Chapter 116: Senior sister, the sword you swung before you died was so fierce

Before long, Fan Qinghui walked out of the Cihang Hall gracefully and quietly, walked down the steps slowly, and came toward the blue-shirted youth.

"Counting it up, it's been more than two years since we last met." Zhuang Buran folded his hands:

"Qingyuan greets Master."

"You still recognize me as your master?" Fan Qinghui walked up to the blue-shirted youth.

"The disciple was picked up by Master. If it weren't for Master's teaching, I probably wouldn't be here today."

"Qingyuan, although I picked you up and brought you back to the mountain and taught you martial arts, I never saw you clearly, which led to the involvement of the sect."

Fan Qinghui showed self-mockery:

"Now it can be said that I am an incompetent teacher and a sect leader who brought great disaster. I am so ashamed that I have no face to see anyone, and I deeply hate the self who picked you up back then."

The blue-shirted youth said lightly:

"Master, don't look at everything so absolutely. If you hadn't picked up the disciple back then, perhaps the evil consequences would have been even worse. Just based on my disgust for Cihang Jingzhai, I'm afraid Ditashan Peak would have completely cut off its inheritance."

"Throughout the ages, the heavy responsibility our sect has carried on its shoulders—does it really not enter your eyes?" Fan Qinghui looked puzzled.

"Yang Guang is tyrannical and muddled, Xiang Yushan traffics in human beings, Shangguan Long ravages Luoyang, Xi Ying re-emerges in the world, Zhu Can eats human flesh, and countless such things."

The blue-shirted youth's expression was peaceful:

"My Cihang Jingzhai prides itself on being the righteous path of the martial arts world that saves the world, so why is it never seen?"

He pretended to be enlightened:

"It's not that we don't want to, but we can't; our strength is insufficient. At most, we can only reach the level of seducing the world with our looks. If we really do something to save the world, we will only expose our own incompetence."

"The so-called choosing an emperor on behalf of Heaven, stripping away the righteous shell, is just the word 'interest'."

"How ridiculous for a person outside the world who cultivates the Heavenly Dao."

The blue-shirted youth scanned the disciples of Jingzhai in the square and shook his head:

"How can such a sect enter my eyes, and how can I not develop a heart to destroy it?"

"In order to seek that evil does not suppress righteousness and the world is at peace, our Cihang Jingzhai does not count the sacrifices, and even regards life and death as external things. Why do we need to care about the means?"

Fan Qinghui said sternly:

"As long as the demonic path is suppressed by the righteous path and the chaotic world can be ended, I am willing to sacrifice everything that can be sacrificed."

"Master, we don't speak the same language."

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back:

"If you are willing to enter a dead-pass retreat, after the disciples of Jingzhai on the mountain abolish their martial arts, I am not unable to give them a chance to enter the empty gate."

"If you want to rise up and resist, for the sake of you being my master, I will let you have three moves first. I will not use internal energy to protect my body, and I will let you slash three swords with all your strength."

Fan Qinghui was silent for a long while before saying:

"Have you entered the dead-pass realm of the 'Cihang Sword Manual'?"

"As the Mistress of Cihang Jingzhai, Master should know the origin of the 'Cihang Sword Manual'. In the past, the first generation Evil Emperor of the Demon Sect, Xie Tiao, created the 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Great Law' and recorded it in the 'Demon Path Random Thoughts'. This book was passed around and obtained by the founder Dini."

"Knowing the secret of shattering the void, she changed the method of cultivating the inner elixir from the 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Great Law' into the method of Dao Embryo and Dead-Pass. The Immortal Embryo and Demon Seed go to extremes, but the source is the same."

Zhuang Buran said with a smile:

"Before I went down the mountain, I was half a step away from entering the dead-pass. Afterwards, I first obtained the 'Longevity Secret', and then obtained the 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Great Law', and completely entered the dead-pass. Isn't it a matter of course?"

Fan Qinghui looked at the blue-shirted youth deeply:

"No wonder I feel that your immortalization is different, as if it is mixed with a trace of demonic nature that captures people's hearts. So you have also practiced demonic arts."

Zhuang Buran sneered:

"The 'Great Nirvana Sutra' says: Those who touch the teeth say the elephant is like the root of a radish; those who touch the ears say the elephant is like a winnowing basket; those who touch the head say the elephant is like a stone; those who touch the nose say the elephant is like a pole."

"Those who touch the feet say the elephant is like a wooden mortar; those who touch the back say the elephant is like a bed; those who touch the belly say the elephant is like a jar; those who touch the tail say the elephant is like a rope."

"The so-called blind men touching the elephant, each saying their own heresy. What if they meet a person with clear eyes?"

"Master, it seems you really don't understand what it means to be a blind man touching an elephant. With your current martial arts cultivation, how dare you add random speculation about the disciple's realm?"

"I only know that righteousness and evil cannot stand together." Fan Qinghui said expressionlessly.

"Oh, is that so?" The blue-shirted youth asked with a smile:

"Then why did Senior Sister Bi serve the demon with her body?"

Fan Qinghui's expression stalled, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

"The more I talk to an old stubborn person like Master, the more depressed I feel." Zhuang Buran said faintly:

"In the dead-pass realm, if those who have not reached the Dao practice it rashly, their whole body's essence and blood will burst and die."

"The disciple cannot bear to see Master end up with no bones left, so I will send you off with my own hands. I hope Master has a good journey!"

After the blue-shirted youth finished speaking, he had already stroked Fan Qinghui's head.

Immediately, Fan Qinghui's body stiffened, she looked up and fell to the ground, dying.

At this moment, Wanwan saw this and only felt that someone had really chosen the wrong sect. If he had entered the Holy Gate, he would definitely be an unparalleled Holy Monarch without predecessors or successors.

"Fellow senior and junior sisters, I am not a mean person. In the future, just live as you should. You only need to abolish your martial arts and cultivate your Zen heart."

"From now on, the affairs of the Jianghu red dust have nothing to do with my Ditashan Peak."

"Junior Brother Qing, death is a major event. I wonder if..." A nun in her early thirties showed a look of grief.

The blue-shirted youth glanced sideways:

"Wanwan, let people come up the mountain."

"Yes."

Wanwan took out a signal flare from her bosom and lit it, and a flame shot into the sky.

Zhuang Buran saw the puzzled and uneasy expressions of the Jingzhai disciples and said warmly:

"I have already asked people to build a fine coffin. I will give Master a grand funeral later."

"Besides, not only will I pick a geomantic treasure land on the mountain, but I will also personally chant scriptures to transcend Master, wishing her to no longer be bound by the improper sect rules."

Suddenly, the people around had strange expressions.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether the blue-shirted youth was a rebellious disciple who killed his master, or a good disciple who respected his master.

And Wanwan felt even more that this person had a deep demonic nature and was a Holy Monarch of Heaven's Mandate.

Ten months later.

As the Seven Killings Mistress entered Ditashan Peak and disappeared from the martial arts world again, the situation in the world gradually became clear.

The north was gradually unified by Li Tang, while Kou Zhong in the south married the daughter of the Song Clan and received their full support. Coupled with the prestige of the Seven Killings Mistress, he unified the south no slower than Li Tang, and the Young Marshal's army was officially renamed the Han Army, and he took the title of King of Han.

Ditashan Peak.

In the Rain Appreciation Pavilion on the back mountain, a blue-shirted youth leisurely watched the continuous drizzle.

A moment later, a beautiful woman with a graceful demeanor and elegant posture walked over with an umbrella.

"Senior sister, in this situation, what are your thoughts?"

Shi Feixuan stood in the Rain Appreciation Pavilion, looking at the bamboo forest and mountain scenery, the wind and drizzle. She was inexplicably stunned, her clear eyes full of memories.

"Is there a feeling that things are different? Just like... wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and go for a ride with wine, but it's never like the youthful travels."

The blue-shirted youth smiled:

"I also miss the senior sister who used to be jumped by me on the mountain, but unfortunately, the past is like the wind."

"Some people, unknowingly, have been changed by the so-called heavy responsibilities of the sect, turning from a bright and lively little girl into the Saintess of Cihang Jingzhai in the eyes of the world."

"I have changed a lot, but I have never seen my junior brother clearly." A smile appeared on Shi Feixuan's pale, bloodless face:

"You, when we get along, are really annoying, lazy and poisonous. You clearly don't care about martial arts all day long, fishing for three days and drying nets for two, and you don't know what it means to be diligent and focused at all, but your martial arts can advance by leaps and bounds."

"For a while, when I saw you, junior brother, I felt angry in my heart. I was angry at myself for being useless, and angry at you for being so lazy and wasting your talent. If you could focus on cultivation, you would definitely be able to enter the dead-pass realm."

"Then the matter of Senior Sister Bi would definitely not happen again."

When she said this, a look of fatigue appeared on her pale pretty face. She sat down in the Rain Appreciation Pavilion, staring blankly at the drizzle outside the pavilion, and said:

"Junior brother, I suddenly feel that the days when you and I were playing on the mountain were the happiest times for me."

"At that time, when I first saw you, a sentence popped into my heart: 'What a beautiful little junior sister, I must not let her be bullied in the future'."

"When you exposed your male identity, I had mixed feelings. When you intended to destroy the master and the sect, I felt a sense of emptiness in my heart. The first thought was to bring you back and apologize to Master."

"Long ago, I thought that after I completed the heavy responsibilities of the sect and returned to the mountain, as long as you called me 'good senior sister' a few times, actually, the position of Mistress you wanted to take wasn't impossible to discuss."

"Anyway, I am the Mistress in the future, so if I want to appoint someone as the Mistress, who dares to say anything?"

"Besides, I have already chosen the true emperor for the world and made the world return to peace. What's wrong with being willful occasionally?"

As Shi Feixuan spoke, she amused herself and laughed out loud.

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but lie on the back of the chair on the edge of the pavilion, tilted her head to look at the blue-shirted youth, and asked softly:

"Junior brother, according to your understanding, how can we truly cultivate the Heavenly Dao?"

The blue-shirted youth sat beside Shi Feixuan, looking at the continuous drizzle, and also said softly:

"If according to my understanding, the beginning of cultivating the Heavenly Dao should be called 'attachment', being attached to appearances, getting lost in them, and constantly struggling in joy, anger, sorrow, joy, worry, thought, sadness, fear, resentment, hatred, annoyance, and trouble."

"Afterwards, it can be called 'breaking appearances', gradually breaking through inherent cognition, starting to question all rules, and touching the threshold of the Heavenly Dao."

"Next is 'enlightenment'. When there is nothing outside the heart, nothing outside the heart, and no reason outside the heart, the original heart begins to appear."

"Finally, 'practicing the Dao', practicing the wisdom of the Dao in the red dust, acting in accordance with the Heavenly Dao, without desire or demand, realizing that life itself is a practice of color and emptiness being one."

Shi Feixuan smiled weakly:

"In that case, I am still in the realm of attachment. No wonder I can't break through life and death and enter the dead-pass."

She slowly closed her eyes and murmured softly:

"Junior brother, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while... You must not snatch my umbrella again..."

As the words fell, Shi Feixuan's body tilted suddenly. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, the blue-shirted youth hugged her waist and sighed:

"Senior sister, the sword you swung before you died was so fierce."

As the blue-shirted youth hugged Shi Feixuan's corpse and walked out of the Rain Appreciation Pavilion, the oil-paper umbrella placed on the ground was controlled by an invisible force, opened, and hung above the blue-shirted youth's head.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the oil-paper umbrella above his head, then looked at the drizzle, his eyes deep:

"Continuous drizzle, annoying people."

In an instant, a wind force arose around his body, blowing away all the dark clouds over Ditashan Peak, and the drizzle gradually disappeared.

Only then did the blue-shirted youth walk out of the Rain Appreciation Pavilion.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 117 =====