Chapter 62: The Redemption of Lord Lotus Sword (5k reading please!!)
The stars and the moon are hidden in the tall trees, and the darkness becomes darker in the depth of the night.
Xun Zuo has finished repairing it. He looked up at the black jellyfish that was still floating in the air and was more than a circle larger than before. He spat:
"I don’t know where I heard this evil thing. Method, you actually sealed off your cultivation to experience the world of mortals. If you don’t use Xuan Qi for your own use, how is it different from wasting the natural resources and becoming the nourishment of Black Sea Moon? I think you have experienced it. What a joke!"
Suddenly, the thin red python wrapped around his body began to swim, and a snail on his side was brought to Xun Yan's neck.
This snail is the size of a palm, covered with disgusting moss and algae, and the mouth of the snail is covered with fine tentacles. It is also an evil spirit.
Xun Tiao's expression changed and he quickly put the conch to his ear. He seemed to be talking to the conch and said respectfully:
"Sister, what are your orders?"< br>
The tentacles on the conch all turned right, and a charming voice came from the conch:
"How is the situation over there?"
"Everything went well. This Venerable Lotus Sword has indeed achieved cultivation as Master said. Now she is trapped in the black sea moon that Master gave me and cannot move."
Xun Tiao is a little proud. , he is proud enough to have trapped the famous Lotus Sword Master from the Five Continents with his Feather Realm cultivation.
"Master, even Hei Haiyue gave you to you?"
"Hey, Master said that Heihaiyue specializes in treating such righteous people who are strong on the outside and capable on the inside. If she is determined, maybe she can do it in half a day "If you don't have a strong will, you will sink and lose all your cultivation." How will Master reward me, Lord Lotus Sword, who has not even succeeded?” Kill her, why did Master just ask you to hold her back? If you want to be greedy, then be prepared to die. br>
"Bu Wujun has appeared, and the Dream Eater has not yet appeared, but everything is as expected."
"As expected of senior sister! Then...when will the master arrive?"< br>
"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just concentrate on holding down Lord Lotus Sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tentacles in the conch rotated left again, and there was no more sound.
Xun Tong angrily pinned the conch of sound transmission back to his waist and cursed in a low voice: "What are you pretending to be, a stinky cousin? Aren't you just afraid that grandpa's contribution will be greater than yours?"
He looked at the larger Black Sea Moon again, his eyes full of pleasure.
This shows that at this time, the profound energy in Master Lianjian's body is passing away rapidly, being greedily absorbed by Black Sea Moon.
Half a day has passed, and the Lord Lotus Sword has not yet broken out of the illusion, which means that she may have been completely lost in it.
He didn’t believe that this woman could still be his opponent after being tortured by Hei Haiyue for so long!
......
He Shutong didn't know where she had fallen into, and the void of darkness made her panic.
She wanted to break through this layer of amniotic fluid-like shackles, but in the end she was powerless. She could only keep falling like this...keep falling.
Suddenly, a bright light seemed to appear, and she struggled to swim away.
There were four beautiful women in the light and shadow, three looked envious, one was beaming with joy, and next to this one, there was a little girl with pink makeup and a proud look on her face.
The joyful beautiful woman put her hands on the girl’s head and rubbed it with affection:
“Our Xiaotong has attained the Meridian Realm at the age of three. I caught her a few days ago. Zhou, guess what you caught?”
“What?”
“How rare is it to enter the Tao through books? In the future, she must be a fairy!”
Everyone laughed and agreed with her, praising the girl endlessly.
......
The light and shadow passed by, and it immediately changed to another scene:
The beautiful woman who praised her daughter has aged a little, and there is another person next to her. There is a burly middle-aged man in rich clothes, and the girl has grown into a graceful and graceful girl.
The beautiful woman looked reproachful, the man looked serious, and the girl looked unruly.
"Let you go to school! You have to learn some swordsmanship! There are thousands of female cultivators, but who among those who use swords has become a true immortal? Quickly throw away all your broken swords!"
"Tong'er, your mother is right, your talent lies in calligraphy. Writing books for the world and introducing human context are considered to be of immeasurable merit to the immortals. Xuanxiao Sect's Calligraphy Immortal Peak is willing to accept you as its Chief, please stop being willful..."
"Okay! You still dare to steal the forbidden skills of the academy! This Bingxin Skill is an evil skill at the expense of the seven emotions and six desires! You want to become a white-eyed wolf, don’t you want to recognize my mother?”
“What? Tong’er, you are so confused!”
< br>The girl frowned angrily, with tears in her eyes. She tore the book in her hand to pieces and left the city angrily.
What she didn’t say was that she secretly learned Bing Xin Kung in order to match her mother’s rapid progress when she boasted to others.
......
The light and shadow change, and the next clearer image appears:
Two dying old people, a man and a woman, are lying on the bed, and the air is filled with the sorrow of life and death. smell.
Two stunning women, one in black robe and one in white skirt, were leaning against the bed, each holding the trembling hand of an old man. The person in the white dress is clearly the girl who ran away from home back then.
"Chu Jun, Xiaotong, don't be sad. Everyone will die, and even the immortal ancestors cannot avoid it, so why cry? It's just that this mandarin sword is about to break in my hand... ”
The old man sighed tremblingly, making the woman in black robe choked with tears even more, while the woman in white skirt looked even more painful, but she couldn't squeeze out tears.
"Dad, don't say that! It was obviously broken in my hand, what does it have to do with you?" The woman in black robe was full of self-blame and held the old man's hand tighter.
"You still have the nerve to say that! You are a girl who prefers bare-handed fists in movies. You haven't even learned the basics of the Yuanjian. You are nothing like the heir of the Yuanjian! Ahem!"
The old man was angry. He immediately started coughing. The woman in black robe quickly patted his back, and the old man said slowly:
"Your mother is better, she can smile like a child. She accepted Xiaotong, who is extremely talented, as her apprentice. He is an ancestor who is worthy of the Yangjian."
The old woman poked her wife hard with her elbow, then held the hand of the woman in the white skirt and said:
"Little one. Tong, don’t listen to that old man. I took you as my disciple because I like you and it has nothing to do with the inheritance of Yangjian. You don’t have to think of this as a burden in the future.”
The woman in the white dress nodded dully. nod.
The old woman smiled kindly and said: "Rather than inheriting the inheritance, I hope that you and Mr. Chu can find a Taoist couple that you are satisfied with. The immortal road is bitterly cold, and it will be very cold if there is no one to hug and keep warm..."
The woman in the white dress gritted her teeth and confessed:
“Master Wife, I can prove to be a true immortal by myself, I don’t need a Taoist companion.”
The old woman was stunned for a moment. Immediately, he smiled more kindly, but there was a trace of sadness in the corner of his eyes:
"In this world, you can do whatever you want..."
The next moment, this smile was frozen in the old woman's face forever. On his face, the old man seemed to notice something, and closed his eyes after shedding two tears.
The woman in black robe cried out sadly, she wiped away her tears, glared at the woman in white skirt and said:
"He Shutong! My mother is going to die and you won't lie to her! Do you have to let her die with regrets? If you weren’t desperate, why would my mother take you in?”
“I am the Yuanyang Sword Sect! Sword, how can you learn the Mandarin Duck Sword without a Taoist companion!"
The woman in the white dress lowered her head in silence, unable to answer a single question.
...
He Shutong understood that these were all her past memories, and the next scenes emerged one after another like a fleeting glance:
She was still fresh in the picture. Wearing a fairy-like white dress, she stood hesitantly outside the gate of the He family in Henggao City.
At this time, the He family was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, looking very festive, and under the grand door plaque, an endless stream of guests all congratulated plausibly:
"Congratulations to the head of the He family. , Happy Lin'er! "
She stood indifferently in the crowd of joyful people, like a foreigner at a loss.
She pursed her lips, then turned and left.
This departure lasted for sixty years. During this period, she traveled around Central Continent, always alone.
She felt that her sword was getting colder and colder, and her heart was getting colder and colder.
Later, in order to break through the realm, she meditated for twenty-five years in the Yuhuan Pond, one of the blessed places of spiritual life, surrounded by thousands of lotus flowers. Finally, she entered the realm of the Venerable Dongxu and returned to the realm. He created a set of Liansheng sword techniques that shocked the past and the present.
With one sword, thousands of lotuses are born.
After breaking through, she returned to the front door of the He family. However, today's He family was not a scene of joy, but was hung with white cloth and solemn. Everyone was wearing sackcloth and mourning, crying bitterly.
The wife of the housekeeper and her mother passed away.
The people who came to express condolences passed by her, and they talked in low voices:
“I heard that Mrs. Liu was chanting her daughter’s name before she died, and she was really angry with her daughter. Dead!”
“Anyone who wants to have a daughter who runs away from home and never comes back for a hundred years will be pissed to death!”
It rained heavily that day, and the rain hit her in the face. She didn't even dare to step in and take a look at her mother.
I don’t know whether it was out of guilt, indifference, or anger, but she turned around and climbed up the Henggao Mountain with one sword and one person. No one could stop her. She stood under the towering and ethereal Shuxian Peak and cut it in half with a sword.
The extra half is called Lotus Peak, the thirteenth extra peak of Xuanxiao Sect.
Since then, she has become the thirteenth great elder of the Xuanxiao Sect, the first sect in Zhongyuan Continent, the Venerable Lotus Sword, and is famous all over the world.
But her father and her younger brother, whom she had never met, never came to see her, and she didn't go to see them either.
Her surname is He, but it seems that her surname is no longer important. From now on, people will only call her Lord Lotus Sword.
Although she is the master of a peak, she does not accept disciples or give lectures. Her indifference and solitary behavior have been criticized by many people. Only the kind-hearted master of Xuanxiao Sect, who is as kind as a master's wife, defies everyone's opinions and works hard. Support her.
And in the great battle that the Holy Mountain was determined to completely purify evil ninety years ago, the old sect leader known as True Monarch Yujing died, right in front of her.
To save her.
Zhenjun Yujing’s body was covered with algae that should have grown on her body. Endless tentacles stretched out from the old woman’s seven orifices. Two round eyes rolled to her feet. She Nothing can be done.
Zhenjun Yujing endured the rot all over his body to comfort her, saying that he did not die to save her, but that he was meant to die, and he just wanted to die a worthy death.
Zhenjun Yujing looked at her expressionless face and smiled, asking her to pierce his spiritual platform and send him on his last journey.
Still unable to shed tears, she nodded and raised her sword.
"It's better to save you. You are as cold as ice. I won't be sad if you finish it with my own hands... Then I... won't feel guilty..."
These words of True Lord Yu Jing before his death Whispering, she couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a confession, but it was engraved in her heart forever.
After that, she got another disciple by chance, but she almost forgot how to communicate with others, let alone had no experience as a teacher for the first time.
Fortunately, the disciple was extremely talented and became the leader of the list of geniuses in the sacred mountain early on, and was known as Fairy Wangshu.
It is a pity that she is as cold as ice and has taught her only disciple to be an iceberg even colder than herself.
Later, she read in a book that people who practice Bingxin Kung Fu are indifferent to emotions and desires due to the influence of the technique. If they want to change, they can seal off their mysterious energy and return to ordinary people to experience the ups and downs, joys and anger. Sadness and joy, after experiencing the world of mortals and then regaining their cultivation level, Bing Xin may be changed.
At this moment, Guan Chujun found her. Chujun asked her to help take care of his only disciple, a ten-year-old blind boy, while Chujun himself needed to explore a hidden truth.
She agreed, and as a condition, she was allowed to live back in Jianzong's courtyard.
At the same time, she also sealed off her own cultivation, and began to become the teacher's wife that the blind boy said had no cultivation.
After returning to the mortal world, she didn't feel any change in herself, and her heart was still the same cold. She sat in her room, meditating, playing the piano, listening to the rain, and watching the snow as a habit.
The blind boy took a bunch of candied haws and asked her, "Do you want to eat it?"
She refused and did not open the door.
The blind boy held a pile of cotton wool and asked her, does the mistress sleep warmly?
She refused and did not open the door...
Similar scenes were repeated countless times. These refusals were her most natural and subconscious behaviors in the past two hundred years.
She felt that she should change, but she didn't know how to deal with it, let alone how to say a few words to people other than Guan Chujun.
To point out the young man's swordsmanship and teach him when he carefully asks questions is the limit of what she can do. She often thinks:
He must be afraid of herself... ...If someone else was his master wife, maybe he would be a little happier...
The pain and confusion in the mortal state was so intense that she was desperate. Maybe she deserved a cold death that no one would care about. retribution.
No matter the immortal or mortal, this heart of ice cannot be melted away.
She should have listened to her mother from the beginning and believed in the so-called "Zhuzhou" to choose the book she hates most and abandon the sword she loves most.
In this way, she who is honest and will not try to be aggressive and secretly learns Bingxin Kung Fu will be the angel her mother showed off to.
In this case, she will not be angry with her mother to death, will not make her mistress regretful, and will not kill True Lord Yu Jing.
As Zhenjun Yujing said, she will not be sad for the death of others, and naturally no one will be sad for her death.
The only disciple will be found by Shenshan to find a better master, and Yousu, entrusted by Chu Jun, will be taken care of by Gu Yao.
Then die with peace of mind...
End this failed life without anyone caring...
He Shutong allowed himself to drift and sink in the darkness, his whole body Like the ashes blown away by the wind after a fire is extinguished, it becomes more and more transparent.
A sense of relief arose spontaneously. She wanted to shed tears, but she really couldn't...
"Master Wife! Let's go together!"
He Shutong seemed to hear someone calling her. The voice was very familiar and anxious.
"Don't be afraid, Master, they don't dare to move! Come out quickly, let's go!"
It's You Su... What happened to him?
"Master's wife! Let's go! Come out quickly and let's go together!"
How could that young man who was always calm and calm appear to cry like this?
He Shutong impatiently searched for the source of the sound, and she swam forward desperately.
She pushed through the fog and seemed to see dozens of vicious people besieging You Su. These people wanted to kill him.
You Su was covered in blood like a trapped animal in stress. His eyes were dark. He was holding his junior sister in one hand and a young boy in the other. He stood in front of her room and kept calling her.
He Shutong understood what You Su was doing. He was stubbornly trying to escape with her.
"Leave me alone! Just take your junior sister and escape!" She shouted silently to the virtual scene, "Leave me alone... Just let me die... …”
The old man told You Su that his wife was no longer in the room, and she had deceived him by leaving a message.
You Su cursed loudly. This was the first time in her memory that this etiquette boy had cursed.
He Shutong felt like his heart was cut by a knife, just like every time before.
"Don't blame me, Master, I'll take you away!" You Su raised his foot and was about to kick open the door.
Even at this time, he would ask her to ignore his rudeness.
“No! No!”
He Shutong almost choked and tried feebly to stop You Su.
She didn’t want You Su to open that door, she didn’t want You Su to feel that she had lied to him, and she didn’t want You Su to find out that she wasn’t around when he needed her most.
She was afraid that the only person in the world who cared about her would be disappointed in her.
Just treat me coldly, just like I treat others coldly!
I obviously only regard you as a condition of the transaction, an object that can be exchanged for others to protect at will! Why do you insist on treating me as someone worth protecting with your life?
I don’t deserve it at all!
You Su kicked the door open with a bang.
Crack.
He Shutong also heard the sound of his heart breaking.
After You Su found out that she was not in the room, he was so sad that it almost overflowed the light curtain.
These people slashed him with swords and wounded him with ice and fire. Everyone looked at him as if he were a stranger and wanted to put him to death...
Just leave me alone. Okay, just leave me alone so I won't enter this room and won't fall into a trap!
"Master's Wife, Master's Wife, Master's Wife..."
I will never hear that gentle and elegant young man call me this tirelessly and passionately again...
How can you accept such a thing!
At this moment, strong and complex emotions were like immortal fire, melting the heart that had been frozen for two hundred years.
The ice heart melted, turning into two lines of clear tears flowing down her cheeks.
Mother, Master, Sect Leader... You Su!
This time! I will never be powerless again!
As He Shutong's thoughts became firmer, her dissipated body fragments returned to their original places one by one, and her transparent body gradually turned back into reality. The Xuan Qi that was sucked away by the Black Sea Moon also returned to her like a torrent. body.
With one sword, thousands of lotuses are born!
The moon in the black sea exploded like fireworks. Xun Tiao looked at the spotless Lotus Fairy hanging in the air and was frightened.
The bright moon hangs high, and no matter how tall the tree is, it cannot block its bright and clear brilliance.
On this night, Venerable Lianjian, the leader of female sword cultivators in the world, returned to the realm of Venerable Dongxu.
(End of this chapter)