The Word of Heaven

Chapter 338 Goodbye Wait
"There's something I don't understand."

"Ok?"

"Even if you have mastered all the techniques, how can you understand the true meaning of these three sword techniques and deduce them to the point where you can master them thoroughly and teach them to others?"

"Anything else you want to ask?"

"Even I think your swordsmanship is amazing. Why didn't you use it when you killed Sizhu in Cangzhou?"

Pei Jinge asked very seriously.

Gu Zhuo answered honestly: "First, at that time I only had a sword in my hand. Secondly, I have other means that are not inferior to this one or even better. Naturally, I will use whatever is convenient. Finally, do you really not see the problem here?"

Pei Jinge was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked towards the Yishui River, then said: "There is something wrong with this sword."

"Ah."

Gu Zhuo said frankly: "Wang Ji is my friend. When he was alive, how could I be so shameless as to spy on the true meaning of Yi Shui's swordsmanship?"

Pei Jinge thought he understood, and said with a complicated expression: "So you have visited both Wanjian Pond and Chaotian Sword Palace without your friend?"

"Maybe this question is very vulgar."

Gu Zhuo looked at her and asked seriously, "So this is what I am like in your eyes?"

Pei Jinge said sincerely: "In my eyes, the Taoist master would never do such sneaky things, but now you are Gu Zhuo, one of the few friends I have in this life."

It’s still the same truth as before - both longing and awe come from distance. When the distance is erased, what thoughts can’t we have?
Without waiting for Gu Zhuo to speak, she spoke again, seemingly nonchalantly and sincerely, "But I completely believe you. Since you said so, there must be no such thing."

There wasn't a single typo in the words.

Some are from the heart.

Gu Zhuo was speechless.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to give a clear explanation.

"In the years before I became a Taoist master, I had many exchanges with people from Chaotian Jianque and Wanjianchi. I have seen a lot and I understand it."

"After I became a Taoist master, I used this to relieve my boredom when I encountered something really annoying."

Pei Jinge was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "What does this word in 'to relieve boredom' mean?"

Gu Zhuo said patiently: "Trace the origins of the sword techniques, Buddhist scriptures, formations, and magical powers that I have seen in the past, and try to reproduce them using Taoism..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Pei Jinge's eyes were complicated, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Is this okay?"

"As long as your attainments in Taoism are high enough, this is actually not a difficult task."

Gu Zhuo recalled those years and said with emotion: "What is really difficult is how you can integrate these completely different things into a theory instead of just reproducing them meaninglessly."

Pei Jinge remained silent, imagining the Taoist theory described in the words. He felt that if this could succeed, would the differences between the sects in the human world for thousands of years still have any meaning?

Thousands of magic spells and tens of thousands of magical powers can all be combined into one.

How to describe this?

It's nothing more than the four words "Daoqi Xuandu".

When he thought of this, Pei Jinge's eyes suddenly lit up.

She thought about the regret in Gu Zhuo's words and said, "But you didn't succeed?"

"Success."

Gu Zhuo's tone was very calm: "But all this is meaningless."

Pei Jinge was silent for a long time and said, "Is it meaningless?"

Gu Zhuo looked towards Yi Shui, watching the second sword fight, and repeated, "It's meaningless. It's the same reason I mentioned before. At a moment like the Weiyang Palace incident, in the split second of a life-and-death struggle, the means that are truly worth using always come from your fundamental cultivation."

Pei Jinge understood this truth and knew that even if the Heavenly Sword she talked about came true, it would at most be on par with Dao Mie Dao Sheng, but she still disagreed with his opinion.

She said seriously: "There are indeed countless battles in life, but not every battle is a life-and-death battle. In this case, the theory you created is meaningful."

Gu Zhuo said: "Of course this is the truth."

"The issue is……"

He smiled and sighed, then said with regret: "This so-called realm of all-pervading knowledge, no matter how mysterious it is, is ultimately a piece of soil where no new flowers can bloom."

At this point, Pei Jinge finally understood.

Compared to what I said before, this is the real problem - time is a river that always rushes forward, nothing is immortal, and if human beings want to last long, the only choice is to move forward.

The Theory of the Origin of All Things created by the Taoist Master seems to be extremely remarkable, and in fact it is extremely remarkable. However, all these great things are based on the greatness of others, and they turn the achievements of others into one's own achievements.

Ninety-nine percent of practitioners in this world cannot achieve the state of enlightenment in their entire lives. Of course, they can be satisfied with this and not strive for progress.

However, an existence like the Taoist master should find new paths for future generations, or even open up a new world. So the so-called mastery of all methods is meaningless.

If future generations become dependent on this method, and then become lazy, and eventually discard the sectarian concepts that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, this will be a disaster that will last for thousands of years.

"you are right."

Pei Jinge felt a little regretful and very sad.

But when she saw Lin Wanyi standing in front of Yishui, and saw the girl once again win with the Heavenly Sword she mentioned, her mood suddenly improved a lot, and she said: "Anyway, it's not in vain, there are things we can leave behind."

Gu Zhuo said: "So it's all true."

What he was referring to was what he said last night, when he said that if he didn't take this trip, he would probably regret it.

Pei Jinge was slightly startled and said, "When did I ever suspect that you were lying to me?"

Gu Zhuo was also surprised and asked, "Then why were you silent at that time?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Is that you have nothing to say?"

"Ah."

"But silence is often contempt."

"Why should I despise you... Do you think I think you are making excuses just to take one more look at Lin Wanyi?"

Pei Jinge's voice seemed calm, but it sounded faint in the ears.

In the past, Gu Zhuo would definitely not think too much about this after hearing this, but because the two of them had been together day and night in recent days, he calmly maintained his attitude and did not make any changes.

"You have to admit, it's a very reasonable guess," he said.

Pei Jinge was particularly confident, without any embarrassment, and said calmly: "If I were you, I would also feel pity for a girl like Lin Wanyi, and then worry about her, so I came to take a look at her. So even if you think like you said, you don't have to feel ashamed for it. It's just human nature."

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhuo suddenly said, "Sure enough, being an official is a very hard job, especially for you."

Pei Jinge frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Gu Zhuo said: "If it were you in the past, you would never have said such a thing."

Pei Jinge didn't like this sentence, so he didn't continue the topic and looked into the distance at Yishui.

On the surging river, Lin Wanyi was sparring with her fourth opponent. More and more people woke up from last night and stood on the tall buildings along the river watching the sword duel, but the air was always quiet. People only felt that they were witnessing a rising sun unique to kendo, and their eyes could not help but sparkle.

In contrast, the expressions of Yishui's sword practitioners became increasingly ugly. Even the elders who usually had high status had solemn expressions on their brows. This was related to winning or losing, but the more crucial thing was that they couldn't figure out how to break this sword technique.

Yes, until this moment most people thought it was just a sword technique.

Based on this understanding, even if the 'Sword of Heaven' that Pei Jinge mentioned is only in its infancy, it is nonsense to want to crack it. The only way is to crush it with the absolute advantage of realm.

The problem is that Lin Wanyi's coming to ask for the sword today has nothing to do with grudges, and he is not even looking for a comparison of who is better, but a real exchange of ideas.

Not to mention water, any sect with a sense of magnanimity would not bully the weak under such circumstances.

When Lin Wanyi defeated her fourth opponent, she made an unexpected choice.

She put away her sword and sheathed it. In the midst of the wind and waves, she raised her head to let the sun shine pale on her cheeks, and then she lowered her eyelids slightly so that the world she saw would not be so blazingly white, transforming herself into a tourist passing by Yishui.

An elder from Yishui heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, and said to her, "Can you please move to the island? The head of the sect hopes to meet Miss Lin."

Since you are a tourist, why would you refuse?
Under the gazes of many people on both sides of the river, Lin Wan, with her skirt fluttering, crossed the Yishui River and stepped onto the island in the middle of the river which was no longer covered by thick fog.

On the hillside, Pei Jinge asked, "That's all you can see?"

With Wei Qingci's extremely boring temperament, she really couldn't imagine how things would become interesting next, so what was the point of watching on?

Gu Zhuo hummed.

So the two began to go down the mountain, walking in the blooming peach forest, letting the morning breeze add the fragrance of flowers to their clothes.

Before the establishment of the Zhenbei Army, the wasteland was not far to the north after crossing the Yishui River.

Over the past thousands of years, Yishui has always been the first line of defense to resist the southward advance of the barbarians. Countless people have died on this land, including some peerless masters who have reached the state of Yuhua.

Perhaps because of the blood, the land here is still fertile even though it is extremely cold all year round.

However, today, the scenery of this land is becoming more and more beautiful, and there is no longer any smell of blood recorded in history books - no matter how you look at it, this is something to be happy about.

"If Yishui is stained with blood again because of the barbarians, what will the situation be like?"

Pei Jinge lowered his head, looking at the black soil buried under the peach trees and lush green grass, and said to himself: "First, no one from the Zhenbei Army survived, then the Yishui River was destroyed, and then what will be left for the barbarians will be a smooth road."

Gu Zhuo didn't understand why she was thinking about these things.

Pei Jinge said to himself: "If they march straight down like this, I'm afraid the imperial court will not be able to send reinforcements until the barbarians reach Yinping County. During this time, the civilians who don't have time to flee can only be trapped in every city along the way and wait in despair. How many cities will be massacred by then?"

Gu Zhuo was still confused.

Pei Jinge glanced at him and said, "I am admiring the senior who created Yishui, and thinking about a question."

Gu Zhuo asked: "What's the problem?"

"If there is a day in the future when the Zhenbei Army is overthrown, will Wei Qingci retreat or stay when facing the barbarians heading south?"

Pei Jinge turned his head and looked towards the island in the middle of the river, not hiding his malice at all.

Gu Zhuo did not continue the topic.

From the sect's perspective, he had to admit that leaving when things were impossible was the right choice.

But he was quite sure that if the person facing this desperate situation was Wang Ji, he would probably hear a swear word.

——I'm just a disabled person in a wheelchair. Do you want to carry me away with the wheelchair, or do you want me to push the wheelchair by myself?
then.

The old man in the wheelchair will stay, draw his sword and slash northward, and eventually die.

Pei Jinge probably regretted not being able to see this scene.

……

……

"Do you know why I want to see you?"

"Senior, please speak clearly."

"There is Yishui in your sword."

"……Yeah?"

On the island in the middle of the river, Wei Qingci looked at Lin Wanyi with a dull and indifferent expression.

Peach blossoms are also in full bloom here, shaded by countless petals. Just like before, the outside world's view still cannot be overlooked.

But compared with the thick fog that covered the sky in the past, the picture now is undoubtedly cleaner, brighter, and more relaxing.

"is it him?"

Wei Qingci's voice was emotionless: "The one who taught you this sword art."

After all, he was the strongest person closest to achieving enlightenment here. Facts that others could not see were already obvious to him.

Lin Wanyi listened to these words, thinking about the moment when she drew the sword, which was like a sign of divine presence, and remained silent.

She believed that Wei Qingci's judgment was true, but since Gu Zhuo was unwilling to speak to her, there was no reason for her to mention his name.

Wei Qingci looked at her indifferently and remained silent.

Just when Lin Wanyi thought that the other party was about to attack, he heard three words.

"follow me."

Wei Qingci turned around and took the girl into the depths of the peach blossoms, passing by the grave.

Until a sword appeared in Lin Wanyi's eyes.

——Wait a minute.

After her gaze lingered on the peerless sword that looked like a dead tree for a long time, she could not help but frowned and said in a slightly cold voice, "I don't understand what you mean, Sect Master Wei."

Anyone who practices swordsmanship cannot help but feel distressed or even angry about this.

Wei Qingci ignored him and remained silent for a long time. Then he said, "Go and draw your sword."

Lin Wanyi was stunned.

Wei Qingci asked expressionlessly, "Do you need me to repeat it?"

Lin Wanyi's eyes were full of astonishment. She was completely unable to understand the meaning of this sentence, but she finally took that step.

She placed her hand on the hilt of the sword very slowly, feeling the texture of the ancient sword, then her five fingers began to clench, and then she drew the sword.

The slight friction sound produced when the sword blade left the scabbard was particularly clear in the silence. It didn't sound pleasant, but instead made people feel trembling.

Until I see the light of day again.

Lin Wanyi's gaze lingered on the sword for a long time, and she couldn't hide the amazement in her eyes.

After a long while, she looked at Wei Qingci reluctantly and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The same is true for Wei Qing's poems.

But the next moment, he laughed without any warning, and his laughter was hoarse.

An intense chill instantly spread out, enveloping Lin Wanyi's body, mind and soul.

The wind suddenly rises, and the flowers fall like rain.

In just a blink of an eye, Lin Wanyi's face turned extremely pale.

The terrifying sword intent emanating from the laughter, even though it had no intention of targeting her, still caused cracks in her heart of Taoism and she was almost injured.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

Lin Wanyi's voice was trembling and weak.

As soon as the words were spoken, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Wei Qingci turned around, a smile still on his normal face, but it was extremely cold.

He said with emotion: "I am worthy of the Demon Lord."

Lin Wanyi thought of a possibility and subconsciously widened her eyes.

"Wait a minute, I can't pull it out..."

Wei Qingci said coldly: "The only explanation is that you got his permission."

A long silence.

Lin Wanyi woke up from her surprise, looked up at Wei Qingci, and asked seriously: "If Qie Man doesn't want to be pulled out by you, why can't this be your own problem?"

(End of this chapter)