As for the origin of Shattering Sky Knife, Xiang Yu asked himself and couldn’t explain clearly.
In the land of death in the north, Xiang Yuwen lost his beloved, and was injured by his father when he returned home. He was completely heartbroken. Later, he had to go to the land of death again, hoping to see his sweetheart again, but in the vast wasteland, he went there.
To find the former lover again?
The wasteland was thousands of miles away, and his eyes were full of devastation. Xiang Yuwen was in great mourning and cried loudly until he was hoarse. The sky-breaking knife fell from the void and hit Xiang Yuwen on the head. Someone was knocked unconscious on the spot. Waiting for him to wake up slowly,
Only to find that Shattering Sky Knife had arrogantly claimed its master...
Luo Yan was speechless. Why did he feel that this experience was so similar to the scene when he and Ling'er met?
There are nine styles in total of Shattering Sky Knife. The styles are exquisite, either extremely complex or extremely simple, but they all have a touching and breathtaking beauty. According to Xiang Yuwen, the sword manual was also smashed down at the same time. Fortunately, there was no one else at the time.
Otherwise, I will be robbed.
In the remaining days, Luo Yan did not do anything else. He just held the sword and communicated with the sword spirit all day long. Cangkong once told Luo Yan that generally high-level weapons have a certain degree of autonomy, which people call
"Spiritual consciousness", and spiritual consciousness can be warmed and nourished. It is said that a martial saint once warmed and nourished the soul of the long sword he carried with him, and the long sword itself successfully advanced to a quasi-magical weapon! Unfortunately, this
It’s just that the project of nourishing spiritual consciousness is huge and time-consuming, and few people can live to the day it succeeds.
The Shattering Sky Knife's spiritual sense can also identify people's emotions. It is obviously of a high level, but it is still far away from the soul of the weapon. Xiang Yuwen also doesn't know what level this knife is. He only knows that it is easy to use and it is very satisfying.
With the understanding of the Shattering Sky Knife, Luo Yan's understanding of life and death became more and more profound. The source of Luo Yan's sadness was death. He didn't know if the Shattering Sky Knife would still be willing to fight when he really got out of this evil barrier of sorrow.
acknowledge Him as Lord
A few days later, the autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves were like butterflies. Luo Yan stood on the top of the forest and looked into the distance. He couldn't help but let out a long roar. The sky is huge. As long as he has the strength, where can't he go?
It’s like life, it’s like death, my fate is up to me and not up to God!
Life is as short as a mayfly, but you still know how to cherish it, let alone humans?
Misfortunes are where blessings depend, and blessings are where misfortunes lie. The extreme of life is the beginning of the decline of life; and the extreme of death is not the beginning of the rise of life. How can we know that everything has its opposite, so how can we know that it cannot be transformed?
As Luo Yan felt relieved, the originally withered autumn scenery became colorful and mature.
Putting his worries aside, Luo Yan hurried to the bamboo house briskly, but he didn't realize that the dead grass under his feet had begun to turn green, although it was not obvious yet...
Ah Bu, who was following behind, opened his mouth. Although he had not signed a contract with Luo Yan, he was already familiar with his master and was keenly aware that Luo Yan's soul had actually recovered, and his soul power had also increased a lot!
"Old man, I have nothing to understand about life and death for the time being. What should we understand next?" Luo Yan walked into the bamboo house briskly.
Xiang Yuwen and Cangkong, who were drinking, were shocked. Although Luo Yan was not completely transformed today, he was full of energy and full of vitality between his brows. He was no longer as sad as before!
The two of them rushed in front of him, each grabbed a wrist, and examined it carefully for a long time. They both felt strange that their strength had not increased much, but the flow of Yuanli was smooth and smooth.
feel!
Cang Kong wondered: "Apprentice, what's wrong with you?"
Luo Yan shrugged: "I don't know. Anyway, after watching Master Xiang's sword dance that day, I felt very sad. Then after communicating with Suikong Dao, I cried a lot and felt much better. Then I felt
I had some ideas in my mind, so I went to the top of the mountain and stood there to watch the scenery... That's all..." Luo Yan swallowed and took a step back quietly - the green eyes of the two masters were too scary
!
"Unfair!" After a long time, Cang Kong, who had stared for a long time, roared, and said angrily, "I have been thinking about this problem for so long, why can you just watch the dance, cry, and climb the mountain to solve it?
!”
Luo Yan rolled his eyes, dug out "Taixu Secret Record" and went back to study it.
The problem of life and death is too profound. Naturally, Luo Yan has not completely solved it. He has only solved part of it, and he understands it clearly. When he thinks of the tragic death of the people around him, Luo Yan still can't help but feel sad.
What really makes Luo Yan happy is that the Shattering Sky Knife has not left him, but has become closer to his soul. This makes Xiang Yuwen feel very unhappy.
Since then, disasters have continued in the bamboo forest. Either someone merged with water and fire and made a mess, or soft water and hard stones kept colliding, and then extremely hot fire and extremely cold ice appeared alternately... In short, it never stopped for a moment.
One morning half a year later, a long sigh suddenly came from the bamboo forest, and the strong aroma of wine penetrated Luo Yan's nostrils.
Luo Yan stood up from the bamboo bed, took some clothes, opened the door and walked out. The fog had not dispersed in the forest. In the early morning light, Luo Yan saw a man in white sitting lonely on a piece of bluestone, with his hand in his hand.
Still holding a jar of wine, he was drinking wine in silence
"Master, didn't the old man forbid you to drink again? Why did you drink again?" Luo Yan was scolding behind him. Xiang Yuwen had been getting worse and worse in the past six months.
He ran away, but later gave up and drank alcohol all day long, eventually destroying his own body. According to Cang Kong, if Xiang Yuwen hadn’t had Emperor Wu’s body and bones, he would have gone to the underworld to report eight hundred years ago.
Cang Kong prescribed medicine for him to recuperate, but every time he poured out the medicine out of boredom and continued to drink. Cang Kong mixed the medicine into the wine again. He also said that the former was not good at craftsmanship and ruined the taste of the wine. Later,
Cang Kong gave him the spiritual grass and asked him to brew it himself, but found that he only wasted it...
"What else can I do if I don't drink? I can't do what I want to do, and I can't find what I want to find." As he said this, Xiang Yuwen poured a jar of wine into his mouth, stood up with the empty jar, and wandered back to his room to refill.
Gone to sleep
Looking at the brightening morning light, Luo Yan took a long breath. His strength has been completely restored. Now he is the junior Qingyuan. With the fifth-level Nether Wolf, he can still fight even if he encounters an opponent one level higher.
Don’t be afraid!
It’s just that Cangkong didn’t unlock the last restriction on his spiritual veins for him. A certain old man smiled slyly: “Apprentice, it’s not advisable to be steady in the early stage. When your strength surpasses my old man, you can rush away by yourself! This is also a treat for you.