That is an ancient temple.
When it was first built, a bronze statue was enshrined in the temple.
High bun with long beard, lifelike facial features, wearing a brocade robe, a scroll in one hand and a long sword in the other.
The newly cast bronze is as bright as gold, the incense is flourishing, people come and go, worship in awe, and there are also children quietly hiding and playing in the nearby temple.
However, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, wars were frequent. As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people nearby, and naturally fewer people came to maintain the temple. The bronze statues were covered with green rust.
The materials used to build the temple are all hard stones quarried in the mountains. However, after a long time, they have been invaded by wind and rain and have become covered with moss.
The temple is tilted, there are several holes in the roof, and when huge rocks roll down, they block the main entrance of the temple.
When the bronze man became conscious for the first time, it seemed that after a strange shock between heaven and earth, the underworld changed. There was a Yin Qi cave that overlapped with this ancient temple in the mountain.
But he could not speak or move yet. He could only recall and feel what his body had experienced countless times.
He should have a sword in his hand, but the sword has disappeared. There should be someone in the temple, but there is no trace of him.
The main entrance was blocked by huge rocks, and the hole on the roof of the temple became the only place to show the outside world.
The sun and the moon rotate, the stars pass by, spring, summer, autumn and winter, scorching heat and cold, heavy ice and snow rain, long winds in the mountains...
One year, two years, three years and four years, ten years, one hundred years and two hundred years Three hundred years.
Compared with the silence of the bronze man, the sun and moon are whistling, the stars are galloping, the four seasons refuse to stop, and everything is rushing past around this ruined temple.
The anxiety accumulated in Tongren's heart became more and more, and the gap in his heart became wider and wider. Finally one day, he also moved.
He walked down the altar, approached the main door step by step, knocked open the huge stone blocking the door, and only took less than three steps before he suddenly stopped.
With the vicissitudes of life, the mountain has undergone countless changes. The place directly in front of the ruined temple, within a few feet, has turned into a cliff, bottomless and filled with misty clouds.
The first encounter the bronze man encountered when he entered this world was this cliff.
From extremely high to extremely low, from solid to nothingness, there were inexplicable waves in his heart, and he held his empty right hand in vain.
Shan Yue lost half of his body, and the bronze man also lost his sword and his people.
He didn't even try to go around the ancient temple to check in other directions. He leaned down and climbed down the cliff with great difficulty.
He felt that he was a human being, but when he walked into the town, his copper-green eyes turned and glanced over, only to be met with incomparable horror from the people.
Later he realized that he was not a human being, but he did not think he was a demon either.
He just wants to find a sword that he likes and gain a group of people who make him happy.
Just being a statue covered with patina is not enough. For his own goals, he went everywhere to find ways to practice.
He heard that there was a tiger on the mountain who knew how to practice spiritual practice. He went to find the tiger. The tiger was sleeping among the piles of human bones. When he saw him coming, he not only refused to return the favor or spoke, but also tried to eat him. He entered the tiger's belly and died of rupture. out.
I heard that there was a fortune-telling gentleman in the market who knew how to practice. He went to visit him. The gentleman tricked him into going to the altar at home. He was breathing heavily and painted spells all over his body, trying to refine him. Become a magic weapon.
He looked at it again and seemed to understand the spells, and he also made a sign on the chest of the fortune teller. For some reason, the fortune teller turned into a puppet and did whatever others said.
The bronze man left in disappointment, and heard that there was a fox in a wealthy family who knew how to practice. He broke in. When the beautiful woman saw him, she turned into a white fox and ran away in fear, never to come back again.
He also heard that there was a little fairy in Huashan Mountain who could travel thousands of miles while sleeping.
He searched all over Huashan and finally found a bored young man in a cave.
The young man had a sullen face and looked very unhappy: "If your qualifications are not good, I can advise you. If your qualifications are good or bad, I can teach you, but your qualifications are too good. Practice is not good for you. It's not a good thing."
The bronze man asked: "Why?"
"The qualifications are not bad, Xiu. There are countless ways to practice, and you can explore them. If you have great qualifications, you can practice quickly, but there are not such a long way in the world for you to practice. If you are not careful, you will practice to death. ”
The young man made a grimace and pointed to his nose, "I just practiced too fast, and I'm about to encounter the third disaster."
"Go away quickly. I'm going to sleep. I'll try to delay the disaster and find a solution. I don't want to see anyone anymore." Give him the jade ax.
"I see that you have also learned some basic magic. Hold an ax and deduce it according to your own pursuits."
The young man smiled and said, "Hey, you monsters are quite durable. Those who live in wind and frost may die later than me. Come back and take a look. If you see me dead, remember to set up a tombstone for me. On it, it should be written that it was the tomb of the little immortal Chen Tuan who was unparalleled for five hundred years. Who erected the monument? Well, what’s your name?”
The Tongren looked at the young man's smile, and for the only time in his life, he did not refute the name monster, and said blankly: "My name is Tongren."
"Tongren, is this the name of your clan, right? "
Chen Tuan thought deeply and said, "Everyone must have his own name. All things carry yin and hold yang, and the energy is harmonious. This is the most wonderful way. Yu He, from now on you will be called...Yu He!"
He said with a smile, "I hope you will remember this name and treat life experiences and changes in the outside world more calmly in the future, otherwise I'm afraid. You have really become a monster.”
“With peace of mind, you can naturally appreciate the beauty of heaven and earth!”
The bronze man nodded ignorantly, and when he came back to his senses, the cave in front of him had been closed.
He left with the jade ax and was very happy. But not long after, when he was trying to figure out the jade ax under the moonlight, he was approached by a group of Pure Land monks. Blood clouds surged and bones flew into the sky, trying to kill him. Become a magic weapon.
When he escaped far away, the jade ax had been lost. After that, he never found Chen Tuan again. He cried for a long time and went to look for it elsewhere.
Until he met an old Taoist priest in Emei, he took him to the Yellow River and told him to do some inexplicable things.
He thought about what he should do as a human being and passed all the tests.
The old Taoist priest was very excited, grabbed his hand, pointed to the clear river water and said: "The Yellow River is clear, the saint comes out!"
Yu He was not very happy.
The saint doesn’t sound very human.
He just wants to have a good sword, a group of people to accompany him, and to be a person with a name and a surname like Chen Tuan said.
But the people in Emei regarded him as a saint and treated him very well. He gradually forgot the initial doubts in his heart, practiced swordsmanship, practiced cultivation, and had fun in life, and lived a very happy life.
oh! Except for Xue Zhulian, this guy is very hateful and I really want to beat him up, but I can't hit him too painfully, otherwise if this guy runs away and doesn't come back, there will be one less person around.
After Yu He trained his body to look like a human being, he followed Emei's arrangement and began to travel around the world.
He received countless reverences, and the number of people who worshiped him far exceeded what he wanted when he ruined the temple, and he felt a little uneasy.
But others didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. Master and brothers told him, you will become a saint in the future, so why make a fuss!
Snow Bamboo Lotus will also say that if you treat them well, they will naturally treat you well, which is normal.
However, this damn guy, Xuezhulian, said it wrong again.
The world was still very chaotic at that time. Although Yu He saved many people, after he left, there would inevitably be some chaos behind him, which made him uneasy and secretly went back to check.
Then he discovered that many people took the spell-breaking swordsmanship he taught and fled early to join other forces.
There is only an old guy in Emei who has barely touched the threshold of the two disasters of water and fire and is almost dead, and a few young and energetic kids. Even the allies are just a few smiling little Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain.
How can it be compared to the dragon demon lineage that produced strong men with double disasters during the Eastern Jin Dynasty?
How can it be compared to the Vulcan Cult that was passed down from the Black Clothes Dashi?
There are so many, so many forces that may not be as good as Emei themselves, but have big backers and are more reliable than Emei!
Yu He wanted to get rid of those traitors at that time, but he was dissuaded by his master and brother. The reputation of a saint should not be stained, he should not be too ruthless, and he should focus on enlightenment and repentance.
Until the time when Master died, he never forgot to remind him of these things.
Yu He endured it, but the more he endured, the more uncomfortable he became.
Education, is education really trustworthy? If this man doesn't die, how do you know he won't rebel again?
I rebelled this time, and I haven’t had time to cause too much damage yet. There will be another time.
The destiny of heaven has no accumulation, and the world has never been able to grasp it.
After enduring for more than a hundred years, Yu He has developed to the point where whenever he sees a person, he will feel that the other person will betray him tomorrow.
Even if he won’t betray, wouldn’t he definitely not slander, belittle or misinterpret what he did behind his back?
He just wants the respect of the people around him, without impurities, but the more people there are, the more difficult this standard is. The higher the cultivation level, the wider the range around him.
Perhaps people in this world really can’t understand each other. You can never be sure what they will give you back when you express your good intentions. Finally, one day, Yu He suddenly came into being and brought everyone together. The urge to kill them all.
After killing each other, you no longer have to worry about betrayal or mutual understanding. How clean.
But no, in that case, not only would he no longer be a saint, he would no longer even be a human being.
In order to restrain this thought, Yu He took away all the disciples who had received the true message and lived far away on the island.
But he could no longer control his pursuit.
He wanted to find a way to keep everyone alive without worrying about their betrayal of the existence of "Yu He".
For this purpose, he has been to the South China Sea, the Arctic, and West Kunlun.
Relatively speaking, Kunlun is the most humane place, but also the most unsightly.
All seemingly pious scenes are driven by the threat of death and the pursuit of profit.
Yu He only glanced at it, sneered, and left.
At that time, Kunlun Dharma King came to him and asked him why he came. He made insinuations and sat with him for many days. Although he still did not get an answer, he offered him cooperation.
“Although I don’t know what the martial saint seeks, I must seek the solution from martial arts. There is a place where the wisdom of martial arts condenses between heaven and earth, which is called the Qiankun Lingtai.”
Kunlun Dharma King Leading him into the pagoda, he smiled and brushed away the silk, revealing a stone statue.
“My master and I have studied for many years and figured out a method to open the Qiankun Spirit Tower. Unfortunately, we still need a reincarnation lotus as the key. The key to Kunlun is incomplete. After my master died, even the incomplete I can no longer look at the key.”
"If Master Wu can refine the two lotuses of reincarnation from this stone statue, and when we gather all the treasures in the future, you and I will enter the Qiankun Lingtai together, and all our wishes will come true!"
Yu He stared at it for a long time! , drew out his sword.
The sword skill of gathering demons and refining treasures forcefully caused a sword mark to open on the corpse of Kunlun Patriarch. The lotus of reincarnation that had long been integrated into his body and mind gradually grew out of the sword mark.
The covenant between East China Sea and Kunlun was concluded.
After so many years, the two of them gradually understood what the other wanted. Fortunately, for a long time to come, their goals did not conflict.
Yu He only cares about the underworld, while King Kunlun seeks the underworld.
The Qiankun Lingtai represents the wisdom of heaven and earth. This wisdom does not require the use of power, so it does not interfere with the Yin and Yang realms.
But if someone adds a tendency to use power to this Qiankun Spirit Platform, within as short as ten years or as long as a hundred years, it will naturally be possible to unblock the connection between "wisdom" and "soul" and indirectly control countless thoughts in the underworld. flow direction.
Kunlun Dharma King wants to break through the third disaster. Relying on this, he carries endless thoughts from ancient and modern times to build an unprecedented pure land until he controls the entire underworld.
It is impossible to control the original power of the underworld with the direct contact of the demon-subduing soul. However, relying on the indirect influence of the Qiankun Lingtai and the construction of the eternal pure land to amplify the effect, and so on, in the end, it may be possible to control the original power of the underworld. Tell him to make it happen.
The only problem is...
This Kunlun Dharma King has died before he really stepped into the Qiankun Spirit Platform, and his soul and soul were scattered and turned into ashes!
The moment Yu He saw the evaporation of Helianpeng's soul, countless images flashed through his mind, and then he gently flicked his finger on the sword of the Blue Blood Mandarin Duck Sword.
Ding! bite! bite!
Three consecutive sounds, crisp and sweet, soothing the mind.
It seems to be a funeral for this ally.
“You don’t seem to have any intention of retreating.”
Su Hanshan stepped into the void and moved forward slowly. Not only did he not heal his wounds, but the flesh on his left hand also cracked.
His face became paler and paler as he forced out his own essence and blood. The bits of blood that flew out from his hands became more and more mysterious and mysterious, red and purple.
"With one against four, is this the martial saint's self-confidence or arrogance?"
Yu He lowered his eyes to look at the sword and said calmly: "Should I have the intention to retreat?"
What he got from the Qiankun Spirit Platform could not fully satisfy his needs, and he still wanted to explore more.
But the four petals of the Samsara Lotus are now in Su Hanshan's hands.
Once he leaves today, when Su Hanshan and the others figure out how to enter the spiritual platform, there will be no chance for Yu He.
So there should be no thought of retreating.
"And..."
Yu He raised his eyes and asked, "Do I need to retreat?"
Three old guys, old, weak, sick and disabled, If a fight breaks out between chickens and dogs, how much room do they have to intervene?
Although Yu He didn't say this, the moment he raised his eyes, his meaning was clearly revealed, as if the sharp edge of the sword was pressing between the eyebrows of the three old guys.
"It's useless to talk, please give me the sword!"
The old and vigorous voice came from the sky.
In Su Hanshan's eyes, Yu He's figure suddenly became ethereal, deviating from its original position in space, performing a set of sword techniques, and coming towards him to kill him.
The figure was ethereal, the sword light was radiant, and when the last sword struck, all the secrets of the entire sword technique were revealed.
This is no longer what he is used to, the jade-blooded mandarin duck sword technique that reverses yin and yang and tempers the edge.
Rather, it is a bright light that flashes after endless confusion. It is the infinite light that is born from the confusion of yin and yang and the chaotic scenery. It suddenly becomes enlightened.
The bright light in the east sky shines all over the universe, breaking through the floating clouds above and the netherworld below!
This is clearly the landscape of the East China Sea, where one has learned the Yin Yang swordsmanship for hundreds of years, and the sun rises across the sea.
Su Hanshan is so good at learning martial arts. He has completely learned this set of swordsmanship with just one look. He raised his palm and held it like a sword.
When he slashed with his hand, although the colorful light was still flowing, the change in his mind was clearly a new variation of the sword technique.
The sun rises in the east, and the shadows of the mountains and earth grow long.
This palm is like when the sun rises, the mountain shadow extends from long to short, from short to long, like a sword.
Thin and sharp like a shadow, born with the light, it can cut into the gaps of the opponent's sword skills naturally.
Pu Qunsheng and Jinchang were both slightly injured. At this moment, they captured the subtle changes in the fight between the two sides, and they couldn't help but marvel in their hearts.
Wonderful! This palm is wonderful!
It's really a stroke of God. With one palm, he can definitely gain the upper hand.
But at this moment, Su Hanshan's face suddenly tightened, his eyebrows raised, his pupils split rapidly, and he roared.
The superb slashing palm actually changed the move with all its strength, and each finger, just trying to break away from the inertia before, made a sound like thousands of lightning bolts breaking.
But he finally broke away from the thought of the mountain shadow accompanying the sun, clenched his palm into a fist, roared, and smashed it out.
Boom! ! ! !
This punch was extremely arrogant, with the momentum of crushing the demon king and destroying the Buddha statue, trying its best to breed five-color divine light.
Like a big colorful meteor crashing into the layers of bright sword light.
The violent roaring and shaking caused the cave formed by the previous battle between the three masters of Emei to be filled with cracks and ravines, which were long and deep.
Su Hanshan's figure flew backwards and crossed the ninth floor of the stairs until his back hit the door of the spiritual platform.
It seemed that he had only punched once, but after he stopped, both arms were covered with deep visible bone scars, and the sword light even extended to his neck.
There was a trace of blood that grazed the right side of his cheek and went straight to his earlobe.
Yu He's figure also flew backwards several miles away.
Tens of thousands of bright sword marks along the way broke, buffering and venting the strength in his body.
The injuries on his body were much simpler. Only his heart was slightly sunken half an inch, leaving a five-color rotating fist mark.
Jinchang was on the ninth floor, but he was affected by the inertia disaster first, and then broke his Yuanshen forearm. His thinking was a little slow, and he didn't have time to help. He watched Su Hanshan fly back from him. .
Moreover, I don't understand why Su Hanshan changed his clever move into a brutal one.
From a situation where we could have the upper hand and make every move, to the current situation, both people are suddenly seriously injured!
No one in the entire Netherworld had time to explain.
When Su Hanshan hit the gate of Lingtai.
Yu He had already recovered his breath in advance. He was in mid-air, pointing his sword towards the sky.
boom! ! !
Above the cave, the thick underworld strata suddenly fell apart, revealing a large hole that led directly to the surface of the underworld.
Massive formation fragments are disintegrating and deforming.
Others in the cave can still see the microscopic level. They can naturally see that the microscopic substances are being cut and guided, as if they were carved, and the final product is like... a brain.
From the microscopic level, the brain is combined into fist-sized brains and house-sized brains.
There are connections between the many large and small brains with the light of sword intent. The light flowing inside the brain is thinner and more varied.
These underworld substances are learning swordsmanship!
Su Hanshan deeply understood the simplicity and simplicity of the previous sword technique.
Even an ordinary person who has never learned martial arts, as long as he sees the map of this set of swordsmanship and studies it carefully, he may be able to continuously attack the three realms in seven or forty-nine days.
Arrived at a level equivalent to the third level of martial arts.
If this set of swordsmanship continues to be perfected and people can continue to practice it, it will be much easier than that of warriors in the same realm who practice other skills.
There are infinite causes and effects among people in the world. As long as this set of martial arts is spread and one person practices it, it will cause and effect, and more people will practice until the whole world is involved.
But what’s the price?
The price is that people who practice this set of swordsmanship will judge things more and more closely to He's judgment, and their thinking will become more and more like Yu He's thinking.
They are all still independent individuals, with their own lives, their own names, their own luck, and their own looks. However, the similarity of their thinking will also make their temperaments more and more similar.
Maybe one day, facing the sunset in the sky.
Yu Hehui felt that he should smile.
Then, on the vast land, between the north and south poles, tens of millions of creatures, whether they are humans, monsters, or strange beasts with a little intelligence, will all raise their heads and show the same smile.
Before, Su Hanshan was directly misled by Yu He's personal demonstration of 100% Sword Intent, and almost embarked on this path.
To the public in the world, Yu He would not take such brutal measures.
Yu He will not swallow their spirits, but everyone is carving themselves into "Yu He" in the process of practicing swordsmanship.
This is the way to keep everyone alive and understand "Yu He".
Even this change will improve their martial arts qualifications. As long as they are in different environments, they will gain different insights from the same perspective, and they can understand each other extremely easily.
That is the true prosperous age of martial arts, and that is the true martial saint.
“If the rule of saints really appears in the world, it cannot be done by me alone, but should be the joint efforts of everyone.”
Yu He's voice was full of righteousness and awe-inspiring, shaking this dark cave. He had great wishes in his heart and his sword was bright and boundless.
Although this sword technique has not had time to spread in the world.
However, using every microscopic particle in the underworld as a disciple, help them carve out brains, and use a little sword power to activate these brains.
For the time being, we can also simulate it to some extent, as if it will look like the prosperous age of swordsmanship in the future when it is truly achieved.
“Either there are no saints in the world, or every living being is a saint!”
Just this chanting sound, with the blessing of all the sword brains, penetrated the netherworld and spread to the world of the sun.
Many city-states and villages near Kunlun Mountain heard the sound of rumbling between heaven and earth.
"Su Hanshan, come and accept this..."
"All living beings ascend the Holy Sword Art!"
(End of this chapter)