It doesn't matter what the lord is.

At this point, he became short of breath and looked away.

The Queen looked up, smiled, and said:

"Well, you're already old, but you're still hiding things like a child. Aren't you afraid that young people will laugh at you?"

The queen helped him put his clothes in order, stepped back, looked him up and down, and praised him:

"He's quite handsome, and he really looks like a hermit. Alayya, what do you think? Let me tell you, this was popular when we were young. Both boys and girls dressed like knights. I don't know if the aesthetic taste of young people has changed now..."

Alaiya smiled faintly and replied:

"I think she's very charming. Although she's still a little bit inferior to the young master."

The queen snorted and said:

"You are just a lover's eye, beauty is in your eyes, it's not worth it!"

Having said this, she wiped her tears and said seriously:

"You want to use this sword to save the people of the world, right? Then go ahead. When we meet again, you have to speak to me louder and use all your strength to shout it out. Don't be like last time, saying you like me so tactfully. Who would understand you..."

Qingyun laughed and replied:

"it is good."

He pulled out the half piece of green bamboo from his waist, held it in his hand, and walked towards the silver-gray dragon.

With his back to the queen, he clenched his teeth and took every step slowly.

Even though I didn't say it explicitly, the emotions that had been dormant for many years were surging and choking me.

When he took three steps, a shout that resounded through the sky suddenly came from behind him:

“Qingyun——!!”

The queen bent over and shouted at him with all her might:

“See you next time—!!”

I’m afraid you won’t be able to say it next time, so I’m giving you a demonstration first.

Qingyun and the queen both smiled, just like lovers saying goodbye to each other before going to the battlefield.

Alayya clutched her clothes tightly, and for some reason she felt a pain in her heart.

When Qingyun turned around, his steps became much lighter and he no longer hesitated.

With every step I took, the air trembled inexplicably.

The silver-gray dragon lowered its head and for the first time looked straight at the tiny human standing there.

After a moment, it let out a deafening roar.

That kind of pressure could directly shock Alaya to spit blood, and she had to take out the sword with trembling hands and stick it into the ground, creating a small sword formation to protect herself and the queen. Fortunately, that invisible pressure only lasted for a moment before it was shattered by another force.

The wind blows.

Qingyun lowered his hands, letting the earth and heaven tremble, his heart as calm as water.

His love story is actually nothing special.

When he was young, he fell in love with a rich girl. He loved her so much that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, but he didn't dare to confess his love for her, for fear that he was not worthy of her because of their social status. The drama of upgrading and slapping the rich and handsome man in the face was played out by his cowardly character who didn't fight with the world, and they parted ways.

During that time, he sat alone in a temple in a desolate mountain, meditating and seeking enlightenment in silence. When he came out of seclusion, he had reached the pinnacle of the ten great perfections of the sword art.

That's all. There aren't many people in the world who have reached the tenth level of swordsmanship, right?

Yes, that's enough. If she hadn't married.

Time flies by unnoticed when practicing sword skills, and two years have passed by when she comes out of retreat. During these two years, the girl from the rich family has been searching for his whereabouts but to no avail. She is alone and unable to resist the arrangement of her family, so she is sent to the palace to be selected as a concubine. Girls from large families always have natural advantages. When Qingyun went to the capital, he saw her wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe.

That day she sat in a tall sedan chair and calmly crossed the street. Qingyun stood blankly in the crowd. Although her eyes were open, everything in front of her became dark and she could no longer see anything.

He knew he had a talent for kendo since birth, and he never used this talent to do anything bad. He also knew that if he was bullied, he should bully back, and he knew that if he met a girl he liked, he should boldly confess his love, but he didn't dare and didn't want to. He was born disgusted with the intrigue of life, and he didn't want to repeat the process of slapping others in the face and being slapped in the face over and over again. He always thought: As long as I get stronger, as long as I keep getting stronger, no one will dare to do anything to me.

Indeed, it is gone.

In the end, one of them became the queen who ruled the country, and the other became a swordsman with tenth-level swordsmanship, both of them had reached the point where there was no room for improvement. But even though they were both in such high positions, they still couldn't be together as they wished. Even though they were so close, it seemed like there was a huge chasm between them.

Qingyun knew that she was not happy, even though she was still smiling. Because he had seen what she really looked like when she smiled, he felt distressed every time he saw her smile.

The two people are at this closest distance, acting like the most familiar strangers.

Until the lord of Cangzhou rebelled, the capital was in danger. The white-robed minister persuaded the king to seek Qingyun's help. When the king found Qingyun, he only said a few short words:

"I know you like her, and I also know she likes you. Because she calls your name in her sleep, and she only dares to call your name in her sleep! She is just a woman to me, but I can't give her to you because she is the queen. You two are shameless, but I have my dignity!... But if you help me this time, you can live in the palace and see her anytime. Do you understand?"

After a long time, Qingyun nodded.

Then a bloody storm broke out, and the lord of Cangzhou was on the verge of defeat.

The queen always felt that it was from that time that Qingyun's realm began to decline. Others could not see it, because Qingyun was still very strong, and the pseudo tenth level was better than the ninth level. Unless someone who was a true tenth level saw it, there would be nothing unusual. But the queen knew it, because in the later contact, she found that his sword was mixed with something else, and it was no longer so pure.

But in fact, Qingyun's fall into the pseudo tenth level had already happened since the first time he saw her in the royal capital that day.

He practiced Zen sword, and only he could practice this kind of sword, not only because of his extraordinary talent, but also because since birth, he had been worthy of the heaven and earth, worthy of the common people, never quarreled with others for his own interests, and had never let anyone down.

But the moment he saw her in a golden and red dress, he found himself filled with guilt.

73. Show your ambition

Qingyun had also proposed fleeing far away. After all, he was already at the tenth level of swordsmanship at that time, and if he wanted to take the queen away, the people in the capital could not stop him.

But the queen did not agree.

"We're not young anymore."

She often says this.

Only Qingyun knew her knot. After her youth, she had her own family, and she had to put love aside. She was a responsible person in her bones. Even if the king ignored her, she had to play the role of queen alone. So even though they often talked to each other later, they never crossed the line. If a moment of pleasure can only bring endless pain, then let it not happen.

She was still her queen, and he was still his swordsman.

There was no unclean involvement, and he and she no longer had to feel guilty towards anyone other than each other.

Qingyun stayed in this place closest to her for a long period of time, which lasted for ten years.

Li De once asked him why he didn't travel around the world and save all living beings. This question has been asked before. "Qingyun was trapped in the capital by something." Such legends are everywhere. Only Qingyun himself knows that no one trapped him. He just made a prison for himself.

To pay off his debt to the queen.

For nearly twenty years, he picked the first peach blossom of early spring for her and pinned it in her hair; he queued for several hours in the busy market in the early morning to buy almond tofu from a restaurant famous in the royal capital; he took in six stray cats for her, three white cats, two spotted cats, and a black cat that carried a butterfly in its mouth and walked on the snow... The queen could do many things by herself, as long as she gave an order, servants would do it for her, but she only liked Qingyun to be with her.

At this moment, Qingyun finally felt relieved. The end of countless memories, this imperfect life, had the last piece of the puzzle completed.

——Let it go.

When this thought came to his mind, he suddenly felt relaxed, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago.

In an instant, the sky exploded, and white sword energy spread all over the world.

When he raised his head again, he looked at the silver-grey dragon and stared into its eyes, which were filled with an unconcealable cold edge. Just like when he had just entered the tenth level and was planning to find his beloved girl to marry, the young man was full of vigor and vitality.

The dragon seemed to have sensed something and flapped its wings. The earth suddenly began to tremble for no reason, and a red light enveloped the majestic palace, uprooting the palace complex that was like a hill and carrying them into the sky. The size of the palace was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It would take a day or two to tour it. At this moment, the huge monster was flying into the sky while dropping clods of earth, almost instantly blocking the sun and shrouding the entire capital in a shadow.

The giant dragon's mind moved, and the palace crashed down towards Qingyun.

It was pitch black, covering the sky and the sun. Like a landslide.

Qingyun let out a breath, picked up the half of green bamboo in his hand, and swung it freely. The magnificent palace that was falling on his head was blown into countless pieces.

This sword is called Kaishan.

Qingyun lowered his hand, and a trickle of blood flowed down his sleeves to his fingertips, then flowed along his fingertips through the green bamboo in his hand, and dripped from the tip of the bamboo to the ground.

The dragon roared, soared into the air, shook its head, and opened its bloody mouth. The flames that could burn everything to ashes accumulated in its mouth, and then suddenly erupted without mercy. The temperature of the flames almost instantly roasted the capital into powder, and the blood on the ground evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The extremely high temperature caused people's skin to have a severe burning sensation. This was only from a distance. If it was close, no one would be spared.

It was mighty and mighty, sweeping across the heaven and earth like a tsunami.

Qingyun's expression did not change at all. With a backhand strike of the sword, the sky-wide stream of fire was cut in half, fading towards the sky, burning the clouds on the horizon into a terrifying blood red.

This sword is called Broken Sea.

The giant dragon hovered in the sky, looking down coldly at the man who had been at its mercy for two full rounds.

The twelfth level versus the tenth level should be an absolute crushing victory.

but why……

Even though his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth were all bleeding, this man could still act so calm. Wasn't he afraid of himself? Are all humans crazy?

And why was he able to break his own flames? It would be fine if he destroyed the palace, a sword swung by a person of the tenth level should have this level. But that was dragon fire, second only to the divine fire, and it was dragon fire that could burn the world clean! !

Why was he still standing there? Why did the sword energy just now seem to make the heaven and earth retreat? Why did that fragile body still refuse to fall? Why?!

The dragon couldn't understand.

Qingyun's body was covered with broken wounds, and blood was dripping onto the ground in large chunks.

He turned around and said to Alayya:

"Watch out, young man. Don't think that the tenth level is the limit. The limit of human beings is far beyond this...!"

The dragon let out a terrifying roar, and a hint of fanaticism flashed in its blue eyes.

He could understand what Qingyun was saying, even if he couldn't, the smile on that bastard's face stimulated his numb nerves. It was like a heavy stab in his self-esteem, and he wanted to tear this man into pieces.

It flapped its wings, flew high, and then dived down.

Struggle, suffer, and then die.

You are like an ant! How dare you look at me like that?

Qingyun had turned his head and once again grasped Qingzhu with his blood-stained hands.

——"I'm a coward? I'm not a coward at all. I'm just afraid that if I make a move, I might kill or maim them. That would be terrible."

——"Don't bother me anymore. Nothing good will happen if you follow someone like me..."

——"If you feel sad, I will play the sword for you. Have you heard it? It's the clanging sound. Huh? You don't like it. I think it's quite nice... Well... Then I'll sing for you next time, even though I don't sing very well."

——"…Sorry. I'm late."

——"That's it, it's fine this way. I'll stay as close to you as possible..."

——"...Anyway, a lifetime isn't that long."

As countless voices sounded in his mind, Qingyun raised his head and stared in blank stare at the giant dragon swooping down.

Those were sturdy scales that many soldiers sacrificed their lives to avoid being damaged.

That is an extremely high realm that has an absolute crushing power over human beings.

It is a terrifying existence that makes people tremble with fear just by its mere presence. It is an absolute power that can change the color of heaven and earth when it is angry.

The wind and clouds rose, and thunder exploded.

That’s right, for weak humans, its existence is as far-fetched as the sky.

When the sky collapses, no one will be spared, and there will be no point in fighting or fleeing.

Life and death only happen in a moment.

Qingyun narrowed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I, Qingyun, am just an ordinary person. I have been wandering in the world for too long and have become a pile of dust."

"That's why I understand that Zen sword itself is a mistake. People have seven emotions and six desires, so they are human. I, Qingyun, practice sword for the people of the world, for the woman I love, but not for you, the way of heaven. If the way of heaven is ruthless, I will enforce justice on its behalf."

"So even with flesh and blood, I dare to swing this sword. In this way—"

Qingyun swung his sword, as if to split the sky above his head into two.

Alayya kept vomiting blood, pinching her neck with her hands, and felt it was extremely difficult to breathe.

Although she was behind Qingyun and most of the air waves were blocked by Qingyun, she still felt her stomach churning and her mind was a mess. The pressure brought by the dragon surged to the point where it seemed to shatter the craftsman's soul. She couldn't think of anything and could only stare blankly at the scene in front of her. Qingyun's words to her seemed to ring in her ears again: I have three swords, but I can only teach you the first two.

One sword breaks the mountain.

Cut the ocean apart with one sword.

There is another sword, named——

"Ask, God!"

I want to use my sword to open the gate of heaven, enter the realm of gods, and ask all the gods in the sky why they are so cold and indifferent to the human world.