[Shuangyang] Swordsman

"What is Tao?"

"My swordsmanship is great, and Chunyang is invincible, but I don't know what Tao is, and my cultivation base can no longer be advanced."

"Shanshi Daoist said, I grew up on the mountain and never set foot in the world of mortals. How can I escape from the Tao?"

"Then I want to see what this flashy world can teach me the word 'Tao'!"

This is the No. 20 years that Yi Lingling has stayed in Chunyang.

He was covered in snow, standing at the gate of Chunyang Palace with his hands behind his back, the wind and snow had already dyed his shoulders and temples white, and behind him was an ordinary refined iron sword.

His appearance is not stunning, but he has an extraordinary temperament that ordinary Chunyang disciples do not have. His figure is tall and straight, and he has a towering posture. He smiles with the cedar and the cliff behind him, which makes people feel inaccessible. .

He looked at the master who was seeing him off at the door, his thin lips slightly opened his mouth, but first he smiled with a hint of coldness: "Master, just send it here, the unworthy apprentice has to go."

The master has white beard and hair, looked at his youngest and most stubborn apprentice, shook his head, and sighed: "Ling'er, I have calculated that your trip will be a catastrophe, and your life is at stake. Do you still want to go down the mountain to prove the Tao?"

The corners of Yi Lingling's lips raised slightly: "If you can't break it, you can't stand it. Master, I would rather go and see what can restrain me in this world of mortals that I haven't stepped on, than not being able to understand it, and living this mortal life on the mountain."

There are so many cultivators, but Lu Zu is the only one who has become a celestial being from Chunyang. There are many things needless to say, and this disciple of mine is really stubborn.

The master was speechless, turned around with his hands behind his back, and waved his hands: "When your life is at stake, remember to come back."

Yi Lingling lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowed respectfully to his master, got up again, and fell down Mount Hua with one sword and one sword in the wind and snow, but never looked back.

An Shi Rebellion.

The cold words in the history books are behind the country's ruin and family destruction and homelessness.

When Yi Lingling arrived in Luoyang, what he saw was a bloody sky and corpses strewn across the fields.

The tattered banners were still fluttering on the battlefield filled with smoke, and some soldiers were counting the corpses, those of their own people and those of the Spike Army.Their faces are already covered with soot, and they can't see their faces clearly, but they can still see the numbness in their eyes—it's my brother who died today, will it be me tomorrow?The brutal war has been going on for so long, more or less soldiers are used to life and death, or death.

When Yi Lingling, dressed in white and holding a sword, walked across the battlefield, the busy soldiers all looked up at him.

He smiled at the soldiers, nodded slightly, barely touching the ground, and quickly walked across the bloody battlefield.

Taoist priests of Chunyang Palace—the soldiers bowed their heads and went about their business again.

In this war-torn era, only places like Chunyang Palace could have such clean and tidy people.

That group of god-like characters—seeing them ask the gods all day long, are there really gods in the world?

However, if there are such merciful figures, how can the current hell on earth exist?

Yi Lingling walked for a while, picked a big tree that was far away from the battlefield, swayed it up, and meditated with his eyes closed under the cover of branches and leaves.

He has been down the mountain for two months.

After leaving Huashan Mountain and walking all the way from Chang'an, Yi Lingling saw many tragedies in the world where families were broken up and people died. They were either white-haired people giving away black-haired people, or separation of flesh and blood, which is heartbreaking.

This is his first time in the world.

In the past, on the mountain, he lived a life of pure heart and asceticism. The most difficult thing was practicing swordsmanship—compared with the situation at the bottom of the mountain, he was too ignorant of the sufferings of the world.He suddenly understood that what Taoist Shanshi said was true.If you have never even seen these sufferings, how can you talk about detachment and enlightenment?

In this world of mortals, there is something worth exploring.

Yi Lingling adjusted his breath well, patted the floating dust on the hem of his clothes, and continued to walk forward slowly.

He wasn't in a hurry - there was nothing urgent about it, he just walked around like this and looked at the scenery in the world.As for returning to the mountain, I don't think it will take decades, or several years, so I don't care much.Whenever he came to a town that was relatively peaceful, he would write a letter to his master, so as not to worry about his old man. After all, his master had raised him for 20 years, and he was the longest apprentice.

Sitting in the war-torn Luoyang teahouse, he politely asked the proprietress for a pen and paper.Seeing that he was polite and dressed as a disciple of Chunyang, Zhao Yunrui of course agreed.Yi Lingling took a sip of tea, spread out the letter, briefly explained his location and situation, sealed it and handed it to the messenger.

As soon as he negotiated the postage with the courier and handed over the letter, he heard a noise from the teahouse behind him, accompanied by the clash of knives and guns.Yi Lingling turned around, and happened to meet a pair of cold eyes.

It was a boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but there was a biting coldness in his eyes.The boy was tied up by the Spike Army, in a state of distress, his face was covered in blood.The Spike Army threw him on the ground and forced him to kneel down. The boy refused, and the moment he was forcibly pushed down, Yi Lingling heard a muffled groan. Probably the boy was in extreme pain, and he didn't know that his bones were not broken.

Some of the people in the teahouse were pointing and talking in low voices, and some almost buried their heads in the tea bowls as if they hadn’t seen anything. Word.

Yi Lingling lowered his head, and his hand was lightly pressed on the sword beside him.

Zhao Yunrui glanced at him, then covered his mouth with his hand as if frightened by the Spike Army, took a small step back, and pinned his hand right in front of him.

Yi Lingling looked up at her, but the teahouse owner's expression was very calm, and she only used her eyes to signal him not to act rashly.

"Master Taoist." She said in a voice that only two people could hear, "There are many people with mixed eyes, so don't act recklessly."

Before Yi Lingling could speak, he heard Wolf Fang, who seemed to be the leader, shout loudly: "Little bastard, how dare you hurt your grandpa! Come on, everyone carry him back to the camp. This thin-skinned and tender meat is roasted and eaten." Just right!"

The broken ordinary iron sword was thrown aside, a wolf tooth soldier was covering his arm, his mouth was not clean, it should be injured by this boy.

"He was robbed in a nearby town. I've seen him." The proprietress of the teahouse whispered, "I didn't see his parents... hey." No more words.

In just a few words, the Spike Army had already tied up the man, dragged him behind the horse, tried to make the horse take two steps, and seeing the young man's painful expression, they all laughed, and prepared to drag him all the way back to the camp.

"It's a little far away to go to the Wolf Fang Camp."

After Zhao Yunrui said this, he walked away to receive the tea guests again, and stood there with a smile as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Yi Lingling also paid her the tea money and left like an ordinary tea drinker.

Leng Shuanghan thought that he would die today.

The town was plundered by Langya, and his parents were hacked to death by Langya. Relying on some superficial kung fu, he resisted a little, but after stabbing a Spike soldier, he was caught by the mad Langya.

Stumbling on the ground, Spike's horse is not slow, but it is controlled at the limit that can drag him to death and cause him maximum pain.After turning a corner, he was thrown on a protruding rock again. The young man knew without thinking that his back must be completely blue now.

If you die, just be reunited with your parents, Leng Shuanghan closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

The sound of horseshoes kicking in my ears, the Spikes were still cursing, saying obscene and obscene words one after another, the frail young man was about to come to a tragic end.

But at this moment, he heard the wind, neither light nor heavy, neither far nor near, but after the faint wind, the voice of the wolf tooth soldier disappeared!

Leng Shuanghan opened his eyes abruptly.

He has practiced swords before, it was not the sound of wind, but the sound of swords!

Disciple Chunyang cut off the rope that bound him with a sword, and the horse ran away neighing. The man stabbed the sword into the heart of the wolf-toothed soldier who fell from the horse, and then kicked away the wolf-like soldier.

This is the last surviving spike soldier.In just an instant, he cleaned up the original seven or eight wolf teeth, he didn't even hear a hum, and the blood didn't even splash on his clothes, it just dripped on the ground along the blood groove on the sword.

And he seemed disgusted, and wiped the sword with the clothes of Spike's corpse on the ground.

The Chunyang disciple just looked at him, then he swung his sword casually and cut the rope on his body, put the sword back into its sheath, and was about to leave just like that.

Leng Shuanghan didn't think much, and threw herself to hug his leg.

I just saw the sword of this Chunyang disciple, it's just a refined iron sword, it's the same style as the sword he was broken by the wolf's fang, it's nothing more than ordinary.He has also learned swords for a few days, so he knows a little - generally speaking, there are only two kinds of people who can use this kind of swords, one is just beginning to learn swords, and the other is a master.

And those who have mastered swordsmanship will have collected many legendary weapons that are famous all over the world.The master of swordsmanship who uses the fine iron sword is more arrogant than the master - because the swordsmanship has long been in the heart, and he doesn't care about external things, even a branch can kill someone.

This pure yang disciple is obviously this kind of person.

He wanted to learn swordsmanship and didn't want to miss this opportunity.

But the injuries from being beaten and dragged by Langya were too severe, before he could speak, he passed out, but before he fainted, he tightly hugged the pure Yang disciple's leg and didn't let go.

The next day, Langya issued an arrest notice for a Chunyang disciple and a thin young man.The wound on the corpse can be seen even by the blind, it is pure Yang swordsmanship, and it is Taixu sword intent, which can cause such close combat wounds.

Zhao Yunrui didn't say anything after reading it, but just smiled and watched them post the notice beside the teahouse.

After posting the notices, they still have to go door-to-door to search, especially at traffic points, where they have to guard.This was not an easy job, they only posted notices and left in a hurry without saying anything.

After Langya left, a tea guest dressed as a beggar gang stood up and paid Zhao Yunrui the tea money as usual.

That night, all the notices in Luoyang were painted in a mess by someone, and the original appearance of the two people could not be seen clearly.

At this time, a grain truck that had set off from the teahouse to Yangzhou the day before was carrying two passengers.Yi Lingling meditated with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. The young man who had been changed into a pure Yang Taoist robe lay beside him, still not awake.

The carriage was bumpy and the mountain road was rough.The boy hit his head on the car board, and the pain caused him to open his eyes instantly.

He woke up.

The author has something to say:

[It's all nonsense, you don't need to read it, it's just that I haven't coded for a long time, I'm a little excited and want to chat a few words]

It's 9102, and Xianyu hasn't written an article for four or five months, so while I have time recently, I dragged a 16-year-old fresh pit from the pit to practice. Fill it in the same way.

Nianxia (although there may not necessarily be related descriptions), Shuangjianchun (both sheep, Jianqi is as delicious as Shuangjianchun and Shuangqichun).

The older curious baby is Lingling. He used to live too white paper and only had swords in his mind. After going down the mountain, his biggest hobby is all kinds of cheap things. The first cheap thing he did was to pick up a cheap apprentice (although it was confiscated) apprentice, so it is a false master and apprentice).

The pitiful, weak and helpless Leng Shuanghan was fished out by Yi Lingling under the horseshoes of the Spike Army.The biggest hobby is master and sword. I have been eager to officially become a teacher, but the flag of the conditions for apprenticeship comes first. Yi Lingling has not proved the Tao and will not accept apprentices ╮(╯▽╰)╭

During the update period of this article, there will always be one day's worth of manuscripts (3000 words), and 6170 words will be saved at the beginning of the update, which is 0 manuscripts, and the update will look at the face...but it will not be cheated, because it is destined not to be too long, years ago It should be possible to finish it, get the lunch early and celebrate the New Year early~

By the way, about other pits, it seems that there are still people squatting (can they really see here):

The two articles of Zhenhun Tongren, the second one will not be updated anymore, it has been locked, the first one is kept, there will be no new episodes, the second article on Lofter will be deleted after a while, the reason There is no time, and the world view is too chaotic, out of the fan category;

The romance "Ming Ye" actually has close to 10 saved manuscripts, but due to some considerations, it will not be unlocked and updated until the entire book is finished or special circumstances occur;

The Huayang of "Bamboo Shoots" Fanwaiwu will not cheat, but there is only an outline, the text is 0 words, I need time;

"Falling Immortal" intends to change the original story by others, anyway, there is only an outline at present;

A new original article will be updated after the next year. The number of words is not long. The 15-year-old article is still short of an ending, and it has not yet been revised (it was written four years ago so badly).

_(:з」∠)_About 8 like this!May be a bit long-winded Ha!It's been a long time since I've been bubbling, so I have to explain...