Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 72

The distant snow-capped mountains, like a scene that can never be reached by the horizon, are watching everything indifferently.

The hot sun, cold air, and yellow sand hit the sky from time to time. These contradictory scenes appeared at the same time, making this journey so ridiculous.

Li Zhichang's lips were chapped and bleeding, and the blinding light hurt his retinas. Suddenly, some messy and broken fragments came to mind.

The severe winter snow in Yanjing, the fresh green grass in Xuande, the yellow sand in the vast sea in Mobei, and the Naoji merchants with dry ears all flew past his eyes, and were coerced by the north wind to leave him. Turned into daytime starlight that is unreachable in the sky.

"Zhichang, embrace Yuanshouyi."

Cangmai's voice suddenly sounded, and a warm current slowly flowed from the palm on his shoulder, nourishing Li Zhichang's almost collapsed mind, and he gave birth to some strength out of thin air.

His dry and hoarse throat hurt like a knife, and before he could answer, the old man with a pale face strode past him and walked at the front of the line again.

In Li Zhichang's eyes, there was infinite longing. It was this old man who led the team on the verge of extinction with his old body, and escaped from danger countless times.

But at this moment, his vision was a little strange, as if a bug that couldn't be driven away had crawled into his eyes, the damn dew was burrowing into his eyeballs...

He saw the person next to Master again.

The Han man with the Mongolian haircut.

The person who took the Mongolian imperial decree and threatened Master to go west.

That person who always wears a dead man's stiff smile on his face, who never knows what tiredness and hunger are.

"Really, we are about to reach the king's account, but you must take care of your health."

The voice was soft and piercing, and his thoughtfulness was full of yin and yang. Li Zhichang couldn't help glaring at the other party, struggling with the last bit of strength to protect the reputation of the master.

However, the well-known Changchun real person smiled without any anger on his face, "Thanks for your concern."

After Yan Bi looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, he said with emotion, "This trip westward has crossed the Qilian Tianshan Mountains in Kunlun, but there is no trace of the Yaotai Emperor Ruins in the scriptures. The Sutra says that the queen mother lives on the shore of quicksand, on the hill of red sun, on the river of ice..."

"It's 220 miles to the west, and it's called the Sanwei Mountain, where the Sanqing Bird House lives."

With a stiff smile on his face, Liu Zhonglu continued effortlessly, "Is it possible that Master Changchun wants to say that this is the mountain of three dangers? Does he also want to go up the mountain to get the medicine of immortality?"

The 72-year-old Qiu Chuji had a tireless expression on his face. It seemed that the ups and downs all the way hadn't hurt him at all, and he smiled slightly.

"Emissary Liu, as the Khan's medical officer, how could he believe such nonsense?"

Liu Zhonglu's footsteps are very peculiar, the length of each step seems to have been measured, neither an inch more nor an inch less.

"If I hadn't seen a real person with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there are gods in the world..."

On the Daxue Mountain, the felt tails on the top of the king's tent fluttered wantonly, and the Mongolian warriors drank, wrestled and shouted loudly in the ice and snow.

Li Zhichang walked into the king's tent apprehensively, maintaining his posture while rows of Mongolian warriors were watching, trying his best to endure the stench of cattle, sheep and meat as well as wine and meat in the tent.

All uneasy emotions can always be resolved invisible when seeing Master's back.

The 72-year-old Changchun Daoist who traveled thousands of miles to the west stepped on his feet. The Mongolian warrior who tried to block the way was thrown down with one hand by the weak Quanzhen Taoist. Take it off, everything seems to be out of the master's words.

But the biggest difficulty of this trip is sitting in this king's tent at this moment, playing with the lives of the people in the world with the palm of your hand, and drinking the blood of the enemy with a wine glass.

Changchun Daoist insisted on fasting for ten days and two days, and finally agreed to see him.

"Zhichang, let go of your thoughts."

Qiu Chuji caressed his shoulders, and walked into the king's tent first. The cold wind carried icicles that covered his robes, but they melted instantly in the scorching hot air inside the tent.

Li Zhichang walked in second and saw the people inside.

The Mongolian envoy Liu Zhonglu was waiting by his seat, lingering in his world like a nasty bug. If his master hadn't been successful in cultivation, he would have died of exhaustion on the way to the pilgrimage.

But what made him even more curious was the man on the throne.

Li Zhichang couldn't imagine what it would be like to kill tens of thousands of people. He only saw a particularly old person.

Li Zhichang judged at a glance that this person is definitely not a believer, because his actions all the time will only go against Huang Lao's technique.

Desire and ambition, like a blazing flame, boiled that person's body dry, alcohol and beauties, like the poison of drinking poison to quench thirst, stimulated his life, and made that person in just a few decades, achieve the grassland for thousands of years. No deeds ever accomplished.

"Really, can you teach me?"

A jackal's voice sounded, and the tent was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

"There is no other. If you want to live forever, you must have a pure heart and few desires; if you want to be unified, you must respect the sky and love the people."

Qiu Chuji was still smiling, and the cold wind outside and the heat inside the tent had no effect at all.

The person on the throne suddenly stood up and flung the brocade robe on his body in front of Liu Zhonglu, his thin but prematurely aging body still carried bravery.

"The local guide said that this big snow mountain means the mountain of murder in Persian. Because as long as the army from the north crosses this big snow mountain, they will face a large plain with no danger to defend, and they can get whatever they want!"

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Mokemo has been killed by me. His son Zalandin fled to the other side of the mountain with Khwarizm's army. You tell me not to kill again?!"

Liu Zhonglu, with Mongolian haircut, remained silent, with a smile on his stiff face.

Qiu Chuji's hale and hearty expression was not surprised at all.

"The Great Khan has the way to kill people, so he can slaughter all his enemies, and he can't help but hurt himself. The old Taoist has the way of living people and the truth, but he can't explain it in one word. Besides, the Great Khan wants to lead his troops across the mountain, so why wait for me?"

The people on the throne laughed silently, and patted Liu Zhonglu on the shoulder vigorously, almost dying of laughter.

"He told me that you, Qiu Chuji, are more than 300 years old, and you are a person who has mastered the elixir of immortality! He also said that Lin Lingsu once took the emperor of the Song Dynasty to travel to the heavens and enjoy the happiness ten thousand times better than that in the world! I am waiting here specially. I just want to see if what he said is true!"

"This is what Guru King Shura said, and the villain is just repeating one or two things."

Liu Zhonglu replied respectfully with a stiff smile like a dead man.

Hearing this, Qiu Chuji took a deep look at Liu Zhonglu, wrapped up his tattered Taoist robes and sat down on the spot, not caring about the mess of the previous night's banquet.

"Damn Khan, there were seven fellow monks of mine in the past, and three of my sons have been transformed into sloughs like cicadas. I am the only one left who can't get rid of the mortal bones. How can I have the medicine of immortality? I only know that the god is the real self, and the body is an illusion. , Khan, whenever he sees the beauty, he should think about himself and pretend to be true."

Li Zhichang's heart was in his throat, he was not afraid of losing his life, but he couldn't bear to see his elderly master die in a foreign land - criticizing Yirentu unceremoniously like this, the result would never be optimistic.

"If Dahan doesn't believe it, and turn away from the left and right, join me in the fairy feast in Yaochi, cross the illusion, and see the truth at a glance..."

The old Taoist priest sat on the ground, motionless.

To Li Zhichang's surprise, the other party actually obeyed Master's request.

Li Zhichang looked back at the master sitting on the ground step by step, his worry was beyond words, but suddenly he found that the master sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly turned dark, old and decayed, like a remains that had been dissolved for a long time!
Before he could take a closer look in astonishment, he was pushed out of the tent by the golden melon warrior, and the inside and outside were heavily blocked.

A strange fragrance suddenly wafted from the tent, so strong that it couldn't dissipate after being soaked in the clothes, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

Suddenly, the sound of flute pipes suddenly sounded in the air, sobbing and whimpering, wandering and helpless, sometimes there were clouds and cranes chirping the sky, and sometimes the sound of sheng pipes was leisurely, as if entering another world in the tent.

sound?Where is the sound coming from?

Li Zhichang asked the brothers around him in horror, but everyone treated him like a madman.He rushed forward and grabbed the Mongolian warrior, asking to enter the account to observe the situation, but was thrown out angrily by the other party.

Li Zhichang didn't know what happened, but his heart was beating violently.In the end, he realized that the weird voice he heard actually came from his heart!
By the way, that sound is not a sheng, not a xiao, not a crane, but different sounds of different sizes!
The "Nanhua Jing" says that "Di Lai" and "Ren Lai" are Xiao-like musical instruments of different shapes, which can be divided into single orifice and multi-orifice. Acupoints and anger" is the sound of nature.

Then what appeared on him at this time belonged to the "sound of heart" that only he could hear!
The sound is played repeatedly with different pitches and thicknesses, until the spirit almost collapses. It is a heart-sounding horror experience!
He kept the weird posture with his head close to his chest, prostrated himself on the ground, feeling the sound of his heart beating, and all the voices in his heart were playing everywhere...

Many years later, when Li Zhichang saw Quanzhen Taoism fail in the debate and was ordered to burn the Taoism scriptures, and was hit in an all-round way, the old figure walking alone in the vast sea and mountains would still appear in his mind.

But he knew that Master was dead.

He didn't die in the fourth year after meeting Temujin in Daxue Mountain, but in the tent that day.

Temujin's temperament changed drastically that day, and he actually issued an order to stop killing and obeyed the instructions to cultivate his life.

But the master seemed to have seen all the horrors contained in the world. After that, his body aged rapidly, and he locked himself in a quiet room to meditate every day, never going out again, as if even the spring sky and summer flowers were poison.

But whenever he opened the title "Changchun Zhenren Youxuanji" and wanted to write something down, there would always be a clear figure in front of him, as if stroking his shoulder.

"Zhichang, don't ask questions..."

(End of this chapter)