Infinite Throne

   Chapter 976 One Hundred Years

  Tianjianmen,

   is an ancient mysterious gate that has been passed down for more than three thousand years.

   A hundred years ago, there were occasional monks from Tianjianmen who walked in the world and left behind various legends.

   In the past 100 years, Xuanmen has retreated, and the footprints of high-level monks have almost disappeared in the city.

   Gradually, some people call these monks who can call wind and rain, move mountains and reclaim the sea in legends as "immortals".

   After all, you can't see or touch.

   Today,

  In the hanging mountains, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, like a paradise.

   There is an ancient villa somewhere in the floating immortal island.

  This mansion is said to have been built by a genius monk who had only spent four years to build a golden elixir a hundred years ago.

  This house has now become a forbidden area in Tianjianmen. Except for a very few people who can enter, the rest of the disciples are not allowed to approach.

   Inside the Heavenly Sword Gate,

  Many disciples thought about this strange house.

  Some people say that this house seems to be just a private house, but there is a hidden world inside, which is very likely to be a treasure house in Tianjianmen.

  Some people say that this house is said to be uninhabited, but it is very likely that there are unknown ancestors of Tianjianmen who retreated and cultivated in it.

  The younger generation of disciples have different opinions on this.

   But no matter what the statement is, there is a point of view that is universally recognized.

   The former owner of this house must be an amazing and unparalleled generation.

Look at the architectural style, the horizontal and vertical structure of the building, and the interior layout. Many disciples from the city, when they first saw the exterior of the villa, thought it was someone in the door who directly used supernatural powers. , moved from the mundane world.

   But when they heard that this old house was a hundred years ago, they were so shocked that their jaw dropped. This is unimaginable.

   Was there such an "avant-garde" building a hundred years ago?

   Later,

   Someone overheard,

   The former owner of this ancient house...surnamed "Lin".

  …

   And this time.

  A white-haired woman, in the forest house, she is independent by sword and looks like a fairy.

   But if someone looks at it from a distance, they will find that the back of this white-haired woman reveals an unconcealed loneliness in the dust, which makes people feel pity.

  The woman stood for a long time.

   She had a thin layer of dew on the tips of her hair.

   seems to be here, standing all night.

   suddenly,

   She moved.

   She opened her eyes indifferently, holding a snow-white long sword, dancing in the sky above the forest house.

   This is "Sword Dance".

   That was a hundred years ago, on that day, the senior brother manipulated her to dance the "sword dance" in the sky.

   "Pop! Clap! Clap!"

  When the white-haired woman floated to the ground, not far away, a shadow was slightly twisted, and a sloppy old man with a messy beard walked out from the shadow.

  I saw the old man wearing a sloppy Taoist robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a tattered umbrella on his back.

   "I have seen Senior Brother Jian."

   The white-haired woman put away her long sword and bowed in salute.

"Hey, we're all so familiar, so don't be polite, Junior Sister Xiaoman." It turned out that this sloppy Taoist was actually Jian Nanchun, who was handsome back then. Jian Nanchun waved his hand, took off the gourd from his waist, unscrewed the bottle cap, and grumbled up. The head poured a big mouthful of spirits from the world into his mouth, and after one mouthful, he exclaimed with joy.

   "Xia Xiaoman is dead, Senior Brother Jian, don't forget, I'm Xia Ruxue." The white-haired woman raised her head, and a trace of sadness floated in her eyes: "...This is life."

"It's like snow, just like snow, as you like, it's not bad anyway." Jian Nanchun heroically wiped off the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his dirty sleeves, looked towards a corner of the courtyard, and at the end of Jian Nanchun's eyes, stood there. With three graves. "Lin Yi's Tomb", "Lin Father's Tomb" and "Lin Mother's Tomb" were engraved on the tomb respectively. His eyes stopped for a moment, Jian Nanchun shook his head and chuckled: "Another year has passed."

   "Senior brother, don't drink any more, it will kill you."

  Xia Ruxue looked at Jian Nanchun's unrestrained attitude and sighed.

   "As the saying goes, one has to be happy in life, and don't let fine wine be empty against the moon. Junior Brother Lin Yi once said that wine can cure all diseases and heal thousands of sorrows. This is a good thing!"

As soon as Jian Nanchun finished speaking, he regretted it, because when he said that name, he clearly saw Junior Sister Xia Ruxue's calm face, and suddenly twisted it.

   The two fell into an awkward silence.

   "Uh, sorry, senior drank a little too much."

   "No harm."

  Xia Ruxue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her heart was like still water.

   Jian Nanchun rolled his eyes and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, your sword intent is getting more and more condensed, it seems that you are not far from a breakthrough, right?"

  Xia Ruxue shook his head: "The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is drying up day by day. If you want to break through, it's easier said than done."

"But there are always geniuses and geniuses in this world, isn't it? You look like a hundred years old, and the world calls you a 'celestial man'. Unlike my senior brother, I have grown old and are no longer as heroic as they used to be!" Jian Nanchun didn't know that he had no intention of The words in between touched Xia Ruxue's sore spot again.

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Ruxue looked away, suppressed the trembling sword, and said softly: "Senior brother's 'no trace sword intent', in the eyes of junior sister, has also reached the realm of transformation, before senior brother speaks out, junior sister It was almost impossible to notice the arrival of Senior Brother."

  …

   A hundred years ago.

  Yingxue Pavilion.

   In the yard, Jiannanchun sat cross-legged on the snow.

  The girl was sitting under the eaves, eating burnt bait and drinking hot tea.

  The youth wandered beside Jian Nanchun, in high spirits.

"You won't notice the dead leaves on a big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadows behind you, you won't notice the paint peeling on the Qinglou plaque, and you won't notice that it's raining heavily. into turbulent water droplets."

   "To make others think you are a 'Shadow', first of all, you have to be a 'Shadow'."

   "Suppress your emotions, slow your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget the very fact of being a human being, and completely integrate into your surroundings."

  …

   "It's like a shadow, without a trace, I realized it too late."

   For a while, Jian Nanchun's eyes were dazed, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, back to that yard, back to that day.

   Until ten years ago, when Jian Nanchun was nostalgic for the past, he finally realized what Junior Brother Lin Yi said back then, and realized his own practice, his own sword intent - "Wuhen".

   Now,

   Even Jian Nanchun's smile froze.

   He had just beaten Xia Ruxue, and then he was beaten again.

   The name "Lin Yi" seems to have become a scar in their hearts that will never be erased.

   Every time I lift it, my chest hurts.

  Even after a hundred years.

   How long is a hundred years?

   If it was the previous Jian Nanchun, maybe he would say, a long time, a long time.

   But now he felt that it didn't take long.

   At the very least, a hundred years of vicissitudes are not enough to make the memories fade away completely.

   "Forget it, not much more to say," Jian Nanchun recovered and clapped his hands with a smile: "Today is the anniversary of the death of the younger brother, July 7th, let's all be happy."

While talking, Jian Nanchun walked to the corner of the courtyard, where the three tombs embraced, sprinkled strong wine, turned his back to Xia Ruxue, and said, "Drink a few more sips, Senior Brother knows, you used to like to have **** with you. Senior Chen hid and secretly drank. Senior brother didn't know the taste of wine before, but now, he is better at it."

"By the way, Senior Chen is strong, and he is still pretending to be an uncle in the handyman class. Many newcomers don't know the identity of Senior Chen, you know, every time I look at those newcomers, I take Senior Chen as an old man to call me. , it's funny."

"However, my family is fat, and my body is much worse. He said that his time is short and he wants me to be an elder. Junior brother, you know me and know that my ambition is not here. Who would like to be an elder? Who should go, senior brother, I am not uncommon at all."

   "Your junior sister, your face is not old for a hundred years, but it is amazing. If you were more eye-catching back then, you would be blessed to have married junior sister Xia. Old couples and young wives, but many people can't envy the beauty."

  “…”

Jian Nanchun was sitting in front of the tomb, talking nonsense. When Jian Nanchun said "marry Junior Sister Xia as his wife", Xia Ruxue, who was listening from a distance, couldn't help but want to reprimand her, but when she heard back, she The words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't scold him no matter what.

  Because, she knows.

   Jian Nanchun is crying.

  …

   Today, in Tianjianmen,

   The new disciples of this generation find it strange.

  The elders in the door, for some unknown reason, came out collectively.

   They took the air and the wind, and successively came to the forbidden area of ​​Jianmen that day - Lin's house.

  Some people just take a look, and some people stop for a moment.

  This house in the forbidden area, which is not visited on weekdays, is particularly lively today, and the liveliness continues into the night.

   Until late at night,

   all left,

  A grey-haired old man, dressed in the clothes of a chorus class, sat on the roof and drank alone until dawn.

   Many people don't know that a hundred years ago, there was a person who got the waist card of the elders and the honor of "the named disciple of the elders".

  …

   Three days later,

   On the Supreme Mountain, Xia Ruxue leaned over to listen to the mountain wall as straight as a scabbard.

  The voice of the Sect Master came from the mountain wall.

   "Three months later, in the small Guanyin Mountain, Jamfuzhou will open an altar to discuss the Buddha. The opening of the altar will be presided over by the "Little Supreme Buddha" and the "Twelve Arhats" in Jamfuzhou."

   "Disciple Ruxue..." Xia Ruxue was about to refuse, but she didn't want to go out.

   In fact, since she returned to Tianjianmen as "Xia Ruxue" fifty years ago, she has never left the immortal island in the sky, and has been meditating in the door.

"Go," the voice of the Sect Leader instantly suppressed the thought of Xia Ruxue's rejection: "Although this is a Buddhist event, the Little Supreme Buddha announced to Xuanmen that he has discovered the truth of 'exhaustion of spiritual energy', please Profound sects of all sects, discuss important matters together. This time, it is not only a grand gathering of Buddhism, but also the three branches of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons, which will gather again after a thousand years."

   "Master is worried that if we don't participate, Mora Hall and Jambuzhou will discuss unexpected results."

   "In this Buddhist preaching conference, you will take the place of this seat and participate in the identity of 'the head of the family'. At that time, you must not damage the style of this sect."

  Xia Ruxue was silent for a moment.

   Although there is helplessness in his heart, the head master is kind to her.

   So,

  Xia Ruxue raised her head with a calm expression.

   "Yes, Master, Ru Xue understands. Disciples must bear the heavy trust."

   (end of this chapter)