Ask the Mirror: Postscript 1
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In the dark void, floating metal fragments were densely packed, like diffuse clouds, blocking the distant starlight.
However, the Creation Peak in the center is like a lighthouse. The spiritual light radiates, and the place it shines is different from the void elsewhere.
Two huge flying boats were running side by side, each two thousand feet long and three hundred feet high, moving slowly forward in the cloud of debris.
In the complex environment, the enemies are not completely extinct. Some cannot endure the process of waiting for death, and some cannot withstand the omnipresent scanning of the aura of creation. Many of them fought back desperately when the flying boat passed through, but they were all killed. The powerful spiritual pressure on the flying boat was crushed, and no one even rushed forward.
The people on the boat were too lazy to pay attention to these people who were dying. Most of them had already withdrawn from the combat zone and had begun to talk and celebrate the victory in a warm atmosphere.
"Although the Patriarch has not personally conquered it, the appearance of Creation Peak has been devastating. At this point, the Dark Miasma Star Territory no longer has a force that can compete with our sect. Wherever it goes, it will inevitably be followed by clouds and scenery, watching the wind and sweeping away..."
"Cough."
"Eh? Master Wan, did my disciple use the wrong word again?"
"Nothing, it's pretty good. I know how to use the words "Yun He Jing Cong" and "Wang Er Mi". It's very good and you have made great progress. I can see that you have made great progress in the past few years. Very diligent. ”
After being praised, the copper-skinned man, who was about ten feet tall, blushed and spoke more and more elegantly:
"Not long ago is the birthday of our ancestor. I know that my ancestor didn't like to be exaggerated. I have been studying ancient rhymes recently and have made some progress. I would like to dedicate a birthday poem to express my heartfelt wishes."
"Well... if you have this intention, it's naturally good."
"Master Wan, do you mean that the master doesn't like it?"
"Who said that?"
Li Bocai strode into the crowd. Regardless of other disciples bending down to salute, he walked straight to the bronze-skinned man and patted his waist:
"The Patriarch has always been an elegant person. You haven't been to Juxian Bridge for a long time, so you probably don't know that the Patriarch has a nickname, Mr. Baichuan..."
"Ah, hundreds of rivers merge into the sea, just in line with my spiritual changes and the formation of creation."
"No, no, since it is called an elegant name, it naturally comes from elegant things."
Li Bocai glanced at Wan Tengshan and saw him passing by without paying attention. He looked around again and saw that all the disciples were looking at him with envy, so he laughed:
"There is still some time before the return journey, so I will tell you. That was a long time ago. Our lineage was still in a void world called the 'True Realm'. For a while, because of a group of Being dragged down by stupid idiots is the precarious situation.
"There was a mad man named Xin Jiaxuan..."
"Crazy student? Just a crazy student, writing a few words can stir up people's hearts. If you have this ability, I will really save my worries..."
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Above the main seat in the hall, the leader who looks like a thin boy is throwing the papers in his hand on the ground one by one.
“I’ve seen Wu Gou and patted the railings all over, but no one knows what I mean...I know it very well!”
"I am so sad to talk about swordsmanship and poetry, drunkenly dancing and singing to the point of collapse... He is eternally loyal and righteous, and I am thousands of miles of mist and mist. Hehe, the younger generation also has the honor to be the elder and become the bigger one." ?"
"Suppose you have to buy a tassel to seal thousands of households, but you have to sell a sword to pay for it... His three-foot-short cylindrical sword is as dead as a snake, so it would be nice to replace him with a calf."
"You have to be like a hedgehog, and your pen is like a sword with a long edge... That's it. It's a bit self-aware. It's a pity, no matter how sharp the pen is, can you really cut open the western sky for me?"
Looking at the papers falling to the ground like snowflakes, everyone in the hall sat motionless, only scanning their eyes between the main seat and the ground.
Although the leader in the main position kept a calm tone from beginning to end, everyone knew that this person was extremely angry.
Some people feel heartbroken when they look at it. These are Xin Jiaxuan's first manuscripts over the years. Although most of them are scrawled, there is a melancholy and sad sword intention lying on them. Its strength may be shallow, but its power is heavy. Every piece of it is a treasure, and I don’t know where the leader of the family got it from.
"Let's talk about it, how to deal with it?"
The Creation Sword Immortal looked around and saw that everyone was like a clay carving or wood sculpture, but the two thorns on weekdays were missing, so he sneered:
"Is Chen Longchuan going to sword dance again to join in the fun? And that rough guy Ye Banshan is also going to join in the fun?"
"It seems that Uncle Ma came to the south, and they hosted a banquet to entertain..."
"Arrest them."
"Huh?"
"If you can't shut his mouth, just open his ears. Do you need me to teach you this truth?"
The group of people looked at each other again, and finally someone raised an objection:
"This, Senior Brother Zaixuan, if you do this, Longchuan and Banshan will definitely rebound."
"Xin Jiaxuan is very talented and well-known, and there are many people inside and outside the sect who agree with him. If he acts too cautiously, it may damage the sect's reputation..."
Before the last word was finished, the cold eyes of the Sword Immortal of Creation came over:
"Then tell me, what is the 'clear name' of our sect to this day?"
The hall was silent for a moment.
At this point, the intention of creating the Sword Immortal has been very clear, so what else is there to say?
As the leader of Xuanzhong, he has already suffered backlash from the Purification Sect. They, the old brothers of the Creation Sect, have nothing else to do but support!
In this calm atmosphere, a disciple cautiously entered the hall:
"Master Xuan, according to your instructions, I will make a copy of the words that Xin Jiaxuan and the two elders Chen and Ye sang in the Yuebo Tower today..."
The Creation Sword Immortal held it in his hand and watched it for a moment, but there was no emotion or anger on his face.
Hand it over
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page) The elders on the other side were passing hands like this, but there were some who couldn’t bear it more than him, and slapped the table hard:
"Shuzi, his fame is limited by his incompetence, and his decision-making is slow...Who does he think he is?"
"The resentment comes out of nowhere! Xizhou is full of hatred, who can blame it for?"
"Exactly, even if tomorrow's sword points to the west, he is just a sword cultivator at the beginning of Buxu. I'm afraid he will still have to "hold his head"!"
Finally someone stood up:
"Senior brother, you are right. Such empty talkers must be dealt with properly."
On the main seat, the Creation Sword Immortal looked up and said calmly:
"The phrase 'mighty hundreds of rivers'...is not bad."
"Huh?"
"Oh, wake up the bright moon and shine on me full of ice and snow."
The elder next to him shook his head and groaned, and then sighed: "I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. Senior Brother Zaixuan also feels something in his heart..."
The eyes of the Good Fortune Sword Immortal moved over:
"What I mean is that the principles of spiritual formation are gradually entering people's hearts. Even this crazy student is influenced by it and uses it unconsciously. It is very good."
"..."
At this moment, everyone else in the hall stopped talking and could only look at each other in shock.
On the other hand, the Creation Sword Immortal stood up and said to the disciple on his side:
"Get a sword."
The disciple left in response, and in this space, the Creation Sword Immortal said again:
"Let's keep this crazy life for now, I want to see whether it is his words that are sharp or my good fortune that is deep!"
After a pause, he added: "Chen and Ye, on the other hand, are getting more and more out of touch. Today I want them to understand who rules the world in Lunjianxuan now!"
That day, the Creation Sword Immortal had a bet with Chen Longchuan and won with ten swords; he also fought with Ye Banshan and also won.
The power of creation intimidates the spirits. No one dares to disobey an order.
After five calamities, the five peaks of Creation, Lingxiao, Tianchi, Feidian, Qianzhong, and half of the Linggang Mountains were divided into the East China Sea, and there were still 7,000 disciples following them.
Three kalpas later, a line of creation left the true world, traveled far across the starry sky, and walked in opposite directions.
On this day, people from all over the world returned from the expedition to Creation Peak, eagerly looking forward to witnessing the wonderful sight of "the shadow of the mountain approaching the moon".
On the high-rise building near the river, there is a man who still looks like a thin young man, but has shed his usual calm and serious appearance. He leans on the railing and looks up at the bright moon. He raises his glass to drink, but he pays homage to the moon as it falls across the river.
I could hear singing and laughter coming from afar.
Dozens of figures dance against the moon, golden blades clashing, Yin Ran whistling, as if autumn frost is thousands of miles away, and the wind is long and broad:
“Awakening the bright moon one day, it shines on me full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flow.
"The whale has not swallowed the sea yet, but the sword energy has already been cut off."
(End of this chapter)
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