Rujing

The morning light is twilight, and the vast sea of ​​clouds is rolling in. The cool wind blows over the sea, causing the waves to rise and fall.

Everyone's face was full of excitement, and their eyes were burning on the small reef and the figure standing on the reef.

It's the last day of the tenth year.

Not surprisingly, the only sword of the year is today!

Bring out the sword!Come out with your sword!Let us experience the sword intent that makes Mi Hai's wrath retreat three feet!

Bring out the sword!Come out with your sword!Let us experience this sword that took ten years of effort to swing!

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Unknowingly, the sun has already reached the headspace, and there are many figures by the Mihai seaside. Seeing that the elders of the master are not paying attention, some disciples lightly poked the arm of the little friend beside him, "Hey, tell me, this sword today Will it come out?"

"I don't know either. I heard from senior brother that that person hasn't even made a sword this year! I guess it will be today!" The disciple beside him looked expectant.God knows, they rushed to the beach every day like this, and it has lasted for 360 days!

The purpose is to wait for that person to strike a sword.

I heard that those senior brothers who came back with Senior Uncle Wen Yi last time, just saw that man's sword, they all made a breakthrough.

As sword cultivators, they certainly know how hard it is to find such an opportunity!

So even if you have to pay the price of abandoning sword practice and cultivation every day, you still have to wait for this sword!

Then I waited and waited, from early morning to noon, and from noon to evening, and then the dusk merged, the stars opened their eyes, and finally a sword light came from afar, piercing through the dark and thick clouds, and landed on Jiang Rujing Standing on the reef.

The person who came was dressed in travel and dust, his expression was a little tired, and even his originally blue and bright pupils became a little grayer.

Jiang Rujing looked him over carefully, with a calm expression, but in that calm, it was clear that something was about to break out of the ground.

Mr. Feiyu sized him up carefully, then showed a rare faint smile, and said, "It's pretty good."

He has not come back for four consecutive years. In order to get the cold bead grass, he spent a year looking for the whereabouts of the cold bead grass, and was trapped in the secret place where the cold bead grass grew for three years. The cold bead grass rushed back before the end of the day.

Now looking at Jiang Rujing, he felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

His little Yuming stood up, isn't that pretty good?

He is no longer as dazzling as before, and even has vicissitudes of life, but when you really look at him, you can no longer look away.

The heavy frost melts the snow, lightly paints, holds the front and hides the light, and holds the sword in his chest.

"Very good." He said it again, his eyes fell on the sword named "Xuan" held in Yu Jin's hand, and a secret smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Secretly.

Stolen.

But he was still happy.

"Get out the sword." He said.

Jiang Rujing nodded, and before everyone could react, she held the hilt of the sword in her right hand and swiped in the wind, the sword fluttered out, and then——

Suddenly stop!

Disciples:? ? ?

A light green flying insect fluttered its wings a few times in a daze, flew out from under the sword edge, curiously landed on the blade of Xuanjian, and stepped on it lightly.

At the deepest place in Jiang Ru's sea of ​​pure consciousness, Achamoluo was stunned, opened his compassionate eyes, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "The highest state of the sword is not to go forward and smash the dawn, but to be merciful and compassionate after killing. Kill." When he said this, a golden light glowed on his body, reflecting his whole body transparently, and then like a sand statue being blown away by the wind, he turned into a little bit of golden light, dissipated invisible, and left forever into Jiang Rujing's body. "Congratulations, and... thank you, if you can see Master again... Li Lie, please say something to him for me, I don't blame him."

Suddenly hearing the man's name, Jiang Rujing's eyelashes trembled, and she flicked the hilt of the sword lightly, causing the little bug to fly away in a hurry.

Standing in the crowd, Zhan Yue said slowly: "I have never heard of anyone who can reshape the Taoist heart through sword intent. Compassionate, back to the basics, easy to put away. Ru Lin, you are really amazing!"

Mo Rulin stared at that side, was silent for a while, and said: "Since the last medicinal material has arrived, the next thing is left to the head and the peak master of the rattle. "Hanging Dragon Sword Art" seems to have a breakthrough, so I will retreat first."

Zhan Yue clapped his palms and laughed, "Good thing! Good thing! Don't worry about Rujing, with me, Rattle, and Mr. Feiyu around, there won't be any major problems."

Mo Rulin nodded, took out a Ningbing Jiantao and handed it to Zhan Yue, saying: "Congratulate Junior Brother for me." After saying that, Yu Jian left and went to retreat.

On this day, for more Juntian Sword Sect disciples, there was nothing to gain, but they were full of doubts in their hearts, but for some disciples with higher comprehension, they felt quite something in their hearts, and some of them retreated and made a breakthrough I went, and those who were a little short often fell into thinking during the sword practice.

"Why did my sword come out?"

"If there is no purpose, why use the sword?"

"If you don't know how to draw a sword, what qualifications do you have to hold a sword?"

"If you want to kill with all your heart, don't you defile this sword?"

On the mountainside of Taiqing Peak, there is a simple small courtyard, two wooden houses, and under a dying plum tree, a young man in a frost-colored Taoist robe wields a hoe to loosen the soil, weed, and fertilize, wiping away the non-existent Beads of sweat, then turned to Mr. Feiyu and asked, "Can you grow flowers?"

Mr. Fei Yu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't react to the rapidity of his topic, opened his mouth, then shook his head and said: "I won't."

Jiang Rujing looked at him with suspicion in his eyes, "You don't know how, then why did the peach blossom tree grow so well in the yard back then?"

Feiyu-jun was silent for a while, then looked up into his eyes, the eyes were as light as clear water, "My master dug them from Juntian Sword Sect and planted them."

"Crack——" Jiang Rujing dropped the small medicine jar for fertilization in Jiang Rujing's hand to the ground.

"Oh... Mr. Xiuwei..." Jiang Rujing squatted down to clean up the broken medicine jar, but Mr. Feiyu took a step ahead of him, and that person rushed over before him, squatted down and started to pick up the pieces, as if he had taken half a step. You'll cut your fingers picking up the debris.

The master of the Demon Sect, Mr. Xiuwei.

Every person's nightmare.

It was also Jiang Rujing's childhood nightmare.

He will always remember how he was almost skinned and torn apart by Mr. Xiuwei at that time.

I also remember how the person squatting in front of him picking up the debris tried his best to protect himself.

That was the eighth year that Jiang Rujing started practicing swords by the sea. He had already grasped the mystery of the sword intent for the first time.

Then turning around, he saw a man wearing a black cloak standing on the edge of a gray-white coast.The man had black hair and a black robe, his face was buried in the shadow of his long hair, and his inorganic black eyes looked at Jiang Rujing as if he saw something dead.

Obviously he didn't do anything, not even a trace of coercion, but Jiang Rujing was so frightened that he just wanted to kneel down.

If Jiang Rujing saw Mr. Xiuwei again in a thousand years, he would probably feel that this person had a similar temperament to Li Lie.

Same, scary.

The man stared at him for a while, until his legs trembled and his body was dripping with cold sweat, but when Jiang Rujing almost thought he was going to kill him, he turned and left, those empty and lazy eyes glanced at him like an ant.

Later, I heard Mr. Fei Yu say that his master had left the seclusion, and he heard that he had an extra grandson, so he wanted to meet him.

"Master is out, he heard about you... to see you, you follow me closely when the time comes, don't say anything, just leave it to me." Feiyu-jun tidied up the little Jiang Rujing as usual. After tidying up his collar, he brought a white fox cloak and tied it on him, saying: "It's winter, it's going to be colder here in the Demon Palace... Well, my Yuming really looks good wearing this!"

The two, one big and one small, walked out holding hands.

When they came back, they came back sideways together.

Jiang Rujing's hamstring was broken directly, while Feiyu Jun had no bones in his whole body intact, all of them were broken into small pieces.

No one knew how Mr. Xiuwei lost his temper when he just saw his apprentice and grandson.

Only Jiang Rujing knew that that man had discovered that he was a disciple of Juntian Sword Sect.

Naturally, he didn't want his apprentice to get mixed up with the Juntian Sword Sect, but he didn't point out that Jiang Rujing was from the Juntian Sword Sect—if he pointed it out, the subordinates of the Demon Palace would have to swarm up Rip him to pieces.

He just wants to cut off Jiang Rujing's path of cultivating immortals and martial arts, so that Jiang Rujing can only live like an ordinary person for the rest of his life.In his view, ordinary people are so good, weak and helpless, they can only rely on their protectors and can never escape.

If Jiang Rujing has become like this, his disciples can easily raise him.

Definitely...wouldn't end up like this...

But who would have thought that Mr. Feiyu, who has always respected and trusted him, would rashly attack him because of this, desperately defending Jiang Rujing.

Xiuwei Jun looked at him, as if he saw the burning past and the gloomy future.

In a fit of rage, he severely injured Feiyu-jun and made Feiyu-jun lie on the bed for five years.

It also made Jiang Rujing cry and serve in front of Fei Yujun's bed for five years.

But after that, Mr. Xiuwei never felt sorry for Jiang Rujing again, but occasionally saw the two people getting along under the peach blossom tree, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and then he sneered: "Heh... master and apprentice."

"Xiuwei-jun... Speaking of which, I still want to thank him for not killing him." Jiang Rujing also squatted down, picked up a piece of debris before Feiyu-jun touched it, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look .

Between the scattered fingers, half of Feiyu Jun's handsome and peaceful face was revealed.

"He's really amazing. He saw that you liked me so early."

The author has something to say:

The highest state of the sword is not to kill, from the movie "Hero"