Chapter 97: Holding the Qingshan Palm Sword Qi, the Yuanmeng Emperor Intends to Bend His Bow and Point It at the Holy Master
The sword energy and pearl light rise up, and the green mountains and white clouds are both quiet and deep.
A touch of sword energy suddenly burst out from the cliff and poured into the sky, like a bright beam of light falling from the clouds of dusk in the sky.
Under the welcoming pine, Li Youan's scholar's robe was rustled by the mountain wind. His eyes were staring at the sword energy that rushed up to the sky, and he was vaguely stunned.
I thought Anle was going to fail. After all, he sat on the cliff for a day and a night without any movement. Doesn't this mean that he failed to comprehend?
Of course, Li Youan didn't find it strange that Anle failed to comprehend. It was normal for the sword energy left by the Saint Master to fail to comprehend. After all, many geniuses he brought with him over the years failed to comprehend, and none of them succeeded.
Although Li Youan was very curious about what the future sword energy left by the Saint Master was like, and whether he could really see the future, he had no chance to see it, and he had no other way.
Just as the Saint Master said, when the fate comes, you will naturally understand.
And today, Li Youan actually found the turbulent sword energy in Anle.
Can the soul enter the cliff?
These are all things that Li Youan has never discovered before. He used to observe the sword energy paintings on the cliff with his understanding, and mastered the two sword energies taught by the Saint Master through observation.
"The future cannot be seen, because the future has not yet happened, it is full of haze, and everything is possible."
"Those who can see the future must have something special."
"Maybe this boy is the destined person that the Saint Master said?"
Li Youan's scholar's shirt was stained with water vapor from the mountain, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, sweeping away the previous loss and helplessness, and bringing some excitement and expectation.
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Anle looked at the cliff, the extremely smooth cliff, and at first it seemed that there was nothing, and he could not perceive anything.
However, for him who silently observed the bamboos in the forest of self-examination and understood the bamboo in his heart, staring at a cliff was not a difficult task.
However, after only half a day, Anle felt that a picture of bamboo in ink seemed to emerge on the cliff. The picture of bamboo in ink drawn by sword energy was exactly the same as the bamboo in ink he drew.
Anle was shocked. He did not paint on this cliff, so how could a painting appear?
Carefully observing the painting, from the floating of the brush tip, the pleasure of splashing ink, and the pauses of the painted leaves, they were all exactly the same as his brushwork.
Even the most powerful painter in the world could not imitate such a similar painting, as if he had painted it in the future.
After thinking this through, Anle felt his heart tremble. In the Niwan Palace, the sword furnace clanged, and a sword energy in the cliff seemed to attract the heart sword in his Niwan Palace.
The soul flew out of the Niwan Palace involuntarily and floated towards the cliff.
The soul was like Anle's second body, and everything he saw and touched was the same as himself.
The moment he touched the cliff, the soul drifted into the cliff.
In front of Anle's eyes, there was only whiteness, as if he was pressed into rice paper, from three dimensions to two dimensions, all he saw was white, as if he was standing in an endless snowfield, with the sky and the earth covered with snow.
Anle was very calm, his soul sat cross-legged, with the sword waterfall diagram as the foundation, stabilizing his mind so that his soul would not be impacted and disintegrated by the endless whiteness.
Suddenly, a sword energy flew past in the endless whiteness.
Like a gust of wind, invisible and traceless.
Anle looked over and couldn't catch the disappearing sword energy at all, but he knew that this sword energy was the future sword energy that Li Youan mentioned.
The Saint Master left three sword auras in the cliff, the past, the present and the future.
Li Youan comprehended the sword of the past and the sword of the present, but he could not comprehend the remaining sword of the future. He could not comprehend it, so he gave this opportunity away. He brought many people to try to comprehend it, but they all failed.
The future cannot be seen, because the future is still unknown, and everything has never happened.
Even if a demon like Li Youan saw the existence of the Saint Master, he could not control the sword aura of the future.
Anle's mind is now in the cliff, he feels this sword aura, but can he control it?
Is he qualified to control it?
The future is ethereal and can't be seen through, can mortals peek into it?
Anle asked three questions in his heart.
He can see the light curtain, the light curtain can see the time aura, but the time aura... represents the past.
He doesn't know if he can control the future.
But gradually, Anle's eyes became firm, and the invincible force gathered in his body seemed to appear around his soul at this moment, turning into a white python, facing the white world, and slowly opened his mouth.
He wanted to take the invincible road, to create a miracle that was more legendary than the legend created by Li Youan, and this miracle began with controlling the future sword energy.
A touch of heart surged.
He began to stare at the white world, wanting to see the invisible sword energy.
Although he could feel the sword energy constantly running around in front of his eyes, he could not catch it at all.
Suddenly, Anle remembered the ink bamboo painting before entering the cliff. The future sword energy captured the future picture. That ink bamboo painting might be a painting he made in the future?
If so, Anle couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.
The mental power in the soul began to be released little by little, and it was like a ball of thick ink in the white world.
The thick ink was smudged, and under the pull of the mind, it seemed as if the painter was splashing ink to paint.
Anle suddenly found that a touch of sword energy began to dominate his mind, like the tip of a wolf-hair brush, touching the white paper.
The mind was the ink, the sword energy was the brush, painting in the white world.
An Le's mind began to paint following the sword energy.
His mind was like ink, and the painting appeared.
The painting was about the future.
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Between heaven and earth, a dark cloud suddenly came.
Standing beside the welcoming pine tree on Fusong Mountain, Li Youan suddenly raised his head, a strong mind blossomed between his eyebrows, endless starlight emerged, and swords appeared around him at high speed.
"Future sword energy, peek into the future, disrupt the heavenly secrets..."
"The sky changes! The mountains and rivers are in chaos!"
Li Youan took a deep breath, his Confucian robe bulged, and his eyes bloomed with sparkling brilliance.
His gaze suddenly turned and fell on the young man in white sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff.
The young man closed his eyes, and the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows opened wide. His soul had already walked out and entered the cliff, and above the cliff, a white light blossomed, but in the endless white, a little ink color emerged!
It was like a curtain was opened, and the painting of mountains and rivers appeared.
Li Youan's hands behind his back suddenly clenched into fists, and the starry sky around him suddenly trembled, emitting a clear sword chant.
The sound of the sword chant went straight into the sky, echoing between the cold mountains with smoke.
His eyes were fixed on the ink color on the cliff, watching the gradually emerging picture.
Gradually, he lost his mind.
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On the cliff, the ink color was smudged, as if it was a black misty rain.
Then a picture appeared, on the rushing river, warships roared, strong men crossed, arrows rained across the sky, waves were surging, and a war was about to begin!
The Yuanmeng cavalry crossed the river and broke through the defense line of the river. Countless generals of the Great Zhao rushed into the sky and fought with them. The ink-colored blood dyed the sky black, the river black, and the battlefield black.
However, the army drove straight in, burning, killing, looting, and the smoke of war was everywhere.
There was a big city that was surrounded by the Yuan and Mongolian army. The generals defending the city fought to the death. The sun and moon formed by the ink color kept changing, representing the passing of time, but the city was like an isolated city, with no reinforcements, no food, and no rescue...
The general with messy hair standing on the top of the city, drew his sword and looked around with a confused heart, crying and bursting his meridians, and cut his own throat on the city tower, and finally the city gate opened.
The black and white scroll, with ink stains flying, seemed to be bursting with blood. Through the scroll, one can feel the despair of being isolated and helpless.
The city was broken, and the Yuan and Mongolian army marched straight in. The city passes were broken one after another, burning, killing, looting, and the mountains and rivers were broken, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed!
The black clouds pressed down on the city and wanted to destroy it. In the ink-stained halo, the city defenders abandoned the city and fled one after another. The prosperous Jiangnan area that had been prosperous for 500 years could not form an effective defense at all.
The land south of the Yangtze River was trampled in the same way.
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The ink-colored picture kept changing, showing the ruined scenes of Jiangnan one after another.
There were strong men who kept rising to the sky and fighting with the Yuan and Mongolian strongmen, which was a moving story, but in the end they were just desperate resistance.
After five hundred years of prosperity, the temple with thousands of holes finally collapsed like a mountain pass in the sand pile.
At the end of the picture, the warships were swaying in the endless East China Sea. After the East China Sea dragons surrendered to the Yuan and Mongolian Empire, they fought out of the vast sea and set off violent winds and waves.
On the warships, there were ministers who were angry and slashed the dragon with swords, and the dragon blood stained the wind and rain and splashed on the ship.
The minister who slashed the East China Sea dragon threw away the sword, carried the young emperor on his back, and held the jade seal.
He jumped into the sea and died.
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At some point, a violent downpour began to fall from the sky. The big raindrops hit Li Youan's body and soaked his Confucian shirt.
He stared blankly at the cliff, watching the constantly changing scenes on the cliff. A sense of sadness spread from his chest and across his heart.
Is that the future?
Is it the future of the country?
Even a powerful being like Li Youan, seeing the future, felt the sky collapse and the earth collapse, and his mind suffered an unprecedented shock.
The prosperous dream of five hundred years of migration to the south, the final ending, still did not escape.
The first emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongolian emperor, finally trampled on everything with his cavalry.
Li Youan was full of melancholy, and for the first time, he felt lost in drawing his sword.
No wonder he could observe the sword energy of the past and control the sword energy of the present, but he could never understand the sword energy of the future. That was because he could never believe in the real future.
The future is unknown, but if it really appears in front of you, it is cruel and unbelievable to some people.
The rainstorm kept falling, washing away the mud in the mountains. The welcoming pine seemed to have been broken at the waist. Li Youan's Confucian robe was completely soaked and close to his body. He seemed to have lost his sharpness.
Suddenly, Li Youan looked at the cliff that had frozen the picture again.
But he saw a sword light suddenly appear on the cliff, cutting through it, and the picture was split in two.
The ink-like picture began to rewind as fast as lightning. Every time the picture was rewinded, it would be cut by a sword.
Li Youan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mind was full. He rushed between the mountains, forming a hurricane that roared through the mountains and forests.
There were dozens of cold mountains in the rainstorm, and the monsters and goblins in the mountains were all trembling and crawling, gathering their demonic energy, and dared not wreak havoc.
When the picture was completely restored, he saw a young man standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, grabbing a sword, capturing a touch of sword energy, and taking charge of the future!
In an instant, like lightning behind the clouds, the blue lightning tore through the evening clouds.
Li Youan's heart was moved, and his eyes showed a look of sudden realization.
"Only those who control the sword energy of the future can change the future?"
"Just like those who hold a pen to paint can draw a new sky."
Li Youan murmured.
So the destined person that the Saint Master talked about turned out to be like this, but even if he had the sword energy of the future, how could he change this cruel future?
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At the same time.
When the celestial phenomena changed dramatically, the whole world seemed to have vaguely sensed it.
In Lin'an Prefecture.
In Tianxuan Palace.
The figure sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and a magnificent aura filled the air. Although it was lingering with a trace of dusk, it was still brilliant.
Tong Diao Si, who was standing beside him, also looked at it in disbelief, looking at the changing sky in the distant cold mountains, and was shocked.
That... what? !
The figure sitting on the throne slowly stood up and walked forward three steps, his eyes sparkling.
"That is the sword energy left by the Saint Master in the world."
"Someone has mastered this sword energy."
The Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Zhao Huangting, who had just returned to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, sat on the rocking chair, slightly closed his eyes, and the rocking chair creaked, with a wisp of dusk entwined on his face and body.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, got up from the rocking chair, supported by a bamboo stick, and walked to the window. He looked up at the changing celestial phenomena in the distance, and the sword energy rising into the sky. A trace of emotion emerged in his eyes, not knowing whether it was a sigh or a sigh.
Behind him were many spirit tablets on the Taimiao.
The old figure stood in front of the spirit tablets, reflecting the dim lights, which was out of tune with the dreamlike prosperity of Lin'an Prefecture.
Wenyuan.
The three masters all left the thatched cottage, stepped on the breeze and crossed the heart-searching forest, and appeared in front of the stele.
On the Wenqu stele, the vastness surged, but never burst out.
The three masters looked at each other, their eyes looked at the endless cold mountain, and seeing the celestial phenomena at the cold mountain, their souls trembled slightly.
"The sword energy of the saint master's last moments in the world."
"Who could be able to control this sword energy?"
Wu Temple.
On the thick chain next to Wu Kui Stone.
Wearing a bronze mask and with disheveled hair, Wu Kui Di Zang sat on it, accompanied by Wu Kui Stone beside him, looking into the distance, with a Zhao Zu dragon-slaying sword across his knees, gently stroking it.
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At this moment.
The whole world seemed to be slightly shaken.
The Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain in the Central Plains both had Taoists open their eyes.
The three Buddhist temples of Lanke Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lianhua Temple all had holy monks chanting Buddhist sounds.
In Xiliang Kingdom, in the bone temple built with the bones of tens of thousands of people, blood was everywhere, and a father and son added another corpse to the bone temple, grinning and looking south.
In Dali Kingdom, in a quiet courtyard, the elegant national teacher sitting in a wheelchair was filled with starlight, counting with his fingers, and his brows were furrowed like mountains and rivers.
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North of Canglang River.
On the vast territory, in the ancient capital of the Middle-earth Dynasty, there is a towering imperial city rising from the ground. A majestic aura spreads from the imperial city, covering the dragon veins of the entire Middle-earth, making it difficult for the dragon vein aura to churn.
Then there is another majestic suction force, absorbing the dragon vein aura, constantly gathering in the dynasty, gathering in a magnificent palace.
In the imperial city, in the palace.
A burly man in a golden robe and golden boots slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to open the sky, across the mountains and rivers and the world, and saw the strange celestial phenomenon.
He also felt the rolling momentum, as if at this moment, there were subtle changes.
The man slowly stood up, and the majestic aura surged with his movements, and every move seemed to affect the momentum of heaven and earth.
"The sword energy left by the Saint Master in the world?"
"Whoever controls this sword energy can stir up the destiny and make the future even more unpredictable?"
"No matter who controls this sword energy, it cannot change the outcome. My great power will surely sweep the world."
"When the world is in my hands, I will bend my bow and arrow to point at the Saint Master!"
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The heavy rain was torn apart.
It seemed that there was a gate with fairy air, tearing through the clouds of dusk, with fairy music and rosy clouds.
The blue sky was bottomless, and the sun and the moon shone on the golden and silver platforms.
Behind the gate, there seemed to be a fairy palace, twelve floors and five cities, with shadowy figures lined up like hemp.
Swish, swish, swish!
At the same time, on the earth, six peaks were steaming with qi.
The gate with fairy air poured into the sky and slowly closed. The dreamlike world also disappeared in the world.
After the six auras disappeared.
In the rainstorm, six figures came across.
An old man came riding a crane, lying on the crane's back, smiling, with invisible runes and shadows interweaving around him, extremely mysterious.
There was a person with a vague figure, who was transformed by his mind, blurry and invisible, wearing a long-sleeved and wide robe, with an immortal look and a variety of food aromas, as if bathing in the fireworks of the world.
One after another, the figures were all blurry.
Until the last one, it was a clear figure.
It was the sixth mountain master who was coolly carrying a pine sword box on his back, his hands around his chest, and came with a sword light.
Hanging outside Fusong Mountain, floating in front of the cliff.
Li Youan stood under the welcoming pine, looking at the six people who came, and the expression on his face had already been completely covered.
Li Youan smiled and bowed: "Li Youan, meet the six mountain masters."
The six people nodded slightly and returned the greetings one by one.
"The future sword energy left by the teacher is mysterious and unpredictable. It is difficult for us to peek. The teacher said to wait for the destined person. Now it seems that the destined person has appeared."
Among the six mountain masters, a vague figure spoke.
"However, I am curious about what the basis of the destined person is? I have predicted that there is no one in this world who can control the future sword energy, because it is unreasonable and violates the rules of heaven and earth. How can this young man control it? Unless he has seen the future... but this is impossible."
The old man riding a crane narrowed his eyes.
The sixth mountain master crossed his arms and looked at the young man sitting in front of the cliff with a cold smile: "You are worthy of being the young man I value."
After the six people murmured for a while, they all looked at each other, then laughed softly, and their eyes fell on the young man sitting in front of the cliff.
In the cliff.
The souls that had originally turned into ink marks, when the ink color returned, turned into the appearance of Anle's soul again.
However, this time, Anle saw the surging future sword energy, which was in ink color and was captured in his hand, constantly surging.
Anle was also a little dazed. He had just seen those changing paintings.
Is that a picture of the future?
Or maybe it was the parallel time and space in his mind that had a similar dynasty, that was the picture of the years, and the years overlapped with the future?
So he thought he had seen the future, so he caught this sword energy that only existed in the future.
The sword energy of the future was very heavy, and Anle felt that his soul was about to lose it.
He had never stayed in the cliff for a long time.
Carrying this wisp of sword energy of the future, Anle walked out of the cliff step by step.
The surface of the cliff was like rippling water, just like when he watched the picture of the years, when the ripples disappeared.
Anle's soul jumped back to Fusong Mountain.
The sword furnace in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows clanged, and wisps of sword energy from the mind and spirit entangled and came out.
As soon as he got out of the cliff, Anle felt that the sword energy of the future was struggling more and more, as if it was about to jump into the world and disappear without a trace.
In the distance, Li Youan and the six mountain masters floating in front of the mountain all looked at Anle's soul.
They couldn't see the ink-colored future sword energy captured by Anle's soul, just as they couldn't see the future, but they could feel the power of the struggle.
The six mountain masters, plus Li Youan, were very curious about how Anle would control this future sword energy.
If he couldn't suppress this sword energy and let it penetrate into the human world.
That also meant failure in control.
Anle did feel the struggle of this sword energy, and the power was getting stronger and stronger. It was vaguely that his mind was about to lose control, as if it was about to break free and merge into the world, and no longer have a trace.
However, Anle had already thought of it. When his mind moved, the world was suddenly filled with mind threads, which connected and controlled the bamboo sword Qingshan.
The bamboo sword Qingshan suddenly turned into a sword light and swept over, slashing at the sword energy in Anle's hand that was struggling like a dragon and a python.
The Qingshan collided with the sword energy, and in an instant, it seemed as if a towering Qingshan emerged... After the sword energy collided with the mountain, it was absorbed into the Qingshan bit by bit.
When the last trace of sword energy disappeared.
A clear sword chant suddenly came from Qingshan.
The soul rushed back to the sword furnace between the eyebrows.
Anle, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and the white clothes were surging in the breeze, and the wide sleeves fluttered.
He reached out and grabbed the handle of Qingshan Sword.
He also grabbed the ethereal sword energy.
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