Infinity Throne

Tianjianmen,

It is an ancient Taoism that has been passed down for more than three thousand years.

A hundred years ago, there were occasional monks from the Tianjian Sect walking around the world, leaving behind various legends.

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

Gradually, some people called these legendary monks who could call the wind and rain, move mountains and reclaim seas "immortals".

After all, it can’t be seen or touched.

now,

In the hanging mountain, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, it feels like a paradise.

Somewhere on the Hanging Fairy Island, there is an ancient villa.

This house was said to have been built a hundred years ago by a talented monk who mastered the Golden Elixir in just four years.

This house has now become a forbidden area within Tianjian Sect. 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 have endless thoughts about this weird house.

Some people say that this house looks like just a private house, but there is something hidden inside, and it is most likely a treasure house of Tianjianmen.

Others say that this house is said to be uninhabited, but it is very possible that there are unknown ancestors of the Tianjian Sect who are practicing in seclusion inside.

The younger generation of disciples have different opinions on this.

But no matter what the statement is, there is one point of view that is recognized by everyone.

The previous owner of this house must have been an incredibly talented and unparalleled person.

Look at the architectural style, the horizontal and vertical building structure, and the interior layout. Many disciples from the city, when they first saw the appearance of this villa, thought it was a powerful person inside the door who directly used magical powers. , moved from the secular world.

But when they heard that this old house was built a hundred years ago, their jaws dropped in shock. This was unimaginable.

Were there already such “avant-garde” buildings a hundred years ago?

later,

Someone overheard that,

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

…

And at this time.

A white-haired woman stands alone in the Lin Mansion with her sword in hand, her figure as graceful as a fairy.

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

The woman stood for a long time.

There was a thin layer of dew on the tips of her hair.

It seemed like I had been standing here all night.

Suddenly,

She moved.

She opened her eyes indifferently, holding a snow-white sword in her hand, dancing gracefully over the Lin House.

This is the "Sword Dance".

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

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

When the white-haired woman floated to the ground, not far away, a shadow twisted slightly, and an old man with a slovenly appearance and a messy beard walked out of the shadow.

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

"I've met Brother Jian."

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

"Hey, we are all so familiar, so don't be polite, Junior Sister Xiaoman." It turned out that this sloppy Taoist was actually the graceful Jian Nanchun back then. Jian Nanchun waved his hand, took off the gourd from his waist, unscrewed the bottle cap, and raised his head The head poured a large mouthful of strong wine from the world into his mouth, and after one sip, he shouted happily.

"Xia Xiaoman is dead. Brother Jian, please don't forget that I am Xia Ruxue." The white-haired woman raised her head, with a hint of sadness deep in her eyes: "...This is fate."

"It's like snow, just like snow, whatever you like, it doesn't matter." Jian Nanchun boldly wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeves, and looked at the corner of the courtyard. At the end of Jian Nanchun's eyes, there was a standing There are three tombs. The graves were engraved with "Lin Yi's Tomb", "Lin's Father's Tomb" and "Lin's Mother's Tomb". His eyes paused for a moment, Jian Nanchun shook his head and chuckled: "Another year has passed."

"Senior brother, don't drink any more, I'll drink you to death."

Xia Ruxue looked at Jian Nanchun's bohemian posture and sighed softly.

"As the saying goes, if you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the wine go to the moon. Junior Brother Lin Yi once said back then that wine can cure all diseases and cure 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 suddenly twisting.

The two fell into an awkward silence.

"Uh, sorry, senior brother is a little drunk."

"It doesn't matter."

Xia Ruxue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she felt calm.

Jian Nanchun rolled his eyes and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, junior sister, your sword intent is becoming more and more concise. It seems that you are not far from a breakthrough, right?"

Xia Ruxue shook her head: "The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is drying up day by day. If you want to break through, it is not easy."

"But there are always talented people in the world, right? You have a face that lasts for a hundred years, and the world calls you a 'celestial being'. Unlike me, senior brother, who is getting old and no longer as heroic as before!" Jian Nanchun had no idea that he had no intention of doing so. A few words struck Xia Ruxue's pain point again.

After Xia Ruxue was silent for a few seconds, she looked away, suppressed the trembling sword, and said softly: "Senior brother's' Traceless Sword Intent', in the eyes of junior sister, has also reached the state of perfection. Before senior brother spoke out, junior sister It’s almost impossible to notice the arrival of senior brother.”

…

a hundred years ago.

In Yingxue Pavilion.

In the yard, Jian Nanchun sat cross-legged on the snow.

The girl sat under the eaves, eating roasted bait and drinking hot tea.

The young man hovered beside Jian Nanchun, high-spirited.

"You won't notice the dead leaves on the big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadow behind you, you won't notice the peeling paint on the brothel's plaque, and you won't notice the heavy rain pouring down. Droplets of water entering the turbulent flow.”

“If you want others to think you are a ‘shadow’, you must first become a ‘shadow’.”

"Suppress your emotions, calm your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, completely forget about the fact that you are a human being, and completely integrate into the surrounding environment."

…

"Following me like a shadow, leaving no trace. I realized it too late."

For a moment, Jian Nanchun's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, to that yard, to that day.

It was not until ten years ago that when Jian Nanchun was remembering the past, he finally understood what Junior Brother Lin Yi said back then, and realized his own technique and his true sword intention - "No Trace".

Now,

Even Jian Nanchun's smile froze.

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

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

Every time I mention it, it makes my chest hurt.

Even though...a hundred years have passed.

How long is one hundred years?

If it were Jian Nanchun in the past, he might say, a long, long time.

But now he feels 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, let's not say more," Jian Nanchun came back to his senses, smiled and clapped his hands: "Today is the death anniversary of junior brother, July 7th, let's all be happy."

As he spoke, Jian Nanchun walked to the corner of the courtyard, where the three tombs hugged each other, and sprinkled some strong wine with his back to Xia Ruxue. Senior Chen hid and drank secretly. Senior brother didn't know the taste of wine before, but now, he can enjoy it."

"By the way, Senior Chen has a strong body and is still pretending to be an old man in the handyman class. Many newcomers don't know Senior Chen's identity. You know, every time I look at those newcomers, I treat Senior Chen as an old man. , I just think it’s funny.”

"But, the one in my family is fat and in poor health. He said that he doesn't have much time left and wants me to be an elder. Junior brother, you know me well and know that this is not my ambition. Who would love to be an elder like this?" Who should go? Senior brother, I don’t care at all.”

"Your junior sister, you have an ageless appearance, which is amazing. If you had been smarter back then and married junior sister Xia, you would have been blessed. Old husband and young wife, it is a beautiful thing that many people can't envy."

"..."

Jian Nanchun sat in front of the tomb and talked ramble. Originally, when Jian Nanchun said the words "marry junior sister Xia as his wife", Xia Ruxue, who was listening from a distance, couldn't help but want to scold her. But when she heard what happened later, she The words were stuck in my throat, but I couldn't reprimand him no matter what.

Because she knows.

Jian Nanchun is crying.

…

Today inside the Tianjian Gate,

The new disciples of this generation all find it strange.

The elders in the sect, for some unknown reason, came out of the mountain en masse.

They Chengkong Yufeng successively arrived at Lin Zhai, the forbidden area of ​​Tianjian Gate.

Some people just came to take a look, while others stopped for a moment.

This forbidden house, which was usually unvisited, was extremely lively today, and the excitement continued into the night.

until late at night,

Everyone has left,

A gray-haired old man, wearing the clothes of a handyman class, sat on the roof, drinking alone until dawn.

Many people don't know that a hundred years ago, there was a person who got the title of Elder Quan and the honor of "Elder Quan's named disciple". He was pleased to mention this unprecedented lifetime achievement.

…

Three days later,

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

The voice of the leader came from within the mountain wall.

"Three months later, at Little Guanyin Mountain, Yan Fuzhou opened a forum to discuss Buddhism for the first time in a long time. This time, the opening of the forum will be personally hosted by Yan Fuzhou's 'Little Supreme Buddha' and 'Twelve Arhats'."

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

In fact, since she returned to Tianjian Sect fifty years ago as "Xia Ruxue", she has never left the Hanging Fairy Island and has been meditating inside the door.

"Go," the supreme leader's voice instantly suppressed Xia Ruxue's thoughts of rejection: "Although this is a grand gathering of Buddhism, the Little Supreme Buddha announced to Taoism that he had discovered the truth about 'spiritual energy depletion'. Please All sects of Taoism discuss important matters together. This time, it is not only a grand gathering of Buddhism, but also the three branches of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon, gathering again after a thousand years."

"Master is worried that if our sect does not participate, the discussion between Moluo Palace and Yan Fuzhou may have unexpected consequences."

"In this Buddhism conference, you will take my place and participate as the 'director of the sect'. When the time comes, you must not damage the sect's style."

Xia Ruxue was silent for a moment.

Although she felt helpless in her heart, the head master was kind to her.

then,

Xia Ruxue raised her head with a calm expression.

"Yes, Master, Ruxue understands. This disciple will live up to his trust."