Chapter 139: Sun and moon

On the river, the fog is fascinating, cold and cold.
Lin Shu returned to the cabin.
Lingshu and Lingsu waited at the hatch, and when he saw him, he said, "Lord, follow me."
The Jiange boat is very simple. Although it has an elegant appearance and a large and sturdy hull, it only has some necessary furnishings inside.
Lin Shu understands that in the ancestral teachings of Jiange, the five colors, five sounds and five flavors are all red dust, and it has no meaning except to disturb the mood.
Lingsu led him to the main room of the cabin, and said, "Master, I and Lingshu will change your clothes for you."
Lin Shu: "I'll do it myself."
Lingsu said "yes", and held up Yiying's clothes.
In previous conversations with the elders, Lin Shu knew that Lingshu and Lingsu were not disciples of Jiange Zhenzhuan.
Their mentality is naturally excellent, but their talents and qualifications are insufficient, so they are "swordsmen."
The disciple of the Jiange is conscientious in his daily practice. It is inevitable that he will not be able to take care of himself, and daily living requires some energy. Therefore, senior teachers, elders, elders, and masters all have "swordsmen" with them. Su Ze is the master's swordsman.
The swordsman takes care of the host's daily diet, and even all chores, and the host only needs to practice without hesitation.
The true disciples of the Jiange generation used "cloud" as the first word, such as Yun Lan, and sword servants as "spirit" as the first word, such as Lingshu and Lingsu.
However ... even the less qualified swordsman of the Jiange disciples are all Yuan Ying's cultivation.
Lingsu is a beautiful young girl who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she is already in the early days of Yuanying. Her temperament is clear and quiet, her eyes are clear. If she is placed outside, she can already be regarded as talented.
The level of other disciples in Jiange can be imagined.
Lin Shu looked back and picked up the clothing that Lingsu had brought up.
This is the dress of the owner of the Jiange Pavilion.
The long coat is white, tied with a light silver waistband, and the outside is a cold white wide-sleeve robe. There is no extra pattern or decoration, only the faint silver light flows.
He sat down in front of the mirror, and Lingsu took the jade comb to tie his hair.
The hair bundle is not complicated. Two strands of broken hair are left on the forehead, and the remaining long hair is half and half scattered, and finally fixed with a flowing cloud and white jade.
Lin Shu looked at himself in the mirror.
The physical features of this body have always been good-looking.
It was only snow and ice in his eyes that made him a little confusing.
He just suddenly thought that if the girls at Phoenix Mountain Resort were here, they might have to laugh and joke, "What a beautiful fairy!"
Or maybe it can't be fun-the person in the mirror looks so indifferent that he looks like himself in the mirror every day in his previous life.
Lingsu put things away and handed them to Lingshu with a slight smile, and his eyes were very clean and admired, saying, "The Lord is really the Lord."
Lin Shu asked: "Didn't there any owner of Jiange before?"
Lingsu knows everything: "After" Sauvignon Blanc "is absent, the title of the cabinet will be empty, and we have been waiting for you to return to the mountain."
Sauvignon Blanc.
Lin Shu thought that Jiange's town style "Sauvignon Blanc" has been lost for two decades.
It has been two decades since the forces of various quarters ravaged "Sauvignon Blanc".
Although he knows "Sauvignon Blanc", it was learned in his last life. He has never seen "Sauvignon Blanc" in this life.
Why doesn't the elder ask where his "Acacia" was learned?
Why not have any doubts about his teacher and identity?
He asked, "Aren't you looking for Sauvignon Blanc?"
"Don't look for it." Lingsu said: "Elder Crane once told us that he was guilty of guilt. Sword Pavilion is a pure place. However, whenever" Acacia "is present, one day cannot be separated from the chaos of the world. It is said that "Sauvignon Blanc" was lost. In fact, a senior in Jiange took it away many years ago and put it in a place that has nothing to do with Jiange, but outsiders can never find it. "
Elder Crane is the elder with white beard.
Lin Shu learned from yesterday's conversation that there are currently six elders crossing the robbery of Jiange. Among them, the elder Crane has the deepest qualifications. When the owner of the house is vacant, he is in charge of Jiange.
Isn't "Sauvignon Blanc" lost?
The people in the sword court transferred "Sauvignon Blanc" out, so that outsiders can never find it?
Isn't his own teacher very suspicious, why did he consider him the owner of the Jiange Pavilion, and who is the Taoyuan Jun who cultivates "Acacia" like him?
Lin Shu thought so, and asked: "Is there a predecessor in the sword pavilion ... is the title" Taoyuanjun "?"
"Back to the Lord, I don't know." Lingsu said: "In this case, the Lord can ask the Elder Crane, but the name is not like the people in the sword court."
Lin Shu: "Yes."
Lingsu said that she didn't know, but according to her words, Lin Shu felt that Jiange could not be separated without this person.
Where is Tao Yuanjun? Why is Sauvignon Blanc again?
Dead?
However, according to Ling Fengxiao, this Tao Yuanjun is a person who can use "Sauvignon Blanc" from beginning to end. His martial arts attainment is so profound that he can imagine it. Such people will not die unless they soar.
That may be soaring.
No matter how lost Sauvignon Blanc can be found.
Otherwise, how could the master of his last life pull out a "Sauvignon Blanc" for him to learn?
After thinking about this, Lin Shu stopped thinking about it, anyway, no matter how he thinks, he can't run away and be the master of the sword court.
It's done, he doesn't have much curiosity.
The days went by like this, Lin Shushen abbreviated, Jiange did not advocate eating, was solved by Pigudan, nor did he promote sleep, and he used meditation to observe his meditation instead. His daily life was all cultivation and restoration of spiritual power.
There are spells on the boat, and they are extremely stable. If they did not get out of the cabin, they would not even notice that they were sitting on the boat.
However, on this day, the ship stopped suddenly.
Lin Shu opened his eyes and looked out of the hatch.
Lingshu Lingsu was sitting and meditating aside, and at this moment suddenly opened her eyes and took up their respective swords.
Lingshu said: "I'll go out and watch."
Lingsu: "OK."
The voice of Elder Crane came from the outside: "Why is your Excellency waiting in the middle of the river?"
Another voice replied: "I have been admiring Jiange for a long time. I heard that the owner of the Pavilion passed by this place and invited him here to share with him."
The voice Lin Shu recognized.
The voice of the great witch.
He thought about it, and his party had been away for two or three days. After all, it was indeed time to reach the boundary of Beixia.
Beixia naturally has big witches.
But Dawu wanted to see him, but it was very unreasonable-they had a fight a while ago, and Dawu obviously had no intention to "catch you".
Caught, it is impossible to catch.
Jiange came to pick him up, and the pomp was very big, and three elders crossed the line. And Lin Shu himself is also the practice of crossing the robbery.
At this time, the Lingshu who went out returned to Lin Shu and said, "The Lord, the elder Crane asked me to ask you, Beixia Witch wants to see you, do you want to see?"
Lin Shu: "I don't want to."
Lingshu went out to preach.
Hearing Elder Crane said: "The Lord doesn't want to see you, please come back."
The witch's voice at this time was very polite, saying, "I have something to discuss with the cabinet master."
Lingshu spoke again.
Lin Shu said, "I don't think there is anything important between him and me."
After listening to the message, the big witch was silent.
Lingsu laughed softly.
Lin Shu was expressionless.
This is real.
The sword pavilion is a hermit school, and the southern and northern summers have nothing to do with the sword pavilion. The sword pavilion does not have to rely on them. What can be done between him and the big witch?
Unless the big witch has bad intentions and plans, what traps should he dig for him-this is even more invisible.
After the silence, Da Wu said: "So, there is a letter underneath, I urge you to forward it."
Elder Crane said: "OK."
Then he said, "Sir, goodbye."
Da Wudao said: "Farewell to the next day."
Lingshu presented the letter.
The letter was sealed, the envelope was dark, and it seemed to be the thin skin of some kind of animal, with a dark red witch pattern on it.
Lin Shu opened, and there was only one thin declaration inside.
"Three years later, on April 27th, please see the stars in the heavens.
Three more days later, waiting for Jun at Dalongting, Zhongzhou. "
The big witch is as good as the word, and the word is not ugly or even beautiful, but it has a gloomy chill.
The letter meant that he wanted to see the stars on a specific day three years later.
Then say three years later.
Lin Shu folded the letter.
Lingsu said: "Master, I put it away."
However, at the moment of the transfer, Lin Shu saw that there were still words on the back of the letter.
It's a poem.
Looking at each other at this time,
May the moonlight shines Jun.
Lin Shu: "?"
What does the witch want to say?
Lin Shu couldn't understand.
Love poem?
Sorry.
I am a swordless man without emotion.
signal?
He and Dawu don't have any secret codes.
Lin Shu didn't think about it any more, handed the letter to Lingsu, and didn't mention it again.
Excluding this episode, the rest of the journey was smooth sailing. After Fenglingjin, they went up the Tianhe River.
The Tianhe River is not an ordinary river. The ground veins are unusual. The upper part of the river is full of spiritual power. It is not mortal, even the immortals and wizards can avoid it, and they will not cross the river easily. At the birthplace of the Tianhe River, the realm of the sword pavilion was protected by an extremely tyrannical enchantment, completely separating the sword pavilion from the outside world, and only those allowed by the sword pavilion could enter.
Passing through the enchantment, a cloud of ice, snow and sand was stirred up. After the fog was cleared, the endless snowfield and the endless snow mountains appeared to Lin Shu's eyes.
Jiange is on the highest peak in the snow mountain.
Liuxue Mountain, nine thousand long steps, you can reach the summit by picking up the steps.
There is a sword pavilion on the mountain.
Elder Crane said: "Master, follow me."
Lin Shu went with Elder Crane.
But this way, he is familiar, and even traveled many times.
He grew up here last life and has since gone to school outside, but he also comes back here twice a year.
Nine thousand long steps in the ice and snow, if they are mortals, they are physically weak, and they ca n’t even go up, and they need to do some cultivation.
Lin Shu just walked seriously.
Suddenly, Li Lili's blood appeared on the long steps in front of him, fresh.
He looked up and saw a teenager in sackcloth walking slowly up.
One step, nodding, no further, nodding.
His forehead had been pierced, as was his knee, leaving blood on every step and continuing forward.
It was freezing cold, and every time I pressed my head, three bloodstains were left. In the cold wind, the blood stopped quickly, and then on the next step, the skin was bleeding again due to the collision between the skin and the rough steps.
The flesh on his forehead was blurred.
Lingsu seemed to have noticed his gaze and explained gently: "The Lord, this is a person who seeks to worship. Every ten years, there are elders in Jiange who choose disciples in the world, but if young people come on their own initiative I will not refuse. Regardless of qualifications, if I can walk one step at a time and complete the 9,000 steps, I will be my disciple. "
Elder Crane stroked his white beard and said, "One step at a time is not to disciple respect the sword pavilion, but to test the mind of the disciple. Those who can reach the 9,000 ranks must have perseverance. The transcendent talent, regardless of the root bones, will be accepted by the sword court. "
Lin Shu: "Yes."
They crossed the boy.
Lin Shu noticed that the teenager was watching him.
In the eyes, it was very hot looking up to admiration.
He nodded slightly to the boy.
The boy's already slow and extremely slow movements seemed to be reinvigorated into life, and he was fast again.
There are five thousand long steps ahead.
Lin Shu walked through these five thousand roads, and the Jiange Mountain Gate appeared.
On the left side of the mountain gate, there is a huge piece of bluestone. The letter in eight characters-"Sincerely, the stone is open".
These eight characters are the first article of Jiange's ancestral training.
The days of Jiange were very painful.
Xi Jian, ask, meditate, day and night.
However, if things in the world and cultivation of immortals are sincere, it doesn't seem to be difficult.
The reason why Jiange's strength is superb is probably due to the credit.
Lin Shu has walked countless times in his last life.
Qingsong, Baixue, Shitai, open space, like another generation.
The difference is that there is a disciple in white who saw the sword, and received the sword as a gift, saying, "I have met the Lord."
Lingsu said: "Master, your dormitory is here."
This is a single hall on the highest level, according to Ling Su, where the pavilion resides.
Lin Shu walked into the room of his last life.
White stone is used as a table, Han Yu is used as a bed, and the furnishings have not changed at all.
Going out of this temple, passing a chain cable, to another peak.
-That's where he practiced his sword.
Lingsu said that all the masters of Jiange have practiced swords here.
So he stayed.
It seems that the owner of the Jiange does not need to do anything. This is the case in my last life, and so is this life.
He spends most of his time practicing sword.
In this snow-capped mountain, all feelings and thoughts are silent, only a thousand miles in front of me, with a sword in my hand.
Forgot to return to the valley under the Liuxue Mountain, an empty space makes people forget, and then forget to return.
When the thick fog rises, the sea of ​​clouds rises, Tianhe in the distance loses its traces, and the sound of torrential water gradually disappears with the sinking of the state of mind, and it is silent.
Asked Jianfeng Mountain to be so high, climbed to the top of the mountain, looked down, and saw the vast world, but an inch below the mountain.
Sauvignon Blanc comes first.
The first type, Konggu forget to return.
In the second form, Tianhe is not seen.
The third style, the wall stands thousands of feet.
After that, I no longer look down the mountain, no longer look around the body, and think nothing, just feel the vastness of the world-to the second.
The fourth style, eternal clouds.
Fifth style, the world is ruthless.
The sixth style is often silent.
The world is over, and returning to itself is the third priority.
Time is like running water. In three years, he practiced the seventh style, a lonely boat.
Lin Shu closed his sword.
His cultivation has all come back, even deeper than the previous life, but he hasn't been able to cross the robbery, and it is far from instinct.
The April 27th that Dawu said seemed to be coming, and he had to go back and look at the days.
Wind.
In the world, there are continuous winds.
He stood like this. At night, the mountain top was very close to the sky, the night sky pressed downwards, the stars rushed towards him, and disappeared again in the dark clouds.
The snow was getting bigger, and he closed his eyes, and a few snowflakes fell on his face and fell again.
Lingsu stepped forward and covered his feathers.
Actually, he is not cold.
He couldn't remember how cold it felt.
The emotions and the five senses, and the past, gradually faded away, and the fog disappeared. Day after day, just go on like this without feeling anything.
It was only late in the night that he occasionally felt that his life was extended indefinitely with the repair, and his life was like this, which was gradually deprived by the cold, summer, and sun.
Whenever this time, he thought, I wonder if Ling Fengxiao sleeps well.