My enemies became my companions

Chapter 453: Instead of Improving Yourself (Two in One)

"It's boring if you don't drink..."

After a while, Chen Yi spoke softly, and it sounded like his fear was relieved for some reason. He walked slowly while speaking.

Wu Buyu did not look back, but continued to sit there, like an ancient sword, standing there, rusty but full of blood.

He had been trapped in the sword pond for decades. There had been villains who had evil intentions and tried to kill him from behind, but in the end... they were all transformed into fertilizer for the reed grass on the mountaintop under his feet. He was running at lightning speed, and the white reed grass around him was dancing, and the ears were like sword tips, surrounding the old man in circles, as if he was thirsty for blood.

Chen Yi was getting closer and closer to Wu Buyue, who lowered his head slightly, as if waiting for a sword attack.

Wow.

The wine gourd fell down, soaking Wu Buyu's head.

The white hair fluttering in the wind fell like a waterfall, and Wu Buyu sat there in a daze.

"Why are you pretending to be so great?" Chen Yi frowned and said, "Drink some wine!"

The wine dripped more and more, and the white-haired old man picked it up, not knowing whether he was shocked and angry or in deep thought.

After pouring the wine, Chen Yi asked, "Have you had enough?"

Wu Buyu still stood like an ancient sword, and asked calmly: "Boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die." Chen Yi asked again: "You want to kill me?"

"I killed all the villains sixty years ago." Wu Buyu said, "After that, I tried to stop."

"Why did you give up your murderous nature?"

"They're like ants. It's boring to kill too many of them."

"Oh." Chen Yi nodded, indicating that it was natural, and then asked: "May I ask what it was like when the senior was at his most murderous?"

He seemed to be hinting at something in an attempt to understand the meaning of Qingxiao swordsmanship, but Wu Buyu didn't care at all and didn't put on any pretense.

"When I was thirty, I killed a blind man and killed three horses along the way," Wu Buyue said.

"So murderous." Chen Yi paused and continued, "But you won't kill me."

Wu Buyu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Yi said: "You said that the sword is nothing but withered grass in a grave, but you have found three great swordsmen in three places. This means that you don't want to believe that the sword is really so insignificant. You keep them for seven days to give them a chance, and also give yourself a chance."

The white-haired old man smiled.

Chen Yi continued, "In fact, you don't want to miss any opportunity. In the final analysis, you still believe in the sword, but you deny the sword. Don't say that I poured wine on your head. Even if I peed here, you wouldn't kill me."

Wu Buyu's face was as calm as an ancient well, but after a moment, he heard a rustling sound behind him.

He suddenly shouted: "You dare?!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi pulled up his belt, smiled, sat down next to Wu Buyu, stretched out his hand, and put his arm around his shoulder very naturally.

"We are good brothers." Chen Yi held the old man's shoulder.

Dark clouds covered the sky, just like covering the cracked gate of heaven, and Wu Buyu's face was gloomy.

"I think I have a chance to beat you," Chen Yi patted his shoulder and said slowly, "Because being a person waiting to die is much easier than being a person in prison."

.........

"I'll call you Brother Wu from now on. By the way, my master is Zhou Yitang, so you and I have a history."

“…I guess so.”

"Brother, you have been here for so many years and killed so many people. The resentment remains and the coldness penetrates your bones. Will you be cold in the winter?"

“…Not cold.”

"By the way, Brother Wu, are you single?"

"........."

"Oh, no one wants it, so pitiful."

Half a minute later, Wu Buyu's face had turned gloomy. Although he stood still, the strong wind on the top of the mountain became stronger and stronger, pressing all the reeds to bow their heads.

And Chen Yi kept on talking endlessly, without any impatience at all.

Wu Buyu had traveled all over the world and had seen thick-skinned people before, but this was the first time he had seen someone so thick-skinned.

In fact, it’s not that there aren’t many people in the world who are thick-skinned, but some of them were killed by Wu Buyu before they could show their abilities; some of them were too low-level and could not be seen by Wu Buyu, who had become a mountain; some of them only begged for mercy when disaster struck;

Chen Yi is the first one to have the right time, right place and right people.

Finally, a very strong gust of wind suddenly blew from the top of the mountain, breaking and making the reeds fly. Chen Yi, who was leaning against Wu Buyu's shoulder, could no longer sit still and was lifted up by the strong wind.

The fierce wind, accompanied by the thunder of dark clouds, pushed Chen Yi, a fourth-rank warrior, off the top of the mountain.

Chen Yi calmed himself down and let out a breath.

He turned around and said everything he needed to say. This mountain of swordsmanship was so high that he finally got to see the whole picture. Chen Yi's eyes became slightly solemn.

After the change of state of mind, the scenery I saw was indeed different. The way of swordsmanship is not poetry. There is no saying that the ancients are favored over the present. Otherwise, look at the current Jianghu. How many people still mention the Sword King of Loulan? When it comes to killing swords, it must be the Broken Swordsman. Similarly, when it comes to saving swords, it must be the Sword Armor of Yinjian Mountain. Both of them are great mountains in the way of swordsmanship. However, now that I see Wu Buyue, I am surprised to find that the two mountains are compared with him. In order to avoid appearing small, it is like the Five Mountains seeing the Buddha's Lingshan. The Five Mountains are indeed majestic, but they are still one or two less than the Lingshan Pure Land.

"Wu Buyue's sword is close to nirvana."

A voice suddenly came to Chen Yi's ears.

The shadow of the one-armed woman appeared silently beside him.

Chen Yi sighed and said, "Can you please not scare me like this every time? I'm afraid you're a ghost."

"Ah."

Zhou Yitang deserves indifference.

However, what he said was somewhat correct. The fact that she appeared in her current appearance was not unrelated to this.

She gave a wisp of her soul to Min Ning and changed her name to Zhu Yu. Now she is temporarily leaving Min Ning and appearing in front of Chen Yi, so when she told Min Ning that she was a residual soul, it was not a lie.

The one-armed woman asked, "Have you seen Wu Buyue's sword?"

"I saw it, the sword intent..." Chen Yi didn't know how to describe it, and could only squeeze out these two words, "strong."

Although he spoke rudely at that time, he did not underestimate the sword intent of the former number one in the world. Everyone thought that Wu Buyu's realm had plummeted and his sword heart had been obscured because of his defeat to Xu Qi in Dangyang Lake. However, if a swordsman saw it with his own eyes, his sword heart was close to nirvana. After Chen Yi's state of mind reached a higher level, he was even more shocked by his sword intent. In the past, Wu Buyu achieved enlightenment with sword, but now his sword has merged heaven and earth.

Chen Yi sighed: "This is about to become a Buddha."

The one-armed woman said with deep emotion, "Everyone says Wu Buyu is crazy, but they only know one side of the story. Xu Qi did break Wu Buyu's sword power, but he suddenly realized that the sword is a thing of heaven and earth, and using heaven and earth to draw the sword is no longer the same. If Xu Qi saw this, he would definitely be afraid."

Chen Yi couldn't help but ask: "If Wu Buyu returns to his peak, will Zhen Tianren win, or will Wu Buyu win?"

"Xu Qi."

She answered promptly and concisely.

This answer was not unexpected. Chen Yi knew that she had also asked Xu Qi about sword skills and was very familiar with both of them.

However, Chen Yi was still curious and asked, "How far is this Zhen Tianren, the number one in the world, from the other nine people?"

Jian Jia extended a finger. Chen Yi naturally knew that this was her way of measuring the strength of a first-class master. She once forced the Broken Swordsman, who was also on the martial arts list, to retreat ten feet with one sword.

He said solemnly: "You are worthy of being the best in the world. You only pushed him back one foot with one sword?"

After saying that, Chen Yi began to think, rather than saying that Xu Qi was only forced to retreat ten feet, it would be better to say that Zhou Yitang was able to force the true god to retreat ten feet.

This is enough to prove the sword of the sword armor.

However, soon after Chen Yi finished speaking, he saw the one-armed woman shaking her head.

"Not a mile back."

Chen Yi's eyes lit up and he said in surprise:

"Is it ten feet?!"

Zhou Yitang said arrogantly: "I will retreat one foot."

Forget it, it's pointless to ask.

Compared with other people on the martial arts list, Xu Qi is probably an unquantifiable existence. Except for Bodhisattva Sword, who competed with him in the past but retired inexplicably, no one in the whole world can do anything to him.

"Except Xu Qi, no one can kill Wu Buyu now," Zhou Yitang seemed to see through Chen Yi's thoughts and said, "As a second choice, you should survive first."

Chen Yi didn't have that much temper, so he asked, "How did you survive?"

"I talked to you about that."

"There is no sword in my heart, and there is no sword in my hand. It is a state of forgetting both myself and the world?" Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and asked as if to confirm.

Zhou Yitang did not deny it.

She survived because of this, and by chance she killed the three corpses. She became invisible, formless and without self, and became the half-formidable young man in the old man's mouth.

Now Chen Yi is facing a similar situation, and he has also realized the meaning of the Living Sword. Everything... is somewhat similar. As a teacher, even if he cannot surpass his teacher, he must eventually guide his disciples onto his own path.

"Forget about both the self and the world, and connect heaven and man. Enter the way of communication between heaven and earth." Thinking of this, Zhou Yitang said slowly: "Just like in the underworld, you just listen to me..."

Before she could finish, Chen Yi raised his hand to interrupt her, "My ego is so strong. If you want me to enter the state of selflessness, doesn't that mean you have to cut off my body?"

Zhou Yitang frowned and said, "Why not?"

What she said today was not intentional like in the past, she just let things take their natural course. What's more, she just killed the three corpses. Now that the crisis has come, she is likely to die here in seven days. Why should he be so concerned about it?

"If I don't behead the corpse, I'd rather not live." Chen Yi said slowly.

Zhou Yitang said coldly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Chen Yi glanced at the top of the mountain and said slowly:

"I found a better way."

"Oh?"

“Instead of letting my own state of mind rise to a higher level and comprehend a more profound sword intent, it is better to destroy his state of mind and let him fall from a high mountain.” After saying that, Chen Yi encouraged his inner breath and said in a tearful voice: “Brother Wu, you won’t live long, and neither will I. Let’s get together!”

What a wild idea... Zhou Yitang thought so.

Chen Yi turned around and was about to continue climbing the mountain, but he suddenly saw several gullies on the ground, with sword energy everywhere.

"Do you dare to continue going up the mountain and try?!"

A sound like a huge bell echoed through the mountain path.

Chen Yi shrugged towards Zhou Yitang and said helplessly:

"You see, lonely old people are the most embarrassed."

The one-armed woman's pupils shrank slightly.

Chen Yi shook his head and laughed, "It's just a tiny thought. Once a thought arises, all other thoughts arise. If the six senses are not pure, the seven emotions will not be abandoned."

If Wu Buyu had really reached the state of Nirvana, he would definitely not have confined himself to a circle on the ground. He would have ended up with nothing in his hands and would have returned to become a handful of earth in the world.

After all, this former number one in the world has not given up yet.

The one-armed woman said nothing about Chen Yizhi's words, but started thinking about another thing. For the past few days, she had seen the situation of this group of people through Min Ning. Except for Yin Weiying, she had gained something from everyone else. However, the previous divination showed that this place was Lu Ying's fate. However, until now, she still didn't know where the signs of fate were. Could it be that it was just a state of mind where she had forgotten herself and the world?

Suddenly, Zhou Yitang's eyes fixed.

Seems like he noticed something.

Chen Yi was still confused, when he saw her turn around suddenly, her eyes piercing through all the obstacles and looking towards the Chongyang Temple's ancestral tablet tower.

.........

Dark clouds covered the sky, and thick darkness descended, covering the entire silent building.

Ever since the Taoist priests of Chongyang Temple who left the sword pond there took the blame for themselves, this Yin Tower enshrining the tablets of ancestors has become quiet. Even as the sword pond is about to collapse, a sense of transcendence can be felt.

Lu Ying walked over the threshold and passed the dead bodies on the ground.

Even after a few days, the corpses showed no signs of decay. They were as shiny as new, with tight skin. Apart from the paleness and bloodlessness, there was no sense of death, as if they were sleeping soundly on the ground.

Chongyang Temple has a 600-year foundation. Those who can stay in the sword pool are all in the Golden Elixir realm. They have already stepped half a foot into the threshold of ascension. Their bodies have long been spotless and incorrupt, like celestial beings, just like the flesh-and-blood Buddhas that are naturally formed when those great Buddhist monks pass away.

Lu Ying seemed to have arrived in front of the tablets of the ancestors in Chongyang Temple.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but there was some kind of induction that led her here, to this building.

It is like the sound of heaven and earth, but one wants to hear it but cannot hear it clearly; it is also like the shape of heaven and earth, but one wants to see it but cannot see it clearly. The Taoist scriptures say that great sounds are seldom heard, and great images are formless. This is the principle.

Dozens of deities stood on the table. They were immortals from past dynasties who had ascended to heaven in Chongyang Temple. Previously, a group of Taoists in Chongyang Temple had used blood to pray to the immortals, but only two immortals responded, and the tablets of these two immortals were both ranked last. However, now that Lu Ying stepped into the building, the deities' tablets moved without wind, swaying slightly, and making a buzzing sound.

It was like the immortals were bringing tremendous blessings.

Lu Ying rubbed his eyes and looked again. He saw countless glazed gold colors emerging from those god thrones and flowing out naturally. Among the group of gold, on the highest god throne, there seemed to be an immortal standing alone, with a willow branch in his hand lightly raised, as if sprinkling nectar.

Drops of golden dew sprinkled down, and the sky and the earth turned white. Lu Ying was hesitant and did not dare to reach out her hand, but the voice in her ear became more and more urgent, urging her to accept this favor.

On the highest deity throne at the head, there were a few words engraved: Wu Ling Shou Zhen Zhen Jun.

This man is revered by the people of Chongyang Temple. He was the founder of Chongyang Temple six hundred years ago.

When he came back to his senses, the immortal's figure became more solid.

Lu Ying vaguely heard him speak softly:
"The great way of heaven and earth, in the past, the gate of heaven was opened to build supreme merit. Today, the gate of heaven has been abandoned, and the connection between heaven and earth has been severed. Today, we accept disciples on behalf of the master. Please let this disciple unite with heaven and earth, return to the way of heaven, carry the destiny of Chongyang Temple for the next 600 years, and repay the 1,200 years of disasters for my temple..."

The top of Jianchi Mountain.

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, but a crack appeared slowly, and a ray of skylight was torn open. Endless purple air flowed out and lingered between heaven and earth.

The immortal made hand gestures and was about to touch his head with one hand, his eyes lowered, and he said with a look of compassion:

"please."

The sky broke through the clouds and thunder roared like the roar of dragons and snakes fighting.

(End of this chapter)