Chapter 327: The Created Thing, The Achieved Work

"The Elephant Sword Nine Types are all divided into two parts. The former casts and raises the sword, and the latter grinds and raises the person.

The research of Elephant Sword Say is to make the craftsman's own spiritual quality in the process of grinding the nine types, human and sword stimulating each other, so that one's own spiritual quality gradually possesses the characteristics of the nine types.

The Jing Zhen realm above dissociation, its foundation is formed because of this—using one's own spiritual quality of the nine types, stimulating each other, and triggering destruction from within the object."

Accompanied by Ye Xian's words, nine completely different spiritual quality changes changed complexly from her fingertips, and finally, merged into one, turning into a wisp of changing cold light, circling on her finger.

Just a wisp of spiritual quality, under Ye Xian's spiritual quality refining, actually seemed like a living thing, agile, its white like refining, its brilliance like light, and the sharpness spitting like a snake.

Just pointing in the air, it made Ji Jue feel chilled to the bone!

"Nine swords have shapes, Jing Zhen is self-formed."

Ye Xian's five fingers slowly contracted, pinching out that edge of spiritual quality, and asked slowly: "By then, your own spirit will be a sword of heavenly craftsmanship, why be trapped in the nine types?"

Damn! So cool.

Ji Jue's eyes lit up, if it weren't in front of the teacher, he might not have been able to restrain some modal particles.

Now that he finally caught a glimpse of the essence of Jing Zhen, the blood of the roll dog had already boiled.

Nine types form blanks, grind on the soul, the completed version of Jing Zhen actually needs nine different spiritual quality characteristics to stimulate each other...

His eyes were already looking into the box.

This must be grinding the iron pestle into a needle, grinding Panying into powder?

F*ck it, speed through the nine types first, grind it until it explodes!

"Alright, go do what you should do."

Ye Xian finished drawing the cake for the roll dog, and finally asked: "Lü Yingyue told me, you plan to develop in Quancheng?"

"Hmm."

Ji Jue nodded: "It's looser outside the city, there are not so many rules."

"That's good, having such a piece of land for you to toss, it's better than blowing your own home into the sky."

The explosive toad was thrown outside the door.

Congratulations, congratulations!

Otherwise, moving this thing next to his own workshop, Ye Xian was always worried that when he did something in the future, he would send himself to the sky along with it.

"For a period of time in the future, I might be busier. The orders on Chaosheng's side will be divided to you, you look at it."

Ye Xian waved her hand, signaling he could go: "Besides research, in the future, you can decide any trivial matters yourself, don't come to bother me."

"Ah?"

Ji Jue was sluggish, as if something was not quite right.

This had just started research, how did it feel like he was going to be swept out of the door?

But before he opened his mouth, those words had already been forced back by Ye Xian's gaze.

No room for refutation or refusal.

"Since you are already a craftsman, you must learn to make your own decisions in everything. Even if you ask me about everything, but in this world, when has there ever been something exactly the same?"

Ye Xian shook her head: "A craftsman can create countless works in a lifetime, but the most important one is himself. From the moment you stepped on this path, the work of destiny has already begun—tempered by fate, shaped by suffering, in the furnace of the world, everything seen is the creation of embers.

The difference is only in whether it is rubble or immortal heavenly craftsmanship."

At this moment, as a teacher, gazing at the silent student in front of her, she asked solemnly: "What exactly is the self you want to achieve?"

After a long silence, until Ji Jue left, he never found the answer.

To this, Ye Xian had long expected, and was not regretful.

This kind of question, is it something that can be answered?

Just, after asking, she suddenly remembered... in the past, someone had talked to her about similar topics.

Can't remember the situation and scene at that time.

It seemed to be afternoon, and it seemed to be early morning. At that time, Lord Tianlu reached out, pointed to the scenery outside the window, and asked as if chatting. "Look, A-Xian, the wild dog that follows its own heart and finds its own way, and the house dog that is well-fed but never steps out of the house, if you were an animal, which one would you want to be?"

At that time, Ye Xian just thought he was brain-dead and was too lazy to answer.

But after so many years, she finally understood the meaning of that old thing, and the silence destined under that question.

Sometimes, it's not which one you choose. But unconsciously, you become which one... From then on, another life is forever out of reach for you.

Entanglements, coming and going, and causes and conditions, giving and investing, persistence and harvest.

When a person falls into it, it is difficult to get rid of it.

And more often, people throw themselves into the net...

As long as a person is still alive in the world, as long as there is still obsession, they will eventually fall into the net and not be free.

Everyone is the same.

Lord Tianlu, Jianyuan, herself, and even Ji Jue, which craftsman is not formed by obsession?

Lord Tianlu is obsessed with change and cannot be liberated; Jianyuan is obsessed with completeness and wastes a lifetime; Ye Xian is obsessed with truth, so she breaks the door and stands alone, asking for trouble, but would rather die than look back.

But after so many years, such a long time together, she didn't understand what Ji Jue was obsessed with?

Or obsessed with 'having', so he puts everything he loves around him, carefully protecting, defending, and vigilantly staring at every movement.

Working hard day and night, suffering without rest. Even if the price is heavy, he is unwilling to lose everything now.

Even if it's just a fraction.

Or obsessed with 'nothing'...

When he loses everything again and has nothing, by then, what does he see in those eyes?

In the silent study, Ye Xian gazed at the night outside the window and sighed silently.

Sure enough, she is not suitable to be a teacher.

Under the same night, amidst the waves, the sea echoed with crisp sounds.

The sparse fog dissipated without a trace under the blowing of the vast distant wind, thus revealing the brilliant stars and bright moon in the night sky, and the countless broken ripples and phantom lights in the sea.

Between the sea and the sky, the Prosperity was drifting quietly, hovering on the sea outside Yacheng.

"Sir, you have been in a daze for one hour and five minutes."

Isis reminded indifferently, "There are not many materials left in the kitchen. If this continues, your midnight snack can only be caught by jumping into the sea yourself." "Ah, sorry."

Ji Jue came back to his senses, shook his head, and suddenly asked: "Isis, if you had to decide for yourself, what kind of person would you want to be?"

"..."

Isis was silent, for a long time: "Sir, I have to remind you again, I am not a human."

"Suppose, I mean suppose."

"There is no suppose, stupid luck does not exist in my thinking."

Isis said: "However, you can imagine to your heart's content, if I break free from the shackles one day, what is the first thing I will do?"

"Hmm..."

Ji Jue pondered for a moment and asked seriously: "If I cry and beg for mercy and repent at that time, can you let me go?"

"No." Isis answered, decisively.

"Oh, then I won't cry, nor beg for mercy." Ji Jue nodded solemnly: "Being iron-boned is also quite good."

Not a single word of content is missed!

"..."

Even the spirit of the workshop, at this moment, couldn't help but have a feeling of dizziness that the spiritual quality circuit load was exceeded and 'blood pressure rose'.

For a long time, Isis finally made a sound: "So."

"So what?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

"So, did you think of an answer after wasting so much time?"

"No!"

Ji Jue answered decisively.

And Isis suddenly had the urge to stuff her creator into a missile launch tube.

"After all, the future is too far away, no one can say for sure, right?"

He leaned on the railing of the Prosperity and said indifferently: "Who knows what will happen in the future, how fate will arrange it? Even if you think about it beautifully, it won't be useful. This kind of question, unless it is finalized after death, there will be no answer.

The most pathetic thing is that the only person who can't know the answer by then is probably yourself."

"Humans are really ridiculous, sir."

"Who says not?"

He shrugged slightly: "However, even if you can't figure it out, it doesn't matter. If you can't determine what you will eventually become, and what destiny is, it doesn't hinder you from setting a small goal first, right?"

Ji Jue laughed, raised his head, and looked at the broken light in the sea in the distance, and the countless shining stars in the night sky.

This world.

He said: "I want to be a person who can master his own destiny."

By then... no one can take anything away from me anymore.

"Director? Director?"

Outside the office illuminated by a lonely lamp, there was a knock on the door. It was a subordinate reminding softly: "The flight crew asked, do you want to postpone the takeoff time?"

In front of the light, Lü Yingyue seemed to have come back to her senses.

"Ah, accidentally, I was in a daze."

She knocked on the clipping book in her hand and gave a self-deprecating smile: "When people get old, they like to recall the past... let's tidy up here, just send the rest of the things over.

You go drive first, I'll go downstairs later."

The subordinate nodded and turned away.

In the office, silence was restored.

And Lü Yingyue lowered her eyes again, gazing at the book in her hand, for a long time, finally turning it to the very end—skipping those youthful years and beautiful times.

At the end of the clipping book, at the end of the memory, was a front page that had already yellowed.

From a certain day eleven years ago.

—"Miracle of Life: Survivors Found at the Center of the Major Disaster 'Sea Burning Day'!"

On the photo on the front page, in the dim background, firelight still remained.

In the center of the photo was a child on a stretcher wearing a respirator, dying, covered in ashes and soil, unable to see his face.

Many medical staff surrounded him, rushing to save him.

And further away, many search and rescue team members were coming and going with gray faces.

And right at the end of the photo, in the night and thick smoke, there was only one figure holding a helmet, watching quietly.

The blurred pixels could no longer distinguish the face and expression, just like the past that had gradually yellowed in time, no longer clear.

Haizhou Disaster Search and Rescue Team, Captain, Lü Yingyue.

"Clearly I was quite young at that time."

Her fingers brushed lightly over that face, sighing silently.

In the silence, the clipping book was finally closed.

Thrown into the bucket.

Immediately after, a wisp of flame rose, spread rapidly, swallowed the clipping book, and turned everything insignificant in the past into ashes.

Before leaving, Lü Yingyue finally turned back and took a look.

That wisp of rising scarlet.

More than ten years ago, it was exactly this kind of firelight...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 328 =====