind, like pearls reflecting the sunshine, which is extremely beautiful.
The rice grains sprinkled into the air were burnt yellow by the sunlight, emitting a rice fragrance.
The rice grains that fell to the ground were soaked in blood and were quietly penetrated into the mud.
Green rice leaves grow among the soil.
The rice leaves stretched into the air, as if they were about to be strong.
In a very short moment, this rice field experienced harvest, death and rebirth.
The separation of life and death in the rice fields is staged in front of people.
This process is very continuous, and the cycle of life and death becomes a perfect harmony, and no clear dividing line can be found.
The iron sword flying in the rice fields did not find the dividing line.
Iron Sword is still moving forward silently.
The rice grows from the sea of rice, and suddenly it is rustling.
A hurricane came out of the iron sword and roared wildly above the sea of rice.
The wooden sword hangs in the air in front of Ye Su, blown by the hurricane and keeps throwing up and down.
In the violent sea of rice, it is like an inconspicuous boat.
The boat has no power, and it sways in the stormy waves with the power of the sea of rice and the wind of swords.
No matter how big the waves are or how wild the wind is, the boat never sinks, appearing and falling between the black sea water and the white waves, sinking and floating.
The moment before, the boat sank into the cold seabed of death.
A moment later, the boat floated on the surface of the sea and saw the blue sky of life.
Because this boat has no deck and no cabin.
This boat is a wooden sword.
A wooden sword is the simplest piece of wood.
In the ocean of life and death, the wooden sword floated aimlessly.
It does not seek to survive or die.
Even life and death cannot be affected by it.
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I don't know how long it took.
The wind gradually stopped, the rice sea gradually calmed, and nothing seemed to happen.
Only the newly born seedlings in the rice fields are proving something.
Ye Su reached out to the air on the rice fields and caught several grains of rice.
The rice that was first peeled from the new rice was very full, burned by the sun until it was browned, and it was filled with sweetness.
He picked up a grain of rice with his fingers and put it into his lips.
He chewed slowly, and a smile appeared on his face. There was a real smell in it.
"More than ten years ago, I traveled around the country, thinking that I had seen through the barrier of life and death, and I had no fear ever since. What I thought was the point of the sword, and the sword heart was clear..."
Ye Su sprinkled the remaining grains of rice in his palm into the rice fields and said with a smile: "If it were me at that time, I would definitely take it and I would definitely lose."
"It was not until a few years ago that I was facing the sunshine in the sky and stabbed the Great Master in the sky with the intent of the Qingjing sword, and I realized that I was very wrong."
Ye Su's smile gradually faded and he said calmly: "Because my sword that thought I had already penetrated life and death did not stab the Great Mr. At all. Even the water in the pool did not stir up a trace."
"Because the eldest gentleman was reading a book while sitting by the pond, he didn't even read my sword. He didn't even think about it. Then I realized that... seeing through life and death means not being able to see through it."
"Later, I went to Chang'an City and lived in a dilapidated Taoist temple for a long time. I watched the Taoist temple collapse and the rain eaves of the neighbors break. I no longer feel outside the world, but in the world,
I started to build rain eaves for the neighbors and practice Taoist temples with bricks and tiles before I understood the principle of breaking and rebuilding.”
Ye Su looked at the blood on the edge of the rice field and said, "Blood represents death, but the watered field is extremely fertile. The bleeding rice will grow on this field, which will surely be very delicious next year."
"Destroy and then rebirth, and so endlessly, this is life."
“There is no death in the world.”
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The second senior brother looked at him standing in the rice field and suddenly said, "I'm dead."
Ye Su said: "I admit it, but at least within the time range of you and me, there is no death."
The second senior brother said, "In your concept, life and death are there, how can you break it?"
"What Buddhism and Taoism pursue is the final great peace."
Ye Su said: "The purpose of exploring life and death is to calm down. However, I now understand that death is eternity and life is luck. There are great sorrow and joy in the meantime. Why should we be calm?"
"That kind of calm is false."
"Before life and death, sadness or joy should be followed, and that is the real thing."
"This is my current view of life and death."
"This view of life and death is very simple. It seems to have no power, but there is no external force that can be broken."
"Whether it's your iron sword or anything else."
After hearing this, the second senior brother was silent for a moment and said, "You are close to the truth."
Ye Su said: "I haven't yet attained enlightenment."
The second senior brother said, "However, your current way is deviated from the way of Haotian."
Ye Su said: "The Tao is in the heart of heaven, or the Tao that Haotian made me realize is like this."
The second senior brother said, "If Haotian said that your Tao is not Tao, what should you do?"
Ye Su looked at the rice scattered around her feet and the green seedlings growing in the soil. She was silent for a long time, then slowly raised her head and said calmly: "I still have my sword."
He reached out to the golden sea of rice.
Hold the wooden sword.
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Everyone has their own way.
This has nothing to do with faith and does not mean impiety.
But people like Ye Su will inevitably embark on their own path.
The second senior brother’s problem is a real problem.
Ye Su's answer is also a real answer.
He is ready.
This represents a shocking fact.
If Haotian agrees with his words, he will remain pious.
If Haotian disagrees with his way, he still has a sword.
Because the tree has been completed, he is willing to be the fool who carves the boat and asks for the sword.
Ye Su is a genius of the Taoist sect and the most determined believer in Haotian, otherwise the master of the spectator would not have accepted him as his disciple.
No one knows when he has changed like this.
Is it on the snow peak in the wasteland, or in the small Taoist temple in Chang'an City?
Anyway, he held his own sword.
This sword dares to ask the sky.
How powerful that should be.
Now, he is still a believer of Haotian.
Walking in Taoist sect.
His sword doesn't need to be asked about the sky.
Instead, I came to ask you.
Can Junmo be able to handle it?
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(Shake your head, it's too difficult to write, it's too difficult to write recently, my IQ is really urgent... I frowned and grabbed my hair and wrote hard. I hope everyone feels it's still successful. There is still a chapter.) {Pihuan Astronomy
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