[Comprehensive] Tibetan Sword
Chapter 203 Naruto...
It is said that ten years ago, Li Wangsheng received a letter from Ye Ying, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and after three days of meditation in Chunyang Palace, he left Huashan alone.
He has been walking south, without any stop along the way, until the South China Sea before stopping.
Taking out the letter, the old Taoist searched several times according to the place mentioned in the letter, and finally fished out a person from the sea on a stormy night.
This man had gray temples and black hair. He was wearing a black and blue long coat with a long black belt around his waist. His body was very weak. sword.
After carefully looking at the man's face, the old Taoist took out the letter again, looked at the words on the letter, and looked at the man's appearance, he murmured to himself, "This kid doesn't look like the one written in the letter... "
With the old Taoist's titanium alloy eyes, he could see through the pain and exhaustion hidden between the man's eyebrows at a glance, but the old Taoist suddenly remembered the latest weapon Ye Ying promised to provide, and finally he picked up the man With the wind blowing under his feet, he controlled the sky with his emptiness, and disappeared on the coast of the South China Sea in the blink of an eye.
When Ye Gucheng woke up, he was in a calm mood. He didn't feel the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, and he didn't feel the curiosity and guard of coming to a strange world. When the old Taoist opened the door and came in, he saw the people he rescued quietly watching. Looking at the newly sprouted buds on the branches outside the window, the air around the body is cold and silent, like a stone statue that existed in ancient times, standing quietly in a secluded corner, watching the world quietly, staying out of it.
The old Taoist priest sat on the chair beside the bed, and he shook the whisk, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, the benefactor has woken up."
Ye Gucheng ignored him.
"The benefactor's surname is Ye Ming Gucheng?"
Ye Gucheng finally reacted, he stood up slowly, staring at the old Taoist priest Li Wangsheng with dark eyes, still not saying a word.
"Would the benefactor wish to realize Taoism in Huashan?"
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, and said in a slightly dry voice, "Enlightenment?"
Li Wangsheng smiled slightly, and said meaningfully, "Everything in life is the Tao. For the benefactor, the sword is the Tao, and family affection... is also the Tao."
A gleam flashed across Ye Gucheng's eyes. The most painful thing in his life was that his younger brother Ye Qingzhou committed suicide on the top of the Forbidden City, and the thing he hated the most was that his younger brother killed Ye's family for him.
This matter is known all over the world, but in this strange world... how did this old Taoist know?
"who are you?"
"I will teach Li Wangsheng at Huashan Chunyang." Li Wangsheng smiled like a fox, "I believe the benefactor will like Huashan."
Ye Gucheng was noncommittal.
The top of Huashan Mountain is covered with heavy snow in four seasons, and the breath is full of the crispness and coldness of white snow. Standing on the edge of a steep cliff, feeling the deep chill, Ye Gucheng looks around, and there are only a few foggy clouds in his eyes. The sharp peaks of the same mountain cut through the clouds, revealing the still green moss pine, which is a kind of magnificence that is different from the sea.
It's just that the magnificence of the top of Huashan Mountain is silent and silent, and it only cares about one's heart.
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, Ye Gucheng felt that his whole body was icy, and the biting cold wind blew by, fluttering his wide blue and black sleeves. , I don't know where to end.
After sitting for three days, on the fourth day, he developed a fever ==
Li Wangsheng carried Ye Gucheng, who had a high fever, back to Chunyang Palace, and told about the Sutra of Sitting Wangjing in front of the bed.
Sitting and forgetting the scriptures, sitting and forgetting without self, let nature take its course, the true energy travels, the yin and yang are infinite, the realm of heaven and man in the ethereal, smooth flow of qi and blood, and endless benefits.
Li Wangsheng talked dryly for three days, and Ye Gucheng, whose fever subsided, said wearily, "Sit and forget, sit and forget...but I can't forget..."
The corners of Li Wangsheng's mouth twitched indistinctly. He looked like a master of Taoism, stroked his three-foot-long beard, and said slowly, "That's because you haven't sat down long enough."
"..." Ye Gucheng looked at Li Wangsheng silently, and Li Wangsheng swore he saw contempt.
"If you sit for a long time, you will forget it." Li Wangsheng's voice was vague and heavy, "If you can't forget it...you don't have to remember it, it will naturally stay in your heart, so how can you be afraid of forgetting?"
Li Wangsheng was slightly lost in thought, thinking of his senior brother Xie Yunliu, and said in a tone full of emotion, "I have lived for so long as an old Taoist priest. Although I have learned countless Taoist classics, I dare not admit that I can achieve the state of sitting and forgetting myself, or Only Master Chunyang Great Immortal can be free of any hindrances and enjoy the Three Realms."
Ye Gucheng was taken aback, and smiled wryly in his heart, "I can't forget it, but I can keep it in my heart, it hurts even more."
Li Wangsheng smiled slightly, that smile was somewhat thorough and compassionate, and he sighed, "Since you feel the pain, let's appreciate the pain to the bone."
Facing Ye Gucheng's puzzled eyes, he said quietly, "If one day, you find that your pain has turned into numbness and calmness, that will be the real pain and suffering."
Just at this time, the ancient clock in Chunyang Palace rang, and the melodious sound of the bell was as heavy as a thousand tones. Ye Gucheng was shocked and realized a little.
He bowed his head respectfully, "Senior, please give me some pointers."
Li Wangsheng twirled his beard and smiled, "I wonder if the old Taoist is destined to accept you as his disciple?"
Ye Gucheng lowered his eyelids, and sighed faintly, "Disciple Ye Gucheng pays homage to Master."
Li Wangsheng was overjoyed, he laughed loudly, "Old Taoist Li Wangsheng is of Yuxu's lineage, you have experienced great death and life in the lonely city, if a dead tree is to be reborn, you must see the chance, so that you can understand your original heart and give you the way as a teacher Name Mingxin, I hope that when you step on the road in the future, your heart will be like a mirror, free from dust."
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, deeply admired.
The days in Chunyang Palace are peaceful and clean. Ye Gucheng himself is a man of outstanding swordsmanship. What he lacks is only heartbreak, but the heartbreak is hard to heal. He doesn't force it. He sits on the edge of the cliff every day, watching the sea of clouds and pines. Listening to the morning bell and the evening drum, the past emerges in my heart one by one, and the heart hurts and suffers more.
But he likes it.
As Li Wangsheng said, if one day he looks back on the past and his heart is calm, it only proves that Ye Qingzhou has nothing to do with him, and Ye's whole family has nothing to do with him.
But this is absolutely impossible.
He was born in the Ye family and grew up in the Ye family. The meaning of life is to preserve the Ye family. If the royal family Ye family and Nanhai Baiyun are stripped away, is he still Ye Gucheng?
Absolutely yes no! !
"Senior brother, why do you want to accept enlightenment as your disciple?" Yu Rui, the wise man of pure yang, looked at Ye Gucheng sitting on the edge of the cliff, and frowned slightly, "His heart is not pure, and he will never be able to understand the Tao."
Li Wangsheng didn't care, "Taoism is natural, since he is willing, then don't let people disturb him."
"Brother?"
"Ming Xin is also a pitiful person, but the sorrow in his life is caused by family affection. He can't break free, and he won't break free."
"Then why are you taking him?"
"Well, look at the two hundred Taixu long swords with a quality of 255, junior sister, you understand."
"...Okay, I get it."
On a certain day of a certain year, Li Wangsheng handed Ye Gucheng a plump red hydrangea.
"The hostile energy of this thing is boundless, and it takes the supreme method to dissolve the hostile energy. Mingxin, you have been observing the clouds for ten years. Although you have not fully understood it, you have achieved a little success. Then this thing will be handed over to you." Li Wangsheng very irresponsibly threw a certain red hydrangea that Ye Ying mailed to him a few days ago to his young apprentice, and then left Huashan like a flower, without a trace.
Ye Gucheng looked at the red hydrangea in his hand with a dull face, and took a deep breath... Well, the long-lost smell of blood.
As the swordsmanship has been cultivated to a more advanced level, and Taoism has been comprehended for a few points, Ye Gucheng has also seen many things that cannot be explained by common sense. He can understand that a knife that has killed countless people is full of hostility. Then In the same way, this red hydrangea... um, killed countless people?
Tsk, I can't tell.
But even if Ye Gucheng didn't take this red hydrangea seriously, he still brought it with him with all his heart and soul, and he would pay more attention when he watched the clouds and chanted scriptures every day. Maybe it was his inner influence. About three years later, the red hydrangea The blood on the body seems to have really decreased a bit.
The so-called red hydrangea is not the kind that is dropped when a woman chooses a husband and is sewn with red silk.The red hydrangea in Ye Gucheng's hand is made up of uninterrupted connection of unknown metal flower pieces shining bright red, just like a round flower ball, looking through the gap between the petals, one can only see Seeing a piece of blood red flowing inside, it's really hard to say what it is.
Ye Gucheng is not a curious person, and he has not carefully explored the mystery of the red hydrangea in the past few years.But one day, when he was sitting on the edge of the cliff, eating the wind and drinking the dew, the red hydrangea around his waist exploded violently!
The red hydrangea seemed to be drawn by something, the red mist inside emitted a scorching light, and the red light exploded like a sea urchin, leaking out from the gaps in the petals, emitting an ominous and scorching heat at the same time.
Ye Gucheng raised his eyebrows, he immediately got up, shook the cold iron long sword in his hand, boundless wind and snow spontaneously wrapped around the sword, the violent wind and snow immediately suppressed the dazzling red light, and at the same time a piercing scream appeared.
"I'm killing me, stop, stop, stop!!! Emma, I can't control it, bastard!"
The moment Ye Gucheng heard this voice, Ye Gucheng's expression went blank. This is... This is Li Bianliu's voice! !
——How many years has he not heard it? !
"Cut it off! Cut it off, I can't absorb it anymore!"
Ye Gucheng was awakened by the sharper screams, he pondered for a while, raised his sword without saying a word, and slashed towards a place where the red light was the most luxuriant!
A black-red light appeared on the tip of the sword, and the turbulent energy fluctuations disturbed the situation on the top of Huashan Mountain, and also strengthened Ye Gucheng's heart. Yufeng, with a light leap, the long sword swept across, flying immortals out of the sky!
The bright sword light flows backwards along the black-red energy, like a meteor flashing, as decisive as vowing not to turn back!
The deadly star-like long sword pierced the space and finally pierced a man's chest.
Ye Gucheng's eyes widened unconsciously, the goal was his heart-wrenching face in his midnight dreams!This is his younger brother, Ye Qingzhou! !
The young man was covered in blood, his chest was pierced by a long sword, he was lying on the ground in a sluggish state, the corner of his mouth was bleeding silver, and his smile was bleak, "It's really a turn of events..."
He had just killed Uchiha Madara and Danzo to death, and in a blink of an eye he was going to be killed by the illusion of Kyuubi and the masked man...
"However..." He coughed, stretched out his hand like nostalgia, gently stroked the sharp blade on his chest, and murmured, "Even if it's an illusion, I can feel my brother's sword again... I am satisfied. "
In the next second, he passed away with a smile on his face.
He has been walking south, without any stop along the way, until the South China Sea before stopping.
Taking out the letter, the old Taoist searched several times according to the place mentioned in the letter, and finally fished out a person from the sea on a stormy night.
This man had gray temples and black hair. He was wearing a black and blue long coat with a long black belt around his waist. His body was very weak. sword.
After carefully looking at the man's face, the old Taoist took out the letter again, looked at the words on the letter, and looked at the man's appearance, he murmured to himself, "This kid doesn't look like the one written in the letter... "
With the old Taoist's titanium alloy eyes, he could see through the pain and exhaustion hidden between the man's eyebrows at a glance, but the old Taoist suddenly remembered the latest weapon Ye Ying promised to provide, and finally he picked up the man With the wind blowing under his feet, he controlled the sky with his emptiness, and disappeared on the coast of the South China Sea in the blink of an eye.
When Ye Gucheng woke up, he was in a calm mood. He didn't feel the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, and he didn't feel the curiosity and guard of coming to a strange world. When the old Taoist opened the door and came in, he saw the people he rescued quietly watching. Looking at the newly sprouted buds on the branches outside the window, the air around the body is cold and silent, like a stone statue that existed in ancient times, standing quietly in a secluded corner, watching the world quietly, staying out of it.
The old Taoist priest sat on the chair beside the bed, and he shook the whisk, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, the benefactor has woken up."
Ye Gucheng ignored him.
"The benefactor's surname is Ye Ming Gucheng?"
Ye Gucheng finally reacted, he stood up slowly, staring at the old Taoist priest Li Wangsheng with dark eyes, still not saying a word.
"Would the benefactor wish to realize Taoism in Huashan?"
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, and said in a slightly dry voice, "Enlightenment?"
Li Wangsheng smiled slightly, and said meaningfully, "Everything in life is the Tao. For the benefactor, the sword is the Tao, and family affection... is also the Tao."
A gleam flashed across Ye Gucheng's eyes. The most painful thing in his life was that his younger brother Ye Qingzhou committed suicide on the top of the Forbidden City, and the thing he hated the most was that his younger brother killed Ye's family for him.
This matter is known all over the world, but in this strange world... how did this old Taoist know?
"who are you?"
"I will teach Li Wangsheng at Huashan Chunyang." Li Wangsheng smiled like a fox, "I believe the benefactor will like Huashan."
Ye Gucheng was noncommittal.
The top of Huashan Mountain is covered with heavy snow in four seasons, and the breath is full of the crispness and coldness of white snow. Standing on the edge of a steep cliff, feeling the deep chill, Ye Gucheng looks around, and there are only a few foggy clouds in his eyes. The sharp peaks of the same mountain cut through the clouds, revealing the still green moss pine, which is a kind of magnificence that is different from the sea.
It's just that the magnificence of the top of Huashan Mountain is silent and silent, and it only cares about one's heart.
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, Ye Gucheng felt that his whole body was icy, and the biting cold wind blew by, fluttering his wide blue and black sleeves. , I don't know where to end.
After sitting for three days, on the fourth day, he developed a fever ==
Li Wangsheng carried Ye Gucheng, who had a high fever, back to Chunyang Palace, and told about the Sutra of Sitting Wangjing in front of the bed.
Sitting and forgetting the scriptures, sitting and forgetting without self, let nature take its course, the true energy travels, the yin and yang are infinite, the realm of heaven and man in the ethereal, smooth flow of qi and blood, and endless benefits.
Li Wangsheng talked dryly for three days, and Ye Gucheng, whose fever subsided, said wearily, "Sit and forget, sit and forget...but I can't forget..."
The corners of Li Wangsheng's mouth twitched indistinctly. He looked like a master of Taoism, stroked his three-foot-long beard, and said slowly, "That's because you haven't sat down long enough."
"..." Ye Gucheng looked at Li Wangsheng silently, and Li Wangsheng swore he saw contempt.
"If you sit for a long time, you will forget it." Li Wangsheng's voice was vague and heavy, "If you can't forget it...you don't have to remember it, it will naturally stay in your heart, so how can you be afraid of forgetting?"
Li Wangsheng was slightly lost in thought, thinking of his senior brother Xie Yunliu, and said in a tone full of emotion, "I have lived for so long as an old Taoist priest. Although I have learned countless Taoist classics, I dare not admit that I can achieve the state of sitting and forgetting myself, or Only Master Chunyang Great Immortal can be free of any hindrances and enjoy the Three Realms."
Ye Gucheng was taken aback, and smiled wryly in his heart, "I can't forget it, but I can keep it in my heart, it hurts even more."
Li Wangsheng smiled slightly, that smile was somewhat thorough and compassionate, and he sighed, "Since you feel the pain, let's appreciate the pain to the bone."
Facing Ye Gucheng's puzzled eyes, he said quietly, "If one day, you find that your pain has turned into numbness and calmness, that will be the real pain and suffering."
Just at this time, the ancient clock in Chunyang Palace rang, and the melodious sound of the bell was as heavy as a thousand tones. Ye Gucheng was shocked and realized a little.
He bowed his head respectfully, "Senior, please give me some pointers."
Li Wangsheng twirled his beard and smiled, "I wonder if the old Taoist is destined to accept you as his disciple?"
Ye Gucheng lowered his eyelids, and sighed faintly, "Disciple Ye Gucheng pays homage to Master."
Li Wangsheng was overjoyed, he laughed loudly, "Old Taoist Li Wangsheng is of Yuxu's lineage, you have experienced great death and life in the lonely city, if a dead tree is to be reborn, you must see the chance, so that you can understand your original heart and give you the way as a teacher Name Mingxin, I hope that when you step on the road in the future, your heart will be like a mirror, free from dust."
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, deeply admired.
The days in Chunyang Palace are peaceful and clean. Ye Gucheng himself is a man of outstanding swordsmanship. What he lacks is only heartbreak, but the heartbreak is hard to heal. He doesn't force it. He sits on the edge of the cliff every day, watching the sea of clouds and pines. Listening to the morning bell and the evening drum, the past emerges in my heart one by one, and the heart hurts and suffers more.
But he likes it.
As Li Wangsheng said, if one day he looks back on the past and his heart is calm, it only proves that Ye Qingzhou has nothing to do with him, and Ye's whole family has nothing to do with him.
But this is absolutely impossible.
He was born in the Ye family and grew up in the Ye family. The meaning of life is to preserve the Ye family. If the royal family Ye family and Nanhai Baiyun are stripped away, is he still Ye Gucheng?
Absolutely yes no! !
"Senior brother, why do you want to accept enlightenment as your disciple?" Yu Rui, the wise man of pure yang, looked at Ye Gucheng sitting on the edge of the cliff, and frowned slightly, "His heart is not pure, and he will never be able to understand the Tao."
Li Wangsheng didn't care, "Taoism is natural, since he is willing, then don't let people disturb him."
"Brother?"
"Ming Xin is also a pitiful person, but the sorrow in his life is caused by family affection. He can't break free, and he won't break free."
"Then why are you taking him?"
"Well, look at the two hundred Taixu long swords with a quality of 255, junior sister, you understand."
"...Okay, I get it."
On a certain day of a certain year, Li Wangsheng handed Ye Gucheng a plump red hydrangea.
"The hostile energy of this thing is boundless, and it takes the supreme method to dissolve the hostile energy. Mingxin, you have been observing the clouds for ten years. Although you have not fully understood it, you have achieved a little success. Then this thing will be handed over to you." Li Wangsheng very irresponsibly threw a certain red hydrangea that Ye Ying mailed to him a few days ago to his young apprentice, and then left Huashan like a flower, without a trace.
Ye Gucheng looked at the red hydrangea in his hand with a dull face, and took a deep breath... Well, the long-lost smell of blood.
As the swordsmanship has been cultivated to a more advanced level, and Taoism has been comprehended for a few points, Ye Gucheng has also seen many things that cannot be explained by common sense. He can understand that a knife that has killed countless people is full of hostility. Then In the same way, this red hydrangea... um, killed countless people?
Tsk, I can't tell.
But even if Ye Gucheng didn't take this red hydrangea seriously, he still brought it with him with all his heart and soul, and he would pay more attention when he watched the clouds and chanted scriptures every day. Maybe it was his inner influence. About three years later, the red hydrangea The blood on the body seems to have really decreased a bit.
The so-called red hydrangea is not the kind that is dropped when a woman chooses a husband and is sewn with red silk.The red hydrangea in Ye Gucheng's hand is made up of uninterrupted connection of unknown metal flower pieces shining bright red, just like a round flower ball, looking through the gap between the petals, one can only see Seeing a piece of blood red flowing inside, it's really hard to say what it is.
Ye Gucheng is not a curious person, and he has not carefully explored the mystery of the red hydrangea in the past few years.But one day, when he was sitting on the edge of the cliff, eating the wind and drinking the dew, the red hydrangea around his waist exploded violently!
The red hydrangea seemed to be drawn by something, the red mist inside emitted a scorching light, and the red light exploded like a sea urchin, leaking out from the gaps in the petals, emitting an ominous and scorching heat at the same time.
Ye Gucheng raised his eyebrows, he immediately got up, shook the cold iron long sword in his hand, boundless wind and snow spontaneously wrapped around the sword, the violent wind and snow immediately suppressed the dazzling red light, and at the same time a piercing scream appeared.
"I'm killing me, stop, stop, stop!!! Emma, I can't control it, bastard!"
The moment Ye Gucheng heard this voice, Ye Gucheng's expression went blank. This is... This is Li Bianliu's voice! !
——How many years has he not heard it? !
"Cut it off! Cut it off, I can't absorb it anymore!"
Ye Gucheng was awakened by the sharper screams, he pondered for a while, raised his sword without saying a word, and slashed towards a place where the red light was the most luxuriant!
A black-red light appeared on the tip of the sword, and the turbulent energy fluctuations disturbed the situation on the top of Huashan Mountain, and also strengthened Ye Gucheng's heart. Yufeng, with a light leap, the long sword swept across, flying immortals out of the sky!
The bright sword light flows backwards along the black-red energy, like a meteor flashing, as decisive as vowing not to turn back!
The deadly star-like long sword pierced the space and finally pierced a man's chest.
Ye Gucheng's eyes widened unconsciously, the goal was his heart-wrenching face in his midnight dreams!This is his younger brother, Ye Qingzhou! !
The young man was covered in blood, his chest was pierced by a long sword, he was lying on the ground in a sluggish state, the corner of his mouth was bleeding silver, and his smile was bleak, "It's really a turn of events..."
He had just killed Uchiha Madara and Danzo to death, and in a blink of an eye he was going to be killed by the illusion of Kyuubi and the masked man...
"However..." He coughed, stretched out his hand like nostalgia, gently stroked the sharp blade on his chest, and murmured, "Even if it's an illusion, I can feel my brother's sword again... I am satisfied. "
In the next second, he passed away with a smile on his face.
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