The Word of Heaven

Chapter 337 The Dao Master's Sword
"It's not necessarily a bad thing to die without any disease."

Lin Wanyi said softly, thinking about the sudden rainstorms in midsummer, and felt that life was the same.

She smiled, turned her head to look at Pei Jinge who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Senior, can you step aside for a moment?"

Pei Jinge thought, can I still say it’s inconvenient?
Before leaving, she looked at Gu Zhuo deeply.

Hearing the footsteps receding, Lin Wanyi did not speak immediately, but picked up her chopsticks to pick up some food for Gu Zhuo.

Then she poured herself a glass of wine, and after drinking it, she recounted what the White Emperor had written in the letter, as if she were singing someone else's story.

Gu Zhuo listened quietly, without touching the piece of braised pork in the bowl.

Only after the story was over did he eat the meat with his meal, slowly and seriously.

Lin Wanyi looked at him and said with emotion, "I have lived in Wangjing since I was a child. Both my father and mother are far away from me. They were not the ones who grew up with me. It is absurd to say that I have deep feelings for them, and it is nonsense to say that I am sad. I just can't help but wonder why my mother has become what she is now. Is it fate, or someone pretending to be fate, or is this her nature?"

Gu Zhuo poured her a glass of wine.

Some wine spilled out, dripping, dripping, and it was so quiet that it made people's heart palpitate.

Lin Wanyi smiled slightly and said, "But I later realized that these are actually unimportant, because no matter from which angle you think about it, as long as you look deeply, there is only one answer, that is, my mother has always been dependent on others instead of relying on herself."

"At first, she believed in Taoist Yingxu. Later, she thought that the Lin family, which was favored by the emperor, was reliable. After my father died, she wanted to satisfy her desire for revenge, and the former chief was the most suitable person."

Her tone was slightly mocking: "After all these twists and turns, isn't it that in the end, only His Majesty the Emperor is left?"

Gu Zhuo said: "So she became the queen."

Lin Wanyi said: "It's all the grace of others."

When she said this, she finally stopped hiding the sarcasm at the corners of her lips, but it sounded more like self-mockery.

"So I regret saying those two words to you on the day of the summer festival."

——Marry me.

Gu Zhuo remembered it very clearly.

Lin Wanyi looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I'm too weak."

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "The time is too short."

Lin Wanyi said: "The present is reality, and the future is a lie."

Gu Zhuo said: "If there is no future, how can there be the present?"

Lin Wanyi was silent for a while and said, "You are right, but we can't always live in the future. We can only look forward to the future."

“What will my future self be like?”

She said calmly, "Even I can't be sure. I believe that I have the best talent in cultivation, but entering the stage of metamorphosis is never just a matter of talent. Before metamorphosis, what qualifications do I have to stand shoulder to shoulder with you?"

Gu Zhuo wanted to say something.

"Being with you is just an example."

Lin Wanyi paused and said, "I can die for anyone, but I will never live for anyone."

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhuo said, "That's right."

Lin Wanyi liked these four words very much. A smile appeared on the corner of her lips and she said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Lin Wanyi seemed a little tired and drank another glass of wine.

The light illuminated her face, which was a light red from being tipsy.

However, her eyes were brighter than ever before, and she was extremely sober. She smiled and said, "Of course there are many more, but they are no longer important. I am more certain of one thing now."

Gu Zhuo was a little curious and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lin Wanyi stood up, walked out, and said word by word: "It is reasonable for me to like you."

When they were halfway there, she suddenly recalled something and asked, "Do you remember that after the summer festival ended, you sat under the eaves and talked to me about your feelings?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Remember."

"Were you fooling me then?"

"It's the truth."

“But it’s also a mess.”

"… Mainly because you were just a little girl at that time."

"If you refuse, you're afraid that it will ruin my mood, but if you agree, it's impossible. If you think about it this way, you must have been in a difficult situation at that time."

Lin Wanyi thought about that day, suddenly laughed, and said: "Although I know it is difficult for you to do it, if I could do it again, I would still do it this way."

Gu Zhuo sighed.

Perhaps because of the previous sentence, Lin Wanyi did not let the conversation end here and left a word with kindness.

"I'll remind you one thing. Senior Pei is very similar to me back then."

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Pei Jinge is back.

The bill had already been paid, so of course she would not eat the table full of cold dishes. She and Gu Zhuo walked out of the restaurant, and a cold wind blew towards them.

No matter how spring comes, the night wind in the north is still biting enough to sober people up.

There were few lights in the town, so the light was dim and no one knew where Lin Wanyi disappeared.

The two did not discuss these things. They walked together in the night, chatting casually about whether today's food was delicious or not, and whether the trip to Yishui was relatively smooth. The round trip of hundreds of miles was tiring.

In the end, they inevitably talked about Lin Wanyi.

The main reason was that Pei Jinge felt pity and thought that Yi Shui would be furious after tonight. It might not be appropriate for Lin Wanyi to come and ask for the sword at this time. However, Gu Zhuo felt that all this came at the right time. The so-called pleasure was to have a good fight.

Pei Jinge was not used to hearing such passionate words from Gu Zhuo. She felt that no matter how she thought about it, you were the one setting a trap for her. She was thinking about whether she should go to Yishui until Gu Zhuo reminded her that with Wei Qingci's boring and annoying personality, he would never let anything happen to Lin Wanyi.

From here on, the two naturally talked about the three heads of the three sword sects, and found that except for Lin Wanyiming's master, the head of Chaotian Jianque, all of these three people were stubborn to the point of making people shake their heads. So they concluded that Chaotian Jianque was the most suitable school for sword practitioners who did not want to be sword practitioners.

"What kind of swordsman is a swordsman who doesn't want to be a swordsman?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's not a pure swordsman."

"What are the benefits of being a pure swordsman?"

"Um... maybe we can fight across the border?"

Pei Jinge sneered and said, "Then ask Wei Qingci to bring Qie Man with him to fight me."

Gu Zhuo was somewhat speechless and said, "Can this be the same thing?"

Pei Jinge rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Besides, there is no such thing as pure or impure. If I put two different swords in front of you, can you tell which one is pure?"

Gu Zhuo said helplessly: "I'm talking about people."

Pei Jinge knew he was in the wrong, so he pretended not to hear anything and bluntly turned the conversation back to Lin Wanyi.

However, this time she was talking about the idea of ​​the three sword sects becoming one.

After hearing this, Gu Zhuo was silent for a long time, and then said something in a rather complicated tone.

“I had the same thought back then.”

"Tsk."

Pei Jinge said with a half-smile: "It's a match made in heaven."

Gu Zhuo suddenly said: "I have something I want to do. If I don't do it, I will regret it."

Pei Jinge agreed without even thinking about it.

The conversation stopped there. The two of them did not continue chatting. After slightly modifying the originally planned route, they set off northward under the stars and against the wind.

Countless sceneries along the way are in the night, and tranquility becomes the only thing in the world.

The sky grew darker and darker, time passed, and then... the morning sun illuminated the world.

Yi Shui appeared in their eyes like a whale floating on the surface of the sea.

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes on the hillside.

There was wind lingering around his face, blowing his hair lightly, causing Pei Jinge to glance sideways. He didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, some of his hair had fallen out of thin air.

Pei Jinge seemed to see a sword waking up.

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The sky was bright, but it was quiet in front of the Yi River.

Lin Wanyi stood on the shore, looking at the island in the middle of the river which was no longer covered by thick fog, her eyes full of regret.

Since the first day she held the sword at a young age, she had heard the legend of the Supreme Elder of Yishui. She had been very curious and admired him, thinking that one day she would see him with her own eyes. However, she did not expect that when she came to Yishui, the old man had passed away.

The only thing to be thankful for was that she was in the Divine Capital on the day of the Weiyang Palace Incident and witnessed with her own eyes the most amazing sword in the world.

Beside Lin Wanyi stood several Yishui sword practitioners. Among them, the middle-aged man with the highest status was named Liu, and his realm had reached the state of unity.

Even in a holy land of swordsmanship like Yishui, a sword cultivator at the Guiyi realm can occupy a place, and he can be considered a suitable candidate to welcome Lin Wanyi.

However, when the sword cultivator surnamed Liu learned of Lin Wanyi's purpose of visit and heard the word "asking about the sword", he was still in trouble and could only ask someone to deliver the message to the sect leader. Since the day Wei Qingci became the sect leader of Yishui, he had not been afraid of fatigue and was willing to personally handle all the sect's affairs, no matter how big or small, and he could be said to have done his best.

Not long after, Wei Qingci gave his consent as a reply and sent specific candidates.

Lin Wanyi thanked him softly and looked forward.

The wind is clear on the river.

A female swordsman was walking confidently across the river, holding a three-foot-long sword upside down, with a smile on her face.

Lin Wanyi knew who this person was. He was one of the top ten in the previous summer festival and was undoubtedly a genius.

It was just that Xie Yinglian happened to be present at that summer festival, and this noble lady of the Xie family was unabashedly eccentric and eccentric, and she overwhelmed the others, making them look extremely embarrassed. Later, when she was defeated by Gu Zhuo, all her peers congratulated her.

Interestingly, the woman’s last name is also Liu.

However, this is actually not something worth being surprised about, because the woman surnamed Liu and the middle-aged swordsman surnamed Liu have a real blood relationship.

From a certain perspective, the Liu family is a noble family entrenched in the Yishui River.

Lin Wanyi put away his unnecessary thoughts.

She looked at her opponent, without any desire to exchange pleasantries, and walked forward with her hands behind her back.

The moment she stepped onto the surging river, the nine flying swords appeared beside her again. They seemed to be in disorder, but in fact they had formed a formation.

There were tall buildings on both sides of the Yishui River, and naturally there were many practitioners who opened their windows to watch the battle. Among them, many people recognized Lin Wanyi's identity and made some assumptions about this sword fight.

When the two were only nine feet apart, Lin Wanyi stopped.

The woman surnamed Liu looked a little strange. He didn't expect that she had such strong confidence in herself.

It is well known to the world that the Yishui Sword is the sword in front of one's body. With the seven words "the great way comes from the sword" as the practice concept, the closer one is to the enemy, the more advantage one has.

"please?"

"please."

The moment the words fell, the woman surnamed Liu drew her sword and cut the water.

The sword energy drew three thin white lines on the surface of the river, which were the marks left by the water waves being cut directly apart.

At the same time, her figure had disappeared, and it was obvious that she was using the splashing waves to conceal her body shape. She did not hesitate to consume her true energy to get close to Lin Wanyi as quickly as possible and put her within the sword's reach.

This is the most common fighting method in Yishui, or it can be said that this is the fighting logic engraved in the bones of every Yishui person.

As a senior disciple of Chaotian Jianque, Lin Wanyi naturally understood how to deal with this situation.

Use flying swords to feint and block the opponent's advance, maintain the distance outside the sword circle of Yishui Sword, persist in cruising and consuming the opponent, control the battle situation as time passes, and wait for the opportunity to draw the sword and attack.

Everyone thinks so.

Therefore, when Lin Wanyi stayed where he was unmoved, drawing his sword and holding it across his body to form a long embankment, it caused a lot of surprise.

If the Yishui Sword is so easy to stop, why is it so famous throughout the world?
The spectators on the high-rise buildings on both sides of the river, the Yishui swordsman standing by the river, and even the woman surnamed Liu all thought so.

then.

There was a bang.

A tiny spark bloomed between the two swords.

Before this fleeting light appeared, Lin Wanyi had already made up his mind.

Nine flying swords swept across the body of the woman surnamed Liu, bringing up blood that splashed into the river.

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on the hill.

Pei Jinge looked at Gu Zhuo with a complicated expression and said, "This is too much of a bullying."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Wan Yi's realm is not as high as this person's."

Pei Jinge was stunned, staring at him with wide eyes, thinking to himself, this is too shameless.

"Besides, it's not me who's drawing the sword."

Gu Zhuo's tone was particularly matter-of-fact: "I just let her know that there is such a way to go."

Even as the two were talking, the battle on the river was still going on.

Dozens of sparks bloomed one after another, with Lin Wanyi as the center. They were all traces left by the sword in the hand of the woman named Liu.

From this perspective, the offensive and defensive trends couldn't be more obvious.

The problem is that Lin Wanyi, who seemed to be holding on hard, was unharmed, while the woman surnamed Liu, who persisted in the fierce offensive, was covered in blood, which was in stark contrast to the picture people saw.

When all the fireworks on the river faded away and the woman surnamed Liu had to put away her sword due to exhaustion of her true energy and admitted defeat with a grim look on her face, Lin Wanyi did not move a single step and remained standing in the same place. Only the river water continued to flow.

The people on both sides of the strait and in the Yishui River fell into a long silence because they could not understand.

Lin Wanyi didn't care about the silence because she had more important things to care about.

The girl looked back toward the southern sky, as if she was thinking about something, but she didn't understand why.

At the moment the battle began, her mind suddenly became clear without any warning, and the whole world seemed to have taken off the veil that it was covering, revealing its true face to her.

So she drew her sword instinctively on a whim, and the opponent's overwhelming offensive was completely broken up by her without any reason. Moreover, the battle situation was firmly controlled by her although she seemed to be on the defensive. The enemy was like being trapped in a whirlpool and unable to extricate themselves... This was a sword art that she had never seen before, and it did not belong to any other sword art in the world.

It was as if the heavens had opened the door for her for no reason and told her that there was a sword here and she could take it as she pleased.

Yishui Taishang has passed away.

Who in the world can have such sword skills?

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on the hill.

Pei Jinge was still looking at Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo said: "Just ask if you need to."

"What kind of sword is this?"

Pei Jinge asked solemnly.

"No name."

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and added, "I'm not good at naming, maybe you can come up with one for me?"

Pei Jinge recalled the previous scene and muttered to himself, "Use the Yishui Sword to guard the three feet in front of you, and use the sword outside your body to kill the enemy outside your body. The key to doing two things at the same time is the sword formation that Chaotian Jianque is best at. Treat yourself as the core of the formation and trap the enemy in the formation."

"It is true that the strengths of the three sects are combined. Not only does it sound difficult, but in fact it is as difficult as ascending to heaven. If you have to give it a name..."

She frowned, thought for a long time, and said seriously: "Let's call it Heavenly Sword."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Is this name too arrogant?"

Pei Jinge looked at him and sneered, "Only people like you can touch the sword. If it's not called Heavenly Sword, what else can it be called? Could it be called Great Sword?"

Gu Zhuo was a little embarrassed and said sincerely: "It's mainly because I think these three words are against the way of heaven, and they sound like they are likely to be lost."

(End of this chapter)