The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

"As long as we can find the path by following the Dao Master's notes, even if I cannot traverse this path myself, I can place my hopes on others. In the future, there will always be exceptionally talented individuals who will traverse this path and find a way for others to do the same. In this way, the martial arts of this world can advance even further!"

When martial arts first emerged, no one imagined that someone could become a top-tier master, a supreme master, or a grandmaster like they do today.

Those were all discovered through generations of trial and error.

Like martial arts and techniques, progress is a process of trial and error.

"Come, everyone, come and see if you can gain any insights." An Qingwan called everyone together to study the Dao Master's notes. After several observations, Si Xueyi, Lan Xiaogu, and Gongsun Hongdie quickly withdrew.

Out.

The path to enlightenment was far removed from their lives. Even though they gained some insights from reading the notes, they couldn't connect them with the path to enlightenment.

The next day, Sikong Tingxue also left.

She was very close to becoming a Grandmaster, so close that she could break through at any moment, but she was not yet one. Looking at this notebook now was like trying to see what the person behind the glass looked like through two layers of frosted glass—it was simply too difficult.

On the third day, Tianjian and Leng Qingyou also withdrew.

Tianjian felt that his own accumulation was insufficient, and forcing himself to learn would only make him overly ambitious.

Leng Qingyou felt this was too torturous. She was just a little abnormal, not a god who could endure any hardship or find joy in suffering. Continuing to watch this was worse than letting An Qingwan tie her up and whip her for fun.

By the fourth day, even the Sword God shook his head in frustration.

"My Dao heart, which was damaged by the cultivation deviation, has not fully recovered. If I were to forcibly comprehend the Dao Master's state of mind now, I might suffer another cultivation deviation. Look at the young people these days."

By this time, only An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen were still looking at their notes.

An Qingwan had accumulated enough experience long ago, while Yu Miaozhen's heart was pure and flawless, and she had also received the Dao Master's inheritance, so she could naturally see through it.

However, although the two could watch it, they found it difficult to empathize with the emotions it evoked.

After all, they didn't have as many years of life experience as the Dao Master, nor did they experience the ups and downs like him.

What exactly was that state of mind?

An Qingwan thought that if she were to live in seclusion here for a few years, she would be able to sense it.

But where would she find so much time?

A few years have passed, and who knows what the outside world will be like? Lately, things have been quite turbulent in the martial arts world.

As they perused their notes in this secluded abode, Master Xuanjing would occasionally send in news from the outside world.

The deaths of half of the Grandmasters have already caused turmoil in the martial arts world.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Jing stirred up controversy, turning what was originally a gathering to attack the Holy Palace Master and the Heavenly Venerable into a grand martial arts tournament of unprecedented scale.

This conference will elect a new leader of the martial arts alliance, who will then lead the people to attack the Holy Palace Master, the Heavenly Venerable.

This momentum is far greater than that of Xie Ji leading the troops to attack the Holy Master Cangming ten years ago.

While a large number of martial arts practitioners were heading to the Qing Shuang Sect, rumors began to circulate.

That rumor was related to An Qingwan.

It is said that An Qingwan appears to be a great heroine, but in reality she is a demonic witch. This is because An Qingwan has an ambiguous relationship with Leng Qingyou, the master of the Rebirth Pavilion, and Leng Qingyou is on good terms with the Heavenly Venerable.

When the news first came out, it didn't attract much attention, but within two days, it evolved into the claim that An Qingwan was in cahoots with the Heavenly Venerable and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace, and that the deaths of Cangming Holy Master, Mo Zhichou, and others were also related to An Qingwan.

At this point, the clamor for the Awkward discourse grew louder.

Many people still do not believe it, but some claim that they were in the army on the shore of Shaoyang Island that day and saw An Qingwan chatting and laughing with the Heavenly Venerable.

"If this news spreads for a few more days, it will probably turn into you being the biggest villain, that you orchestrated all the bad things, and that the Heavenly Venerable and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace are your lackeys!"

Yu Miaozhen was furious.

"This must be a false rumor spread by Han Jing's mastermind. There were so many people on the north bank of the Huai River that day, but not a single person has come forward to refute it!"

Sikong Tingxue shook her head: "How dare those people refute the rumors? Even the Du family, who are in charge of that army, dare not speak out because of Han Jing's pressure. The soldiers below dare even less. Right now, only the people from the Thirty-Six Islands have the courage to stand up and say a few words, but the people from the Thirty-Six Islands were not in Shaoyang Prefecture that day, so hardly anyone believes what they say."

Lan Xiaogu said, "Is Han Jing creating this momentum to force Sister An to go out so he can deal with her?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "That must be it."

An Qingwan said, "Don't worry about it. It's just a little reputation. Once I kill him, everything will be clear. As for the others... the Rebirth Pavilion, the Heavenly Sect, the Listening Wind Pavilion, and even the Still Wheel Heavenly Palace and the Thirty-Six Islands, they all need to be careful recently, lest they be harmed by him."

Leng Qingyou said, "I will find a way to inform everyone to stay hidden and not go out recently."

An Qingwan said, "We can also release some false information to confuse the public, such as saying that I went to Huoluo Kingdom."

The cold celadon glaze continued to nod.

After that, An Qingwan stopped paying attention to what was happening outside.

She no longer looked at the notes written by the Daoist Master; she had already memorized all the contents, so there was no point in looking at them again.

She simply sat quietly under the moon, trying to feel the place where the Dao Master had once stayed.

She was looking for some inspiration.

Nobody knows if this inspiration will appear, or when it will appear.

Under the same moon.

On the high building of the Qing Shuang Sect.

Han Jing stood with his hands behind his back, exuding confidence. He had finally touched upon the Dao.

This is a joyous occasion, a joyous occasion that belongs to him and to the Qing Shuang Sect. He will always be grateful to his master Bai Wuchen and his grandmaster Yuan He.

His talent in martial arts is undoubtedly extraordinary, perhaps even the greatest in the history of the Qing Shuang Sect.

But without Bai Wuchen and Yuan He's decades of exploration, he would never have reached where he is today on his own.

"Now we only need An Qingwan and the others. Did she guess that I had touched the Dao and deliberately went into hiding, or did she really go to the Fire Luo Kingdom as rumored?"

Han Jing raised his head.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, like a cold mirror. He smiled and shook his head.

An Qingwan's talent is unparalleled throughout history.

Unfortunately, no matter how talented one is, without that spark of inspiration, it's all for naught. Has An Qingwan found that spark of inspiration?

Han Jing thought there wasn't one.

"High-rise buildings are lonely."

……

"An Qingwan".

It was unclear how many months and nights it was, but Yu Miaozhen slowly walked to An Qingwan's side, who was sitting quietly.

"what's on your mind?"

She sat down next to An Qingwan.

An Qingwan said, "If I were to retire from the martial world, what kind of life would I lead? It probably wouldn't be like the life of the Daoist Master."

Yu Miaozhen asked, "Then what kind of life do you like?"

An Qingwan smiled and said, "I like peace and quiet, but I don't dislike liveliness either. If it were me, I would probably find a small courtyard by the water to live in, with a boat moored next to it, a long corridor built over the water, and preferably a pavilion. I hope that the courtyard is not too secluded, so that I can meet other people after walking a short distance. By the way, Miaozhen, what about you? What kind of life do you like?"

Yu Miaozhen shook her head: "Actually, I'm not too sure either. I didn't think that much about it. If I had to say something, it would be about the place with flowers and you. As for the wine, although everyone says I'm a wine addict, what I really like isn't the wine itself, but the dizzy feeling after drinking, as if everything is encompassed in my heart."

As she spoke, she suddenly stood up and gave An Qingwan a little performance, showing how she staggered and swayed when drunk.

"An Qingwan, don't you think this looks terrible?"

An Qingwan said, "You're beautiful no matter when." Yu Miaozhen puffed out her cheeks and said, "Nonsense, you clearly can't see it."

An Qingwan said, "You are beautiful. I can't see it, but I can feel it with my fingers. I actually know what you all look like."

Yu Miaozhen's eyes widened: "Really?"

An Qingwan said, "Don't underestimate my fingers."

Yu Miaozhen sat back down: "An Qingwan, I will definitely heal your eyes so you can see me clearly again!"

An Qingwan said, "I believe you can do it." Yu Miaozhen then said, "An Qingwan."

An Qingwan: "Hmm?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "The moon is very round tonight."

An Qingwan: "Mm."

Yu Miaozhen said, "The flowers nearby are all in bloom." An Qingwan replied, "Mm."

Yu Miaozhen said, "An Qingwan, being alive is a very happy thing."

An Qingwan: "Mm."

"So, An Qingwan, you absolutely cannot die. You must live well. I, Sikong, Sister Leng, Miss Lan, and many others all hope that you live. If you live, we can see more things and experience more things together. Those things may not be good, but as long as we are together, they are good. An Qingwan, look into my eyes. Even if you can't see, you must look into my eyes."

Yu Miaozhen suddenly straightened An Qingwan's head. She slowly removed the black cloth. Their eyes met.

On one side were lifeless eyes, on the other, eyes as clear as jewels. Yu Miaozhen had never spoken such complex words before.

Did she come up with this herself?

Or perhaps, this was an insight she gained after reading the Daoist Master's notes and spending a long time in this picturesque secluded retreat?

An Qingwan was "watching".

She tried to "see" Yu Miaozhen.

Using the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique, using the Sword Heart's Clarity, using unseen eyes, and finally, using her heart.

In that instant, she seemed to suddenly see a shadow. The shadow resembled both Yu Miaozhen and the Dao Master.

She seemed to see Yu Miaozhen's alluring figure wandering among the vying flowers.

She seemed to see the joy on the Daoist Master's face as he looked at the vegetables he had grown in the fields.

In that instant, An Qingwan suddenly understood the Dao Master's state of mind at that time. The Dao Master's injuries were slow to heal, and he was already quite old.

It was assumed that the Daoist Master, while in seclusion, would unconsciously reminisce about the past. Indeed, the Daoist Master wrote down many past events in his notes. However, none of the past events could hold back the Daoist Master's steps.

He has accepted everything from the past with equanimity. He is not troubled or complaining about his pain. He simply appreciates the preciousness of life and enjoys every day of the last period of his life.

Only by having expectations in our hearts can we appreciate the beauty of the world. An Qingwan stood up.

"An Qingwan?"

Yu Miaozhen was taken aback by the unusual behavior.

The call did not rouse An Qingwan, who had already entered a new spiritual world.

The moment she stood up, she completely changed.

This change was like a cold, full moon suddenly bursting into dazzling light and transforming into the sun.

But it's not the kind of scorching sun that makes people keep their distance; rather, it's the kind of warm sun that makes people want to get closer.

This warmth made An Qingwan mature many times over in an instant. This maturity, in turn, made her even more charming.

The moonlight, like flowing water, spilled onto the ground, creating shimmering ripples.

An Qingwan raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers joined together as if forming a sword, and then she lightly thrust out the sword.

This sword strike was clumsy, like someone who had never learned swordsmanship making random movements.

But then An Qingwan thrust out a second, a third, a fourth sword... one after another.

A newly thrusting sword is always more agile and dazzling than the previous one.

She was no longer simply gesturing; she had infused the power of her life into the sword.

Finally, after she thrust out her sword once more, Yu Miaozhen could no longer see her hand or her body.

What Yu Miaozhen saw was a "sword" in the world that had no physical form, only a concept.

The sword was dancing.

It doesn't perform a fixed sword technique, but rather embodies the ultimate truth of the universe.

Once.

Once.

Once.

The moonlight between heaven and earth grew increasingly clear.