My enemies became my companions

Chapter 455: Shaking the Tree (Two in One)

Zhou Yitang did not respond.

When she was silent, that sense of coolness flowed naturally and penetrated into people's hearts. She always seemed to be thinking, but Chen Yi understood that she was not thinking about anything. She was just silent. Her heart was not empty, but only had thoughts like the universe. No matter what people said or scolded, her face was calm. This was neither an escape nor a rebuttal, but just pure silence.

At this time, it seems that there is no form, no shape, and no self.

Even those who are silent don't know why they are silent.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, realizing that she didn't want to think about anything at this moment, and continued to whisper in his heart:

"Do you remember when she asked me if I was lonely? When I was with her, I once showed my ability to kill people. I thought her eyes would be full of stars, but she asked me if I was lonely. I asked her why she asked that, and then I found out that she thought you were always lonely."

Zhou Yitang remained silent.

Chen Yi calmed down and said calmly, "I also saw you sitting alone and meditating on the sword before, ignoring others and yourself. It is said that the apprentice will learn from the master. In fact, Lu Ying is also learning from you, but she doesn't want to learn from you. She thinks you are too lonely. She is afraid... She has always been afraid that she will be as lonely as you."

After the last two sentences were spoken, Zhou Yitang seemed to move slightly.

She responded unconsciously: "Yeah."

This seems to be a flaw... Chen Yi suddenly said:

"Lu Ying has now become the person she fears!"

On the other side, the one-armed woman was breathing slightly faster.

A disciple is like her master, and there has never been anything wrong with her, nor should there be anything wrong with her. Her master has walked this path for her, so she should also be able to walk it steadily.

The road is flat and straight, not rugged, and there are not many detours. It is undoubtedly good now. The sky is dark, and Zhou Yitang's eyes are deep, dark and long. After a while, there is a little light. It turns out that the old memories emerge in my heart. The light is dim and hazy, reflecting the moonlight in the valley. It is so white that the fireflies are hesitant and flee. A girl emerges from the shade of the grass and trees. She clasps her hands together as if she has caught something. The one-armed woman is in full view from the height. The girl bends her waist, goes around the corner and climbs up the mountain, sneaking...

At this time, Chen Yi suddenly said:

"Did you know she spanked me?"

"Oh?" Zhou Yitang came back to his senses.

"When you weren't paying attention, she relied on being my senior sister and spanked me all the time. I had no choice but to run away. She wasn't in a hurry to chase me, but waited for me to return to the training hall. Anyway, I couldn't escape from Cangwu Peak."

Chen Yi recalled Lu Ying's smile and said with a smile:
"One second she was fine, and I thought she had forgotten about it, but the next second she took out a ruler and said viciously that if I escaped once, I would have to hit her three times!"

Zhou Yitang naturally understood what "seconds" meant. She fell silent, and the sneaky girl came to her mind again...

"Did she ever catch fireflies for you?"

As if they were telepathically connected, his words could not help but intertwine with Zhou Yitang's memories. She still remembered that little Lu Ying trotted over to her and asked her quietly if she knew what was in her hand. When she deliberately said, "I don't know," the girl raised her hands to her and loosened them. In her memory, there was a firefly that plopped into her face...

Her clothes were muddy.
Fireflies wrapped in the palm of your hand.

Although Zhou Yitang was not in front of him, Chen Yi seemed to be able to catch his wife's expression, and his thoughts flowed. He smiled helplessly:
"You think I don't know what you are thinking, but I am the worm in your stomach. You think it's okay for Lu Ying to be like you, inherit your legacy, learn your sword, and even if you ascend to heaven in the future, you will still leave 70% of your sword skills in the world to pave the way for the younger generation. But I... I won't think so much, I just want my senior sister to be happy..."

After that, Chen Yi recalled for a moment, sighed and said, "I, a man, am actually worrying about my mother's heart."

Zhou Yitang sneered, but lowered his brows.

Zhou Yitang knew what he said. Under the cloak of Lu Ying's sensible nature, there was a confused child. She wanted to inherit the sword art, but she was afraid of loneliness in the mountains. Deep in her heart, she always wanted to live a carefree life. She was flattered to receive the comment that her heart was as strong as a crane. Later she realized that she was the face of Cangwu Peak...

Zhou Yitang never put much pressure on Lu Ying, but she herself was the pressure.

Chen Yi pressed the hair on his forehead and said in a long voice: "If there is no immortal coveting you, what I told you is just a family matter. Her happiness is just a trivial matter. In the eyes of many people, it is just picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons. But you are Jianjia and Tongxuan Zhenren. She doesn't have to bear too much, doesn't have to fight for the sword, and doesn't have to take on the rise and fall of any sect. Let her live happily.

Alas, I am also quite stupid, to talk so much with you. "

Zhou Yitang said: "Not stupid."

Chen Yi took advantage of the situation and asked quietly, "Then... pull her out of this state of oblivion?"

Zhou Yitang was silent for a moment, neither confirming nor denying, as if hesitating.

The state of "forgetting both myself and the world" is a rare opportunity in a lifetime for those who practice martial arts. The hands are free and the mind is free, which is in line with the way of heaven. It is one with the light and the dust. The Tao is the beginning of all things. The Living Sword takes the path of using the Tao to enter the sword, while the Killing Sword, on the contrary, uses the sword to break the Tao. Zhou Yitong has been learning sword for many years. Even though his sword has been broken for a long time, he has never been far away from this Tao. In the past year, he has immersed himself in it more deeply, and his attainments in the way of the sword have a tendency to reach a higher level. If he has the opportunity to achieve great success in the future and ask Xu Qi for sword skills again, as long as that true celestial being is not at the level of a ancestor, it will no longer be a step back.

If Lu Ying leaves the state of "forgetting both the self and the world" and wants to enter this state again, he will have to resort to the method of beheading the three corpses, and the risk is extremely high. If anything, the foundation of his Taoism will be destroyed.

As if sensing Zhou Yitang's inclination, Chen Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Forget it, I don't need to ask for your opinion." Chen Yi turned around and stopped being alone with Zhou Yitang. He strode back to Juejian Cave. "It's all nonsense to tell you. I don't want to see her like this. She definitely didn't like me like this before."

Zhou Yitang came back to his senses and sneered, "Can you decide everything?"

"I don't know whether I can or not, but I don't want her to live an unhappy life." Chen Yi paused and continued, "Besides... there must be a different state in the world than the state of forgetting both the self and the world..."

The latter sentence was full of contention, just an attempt to make up for it, but Zhou Yitang did not refute it.

She forgot everything about herself and everything else, and became only the half-formidable young man in Wu Buyu's mouth. If there really was such a state in the world, it would be enough to overwhelm Wu Buyu's sword. However, after so many years, no one could make the old sword demon sigh that the young man was formidable.

Chen Yiang walked up the hill and could vaguely see Lu Ying sitting on the edge of the cliff looking at the sky. He gathered his thoughts and walked slowly. It was easy to enter the state of forgetting both the self and the world, but it was impossible to unlock it in a short time. He had said all that before, but it was just all that. He had been stuck in the fourth level for a long time and had not yet truly refined his spirit and returned to emptiness. How could he find that higher level? But even so, he still had to say what he should say.

As he was walking towards it, Chen Yi suddenly stopped, and then he saw a barely perceptible golden thread suddenly appear.

Where did it come from?

There was more than one golden thread, followed by densely packed thin threads, some thick and some thin, that were trying to tear and bind people. Chen Yi looked in the direction of the golden thread...

Straight into the cloud.

The dancing lightning snakes had calmed down before anyone knew it. The lightning was gone, replaced by a dazzling skylight surrounded by purple mist, and black clouds spread out to both sides.

Like a ray of hope!
The immortals come riding on the wind and breaking through the clouds!

……

Twenty drops of golden glazed color fell from the sky like ink drops, spreading out in the whiteness of the mountain top. The tips of the reeds danced in the wind, and the rich and noble purple air pressed over.

The leader, Martial Spirit True Lord, waved his sleeves, and the wind in the mountains stopped, but the reeds still drooped, as if bowing their heads.

The old man's head was also lowered.

The figures of the immortals are illusive, as if they walked out of the murals. Some hold a zither, some ride a tripod, and some carry a whisk. They are all shrouded in immortal light, which is very auspicious. The light from three of them is the brightest.

Needless to say, the other two were Taihe Zhenjun, whose robes were embroidered with gold, whose skin was translucent, and whose abdomen seemed to have a golden elixir as big as his head hanging in the air, and who was clearly a master of the Inner Alchemy School. The other had a stern face, and wore a green robe that looked like a Taoist robe, but the cuffs were narrow, like the sleeves of a civil or military official. His aura and spirit were like a sharp sword, and there was an ancient sword hanging from his waist. He was Jinggu Zhenjun. In the reed grass on the top of the mountain, Wuling Zhenjun stepped forward, bowed his head slightly, and said:

"Senior Wu, thank you for bothering me."

The white-haired old man had sparse eyebrows and drooped. He did not raise his head and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are just afraid that if the sky falls, no one will be able to bear it."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the immortals frowned slightly and glanced at the old man who was lowering his head in front of them.

Wu Ling Zhenjun did not get angry, but continued to bow his head and said:

"We are definitely not the kind of people who are afraid of death, but over the past few hundred years, there are very few suitable people. Apart from Xiao Daoping, there is only this one person."

As these words fell, there was a sudden sound of thunder in the sky, which stretched far and wide. The crack in the Jianchi Cave Heaven had reached the point where even all the immortals could not suppress it.

At this time, the white-haired old man said coldly: "If this girl fills the hole, will I have to stay here for 1,200 years?"

True Lord Wu Ling had already been prepared. He turned his eyes slightly and saw that the True Lord with the ancient sword had taken a step forward.

An ancient sword hangs on an ancient rope.

The ears of corn were so long that they reached the ground, falling into Wu Buyu's drooped old eyes.

If you don’t see it when you look up, you won’t see it when you look down.

The immortal was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Old Sword Saint Wu, I love swordsmanship, but I have never seen the swordsmanship of the old swordsman. It is a great regret. I once asked Xiao Daoping to ask about swordsmanship in the sky in my dream, and I regarded him as a close friend. But I learned that he was killed by the old swordsman. I feel very sad."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "I hope to ask the old swordsman for guidance!"

The powerful sword intent silently permeated the top of the mountain.

Wu Buyu finally raised his head at this moment, squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, and said slowly:
"The sword spirit still has some luck. Will you test the sword on her behalf?"

"I can't ask for it!"

The voice of Master Jinggu was like black iron, smashing down heavily. A trace of admiration flashed across his eyes, and then he raised his head again, without saying a word. He stretched out one hand, and the lines on his palm looked like ravines left by sword intent.

I actually wanted to try Wu Buyu's sword at this moment.

When the immortals were trembling with fear, Wu Ling Zhenjun waved his hand to stop them and said, "The business is more important."

Then he turned his head away.

From a distance, it looks like a tiny ant.

In the distance, there stood a tiny young man in the dense forest, holding a knife, with a gaze that seemed to penetrate through numerous obstacles and sting people's cheeks.

Such a strong murderous intention.
Wu Ling Zhenjun shook his head slightly, as if mocking and pitying.
Want to kill all the immortals...

It's just like an ant trying to shake a tree.

.........

All the immortals in the world are like the big cypress tree, for which eight thousand years is spring and eight thousand years is autumn.

The dazzling light like colored glass formed a line, like a golden sky curtain approaching from afar, and anyone could see it clearly.

Lu Ying had a blank expression on his face. He just watched quietly, as if he was isolated from the world.

Yin Weiying and Min Ning were greatly stunned. Even though they were confused, the two immortals they met on the mountain road before had already left a deep impression on them. Now that all the immortals had arrived, they knew even with a little guessing that they were not here with good intentions.

The nun looked calm and indifferent, but she was actually nervous in her heart. For a moment, she even stopped making hand gestures. Min Ning gripped the hilt of the knife. Although his eyes were confusing, they were no longer confusing when they fell on one person.

Chen Yi went forward to meet the group of immortals.

The wind came with the fairy light, and dozens of feet away, the fairies led by Wu Ling Zhenjun were seen standing on the branches like dragonflies skimming the water. Their figures were illusory, but they were shining with golden light.

Those who come are all Dharmakaya.

The so-called dharmakaya means the true body, which is manifested by the method of attaining enlightenment by immortals and Buddhas. To Taoist and Buddhist temples, the method of attaining enlightenment can be said to be like the lifeblood of life. For example, the Tai Shang Wang Qing Method of Mount Taihua and the Shang Qing Heart Method of Shang Qing Dao are all methods of attaining enlightenment. The Medicine Buddha whom Chen Yi destroyed at that time was the one who accidentally cooperated with Yin Tingxue to destroy her dharmakaya.

Wu Ling Zhenjun took a step forward, looking down like a celestial official reading an imperial edict, and said:
"We, the immortals, have come to the mortal world. Considering our relationship as Taoist friends, we will hand over the Taoist woman and pretend nothing happened."

Chen Yi was not in a hurry to answer, but just asked: "Are all the smugglers here?"

"Arrogant!"

As soon as Chen Yi finished speaking, an immortal holding a whisk became furious and shouted loudly.

"Telling the truth is arrogant?" Chen Yi raised his eyebrows.

"We have practiced the way of heaven and have achieved immortality. How can we allow you to desecrate it?" The immortal was obviously angry and laughed.

Master Wu Ling's face was as gloomy as an ancient well. After just two sentences, one could tell that this man was by no means a good person, and had no intention of compromising. In the end, it was true what the old saying goes: If you don't accept a toast, you will be punished.

In that case, there is no need to say more.

There was no need for Master Wu Ling to speak, as the angry immortal took a step forward, his body moving like lightning, and in an instant he was in front of Chen Yi. The whisk in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he waved it lightly at the top of Chen Yi's head.

The white silk swayed in the wind, warm and gentle, and the immortal made a hand gesture, as if touching the top of the head to grant immortality.

The sword light spun past first.

The immortal had expected this, but he smiled in anger, and his body softened, surrounded by mist, ready to disperse like clouds to meet the sword...

"Hua La..." was the sound of flesh being cut. The whisk fell powerlessly from his hand, revealing its true appearance beneath its gentleness. The white silk was like a lightning snake opening its mouth. The buzzing sound of thunder lingered, with terrifying power. After the flash, it subsided.

Chen Yi passed by him, and the sword light of the Miechan Sword flashed across the sky. The leader of the Six Yangs, who was bleeding golden blood, was raised high. Before his death, he still had a smiling face, and only his wide-open eyes retained horror!

The faces of the immortals changed slightly. True Lord Wu Ling narrowed his eyes, and True Lord Jing Gu's sword intent rose.

"I thought...you guys were really immortal."

The man grabbed the flying head in the air and twisted it over so that the terrified eyes of the person were facing the group of immortals!

(End of this chapter)