The Lord who use immortals as food

The young man looked almost as if he was drowning. He staggered to stand up, but Xu Chuo grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know..." Pei Ye said blankly, staring at the small pond.

It was the first time that he felt so naked and exposed to the world. When he was just melted by the package, he felt the dizziness that he wanted to get rid of. Now that Xin Jiangui had imitated a clear mind, he really felt the pain of suffocation.

In the boundless sea, water and water dance together at will, following the guidance of the wind and the trend of the sea. They merge into waves and form undercurrents. There is no need for any thoughts, and there is no difference between them.

Until a drop of water suddenly gave birth to free will.

The coercion of heaven and earth is so unbearable.

"The sword is in your hand, Pei Ye." Xu Chuo said softly, "Sit down first."

There was something in his heart that wanted to burst out, but he couldn't find any outlet. Pei Ye frowned and suppressed the restlessness, and slowly sat back under the eaves. Now his control over his mind has indeed improved.

The cold night wind blew over the flames and their faces, and the fine snow was flying. Xu Chuo huddled in his big cotton cloak, with a heater beside him. He didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

She unfolded an old scroll and said seriously: "You have grasped a piece of perfection in your heart. What you need now is to guide it with the true nature of the sword. I don't think anyone can give you a 'real sword', Pei "Liu, you have to find out what the 'real sword' is."

Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. [Shan Yu] was the sword he most often wore and used. Every detail was familiar enough, but Xu Chuo was right. It was a sword, but not a sword. .

If Linxue and "Yi" are the bridge between Li Zhishang and Haotian, then what is the reason why the sword wields magic?

The two people under the eaves of the small courtyard and a candle seemed to be submerged in the boundless snow and night.

Xu Chuo spoke slowly and quietly, and the old scroll in his hand was full of traces of sketches: "You already know what kind of heart you need to hold the sword, but I think you don't yet understand the power that can affect the world."

"How to understand?"

"I brought the "Forge of Heaven and Earth"."

"..."

"I don't know if you can do it." Xu Chuo looked at him seriously and quietly, pursed his lips, and said in a very soft voice, "But I asked the host about this matter from the beginning."

Pei Ye's mind gradually calmed down inexplicably, and he let the drop of water drift with the waves in the sea, looking at the woman with a sideways eye.

Xu Chuo put his arms flat on his knees and looked at the night outside the lamp: "'The sword is beyond the sky.' When Sister Si Si told me this idea for the first time, it seemed very fanciful. Tan. That was when Xu Xiang was under heavy siege in "Two Heavens". Looking back now, Xiang The mansion was a beautiful dream in my past life, but at that time, the atmosphere was actually shaky. Sister Si Si and I would help Mr. Xu sort out government affairs during the day, and we would lie together at night, often tired and sleepy. Let’s chat all night long by the dim candlelight.”

"She said she got the inspiration while reading ancient books. At that time, we deduced this hypothesis very carefully." Xu Chuo said seriously, "The reason why swordsmanship works is that it affects or relies on the heaven and earth, and is naturally wrapped by the heaven and earth. Then, if What if we separate it from the world? If the sword belongs to the sword itself, can the swordsman who masters this power be on the same stage as Haotian? "

"It's just that we can work hard to find a talented swordsman, but asking him to touch the so-called 'essence of the sword' is just a vague wish." Xu Chuo smiled softly at the young man, "Sorry, because even The concept of 'the essence of the sword' is just our wishful thinking."

"What's more, why did swordsmanship reach its independent peak? This is an ancient question that has been around for thousands of years. How can it be solved by someone like me who can neither hold a sword nor practice?"

"..."

"Later, when I grew older." Xu Chuo paused for a while and said softly, "I asked many sword sects about this matter, including Yunlang, Dongting, Qingwei, Shenxiao... I probably got some understanding. In fact, there is no need to explain it. To answer this eternal question, as long as the magic of something like a sword is indeed inherent in the sword, you don’t have to understand it, you can still try to touch it. "

"From then on, I began to choose suitable swordsmen from the world, Ying Suyu, Zhu Gaoyang, Yan Feiqing... I have seen many names, until the stage master later told me a name." Xu Chuo smiled. , "It is actually the same as the swordsman we chose based on our preference when we were young - Yue Muzhou."

Pei Ye couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"I don't know." Xu Chuo sighed lightly, "The Taiwan Master is not a 'knower' like Li Zhi, and what he said may not necessarily be a golden rule. But he said that Yue Muzhou might be able to do it, so I believed him. After Yue Muzhou died, he said that you also had a chance, and I have been waiting for you to come to Beijing."

"When we first met, I said you were the only sword I've been waiting for. It wasn't some casual love talk from a coldhearted man." The woman smiled.

"I already know that I am very important to the owner." Pei Ye sighed, "I don't need to repeat it so many times."

"Why is this so?" Xu Chuo smiled with his cheek raised, "You are obviously a helpless, stubborn child who takes the soft rather than the hard. If I say a few more sweet words, you will be heartbroken."

"I have a cat now and a sister."

Xu Chuo was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly and said in a casual tone: "Well, actually, I am the one who is really lonely and helpless."

She stood up with the support of the pillar, handed him the old scroll in her hand, lowered her eyes and said softly: "In order to let you know the real sword, I took Zhu Wen's "The Crucible of Heaven and Earth". I think you want to take advantage of it. Being detached from the sword and getting close to the essence of heaven and earth will help you, but whether you can realize it or not depends on yourself."

Pei Ye took it and asked, "What is "The Crucible of Heaven and Earth"?"

"It was a technique created by Zhu Wen in order to completely eliminate his own body. He is considered the most enlightened person in contemporary Confucianism, and he is the only one who can write such a technique." Xu Chuo said, "Try to learn it."

Pei Ye was slightly startled: "But isn't this something that can only be used by Tianlou...and isn't it tantamount to committing suicide?"

"No. Zhu Wen used it to dissolve his own body. It means that it is enough to dissolve a Tianlou, but it does not mean that it can only dissolve the body of Tianlou." Xu Chuo spoke seriously, talking about the Analects of Confucius in the school. There is no difference. "I have studied this secret book carefully in the past two days. After Zhu Wen was promoted to Tianlou, With his true energy, spiritual essence, heaven and earth, spirit, mind, etc., he seals himself into a small world with complete elements. He uses this technique to dissolve this world and obtains a successful demonstration. You can also try this technique. Of course it’s not enough to prove the truth of heaven and earth, but it can still bring you close to it.”

Pei Ye understood somewhat, but was still confused: "Do you want to learn now?"

"Although it is difficult to master, it is not difficult to get started." Xu Chuo said, "After all, no one knows your body better than you, right?"

Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at the secret scroll in his hand. He didn't expect that he would get it and learn it, but he was probably used to it these days. Xu Chuo had always been walking in front of him, deducing the path that could be reached. Now that she handed him this secret book, he had no reason not to take it as he was facing the threshold.

He unfolded the first line, which was a familiar, clean and regular ink calligraphy: "Refining myself into nature, refining life into Tao."

This secret technique is indeed easier to learn than expected, because his mortal body is not as tough as Tianlou, and he does not have to seal himself off. He can just introduce the mysterious energy and start to dissolve himself. The real brilliance of this technique is that it can The thorough and precise layer-by-layer analysis of human nature is the foundation laid by that philosopher’s theory of human nature in the first half of his life, making this kind of dissolution not destruction, but return.

Xu Chuo carefully explained each paragraph to him, and Pei Ye quickly understood that, as the woman said, it was not difficult to get started with this magical self-destruction technique.

Of course, Pei Ye did not try to dissolve his dangerous behavior. He only gradually felt the connection between himself and the current heaven and earth from "The Crucible of Heaven and Earth", or in other words, their vaguely identical nature.

He tried to melt away a piece of his fingernail, just like ink melting into water.

Xu Chuo also calmed down, and Pei Ye stared at the fingernails that could no longer be seen. He had never felt so clearly what "heaven, earth and me" are.

What if I continue to dissolve downwards, fingers, palms, arms, head and neck... until the whole of myself.

Withered grass is buried in the ground and they will die. The pond water is frozen there and it will dry up. Now I am sitting here, maybe tomorrow, maybe a hundred years later, I will also die.

And all of this is the constant of the vast world.

At this time, he realized the meaning of Mr. Zhu's word "teaching", "First let you cultivate your own mind, and then let you see the world I see. This is my life's work." These two words were so serious. And thick.

Yes, if everything about me can be transformed into heaven and earth without any obstruction or disorder, then what difference does my death and existence make between heaven and earth?

And isn’t this how everything works originally? After death, people turn into water and soil, and water and soil nourish new creatures. What’s the difference between death and life? Heaven and earth are ruthless, that's exactly what it is.

For a moment, the suffocating pain enveloped him again, and it was more clear than before. The boy should not even have pain. The water droplets were thrown into the sea, just like throwing into the arms of a mother, but just now the heart Jane had been mapped out for him. A clear heart that wants to do something.

The young man gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand more than ever. The world was in front of him, and the best intention was in his heart.

"Hey... give me a real sword..." He repeated in confusion again, but he didn't say anything anymore, but asked where he was going.

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…

A distant hammer blow from eternity.

It aroused the clanging and exciting sound of gold and iron.

All sensations and sounds disappeared, and Pei Ye raised his head. The silhouette of the man in front of him had raised the hammer again.

Such a beautiful picture, the strong and smooth muscle lines, the heavy hammer, the sharp lines on the anvil, and the heart-breaking vibrations and flying sparks that burst out from the hammer... Pei Ye didn't know where this was, he just I started to smell a heavy smell of blood.

It turned out to be from the queue in front of him. People were also blurred silhouettes, speaking words that he couldn't hear clearly. Everything was blurry.

He somewhat forgot who he was, and raised his head blankly. On the very distant horizon, a tree as tall as the sky stood there, with its branches spread out and cold and weird lines, occupying the entire northern sky. The sky was vast and vast. The mountains lay like anthills at its feet.

But it was also covered with a hazy silhouette, and everything could not be seen clearly. The sky seemed to be covered with ferocious wounds. Pei Ye stared blankly... At this time, the man in front suddenly spoke. He could not distinguish the tone of his voice, and there was no tone, but But the words were very clear: "Uncle Yan, your sword."

The person at the front of the queue took the sword from the man with both hands, tied it around his waist and left.

The people behind came forward, and the man handed over a sword again: "Henyu, your sword."

This figure also took it with both hands and left.

Then there was a slender figure.

The man said: "Yi Qi, do you also use a sword?"

"like."

The man handed the figure a sword, and he took the sword and left.

The queue moved forward little by little, and people took away their swords in silence. The quiet scene was like a shadow.

The team was actually not long. It looked a bit like people gathering in the town's only iron shop to repair and replace new ones during the busy farming season. Pei Ye followed the team in confusion, watching them leave with a sword, not knowing that he was No one thought of what they were going to do.

The team had already reached him. Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at his empty body. He was barefoot and in ragged clothes. There was no sword hanging on his waist and back, so he followed the example of the people in front and opened his hands to the man in confusion.

The tall man lowered his eyes and glanced at him, but did not hand over the sword: "Why are you here to join in the fun? Isn't the best sword in the world already given to you?"

Pei Ye's whole body trembled, as if something suddenly grew in his body, starting from the dantian in his abdomen, climbing through his meridians, swimming through his muscles and bones, and spreading to his upper arms... He looked at the man in front of him blankly: "I want to ask something Question...What is the nature of the sword?"

A tool that touches the "Tao", a bridge that climbs on the "Heaven", or a pair of wings that transcend this world... Colorful images filled the young man's mind. As the numbness grew in his body, his consciousness began to return in confusion, and the scene in front of him began to unfold. The distortion dissipates.

The man lowered his eyes and beat the iron bar: "The essence of the sword is of course to kill, what else?"

Pei Ye lowered his head and looked quietly at his right hand. The growths eventually spread over every detail of his palm and fingers, and he gently clenched his fist.

There was a "click" sound.

Like a splash of water, a drop of water jumped out of the boundless sea.

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The night is getting deeper and deeper, the wind is blowing and the snow is coming.

Pei Ye opened his eyes, and Xu Chuozheng was sitting next to him with his arms around his knees, and whispered: "How about it? Is it okay?"

A pair of clear eyes looked at him quietly. In the past ten days, ten years, in fact, it was just this day that I had been waiting for.

Pei Ye's eyes were not like his own. He didn't look at the woman. He lowered his head and stroked the hilt of the sword on his waist. He only said: "When I win against Li Zhi tomorrow, I will help you write "Swing Rope" when I come back."

Xu Chuo was startled for a moment, then broke into a bright and beautiful smile and clapped his hands happily.

Pei Ye, however, stood up a little unsteadily, helped Zhu stand up, turned around and walked out the door.

Xu Chuowei was startled: "Where are you going?"

"drink wine."