Chapter 3 Sword Dance

Late at night.

Qingyun Mountain, Xiaozhu Peak.

The sky is dark, there is no moon and stars, and the boundless darkness covers the small bamboo peak. Lu Xueqi, dressed in white, stood alone on the platform of the back mountain of Xiaozhufeng.

The platform here is actually the most famous place on Xiaozhu Peak. It is listed as one of the six views of Qingyun, along with the "Sea of Clouds" and "Hongqiao" on the Qingyun Mountain and Tongtian Peak.

The back mountain of Xiaozhu Peak is also full of dense bamboo forests, but unlike the "black bamboo" on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak, Xiaozhu Peak is rich in another kind of strange bamboo - tear bamboo. This kind of bamboo is green in color, and its body is slender and long, which is nearly twice as small as ordinary bamboo, but the bamboo is extremely tough. It is known as the first in the world, and ordinary woodcutters can't cut it off. But the most famous place of the tear bamboo is on the green bamboo body of the bamboo, covered with little pink spots, like the sad tears of a gentle woman, which is extremely beautiful.

And the origin of Xiaozhufeng's name also comes from this.

As for the platform, it is actually a cliff hanging alone in mid-air. Except for the second half connected to the mountain, most of it is suspended in the sky. It is said that on a bright moonlit night, the moonlight will slowly rise from the bottom of the mountain and slowly climb up to the platform, and the moment when the moonlight completely illuminates the platform, it is also the time when the moon is in the sky.

And the most beautiful time of the platform, that is, at that time, the moonlight will suddenly sprinkle brilliantly, shoot backwards from the smooth rock of the platform, illuminating the whole small bamboo peak in an instant, and the person standing on the platform at that moment is almost like standing in a fairyland; what's more, it is said that On the day of the full moon night when Jiazi just appeared, it would make people feel that they were standing on the bright moon. The excitement was really infinitely desirable.

However, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight. Obviously, it is not the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the moon. At this moment, not to mention the platform behind the small bamboo peak, even the place where the disciples of the front mountain live, it is also a black light. Obviously, everyone has already fallen asleep.

Only Lu Xueqi somehow came to this lonely and lonely place alone.

Tianyou, who never leaves her, is still behind her, gently emitting a soft blue light in the dark, illuminating some places around her. The night wind blew coldly and gently blew her dressed like snow-white clothes.

On the sideburns, there were a few soft hair, which was blown by the wind and brushed her white face, but she didn't seem to pay attention at all. She stood silently at the front of the platform cliff and stared into the distance.

The mountain wind gradually became strong, and her clothes began to dance in the wind.

Going further, it is a darkness, which is an abyss.

On the edge of the cliff, in the shimmering light, the woman in white stood alone.

Little by little, what is emerging in the deep heart? It was originally a gentle feeling, but how slowly it turned into sadness.

One, one, like an invisible blade, deeply pierced in my heart.

The traces engraved in the deep heart turned out to be a person's face.

acacia, carved bones...

When there was no one in the night, in a secluded place, she slowly opened her arms, and in front of her was boundless darkness, as if the sky and the earth were vast.

The wind was so fast that it rushed into her arms as if it was going to tear people apart. The darkness under her feet was suddenly ready to move. She stretched out her dark hand from an unknown place, wrapped around her body, and tried to pull her into the abyss.

It's just that she seemed to be crazy, just staring silently, the wind blowing her thin and fragile body at this moment, like a lily blooming in the dark.

The night is deep.

The inexplicable cold penetrated into every part of the skin of the body, only the mind, only the sudden heat in the mind, the tenderness deeply hidden in the deep heart suddenly burst out like a burning flame, and then condensed into--

A face.

"choking..."

A sharp sound suddenly sounded in the night and echoed far away.

The Tianye Sword came out of its sheath and burst into brilliant light in the dark. The white figure then rose and caught Tianya in mid-air. The warry mountain wind swept up, accompanied by the white figure, and began the beautiful sword dance on the platform.

The autumn water falls like a long sky, turning into a boundless galaxy, moving gently in the hands of fiber, running happily in the night. Sometimes it rushes to the sky, sometimes it falls to the ground, sometimes it turns into silver clothes, and misses the peerless face; sometimes it scatters into stars all over the sky, shining.

Lu Xueqi was on this platform, bit her lips deeply, closed her eyes, and her body seemed to float in the wind, like catkins, like cold flowers, dancing out of the sad and beautiful posture of the world.

She turned into a white floating light, used up all her strength, and her face was so pale, as if she saw faint sweat, but she didn't stop. Maybe she was tired to forget everything!

So she danced, dancing, the figure in the night, quiet and beautiful...

"Ding!"

With a soft crisp sound, the Tianyi Sword slowly fell from his hand. The sharp blade ignored the hard rock at all, and stabbed into the stone silently like thorny snow.

The brilliant and beautiful white figure gradually lowered, and the darkness surged up quietly.

Who is in the dark, breathing low?

There are drops of water, dripping gently and falling on the stone. Maybe it's sweat after fatigue?

She gasped gently, gasped, and then slowly calmed down. Her eyes were raised, but there was a faint mor.

I don't know when she danced to the back of the platform. There was a bamboo forest in front of her, and in front of her was a slender and gentle tear bamboo.

Under the faint light, little by little tears, like a woman who broke her heart.

She looked at it in a da aston, and then suddenly smiled and smiled silently, as if she had some bitterness. Then she sat on the ground regardless of the dust on the ground, regardless of her white clothes, and leaned her back against the tear bamboo.

Look up and look at the sky!

The sky is vast...

The night wind is blowing, as if there is a faint and familiar taste.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It turned out that after being tired, the face in his heart was more profound.

The past, bit by bit, seems to be engraved in my heart and can no longer be erased.

Just like that day outside the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house, he impulsively took her hand to save her and completely forgot his danger.

She still closed her eyes, but there was a faint smile on the corners of her mouth. Then, thinking, thinking...

It was not until I thought of the mysterious words that appeared around them at the last moment that I found that those words were deeply in my mind. Maybe you can forget him in this way?

She said to her heart like this. Although she didn't believe it herself, she still said it gently:

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a ruminant dog..."

In the middle of the night, the ancient words are like a magic spell, echoing in the dark.

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Qingyun Mountain to Tianfeng, ancestral ancestral temple.

The light in the hall was still a little dim as usual. The head of the Taoist Xuanzhen held three columns of incense in his hand, respectfully saluted the spiritual position of countless ancestors, and then took a step forward and inserted the sandalwood in his hand into the incense burner on the table.

beside him, there was only the depressed old man who took care of the ancestral temple. The dim yellow light shone on his face, and the wrinkles were as deep as if they were engraved on his face.

Dao Xuan turned his head, his eyes fell on his face, and suddenly said, "You seem to look a little older."

The old man was expressionless and said lightly, "The years are urging people to grow old. What's so strange?"

Dao Xuan smiled and seemed to want to say something. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, disciple Lin Jingyu is back. Come and say hello to the senior."

Dao Xuan frowned slightly and stopped without saying anything. The old man took a step slowly, but did not walk out of the ancestral hall. He only raised his voice and said, "It's you. When did you come back?"

Lin Jingyu said respectfully outside, "The disciple came back from the first day. After reporting to the head, he first went back to Long Shoufeng to meet the first brother. As soon as he was free, he came to visit the senior."

The old man also seemed to have a faint smile on his mouth and said, "Oh, that's it. Then wait outside first. I still have a guest here.

Lin Jingyu seemed to be stunned outside. In the past, no one had come to the ancestral temple. Unexpectedly, there were still guests today. However, he studied under this mysterious old man for ten years and had already respected him as a teacher. He immediately answered and waited quietly to go aside.

Dao Xuanzhen walked slowly for a few steps and stood in the shadow of the hall. From the gate, he saw Lin Jingyu carrying a dragon-killing sword in the warm sun. He was dressed in a long coat, tied with a jade belt around his waist, and his face was handsome. He stood respectfully on the side of the ancestral hall and waited patiently

He looked at it silently for a while and said, "This child is a good material. Regardless of qualification and heart, it is the best choice."

The old man looked a little slow. He walked to him, looked out and said, "Then why didn't you take him under your door?"

Dao Xuanzhen looked at Lin Jingyu standing outside the ancestral hall. The young man was heroic. No matter where he looked, he revealed such a vigorous vitality and forceful sharpness, which made people feel that he was different.

Dao Xuanzhen suddenly smiled, a very plain and plain smile, and then turned to the old man and said, "Because he is too much like a person, his temperament, expression, and even his qualifications are so similar to that person. If I were by my side, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

The muscles on the old man beside him suddenly twitched.

Dao Xuanzhen turned around, looked at him, and looked at him indifferently. After a long time, he suddenly shook his head and smiled, "I'm joking with you!" Before he finished speaking, he frowned, then stroked his chest and coughed a few times.

The old man looked at his chest, looked at Dao Xuanzhen's slightly pale face at this moment, and said lightly, "It's been ten years. Haven't you recovered from your injury?"

Dao Xuanzhen didn't say anything, but the cough gradually increased, and then his face gradually became ugly. After a long time, the cough slowly calmed down.

Dao Xuan Zhenren took a long breath, turned around, and no longer looked at Lin Jingyu outside the door. He walked to the spiritual platform dedicated to the spiritual throne of countless ancestors of Qingyunmen. He was stunned for a while, and then said quietly, "I didn't expect that the power of the 'Julxian Sword' was so powerful!"

The old man slowly came over, reached out to take a rag, and began to wipe it gently on the heavy table. He said, "The power of the Jade Dynasty Sword is so great. Coupled with the 'Zhu Xian Sword Array', it is irreversible. Such a fierce thing is against the will of God. When you use the Jade Dynasty

Dao Xuan Zhenren said lightly, "Of course, I know that above the stone tablet in the Huanyue Cave, from the ancestor of Qingye, the ancestors of all dynasties have left strict orders. If you have to, you can't use this sword!"

The old man slowly wiped the table, very slowly, as if he had been wiping like this for many years, that's why he was so focused. His eyes looked at the table, and suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I also thought that maybe if you use the ancient sword of Zhuxian a few more times, you may die faster than me."

Dao Xuanzhen looked at the old man's crooked back, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly contracted. After a while, he slowly turned around and walked out.

"Are you leaving?" The old man's desolate voice came from behind him.

Dao Xuanzhen stopped, but did not look back. After a moment, his voice slowly came: "Do you remember what I said when I saved you?"

The old man stood in the dark shadow and did not answer.

Daoxuan Zhenren did not look back. There seemed to be a strange atmosphere floating in the ancestral hall. For a long time, he only heard Dao Xuanzhen's voice faintly, "I saved you because I owe you, but I won't let you live longer than me!"

The old man's body was already hidden in the shadows and motionless. Dao Xuanzhen immediately went out and left the ancestral hall.

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Lin Jingyu was waiting patiently outside. Suddenly, he saw that the head of the real person came out of the ancestral temple. He was shocked and saluted quickly. Dao Xuanzhen looked at him, and there seemed to be some strange light in his eyes. Then he nodded and left.

Lin Jingyu saw the leader's real person leave. Somehow, when Dao Xuanzhen came out of the ancestral temple just now, he suddenly felt that the leader's real person's face seemed to be a little strangely pale.

Lin Jingyu was thinking to himself, but the old man's voice had come from the ancestral hall, and he said slowly, "Is it Jingyu? Come in."

Lin Jingyu quickly answered, "Yes." With that, he walked into the ancestral hall.

As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt a chill on his body, and at the same time, the surroundings were dark. He couldn't help frowning. For the past ten years, he has been following this mysterious old man here to take care of the ancestral temple, but from the day he came, he felt that the ancestral temple was very strange. It was always dark. However, it was not dark here, but it was lit before the spiritual throne of those ancestors. There are many incense candles, but the glit of these dim candles seems to exist only to set off the deeper darkness here, which can't get rid of the dark and even gloomy feeling in the hall.

However, after all, he has lived here for ten years, and he admires the old man standing in the shadows. He has not paid attention to the strange places here for a long time. At that moment, he respectfully saluted the old man's figure and said, "Senior, my disciple is back."

In the past ten years, Lin Jingyu has also wanted to call this old man a master more than once, but he was rejected by this mysterious old man without exception, so Lin Jingyu has always called him a senior. Anyway, seeing that even the head of the real man sometimes looks at the old man differently, I think he must have been the elder of Qingyun .

The old man smiled and came out of the shadow. He looked up and down at Lin Jingyu. Seeing that he went out for a few months, his face was a little frosty, but his whole body was more energetic. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his eyes. He said in harmony, "I went out this time, didn't you

Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "It's not that there are any injuries, but they are all minor injuries, which are not worth mentioning. It's a pity that he went to death this time and returned without success.

At present, he briefly talked about the battle of death. At this time, the news that the three sects of the Demon Sects destroyed the Changsheng Hall together in the infighting of the Demon Sect had spread all over the world. Lin Jingyu also listened to it on the way back, and at this moment, he also told the old man together.

However, the old man was obviously not very interested in the survival of Changshengtang. When he heard that one of the four major factions of the Demon Sect was destroyed, he didn't even change his face, but quietly listened to Lin Jingyu's words.

After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Do you think there are a large number of people going to the other three sects of the Demon Sect, including Wandumen?"

Lin Jingyu nodded and said, "Yes."

The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said, "Have you seen Cang Song?"

Lin Jingyu was shocked and stunned, but then he was silent, and his expression was extremely complicated. After a long time, he said, "No, senior."

The old man looked at his face and suddenly said, "Do you hate him?"

A trace of pain flashed in Lin Jingyu's eyes and slowly said, "I don't know, but good and evil are not reconciled. Anyway, even if we meet again, we are already irreversible enemies!"

"Humph!" The old man suddenly sneered.

Lin Jingyu was shocked and said, "Senior, what's wrong?"

The old man slowly shook his head, turned around, and looked up. What he saw was the countless spiritual positions of the ancestors of Qingyunmen. The dim candlelight before their spiritual positions seemed to be like their eyes, looking silently at the people in the ancestral hall.

"He raised you since he was a child, preached your Taoism, taught you to be a man, and finally passed on the dragon sword to you. Have you ever been sorry for you?" The old man suddenly said so lightly.

Lin Jingyu slowly shook his head and whispered, "He has always been very kind to me. I have been like admiring the gods in the past. I respect him like my father. But..."

Lin Jingyu didn't say any more, and the old man suddenly became silent. After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly, with endless sourness, and said in a low voice to the spiritual candles in front of him, "Actually, Cangsong is just a poor man who has gone the wrong way..."