Chapter 606 Someone Enlightens the Sword

The Sword Sect Master had been comprehending the sword for many days.

Everyone in the Sword Sect thought that the master had benefited a lot after leaving the Sword Sect to fight the Demon Realm and the Demon Emperor, so after returning to the sect, he had been in seclusion to comprehend the sword.

Speaking of which, the news that the Sword Sect Master had left the sect and fought in the Demon Realm had spread all over the world. Not many people know about the events, but there are still some fragments of rumors that the Sword Sect Master had comprehended a sword many years ago. It is said that it was so powerful that he had already crossed the end of forgetfulness and reached an inexplicable realm.

With this sword, the Sword Sect Master went north all the way, accumulating sword intent, and finally came to the Demon Realm, where he had a great battle with the Demon Emperor. It is said that although the sword was handed out, only half of it was handed out, and the remaining half of the sword, for some reason, was never handed out.

But even so, this great sword immortal was able to return to the Sword Sect safely, which is enough to explain a lot of things.

This is also the second human race strongman who was able to fight the Demon Emperor and return safely in all these years.

The first one was naturally the Emperor of Daliang.

For a time, the reputation of the Sword Sect Master became very popular, and the world had a new view of this most mysterious strongman in the world.

The sword cultivators in the world felt even more desperate.

They only felt that the peak of the sword path in front of them was even higher.

On the day when the Sword Sect Master returned to the Sword Sect, everyone actually wanted to hold a celebration banquet for the master, but he was rejected by the Sword Sect Master. After that, the Sword Sect Master went into seclusion again, and until now, there has been no news of him.

"The master must have had a sudden realization when he was fighting the demon emperor, so he didn't rush to use the sword. But the master's sword has become a little more powerful. Could it be that he will go to the demon domain to fight the demon emperor next time?"

"What else? The master's sword must be unique in the world. Few people in the world are qualified to see it."

"If the master's sword is more powerful, is it possible to kill the demon emperor directly?"

"It is possible, of course it is possible."

After seeing his uncle Qiu Wanli off, Yu Xiyi walked towards the back mountain alone with wine. He was not fast and drank a sip of wine every few steps. When he arrived at the back mountain, he heard many disciples gossiping on the mountain road.

Hearing these words, Yu Xiyi's expression became more solemn.

After seeing Yu Xiyi, the second and third generation disciples stopped and saluted him. Those who were closer to him called him uncle, and those who were not so close naturally called him sword fairy.

Yu Xiyi nodded slightly, without saying much, and went to the depths of the back mountain alone.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, Yu Xiyi slowly stopped and looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the mountain.

The Sword Sect was suspended between heaven and earth, with a myriad of atmospheres. It could be said to be the most bizarre, but also the most magnificent mountain gate in the world.

Yu Xiyi quickly retracted his sight and came to the deepest part of the back mountain, where there was a cave not far away.

The place where the Sword Sect leader was in seclusion was a forbidden place for the entire Sword Sect. On weekdays, no disciples of the Sword Sect would appear here. It was not that there was anyone guarding here, but that the place was full of sword energy. Ordinary sword cultivators would feel uncomfortable just by approaching. As for entering the cave, I am afraid that the entire Sword Sect, even those great sword immortals in seclusion, would not dare to say that they were 100% sure.

Yu Xiyi came to the far end of the cave, took a deep breath, and then whispered, "Disciple Yu Xiyi, please see the Sect Leader!"

Silence.

Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows slightly, was silent for a moment, and still walked forward.

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Outside the Sword Sect, more than 300 miles away, there is a mountain village, also hidden among the mountains, where people have been farming for generations and have very little communication with the outside world.

Because it is deep in the mountains, the spring plowing here is later than other places. The farmers in the village use water to wet the dry straw, bundle them into bunches, throw them not far away, and then other farmers take them away and plant them in the paddy fields.

This is transplanting rice.

Although it is not the first time for the farmers to transplant rice, they still do it carefully and dare not be careless. After all, this is related to the harvest of the year. If they are not careful when planting, then when the autumn harvest comes, it will be related to the family's food for the whole year.

While these farmers were busy in the fields, under the shade of a tree not far away, there was a tall middle-aged man carrying a peach wood sword on his back, looking at the distance not far away, with a calm expression, as if he was appreciating the beautiful scenery of transplanting rice in front of him.

Before they knew it, it was already noon. The farmers in the fields stood up one after another, washed the dirt off their legs with clean water by the fields, and then walked in pairs towards the village with smoke rising from the distance.

Finally, only one farmer was left. After planting the last rice seedling in his hand, he slowly stood up, and did not bother to wash the mud off his legs, but walked barefoot towards the middle-aged man.

"Where are you from, Taoist priest?"

After walking a few steps, the dark-skinned man found that someone had been standing here for some time, and immediately greeted him warmly.

The middle-aged man was startled, and then he thought that he was carrying a peach wood sword, so it was reasonable for the farmer in front of him to recognize him as a Taoist priest.

He then glanced out of the corner of his eye and found a small lunch box under the shade of the tree. I think it was the farmer's lunch.

Looking at the farmer, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, as a greeting.

The farmer came over and took out the lunch box, which contained only a few steamed buns, a small dish of pickles, and a kettle. This was his lunch.

The farmer who was about to pick up a steamed bun and put it in his mouth thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Taoist priest, have you had lunch? How about we eat some together?"

The middle-aged man had his back turned to the farmer. He was not going to talk to him at first, but after thinking about it, he turned around and sat down facing the farmer. He took a steamed bun, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, whispering softly. Say "Thank you."

The farmer smiled and said, "A steamed bun is not worth saying thank you for. If the Taoist priest is not busy, I will finish planting the rice seedlings and come home with me. I will ask my mother-in-law to take out the remaining pieces of bacon from last year and treat them well." Taoist priest."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I won't bother you anymore."

The farmer didn't force himself. He just took a few bites of the steamed buns and then asked casually, "It seems that the Taoist Master has been here for a long time. What are you doing? Are you cultivating?"

road? "

The middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm watching you plant rice."

The farmer was startled and asked curiously, "What's so interesting about that?"

Now that he has said this, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked softly, "After reading for a long time, I have a question. I wonder if it can be clarified?" 🄲

"If you have anything to say, just ask. We are farmers and don't know the truth. If we don't speak well, don't blame the Taoist priest."

Perhaps because he has never been out of this mountain for generations, the farmer actually doesn't know much about the situation outside the mountain, so he is not so afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him.

What’s more, it’s actually curiosity and yearning.

"I guess it's not the first time that you transplant rice every year, but I see that when you transplant rice, you don't seem casual, but rather cautious. Why is this?"

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. If you have done the same thing hundreds of times, you should already know it by heart. Why should you be so serious?

The farmer laughed, "What the Taoist said is that you can't be careless about transplanting rice. Even if you do it many times, you still need to be careful. After all, transplanting is the beginning of the year, and you need to take care of it carefully throughout the year. If something goes wrong and the harvest this year is not enough, the whole family will be hungry next year.”

"We farmers don't understand other things, but there is an old saying that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, how you treat the crops, the crops will do to you. We depend on the sky for food. How much rain does it rain, how many days are dry, and how many days are flooded throughout the year? God, this is not something we can control. All we can do is treat these crops with care and hope for a good harvest. Even if we want to, we can't control anything else. "

The middle-aged man asked, "So no matter how familiar it is, you should take it seriously every time?"

The farm man rubbed his head and smiled innocently, "Please have peace of mind."

The middle-aged man nodded.

But he then asked, "You have been farming for so many years. If the weather is good every year, can you guarantee a good harvest?"

"That's really not possible."

The farmer scratched his head and said, "After so many years of farming, I should have remembered everything clearly, but even in good years, there are always some things that I haven't done well. Think about it, all year round, time is so long For a long time, there is no one who doesn’t make mistakes every day, and you can see where there are crops. Sometimes if you don’t take care of it, something will happen easily. I believe the Taoist Master knows this better than me, so I won’t go into details.”

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "I understand."

The farmer gave a thumbs up to the middle-aged man and praised, "The Taoist Master knows a lot."

The middle-aged man said nothing, as if he remembered something.

I don’t know how long it took, but after lunch, the farmer saw that the middle-aged man in front of him was still lost in thought, so he didn’t bother him, but got up and went to plant the remaining seedlings.

As he said, this time cannot be delayed. Once it is delayed, things will be delayed.

The days for transplanting rice seedlings last only a few days throughout the year. This is the experience left by our ancestors.

After that, he kept busy in the fields. When it got slightly dark, he got up early.

I wiped a handful of sweat from my sore waist, washed away the mud and walked up.

I originally thought that the Taoist priest had left long ago, but when I came to get the food box, I realized that the Taoist priest was still sitting here.

The farmer was startled, and then he tentatively said, "Taoist Master..."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, glanced at the farmer in front of him, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The farmer looked confused and confused, but he quickly came to his senses and glanced at the Taoist priest in front of him, feeling a little hesitant.

The middle-aged man said, "But it doesn't hurt."

The farmer was a little embarrassed and said, "Taoist Master, since we meet each other, can you leave a few peace charms to keep us safe?"

Taoist priests outside the mountains are naturally proficient in this kind of thing, and farmers are also aware of it.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to draw talismans."

The farmer's face darkened and he felt a little disappointed, but fortunately he was about to speak soon. However, before he could speak, the middle-aged man suddenly stretched out his hand, and a leaf fell from the tree. The middle-aged man stretched out his finger and wiped it on the leaf. The white line left a small mark on the leaf. If you look closely, it should be a sword.

"If you want to keep safe, this should be more useful than the Peace Talisman."

The middle-aged man handed the leaf to the farmer and said, "Put it at home. If there is any crisis, hold this thing in your hand. It will probably... be of some use."

The farmer reached out and took the leaf as if he had found a treasure, with a grateful face, "Thank you, Taoist priest, thank you Taoist priest, it's getting late, why don't we come tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I'm going down the mountain."

Then the farmer didn't know where the middle-aged man in front of him took out a lantern from, and walked down the mountain with it.

Seeing this scene, the farmer was even more convinced that the Taoist priest in front of him was not an ordinary person, so he cherished the leaf in his hand even more.

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The middle-aged man went down the mountain with a sword on his back, holding the lantern in silence and slowly walking. Halfway through, he stopped in front of a tree and slowly said, "When I was young, I practiced swordsmanship. I used ten points of strength. I passed the sword more than ten thousand times a day? Then the swordsmanship progressed rapidly. After Wangyou, how could I pass the sword ten thousand times again when I was young? The sword energy was running, cautious at first, and then it became more and more casual. Even an ordinary farmer didn't dare to treat his own crops like this. I claim to be the best swordsman in the world, but I take the word swordsmanship so lightly. How can I be qualified to comprehend that sword?"

There are tens of millions of swordsmen in the world, and there has always been only one person who can consider himself and be recognized as the best swordsman.

The Sword Sect Master's mind moved slightly, and the first Taoist sword Yuanshi behind him hovered in front of him.

The Sword Sect Master looked at this peach wood sword that all Taoist monks in the world would regard as a treasure, and was silent for a moment, then gently grasped the hilt of the sword.

The peach wood sword looked ordinary. Although it was a Taoist treasure, it was actually a sword after all. After being held by the Sword Sect Master, it also trembled.

Between heaven and earth, the mysterious aura and the sword energy intertwined. The Sword Sect Master was silent. After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, loosened the hilt of the sword, and slightly raised his head.

His figure dissipated and went to Jianqi Mountain.