Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 791 Past, Future, Present
Afterwards, Lin Chongyang looked at Ji Chenhuan again: "Before I leave, I will teach you a trick, how much you can understand depends on your luck.

However, the ruler technique is different from the sword technique after all, don't get yourself trapped in it, your current accumulation is enough for you to try to get out of your own way. "

"Is it the sword move created by the senior?" Ji Chenhuan's attention was successfully diverted.

Lin Chongyang shook his head and said, "It's a sword move, but it wasn't created by me."

After careful consideration, he made a decision to keep his friend's sword moves in the sword world. He is the disciple of his friend Chang Ri Kunzhen who never returns. Their lineage still has inheritance, but the descendants went in the wrong direction, or It is said that the understanding of sword moves is a bit one-sided.

Keeping a move in this sword world can be regarded as leaving a thought, a chance.

"The sword moves that are respected by the seniors should be extraordinary."

The conjecture was denied, and Ji Chenhuan was not discouraged. After all, it was his first time to come to this sword world. After all, he was not a swordsman.

"It's a very simple move, but it has three levels. According to later generations, this move can kill hundreds of thousands if you learn it to the lowest level, tens of thousands if you learn it to the middle level, and one person if you learn it to the highest level."

Speaking of this, Lin Chongyang paused for a moment: "Killing a person is actually not accurate, to be precise, it is to cut off the complexity of the heart and thoughts, and return them to the ultimate purity.

This call is as sad as the sky is missing, it is my good friend Chang Ri Kun's famous unique skill, and it is also his only sword move. "

Ji Chenhuan was very sensible and did not continue to ask for follow-up.

He couldn't fail to hear the feelings in the words. Obviously, the friend the senior spoke of had probably passed away.

Du Qianqiu said: "I will take care of it."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chongyang's right hand pointed at the sword, and the extremely pure sword intent appeared in time. Immediately, a peak rose from the ground, with a height of more than a thousand feet, echoing several other peaks of the same height.

Then, the sword came out!
Sorrow and hatred are hard to overcome, ruthlessly mourn the heavens, take refuge and cut off feelings, and cut one's heart and thoughts.

The sword light that was cut out has a special spirituality, and it constantly evolves itself during the process of advancing: it seems to separate its own existence from the world, expand it to the extreme, and its power is extremely frightening; This repeatedly tempers one's own sword heart and sword intent, allowing it to return to the extreme and pure; it is also like cutting off all side objects, to the purest and simplest, leaving only a single-word sword.

The indomitable sword light evolved into the god form of the sword sect in the past, standing proudly in front of the sword peak, swaying the cliff wantonly, surprised to see——

Long horses travel thousands of miles in snowflakes, Fengyue ten steps and heavenly swords cry;
Autumn frost cuts the jade number for a long time, and the name of the clan of Kun is immortal.

Each stroke is pure sword intent, explaining the essence of the sword, and with the last stroke, the divine form blends into the sword peak, making it a bit more personal.

"That's enough." Lin Chongyang sighed softly, revealing nostalgia for the past in his tone.

Du Qianqiu commented: "This move is no less than bringing the dead back to life."

The sword intent is not only spiritual, but also has its own emotions to a certain extent, which is almost equivalent to the person who created the recruit himself. The hand of a friend is enough to shock the world.

If the same experience is poured into it, in a sense, it is himself, that is, the resurrection of the dead in another form.

The reason why it is no less than that is because Du Qianqiu knows that a good friend would not do that. Exercising sword moves and resurrecting the dead are two completely different things. If you use this method to resurrect, you will not be the same person after all.

"That's the path he chose. I can only respect it. If you want to leave a legacy in the future, I can help you in the same way."

Lin Chongyang put away his nostalgia, and made a promise to his friend.

"At that time, I will trouble my friend." Du Qianqiu nodded, accepting his friend's promise.

Then Lin Chongyang looked at Ji Chenhuan again: "How much do you understand?"

"I didn't understand at all." The young man was a little ashamed: "I only saw this, and then this, and then there was no more."

As he said that, he made gestures, and saw the sword pointing up and down.

Then, as he said, there is no more.

"It's fine if you don't understand it. Next, you can settle your own affairs. I have to go to the appointment, so I will stay soon."

"Friends, please."

"Senior walk slowly."

Following a fluctuating space, Lin Chongyang stepped forward, and his figure disappeared into the sword world.

The two people who stood there looked at each other speechlessly, neither of them opened their mouths.

Du Qianqiu is not a person who is good at words. It is similar to Sui Wuyuan's situation. He needs someone to speak to him, or to teach him martial arts and the way of swords. Daily conversations are a bit embarrassing for him.

Of course, the pot must belong to Yue Yunshen, he was in charge of both the brain and the mouth, so Du Qianqiu naturally only had to do it.

After a few breaths, Ji Chenhuan broke the silence with a speech: "How did you confront nothingness back then?"

This is what Lin Chongyang didn't tell him. He chooses to follow his heart, and after he understands all the causes and consequences, he decides what to do. After all, he is no longer a child, and he should learn to make decisions for himself .

"then……"

A story of the past was slowly told by Du Qianqiu. A long time ago, he was unable to practice martial arts because of the innate blockage of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, so he searched for the rumored mirror that foreshadowed the future, and with the help of its power, opened the meridians and was reborn. It was also at that time that he realized the particularity of his physique.

However, it was too late, because the mirror that foreshadowed the future was originally the layout of the god of sin.

Using the mirror that foreshadows the future as a medium, nothingness wants to seize and devour his body for his own use. Fortunately, Yue Yunshen broke the situation with the secret method of moving souls, but because of this, his body was exchanged with nothingness, and Yue Yunshen also lost his cultivation.

Afterwards, he climbed to a higher realm with the help of the body of nothingness, and obtained the nothingness of his body, and the efficiency of swallowing dark energy was greatly enhanced. Later, he even intended to set off a catastrophe, so there was the battle of fate .

He destroyed the body used by nothingness, and the body he used was also severely injured. Nihong Village was affected by Yu Jin in that battle, and Ji Chen Huan was the survivor he found when he returned after the war.

"Afterwards, my friend should have explained to you..."

…………

The night is fading, and a gentle full moon has hung on the treetops. The years are like a building, and the years are passing quietly. Two figures standing in the courtyard are waiting for the coming guests.

Suddenly.

A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky and the earth, the magnificent clouds meandering like a long dragon, circling under the bright starry sky, the Confucianism is mighty, a delicate light fragrance comes with the wind, and then——

"Watching the wild waves, the tide rushes into the world, and the benevolence of heaven is at heart;

Reflecting Changjia, the Tao is like stars scattered in the sky, and the Confucian sword is the emperor. "

Amidst the cold poetry, a dusty figure came over the clouds, his robes were fluttering, his hair was flying, and his eyebrows revealed an air of giving up to me, like a banished fairy who descended from the sky, or a sage recorded in ancient books .

"Your Majesty, please take your seat first."

(End of this chapter)