Countryside Rhapsody

Qin Boran didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that the sun rose and set, the moon came and went, he lit up piles of bonfires, but his inner breath couldn't be as fast as this sudden moment Time flies up like that.

In the past few days, beheading the short-sighted little monsters in the mountains and forests has become the norm in his life. After living for so long, this is the first time he has killed so many monsters. The only pity is that these monsters are nothing but These inferior characters, killed, will reappear soon.

Coming and going, endless life, much stronger than the aboriginal humans living on this land.

Between Yin Qiulu and back, it is a reincarnation belonging to demons. With his current skill, he can only display one-tenth of Yin Qiulu's strength. Looking at the sword that has been with him for a long time, Qin Po Then he took out the silk and satin used for wiping and gently wiped Yin Qiulu's sword body.

"Follow me, and you will be buried in the end." Qin Boran sat alone by the campfire and smiled wryly at the sword in his hand. He still remembered the scene when he met Yin Qiulu, which was after he entered the Qi refining period. The first magic weapon he obtained, the sword has been by his side ever since.

At that time, he was just a child of seven or eight years old, because stepping into the Qi refining period meant that he had finally stepped into the ranks of Taoism, and was brought by his master to the Jiange, which was revered by all sword cultivators in the world.

The master of the Jiange owed his master a favor, and the master traded the favor for himself a chance to obtain a superior magic weapon.

His goal has never changed, to become a sword repairer, to stop fighting with the sword.

The Jiange towers into the clouds, above the vast sea of ​​clouds, and what you can see from a distance is just a seven-storey attic in the sea of ​​clouds, which looks like a fairyland. Only when you enter the inside can you know the mystery. Qin Boran still remembers that time How does Zun hold his hand?

If there is no one to guide, anyone who breaks into the Jiange without authorization will get lost in the formation of the Jiange, and will never be able to find the correct way to leave forever. A person with a sword wants nothing more than to obtain a precious sword in the Jiange, so when the master brought him to the Jiange, Qin Boran, who was only seven or eight years old, couldn't restrain his excitement.

Together with his master, the master of Jiange let him walk into the pool of swords. Tens of thousands of swords were inserted in the pool of swords. The owner of Jiange told himself that only the voice of his heart could guide him to find the sword he was destined for.

So he walked into the sword pool with countless swords stuck in it alone. When he stepped into the sword pool, he heard the sword cry from the sword in the sword pool. At that time, he didn't understand the sword cry. What does it mean? He only remembered the words of the Jiange master, and listened to the voice of his heart.

His heart guided him to keep going, so he kept going, not looking at the sword beside him, ignoring the sword flying around him, he heard his heart say, go forward go forward.

Qin Boran no longer remembers how long he walked. What he remembers is that when his footsteps stopped, he felt the arrival of autumn.

The sound of the sword's cry disappeared at some point, and those precious swords seemed to disappear in an instant. When he looked up, there were tall red maples on both sides, and the maple leaves were swinging back and forth under the breeze. The stacked red maple leaves, Qin Boran remembered the poem that his master taught him to read, "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers. ①"

The red maple leaves gently fluttered to the ground, spreading a crimson carpet on the grass under his feet. Qin Boran heard the voice in his heart and remembered again. This red maple is like a grand welcome ceremony. Together with the voice in his heart, it guides his way forward.

Following the direction where the red maple grew, Qin Boran walked all the way, he knew that he had passed a hillside, and there was a pond with white lotus blooming on the top of the hillside, in the middle of the pond, there was a stone brick, between the stone bricks On it, stuck a sword.

Qin Boran remembered that it was the scene when he and Yin Qiulu met for the first time.

The Yin Qiulu inserted on the stone brick has no scabbard, and the sword is covered with a thin layer of autumn frost. It is clearly a sword, but it does not emit the slightest killing intent, as if an old monk in meditation is silently chanting Reading Buddhist scriptures, everything around him has nothing to do with him.

Looking at Yin Qiulu in front of him, Qin Boran heard the inner voice saying, this is it, this is it.

So the little Qin Boran stretched out his hand and asked Yin Qiulu who had been sleeping for many years: "Are you willing to leave with me?"

Yin Qiulu's body emitted a burst of light, but there was no wavering.

The little Qin Boran said to the sword covered by autumn frost: "I will treat you well."

At that moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to hear the sound of the sword - many people said this to their swords, and finally they abandoned their original intentions.

In the blink of an eye, the lotus flowers on the pond were no longer there, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers were no longer there, and the red maple landed on the ground. The scene here turned into a tomb of swords, with rusty swords, broken swords, and abandoned swords everywhere. Qin Boran seemed to be listening. To the lament of the sword.

——Humans said that they would love us forever, but when they found better weapons, they abandoned us, and we became your burden.

Seven or eight-year-old Qin Boran said loudly: "No, I won't treat you like this! Even if there is a best sword in the world, even if a fairy sword comes into the world, I will not abandon you. I choose you, and I will definitely Will take responsibility!"

Jian seemed to let out a chuckle, and he heard Jian asking him - you are just a child, do you know what responsibility is?

Qin Boran answered the questioning sword: "The master said that the responsibility of the king is to protect the peace of the country and make the people live and work in peace and contentment! The responsibility of the minister is to assist the king with all his heart and help the king to protect the country! Hero The responsibility of a monk is to act chivalrously and eliminate harm for the people! The responsibility of a monk is to live up to his original intention, not to lose his roots, not to forget morality, and not to sacrifice kindness!"

——Children, what is your original intention?What is the origin?What is morality?And why?

"The original intention is the reason why I cultivate the Tao." The little Qin Boran's eyes were firm: "The origin is the belief I uphold in the Tao I cultivate. The so-called morality means that there should be no bias on the road of practice. The so-called kindness means Don't forget the kindness of people."

——Is this what your master taught you?Do you understand what is contained in the words you speak?

"As long as you remember what Master said, one day, I will be able to understand it!"

——Do you know the price you have to pay for understanding morality, kindness, and original intention?

"Master said that there should be a price for everything, and one is willing to be rewarded. Between the willingness and the willingness, it is practice."

——Children, you are very interesting, remember my name.

"Are you willing to come with me?" Little Qin Boran's eyes were shining with hope.

——Let me take a look at how you prove the Tao and how not to forget your original intention.

"Please rest assured, no matter what happens, I, Qin Boran, will only have one sword in my life."

— Remember my name.

All of a sudden, the silver light shines like autumn dew, sweeping away the drowsy sword mound and the sadness of the abandoned sword, and the space returns to the place Qin Boran saw when he saw Yin Qiulu. The maple fell, and the red maple that landed on the sword swept away the cold frost deposited on the sword for a long time.

The sword finally revealed its true colors under the reflection of the clear sky.

A long sword that is crystal clear, a long sword that is as cold as ice, and a long sword that hides the unique gentleness of autumn. On the hilt of the sword, there are two words mentioned by Qin Boran - Chuxin.

When Qin Boran left the sword pond with the long sword in his arms, he heard the Jiange master's praise: "Good sword."

He still remembered his promise: "Please rest assured, Pavilion Master, I will definitely treat him well."

At that time, the owner of Jiange patted him on the head lightly, and said: "Jian Zeren, if it chooses you to be its master, then it will only have you as its master in its life. Once you abandon it, it will As long as the brilliance is gone, it can only become a waste sword in the sword grave, this sword is called Yinqiulu, you must treat it well, and don't bury its elegance."

"My lord, please rest assured."

Qin Boran wiped the sword with a silk cloth, indulged in the memories of the past, it was a memory that had faded long ago, it was a memory that had been forgotten in his heart, gently wiped Yin Qiulu's sword, Qin Boran Looking at the sword in his hand, he smiled wryly: "So, I haven't forgotten anything, and you still remember everything."

Facing his own sword, Qin Boran seemed to be talking to himself. Since leaving the Jiange, he has never heard any sound from Yin Qiulu. Yin Qiulu is very quiet and has been by his side all the time. Left and right, practice Taoism with him, and fight on the battlefield with him.

Qin Boran suddenly remembered that when he found a line of Jiangtian according to the instructions on the ancient scroll, Yin Qiulu trembled for a moment, and made a sword cry as if he had a premonition, and when he was about to enter Wushenyuan Suddenly, the sword jumped out of the scabbard and blocked him.

At that time, he didn't understand why Yin Qiulu did this, he just thought it was the influence of Wushenyuan, so he just retracted his sword into the scabbard, resolutely stepped into the realm of Wushenyuan, and never looked back.

It turned out that Yin Qiulu was reminding him at that time.

Is it worth it to sacrifice one's own morality for one person?

For one person, give up one's own origin, should it?

Is it possible to forget one's original intention for one person?

Of the four previous promises, he only fulfilled one, but the price he paid for fulfilling one was that he betrayed the other three.

But now it seems that he has not even fulfilled the fourth rule, that he must never be ungrateful, but Helian Yingdou's lifelong desire is nothing more than the peace and happiness of the common people, but because of his own personal grievances, because of his heart Depression and anger, because of dissatisfaction with the way of heaven, forcibly reversed the time sequence.

When the first line of nine stars was opened, he only had happiness in his heart. Helian Yingdou's brother thought that the world was under his control, so how could he count it as an accident beyond the way of heaven?

Everything is wiped out, and everything starts over again, no matter how high the price is, he is willing to do so.

At that time, Qin Boran, who was suddenly laughing wildly, heard a mournful cry, but thinking about it now, it should be Yin Qiulu's mournful cry.

"At least, when I hurt the innocent, I use my hands, not you." Qin Boran put away the silk cloth for wiping the blade, put on a pair of gloves on his hands at some point, and stroked gently. Jian Ren: "I promised you that drinking the autumn dew will not touch the blood of innocent people, at least, while I am alive, I will definitely do it."

Qin Boran smiled wryly: "If one day I'm gone, you don't have to be sad, after all, I betray you and forget my original intention."

Yin Qiulu's sword trembled slightly, as if to refute what Qin Boran said, feeling the strangeness of Yin Qiulu, Qin Boran comforted softly: "Don't worry, in my lifetime, the hand holding the sword will not Lift up the second sword."

Put away and drink the autumn dew, a burst of sword energy flashed, and the little demon hiding in the dark and preparing to attack turned into pieces in an instant. Qin Boran held a branch in his hand and raked the bonfire in front of him. The situation is obviously not suitable for easy use of force, the more force is used, the slower his recovery will be, but he is not reconciled, watching the monsters wanton and rampant, watching the monsters oppressing the people.

These monsters came because of his willfulness, so let him clean them up, even if they can't get rid of them, it doesn't matter, once they see them, kill them once, there will always be a day when they will be completely killed.

It was his selfishness that polluted the original pure sky, so even if he lost his own life, he would still give the world a clean sea.

Qin Boran, who was immersed in his own world, did not hear the sound of quietly approaching footsteps, until a familiar voice sounded, pulling him back from his own world.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have come to this point. Are you still the same Qin Boran who had a feather fan and a scarf with a smile?"

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①Tang·Du Mu "Mountain Journey"

Encountered a bottleneck, my heart is blocked