Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 40

It rained all night, and the air in the morning was fresh and pleasant. Amidst the emerald chirping of thousands of birds, Lin Jingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps he suffered from a bit of wind and cold, but Lin Jingyu's head was still a little dizzy, he rubbed his forehead lightly, thought for a while, he only remembered that he passed out outside, and he didn't know how he got back.

Lin Jingyu looked down and found that his clothes that were supposed to be wet were actually dry, apparently someone changed his clothes for him.

Lin Jingyu's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously touched his arm.There was nothing on his arm, and the Xuanhuo Jian that was supposed to be tied to it was gone.

Xuanhuojian has a lot to do with it, if not done well, it may cause disputes between Qingyunmen and Fenxianggu.Lin Jingyu panicked all of a sudden.

Just when Lin Jingyu was burning with anxiety, a vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears.

"Son, are you looking for this?"

Lin Jingyu turned his head to look, and saw an old man with a haggard hand holding the Xuanhuo Jian, asking kindly.

As soon as Lin Jingyu saw the Xuanhuo Jian in the old man's hand, his heart suddenly settled down, he heaved a sigh of relief, and replied: "Old man, this is exactly what I was looking for."

The old man's beard and hair were half white, and he looked at Lin Jingyu with a sense of care, and asked softly: "This Xuanhuo Jian is the treasure of Fenxiang Valley, how did it get into your hands?"

This seemingly inconspicuous old man actually knew Xuan Huo Jian!

Lin Jingyu was startled, he frowned and asked: "Old man, do you recognize Xuanhuojian?"

The corner of the old man's wrinkled mouth smiled slightly, and said: "Although I am old, I am not blind yet. How could I not recognize such a treasure as Xuanhuo Jian?"

Since this old man was able to appear in the ancestor's ancestral hall, he must also be a senior with a lot of experience in Qingyun sect. In this way, it is not surprising that he can recognize Xuanhuojian.

Lin Jingyu took the Xuanhuo Jian from the hand of the old man, and explained: "A few days ago, I was ordered by the head teacher to go down the mountain to practice, and I passed by Xiaochi Town... I got this Xuanhuo Jian from their hands."

Although Lin Jingyu saw this old man for the first time, he felt inexplicably kind, so he told the story of that day in its entirety.

After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, the old man nodded and sighed: "So that's the case. I never thought that the famous and upright Fenxianggu would do such a tragic thing. If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, no one would believe it."

"Famous and decent? Huh!" Lin Jingyu snorted disdainfully, and said: "These so-called famous and decent are just wolves in sheep's clothing, talking about the common people every day, but in fact, they are doing something shady behind their backs. Human deeds! Killing and arson, what do they not do?"

Ever since Lin Jingyu knew about his former enemy, he had always disliked the so-called upright sects of Tianyin Temple, and when he heard the old man's exclamation, he couldn't help but sneer.

The old man seemed to have heard about Lin Jingyu, he paused for a moment, and then asked: "Son, this Xuanhuo Jian is the treasure of Fenxiang Valley, you got it, why don't you return it to Fenxiang Valley? "

Lin Jingyu shook his head and said: "Xuanhuojian is a treasure that should be home to the virtuous. Fenxiang Valley exterminates people and the whole family is immoral, so why should I return the Xuanhuojian?"

Fenxianggu exterminated the entire clan in order to vent their anger, it was indeed an immoral act, and it was despised by others, it is normal for Lin Jingyu to think this way.

Regarding Lin Jingyu's words, the old man smiled and was noncommittal. Instead, he pointed to the dragon-slaying sword that was placed aside, and asked with a smile: "It's been a while since you got the Xuanhuojian. During this time, have you ever felt that the dragon-slaying sword is the sword that cuts the dragon?" Is there something unusual about Dragon Sword?"

"Dragon Slaying Sword?" Lin Jingyu couldn't help but think of something when asked by the old man.

On Liubo Mountain that day, if the power of Xuanhuojian had not awakened Zhanlong in time, Lin Jingyu would have died in the hands of the blood-sucking patriarch.

Thinking of this, Lin Jingyu quickly asked, "Is there any connection between Xuanhuo Jian and Dragon Slaying Sword?"

The old man nodded and replied: "The Xuanhuojian and Zhanlongjian came out of the same line in the southern border. The Xuanhuojian was transformed by the fire dragon of the Eight Desolation, and it became the essence of all fires. The five elements belong to fire. Cast from green crystals for ten thousand years, the five elements belong to earth. Fire produces earth, and Dragon Slaying Sword and Xuanhuojian are complementary things."

After hearing the old man's words, Lin Jingyu couldn't help exclaiming: "Complement each other? I never thought that Dragon Slaying Sword and Xuanhuojian have such a relationship."

At this time, Lin Jingyu looked at the old man with more solemn eyes, Lin Jingyu bowed respectfully to the old man, and said: "Disciple Lin Jingyu hasn't asked the old man's honorable name yet."

"Honorable name?" The old man laughed at himself and waved his hands, his tone seemed a little lonely and sad: "I'm just a sweeper, so I don't have any honorable name."

After finishing speaking, the old man slightly arched his already stooped back, trying to make himself look more ordinary.

But Lin Jingyu already knew that this old man was by no means as simple as he seemed, there must be a past in his heart that he didn't want to mention, but he didn't want to talk about it, and Lin Jingyu couldn't ask.

The old man turned around, turned his back to Lin Jingyu, and while walking towards the door, he said slowly and meaningfully: "Son, the sword is the weapon of a gentleman, and those who cultivate the sword should have the world in mind, and the sword has a benevolent heart." , instead of being like you, full of hostility and resentment, I hope you will take care of yourself and don't let down your peerless talent."

Lin Jingyu felt depressed, looked at the back of the old man walking towards the door, and retorted: "The way of heaven is not benevolent, and people's hearts are not benevolent, so what's the use of me even having the world in my heart, isn't it because I can't even protect the people closest to me? "

Hearing Lin Jingyu's resentment, the old man who had already walked out of the door slowly turned around again, a gleam in his eyes that did not match his appearance, and said: "The way of heaven is so inhumane, and people's hearts are not benevolent, then let me ask you , if you keep complaining like this, will the way of heaven change? Will people’s hearts change? Will the people you are close to come back? Children, don’t just indulge in complaining, there are always people in this world who you can only cherish, look up Look, this world is a bright future after all."

Is someone worthy of my treasure?After hearing the old man's words, Lin Jingyu asked secretly in his heart, and suddenly that snow-white figure appeared in his mind, and his heart seemed to be much more peaceful.

Lin Jingyu's heart moved slightly, and he looked up at the old man standing outside the door again.

It was almost noon, and the bright sun was hanging high outside the house, and the sky was bright and bright. The old man's thin and crooked figure was so stalwart under the sunlight, like a mountain, which made people admire.

The old man grinned at Lin Jingyu, and said: "If you want to open up, you can come to the back of the palace to find me this evening. Although Cang Song is not in Qingyun, you can't just waste your talent like this."

Taoist Cangsong has a very high status in Qingyun, so it was somewhat disrespectful for the old man to call him by his first name, but Lin Jingyu didn't feel the slightest inappropriateness, it seemed that he should have called him that in the first place.

The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset is like weaving.The evening scenery of Tongtian Peak is a bit more solemn and solemn than that of Longshou Peak.

The Patriarch's Ancestral Hall is located on the mountainside behind the Tongtian Peak. Stone steps rise from the foot of the mountain like a ladder, and there are thousands of floors.

There are dense forests on both sides of the stone steps. It is late autumn, and the leaves in the forest are falling one after another, falling on the original white stone steps, paving a layer of dark green carpet.

On these layers of stone steps, an old figure is holding an old broom, carefully cleaning each stone step, meticulously, as if he is not sweeping the floor, but polishing something. A peerless work of art.

Lin Jingyu walked up to the old man, arched his body slightly, and said: "Old man, I'm here."

"En", upon hearing Lin Jingyu's voice, the old man pointed to the broom on the side without raising his head, and said, "Sweep the floor."

sweep the floor?Lin Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised.

He thought that the old man called him over to teach him the Taoism, but he didn't expect to ask him to sweep the floor?
"What are you doing in a daze, if you don't sweep the sky, it will be dark." Seeing Lin Jingyu, the old man was still standing aside, urging him.

Although Lin Jingyu was a little confused, he still responded, put the Dragon Slaying Sword behind his back, picked up the broom on the ground and swept it together with the old man.

There are thousands of layers of stone steps in the back mountain, and it is very troublesome to sweep. Just after sweeping the first floor, after a while, another leaf fell on it. Lin Jingyu had no choice but to go back and sweep the stone steps that he had swept before. slow.

Seeing Lin Jingyu cleaning back and forth, the old man was busy, and knocked on Lin Jingyu's broom, with the vicissitudes of life in his tone.

"Children, look forward, don't always stare at the past, otherwise you will always live in the memory, and you will never be able to move forward."

Although the old man's voice was not loud, and even a little weak, it seemed like Dong Zhe's thunderbolt hit Lin Jingyu's heart all at once.

Yeah, how is life different from sweeping the floor?If he blindly sweeps the stone steps that have already been swept, blindly living in the past, and blindly living in painful memories, how can he see the future.

Vengeance has to be avenged, debts have to be paid, but the road has to be walked. In this world, besides revenge and complaining, he has more things to do. He has brothers, a teacher, and the woman he misses so much.

He should never have lived for hatred.

At this moment, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt that a shackle had been released from his heart, and he was much more relaxed.

Lin Jingyu's body shook slightly, and he looked up at the old man beside him, and saw that the old man was still bent over, with a normal expression, and was silently sweeping the stone steps, as if what he said just now was really just teaching him how to sweep the floor .

The autumn air was crisp and the sky was clear and the clouds were clear. Lin Jingyu took a deep breath of fresh air, bowed to the old man to the end, and respectfully said: "The words of the elders, disciple Lin Jingyu will be taught."

"A child can be taught, hehe, a child can be taught."

The old man still looked old, without raising his head, he just swept his own ground, as if there was nothing more important in this world than sweeping the ground.

As the sun set, the old man's hunched back was elongated by the setting sun. At this moment, in Lin Jingyu's eyes, the old man's figure was unexpectedly so tall.

(End of this chapter)