I want to embrace the moon for nine days

It is an ancient temple.

When it was first built, a bronze statue was enshrined in the temple.

He has a high bun and a long beard, his facial features are lifelike, he is wearing a brocade robe, and he holds a scroll in one hand and a long sword in the other.

The newly cast bronze shone as brightly as gold. The incense was burning brightly, and people were coming and going, worshipping in awe. There were also children hiding in the nearby temples, playing quietly.

However, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, wars were frequent. Over time, 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 mined from the deep mountains, but after a long time and the attacks of wind and rain, they are now covered with moss.

The temple was tilted, with several holes in the roof, and huge rocks rolled down, blocking the main entrance of the temple.

The first time the bronze man became conscious was when it seemed that there was a strange shock between heaven and earth. Changes occurred in the underworld, and there was a yin cave that overlapped with the ancient temple in the mountains.

But he was still unable to speak or move, and could only recall and feel countless times what his body had experienced.

He should have had a sword in his hand, but it was nowhere to be found. There should have been people in the temple, but they were nowhere to be found.

The main entrance was blocked by huge rocks, and the hole in the temple roof became the only place where the outside world could be seen.

The sun and the moon rotate, the stars pass by, spring, summer, autumn and winter, scorching heat and severe cold, ice and snow, heavy rain, and long winds in the mountains...

One year, two years, three years, four years, ten years, a hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years.

Compared with the silence of the bronze man, the sun and the moon are whistling, the stars are galloping, the four seasons refuse to stop, and everything is running around this dilapidated temple with long howls and screams.

The Tongren felt more and more anxious, and the gap in his heart became bigger and bigger. Finally one day, he moved.

He walked down from the altar, approached the main door step by step, and knocked open the huge rock blocking the door. He took less than three steps before he suddenly stopped.

The world has changed dramatically, and the mountain has undergone countless changes. Right in front of the dilapidated temple, within a few feet, it has turned into a cliff, bottomless and shrouded in mist.

The first thing the bronze man encountered when he entered this world was this cliff.

From extremely high to extremely low, from solid to empty, his heart was filled with inexplicable waves, and he clenched his empty right hand.

The mountain lost half of its shape, and the bronze man lost his sword and himself.

He did not even try to go around to other directions of the ancient temple to check. Instead, he simply bent down and climbed down the cliff with great difficulty.

He thought he was a human being, but when he walked into the town, his copper-green eyes clicked and scanned the surroundings, and all he saw in return was people's immense fear.

Later he realized that he was not a human being, but he did not think of himself as a monster.

He just wanted to find a sword he liked and a group of people who made him happy.

It was not enough to just be a statue covered with rust. In order to achieve his goal, he went everywhere to find ways to practice.

Hearing that there was a tiger in the mountains who knew how to practice cultivation, he went to find the tiger. The tiger was sleeping on a pile of human bones. When it saw him coming, it not only did not return the greeting or speak, but also wanted to eat him. He entered the tiger's stomach and burst out.

Hearing that there was a fortune teller in the market who knew how to practice, he went to visit him. The fortune teller tricked him into the altar at home, and with rapid breathing, he drew talismans all over his body, trying to turn him into a magic weapon.

He read it once and seemed to understand the spells. He also made a gesture in front of the fortune teller's chest. For some reason, the fortune teller became like a puppet, doing whatever others said.

The bronze man left disappointed, but then he heard that there was a fox in a wealthy family who knew how to practice spiritual cultivation, so he broke in. When the beautiful woman saw him, she turned into a white fox and fled in fear, never to return.

He also heard that there was a little immortal in Mount Huashan who could travel thousands of miles away when he slept.

He searched all over Mount Huashan and finally found the bored young man in a cave.

The young man had a stern face, looking very unhappy: "If your aptitude is not good, I can advise you. If your aptitude is neither good nor bad, I can teach you. But your aptitude is too good, so practicing is not a good thing for you."

The bronze man asked, "Why?"

"No matter how good or bad your aptitude is, there are countless flavors to be had in cultivation, and you can explore them. If your aptitude is too good, you will be able to cultivate quickly, but there is no such long road in the world for you to cultivate. If you are not careful, you will cultivate yourself to death."

The boy pointed at his nose with a bitter face, "I just practiced too fast, and I'm about to encounter the third disaster."

"You should leave quickly. I plan to rely on sleep to delay the time of the disaster as much as possible and find a way to break it. I don't want to see anyone anymore."

The bronze man begged hard, and the young man had no choice but to give him a jade axe.

"I see you have learned some rudimentary spells. Take the axe and deduce according to your own pursuits."

The young man laughed and said, "Hey, you monsters are pretty resistant to the elements, maybe you died later than me. Come back and take a look. If you see me dead, remember to build a tombstone for me. Write on it: Tomb of the Little God Chen Tuan, the Unparalleled Talented and Brilliant Person in the World for the Last Five Hundred Years."

"You also need to write down who erected the monument. Um, what's your name?"

The bronze man looked at the boy's smile, and for the only time in his life he did not object to the name of the monster, and said blankly: "My name is bronze man."

"Bronze Man, this is the name of your clan, right?"

Chen Tuan pondered, "Everyone should have his own name. All things carry the yin and embrace the yang, and the collision of qi makes them harmonious. The most wonderful thing about Taoism is harmony. From now on, you will be called... Yu He!"

He smiled and said, "I hope you remember this name. In the future, you should be more indifferent to life experiences and changes in the outside world. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will really become a bad monster."

“When your heart is at peace, you will naturally be able to appreciate the wonders of the world!”

The bronze man nodded in confusion, and when he came to his senses, the cave in front of him had closed.

He left with the jade axe, feeling very happy. But not long after, when he was pondering the jade axe under the moonlight, he was approached by a group of Pure Land monks. Blood clouds were surging, and bones were flying in the sky. They wanted to train him into a magic weapon.

By the time he ran far away, the jade axe had been lost. After that, he never found Chen Tuan again. He cried for a long time and went to look for him elsewhere.

Until he met an old Taoist priest in Emei, who took him to the bank of 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. He pulled his hand, pointed at the clear river water and said, "When the Yellow River becomes clear, a saint will emerge!"

Yu He was not very happy.

A saint doesn't sound very human.

He just wanted to have a good sword, a group of people to accompany him, and be a person with a name and a surname, as Chen Tuan said.

But the people of Emei regarded him as a saint and treated him very well. He gradually forgot his initial doubts and practiced sword, cultivated himself, and had fun. He lived a happy life.

Oh! Except for Xue Zhulian, this guy is very hateful, I really want to beat him up, but I can't beat him too hard, otherwise if he runs away and doesn't come back, I will have one less person by my side.

After Yu He trained his body to be like a human, he began to travel around the world according to Emei's arrangement.

He received countless respects and the number of people who kowtowed to him far exceeded what he had hoped for in the ruined temple. He felt a little uneasy.

But other people didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong. His master and fellow brothers told him that he was going to become a saint in the future, so why make a fuss!
Xue Zhulian would also say that if you are nice to them, they will naturally be nice to you, and that is normal.

But, that damn guy Xue Zhulian was wrong again.

The world was still in chaos at that time. Although Yu He saved many people, there were inevitably some troubles after he left, which made him worried, so he secretly went back to check.

Then he discovered that many people, with the sword-breaking skills he taught them, had long since fled to join other forces.

The only person in Emei is an old man who is about to die and is barely on the verge of disaster of water and fire, and a few energetic kids. Even their allies are just a few smiling little Taoist priests on Mount Wudang.

How can they compare to the dragon demon lineage that produced two powerful disaster warriors during the Eastern Jin Dynasty?
How can it compare with the Zoroastrianism passed down from the Black Caliphate?

There are so many, many forces that may not be as good as Emei, but have strong backing and are more reliable than Emei!
Yu He wanted to get rid of those traitors at that time, but was dissuaded by his master and senior brothers. They said that the reputation of a saint should not be tarnished and he should not be too cruel. The main focus should be on educating and leading them to repentance.

Until the master died, he never forgot these things and reminded him of them.

Yu He endured it, but the more he endured, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Education, can education really be trusted? If this man is not dead, how do you know he will not rebel again?
This time he rebelled, but before he could do much harm, what about next time?

The Way of Heaven moves without accumulation, and ordinary people can never grasp it.

After enduring for more than a hundred years, Yu He has reached the point where whenever he sees someone, he will feel that the other person is going to betray him the next day.

Even if she won't betray him, won't she secretly criticize, despise, and misinterpret his actions?

He only wants respect from those around him, without any impurities, but the more people there are, the more difficult this standard becomes; the higher his cultivation level, the larger the area around him becomes.

Maybe people in the world really cannot understand each other. When you show kindness, you can never be sure what they will give you in return. Finally, one day, Yu He suddenly had the urge to kill everyone.

After killing, you no longer have to worry about betrayal or mutual understanding. How clean it is.

But no, because if he did that, he would not only no longer be a saint, he would not even be a human being.

In order to suppress this idea, Yu He took away all the disciples who had received the true teachings and lived far away on an island.

But he could no longer control his pursuit.

He wanted to find a way to keep everyone alive without having to worry about them having any intention of betraying "Yu He".

To this end, he has been to the South China Sea, the Arctic, and Western Kunlun.

Relatively speaking, Kunlun is the most humane place, but also the most unsightly.

All the seemingly pious scenes are due to the threat of death and are driven by the pursuit of profit.

Yu He just took a look, sneered, and was about to leave.

At that time, the Dharma King Kunlun came to him and asked him why he came. He asked him indirectly and sat with him for many days. Although he still did not get an answer, he proposed to cooperate with him.

"Although I don't know what the Martial Saint is seeking, I believe he must seek the answer from the Martial Dao. There is a place between heaven and earth where the wisdom of Martial Dao is concentrated, and it is called the Qiankun Lingtai."

King Kunlun led him into the pagoda, smiled and brushed aside the silk, revealing a stone statue.

"My master and I have been contemplating for many years and have figured out a method to open the Qiankun Lingtai. Unfortunately, it still requires a lotus of reincarnation as a key. Kunlun's key is incomplete. After my master died, I can no longer observe even the incomplete key."

"If the Martial Saint can refine the two pieces of Samsara Lotus from this stone statue, when we gather all the precious medicines in the future, you and I will enter the Qiankun Spiritual Platform together, and all our wishes will be fulfilled!"

Yu He stared for a long time and drew his sword.

The sword technique of gathering demons and refining treasures caused a sword scar to appear on the body of Kunlun Patriarch. The lotus of reincarnation that had long been integrated into his body and mind also gradually grew out from the sword scar.

The alliance between Donghai and Kunlun was thus established.

Over the years, they both gradually got to know each other's desires. Coincidentally, their goals did not conflict for a long time to come.

Yu He only cares about the world of the living, while the King of Kunlun seeks the underworld.

Qiankun Lingtai represents the wisdom of heaven and earth. This wisdom does not require the use of physical force, so it does not interfere with the Yin and Yang worlds.

But if someone adds a tendency to use power to this Qiankun Lingtai, within ten years at the shortest and a hundred years at the longest, it will naturally be possible to clear the connection between "wisdom" and "soul", and indirectly control the flow of countless thoughts in the underworld.

King Kunlun wanted to break through the third disaster. Relying on this, he moved endless thoughts from ancient times to the present and built a huge pure land unprecedented in history until he controlled the entire underworld.

It is impossible to control the original power of the underworld by relying on direct contact with the demon-subduing spirit, but by relying on the indirect influence of the Qiankun Lingtai and the construction of the Eternal Pure Land to amplify the effect, and by advancing step by step, he may be able to succeed in the end.

The only problem is…

The Dharma King of Kunlun died before he actually stepped into the Qiankun Spiritual Platform, and his soul was completely scattered and turned into ashes!

The moment Yu He saw Helian Peng's soul evaporate, countless images flashed through his mind. Then he lightly bent his fingers and flicked the blade of the Blood-Red Mandarin Duck Sword.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
There are three consecutive sounds, clear and pleasant to the ears, cleansing the mind.

It seemed like a funeral for this ally.

"You don't seem to have any intention of backing down."

Su Hanshan stepped into the void and moved forward slowly. Not only did his wound fail to heal, but the skin on his left hand was also torn.

His face became paler and paler, and he forced out his own blood. The bits of blood that flew out of his hands increasingly showed a deep and unfathomable mysterious magic, like red and purple.

"Fighting one against four, is this the confidence of a martial saint, or is it arrogance?"

Yu He lowered his eyes to look at the sword and said calmly: "Should I retreat?"

What he got from the Qiankun Lingtai could not fully meet his needs, and he wanted to explore further.

But the four petals of the Samsara Lotus are now in Su Hanshan's hands.

As soon as he leaves today, Yu He will no longer have a chance when Su Hanshan and the others figure out how to enter the spiritual platform.

So there should be no thought of retreating.

"and……"

Yu He looked up and asked again, "Do I need to retreat?"

Three old guys, weak and sick, just like chickens and dogs. If a fight really breaks out, how much room do they have to intervene?
Although Yu He did not say this, the moment he raised his eyes, his intention was clearly revealed, as if the sharp edge of a sword was pressing down on the brows of the three old guys.

"It's useless to talk nonsense. Please taste the sword!"

An old and vigorous voice came from the air.

In Su Hanshan's eyes, Yu He's figure suddenly became light and ethereal, breaking away from his original spatial position, performing a whole set of sword techniques, and came towards him to kill.

The figure was ethereal and the sword light was flying everywhere. When the last sword came down, the mystery of the whole set of swordsmanship was fully revealed.

This was no longer his usual sword technique of reversing yin and yang and tempering the edge of the Blood-Red Mandarin Duck sword.

Rather, it is a flash of light after endless confusion. It is the infinite light that is born from the chaos and confusion of yin and yang, and sudden enlightenment.

The light from the east illuminates the whole universe, cutting through the floating clouds above and ending the dark underworld below!
This is clearly the scene of the East China Sea spending a hundred years comprehending the Yin-Yang sword art and the sunrise over the vast ocean.

Su Hanshan was very good at learning martial arts. With just one look, he had already completely learned the sword technique. He raised his hand and his palm was like a sword.

Although the colorful light was still flowing when he swung his hand, the change in his mind was clearly a new variation of that sword technique.

The sun rises in the east, and the shadows of the mountains grow long.

This palm was like when the sun rises, the shadow of the mountain changed from long to short, and from short to long, extending out like a sword.

It is thin and sharp like a shadow, born with the light, and can naturally cut into the gaps in the opponent's swordsmanship.

Pu Qunsheng and Jin Chang were relatively lightly injured. At this moment, they caught the subtle changes in the fight between the two sides and couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts.

Wonderful! This palm is so wonderful!

It was truly a stroke of genius. With just one strike, he would definitely be able to gain the upper hand.

But at this moment, Su Hanshan's face suddenly tensed, his eyebrows raised, his pupils rapidly split, and he roared.

The palm strike was wonderful, and he actually changed his moves with all his strength. The fingers one by one, just trying to break free from the previous inertia, made a sound like thousands of lightning bolts breaking.

But he finally broke free from the idea of ​​the mountain shadow accompanying the sun, clenched his palm into a fist, and smashed it out with a roar.

boom! ! ! !

This punch was extremely brutal, with the momentum of smashing the devil and destroying the Buddha statue, and it tried its best to produce five-colored divine light.

It was like a huge colorful meteor, crashing into the layers of bright sword light.

The violent roar and vibration caused the cave formed by the previous battle between the three great masters of Emei to be covered with long and deep cracks and gullies.

Su Hanshan's figure flew backwards, passing the ninth step, until his back hit the door of the spiritual platform.

It seemed like he had only thrown one punch, but after he stopped, both of his arms were covered with deep scars that could be seen to the bone, and the sword light even extended to his neck.

There was a bloodstain that ran across his right cheek and connected to his earlobe.

Yu He's figure also flew backwards several miles away.

Tens of thousands of bright sword marks along the way broke, cushioning the force on his body.

The injuries on his body were much simpler, with only a slight half-inch dent in his chest, leaving behind a five-colored rotating fist mark.

Jin Chang was on the ninth step, but he was first affected by the disaster of laziness, and then his soul arm was broken. His thinking ability was a little poor, and he didn't have time to help. He watched Su Hanshan fly back from his side.

Moreover, he had no idea why Su Hanshan wanted to change his clever move into a brutal one.

From a situation where they could have gained the upper hand and advanced step by step, it turned out to be like this now, with both of them suddenly being seriously injured!
No one in the entire Netherworld had time to explain.

When Su Hanshan crashed into the door of the Lingtai.

Yu He had already caught his breath and was in mid-air with a sword pointing to the sky.

boom! ! !
Above the cave, the thick underworld strata suddenly broke apart, revealing a large hole that led directly to the surface of the underworld.

A huge amount of geological fragments are collapsing and deforming.

The other people in the cave were still able to see at the microscopic level, and naturally could tell that the microscopic matter was being cut and guided, as if carving, and the final product looked like... a brain.

The brain starts from the microscopic level and is combined into fist-sized brains and house-sized brains.

There is a connection of sword light between the numerous brains of all sizes. The light flowing inside the brain is thinner and more varied.

These underworld creatures are learning sword skills!
Su Hanshan deeply understood the simplicity and plainness of the previous sword technique.

Even if an ordinary person who has never learned martial arts, as long as he sees the diagram of this sword technique and studies it carefully, he will probably be able to make breakthroughs to the three major realms in a row within 49 days.

Reach a level equivalent to the third realm of martial arts.

If this set of sword techniques continues to be improved and people can continue to practice it, it will be much easier than for martial artists of the same level to practice other techniques.

There are endless causes and effects between people in the world. As long as this set of martial arts is spread out and one person practices it, it will trigger cause and effect, and more people will practice it until the whole world is involved.

But what's the cost?

The price is that people who practice this sword technique will become more and more like Yu He in their judgment of things, and their way of thinking will become more and more like Yu He's.

They are all still independent individuals, with their own lives, their own names, their own luck, and their own appearances, but the similarity in their thinking will also make their temperaments more and more similar.

Maybe one day, facing the sunset in the sky.

Yu He would feel that he should smile.

Then, on the vast earth, between the North and South Poles, tens of millions of creatures, whether they are human, demon, or slightly intelligent beasts, will look up and show the same smile.

Before this, Su Hanshan was directly misled by the 100% sword intent demonstrated by Yu He himself, and he almost went down this path.

Yu He would not take such brutal measures against the general public.

Yu He will not devour their spirits, but everyone is carving themselves in the process of practicing swordsmanship and becoming "Yu He".

This is the way to keep everyone alive and understand "Yu He".

Even this transformation will improve their martial arts aptitudes. As long as they are in different environments, they will gain different insights from the same perspective, and they can understand each other very easily.

That is the true heyday of martial arts, and that is the true martial saint.

“If the world is to see the rule of a sage, it cannot be done by me alone, but should be the joint efforts of everyone.”

Yu He's voice was full of righteousness, shaking this dark cave. His heart was filled with great wishes, and the light of his sword was boundless.

Although this set of swordsmanship has not yet spread in the world.

However, take each group of microscopic particles in the underworld as a disciple, help them carve out their brains, and use a little sword intent to activate these brains.

For now, we can simulate a little bit, like what the future heyday of kendo will look like when it is truly achieved.

"Either there are no saints in the world, or every living being is a saint!"

Just the sound of this chanting, with the blessing of all the sword masters, penetrated the underworld and spread to the world of the living.

Many city-states and villages near Kunlun Mountain heard the rumbling sound between heaven and earth.

"Su Hanshan, you take this blow..."

"All living beings ascend to the Holy Sword Technique!"

(End of this chapter)