Ninty-eighth palms fingering years are just like a knife
(Second update, please collect!)
When sacrificing the sword tower, Zhang Yan, Ma Chong, and even Xue's sister and brother all took up a sword knowledge of their own under the consent of Qingyi, but Xue Huaibei did not. It's not that the injury he suffered while hunting in the jungle has not healed, nor is it that he is unwilling, but that he will not allow it.
Qingyi only said, "You are not suitable for you to absorb sword knowledge now" and rejected him.
Xue Huaibei initially thought it was caused by his injury, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.
At this time, he still knelt on the ground with a respectful expression and gently shook his head, "The younger generation doesn't know."
Qingyi stared coldly in his eyes and said slowly, "It's a good thing that you have a deep nature, but you do whatever you can to get to power, but it's extremely unpleasure."
Xue Huaibei was stunned, his expression changed, and he fell into silence.
Zhang Yan witnessed this scene and couldn't help sighing in his heart.
He was indeed a little uncomfortable with Xue Huaibei's series of actions just now. He believed that everyone present would have this feeling. For the position of a patriarch, Xue Huaibei did not hesitate to determine Xue Heng as a thief in the name of Qingyi. He took advantage of the situation to deter Xue's children and successfully regain the position of patriarch in a moment. His method of killing him was obviously disgraceful and too urgent.
It can be seen from the tone of Qingyi that he is very disgusted with Xue Huaibei's method of borrowing his name. I'm afraid Xue Huaibei didn't expect this result, right?
After that, no one said anything. Zhang Yan and others left the Xue clan with Qingyi and went to the sword tower.
In the process, Xue Huaibei has been kneeling on the ground without saying a word.
The next day, the whole city of Wanyuan City was shocked.
Ten high-level swordsmen, including patriarch Lian Qiong and Qiu Haoyun, fell together.
The power of a sword in green clothes, pouring out the whole city!
The turbulent Wanyuan City has finally ushered in the long-awaited silence, but the pattern of major forces is changing sharply.
There is no doubt that the Xue family has become the biggest winner.
What is particularly fascinating is that the Xue family has changed to a new owner, and everyone is speculating that all this is due to the new owner.
The discussion about Xue Huaibei has become the hottest topic in Wanyuan City.
No matter how these things happened, and no matter who got the greatest benefit in this matter, millions of swords in Wanyuan City were eventually spared the storm of battle. They returned to the garden from outside the sword tower and began their own life.
Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.
These people living at the grassroots level may not think of this, but their practices have already reflected this truth.
Perhaps, in their hearts, the big things are not enough to save their lives and extend their lives.
Of course, after all this, they are even more grateful to the Lord Qingyi who has guarded Wanyuan City for nearly a thousand years.
Because of humbleness, I am grateful.
No contradiction.
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Zhang Yan didn't know all this. After he followed Qingyi back to the Sword Tower, he told him to explain something, walked into his room and began to retreat.
Close the barrier!
He did not participate in a series of battles on Xue's blue sky and white clouds, but he felt that he had gained a lot.
Qingyi's personal guidance of swordsmanship is one of them, and the accidental acquisition of twelve Yuanying that have been erased of their minds is also one of them, and there are many others, but these are not important.
The important thing is that his swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck, and he almost broke the window paper and peeped into a wider world.
He needs to digest too many things. After absorbing 5,000 sword knowledge from the sword tower, he has been busy until now. Instead of understanding a sword knowledge, he has absorbed a lot of new things. If you don't absorb and digest it, I'm afraid there will be a risk of swelling and death.
In this way, the journey of practice is actually similar to eating. The road has to go step by step, and the meal needs to be eaten one by one bite. No one can eat into a fat man, right?
Zhang Yan has stuffed too many things in the past few days. Of course, it will take more time to digest them.
For this reason, it has to be closed.
Closed for a long time...
A lot of things happened during Zhang Yan's retreat.
The first year of closure.
Li Ci, the eldest son of Li, who won the first place in spring hunting, knelt in front of the sword tower.
The young man who left a trace of demon when ingesting sword knowledge once asked to follow Zhang Yan's side, but was rejected by Zhang Yan. In the first year of Zhang Yan's retreat, he came to the sword tower and knelt down.
Kneeling for a long time, almost the whole Wanyuan City knew that there was such a famous person, but no one knew why he did this, why he silently experienced the hot sun and did not get up.
Like a stone statue, he became the most unique scenery in front of the sword tower and the most pious pilgrim to the sword tower.
......
The third year of retreat.
The mysterious little girl Xia Xiwei was picked up by a group of mysterious people who sacrificed herself to the sword tower.
Tsing Yi did not stop it or send it off.
When she left, the little girl laughed and cried. She told her sister Xuerou to see each other again in two years.
Xue Lou just curled his lips about this.
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The sixth year of retreat.
Xue Rou woke up from self-cultivation, and she already had the cultivation of building a foundation for great perfection, and there are faint signs of breakthrough in these days.
At this moment, Qingyi found her, followed by a group of mysterious people who picked up Xia Xiwei three years ago. Xue Rou remembered them.
Then, she was picked up and went to a mysterious place to meet the little girl Xia Xiwei.
The night before leaving, Xue Rou and her brother Xue Lou talked all night, looked at Zhang Yan's room and left silently.
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The thirteenth year of retreat.
Qingyi walked out of the sacrificial sword tower and led Li Ci, who knelt on the ground and described as withered, into the sacrificial sword tower.
Three days later, Li Ci walked out of the sacrificial pagoda again and knelt before the sacrificial pagoda again. It was as old and motionless as a rock.
The 19th year of closure.
The group of mysterious people came to the Sword Tower again. They came to pick up the snow tower because her sister missed him very much in that mysterious place.
The snow building didn't leave, fought in the room all night, and was stubborn.
Qingyi waved his palm, stunned the snow tower, and then said a word to the leaders of the group of mysterious people.
"This is a good seedling. Don't treat him badly."
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The 26th year of closure.
There was a rare heavy snowfall in Wanyuan City. Among the colorful goose feathers, a foreigner walked into Wanyuan City with a bag on his back. He looked at the sacrificial tower and stroked his palms and laughed.
After that, the stranger took out a painting and gave it to Qingyi.
Only one red bead was drawn on the painting.
It was also in this year that Ma Chong entered the late Jindan period.
Qing Yi nod his head and approving.
Ma Chong's dark face smiled.
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The 38th year of isolation.
Qingyi walked out of the sword tower without a trace.
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Forty-third year of retreat.
Li Ci fainted to the ground, and he was as thin as a lamp.
At this time, Lord Qingyi, who had left for five years, came back and silently took Li Ci into the sacrificial tower.
Ten days later, Li Ci knelt in front of the sword tower again.
Lord Qingyi stood in front of the door and said coldly, "How can you get rid of the heart demon if you are so stubborn?"
In this year, the day and dark clouds covered the sky in Wanyuan City, and thunder gathered in front of the sword tower.
Zhang Yanchong Guan Yuanyingjie.
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Fifth year of retreat.
The whole Yanzhou launched an all-out war against neighboring Zhongzhou under the leadership of the Fire Sword Cliff.
Mingxuan Sword Mansion led 300,000 swordsmen to the battlefield.
The number of people in Wanyuan City has decreased, and the streets and alleys have been depressed.
Zhang Yan broke through the barrier.
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Closed is actually a very common thing for monks. There are closed life and death, closed speech and self-cultivation, and closed and empty.
The purpose of retreat is generally to digest the gains or to transform themselves with the power of time.
Zhang Yan was closed. He indeed cut off the eight winds in his ears, abandoned the six worlds in his heart, and was ignorant of 50 years of wind and rain.
He was even stunned that 50 years of time would pass quietly after sitting cross-legged.
Fifty years, more than twice his age, and it is also the longest retreat since his practice. Many personnel changes have also taken place in the whole Wanyuan City, with small vicissitudes of life.
For ordinary people, this number must be the year of white hair. The grandson can flirt with the girl next door, and even the great-grandson can carry an oil bottle to make soy sauce...
Fifty years, really long.
But for monks, this is just a small handful of the journey of life, and it is not worth sighing. The road is long, and there are still many wonderful things waiting on the road. The end may be far away, but it will never die on the way. Especially for monks above the Jindan period, most of them can die normally, or die from enemy killing, or from cultivation, or from disaster...
Fortunately, Zhang Yan did not encounter these things.
He just sighed helplessly and was heartbroken for the blink of fifty years.
I can't wait to leave the heart of the world of swords.
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Zhang Yan sat under the glazed tiles outside the sword tower, with sparks in the distance and bright stars above his head.
Ma Chong sat aside and counted what had happened in the past 50 years.
The people who left, interesting things, sad laughter melted into the light wind and disappeared into the night under the bright starlight.
Finally, the horse rushed out a piece of cloth and handed it to Zhang Yan, "This is left by Xuelou."
Open it casually, and the tortuous and difficult lines are embroidered with red silk. This is a map that records the interior of Senluo Sword Prison.
Zhang Yan carefully put it into the storage bag and sighed softly, "Where on earth did they go?"
Ma Chong shook his head and hesitated, "Maybe Lord Qingyi knows."
Zhang Yan was silent for a moment and gently exhaled a turbid breath, "We have to find them. I promised their father to take them to their hometown..."
After Ma Chong left, Zhang Yan sat alone in the intoxicating night breeze, silently thinking about his thoughts. But suddenly found that there was a man kneeling in front of the sword tower in the distance.
The man seemed to be thin with only a wide skeleton, his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken, unkempt, and his dirty hair and beards were entangled and covered the floor.
Zhang Yan roughly understood that this person should be Li Ci mentioned in Ma Chong's mouth. Ma Chong said that this person had been kneeling here for 50 years, and Qingyi could not persuade him to see Zhang Yan.
Amazing and absurd complex emotions surged into his mind. Zhang Yan still remembered the situation of rejecting Li Ci that day, but he didn't expect that his refusal made him kneel here for 50 years!
Five years of cold and heat, the wind and snow invaded her body. Li Ci has persisted to this day, just to see herself. This made Zhang Yan feel guilty.
He stood up and was about to walk towards Li Ci. But I don't know when Qingyi has stood in the shadow behind him.
Qingyi handed over a picture scroll and then asked, "How many Yuanying did you use?"
Zhang Yan was stunned and immediately replied, "six."
"Not bad." Qingyi nodded and turned away.
Zhang Yan touched his nose in astonishment and shouted when the figure in blue was about to melt into the night, "What is this thing?"
"A barbarian from the east gave it to you." The cold voice of Qingyi came quietly.
East?
Manzi?
Zhang Yan touched his head and was confused.
He slowly opened the picture scroll, and his eyes contracted a little.
When he saw the content of the picture scroll clearly, he was completely dull.
The four corners of the painting are all blank, and only a bead is drawn in the center, a red fist-sized bead.
PS: I was turned away again, and I felt very uncomfortable. Don't think so much, stick to it to the end and insist on finishing what you want to write. I have no regrets, and I am worthy of the brothers who read this book.