The clouds and thunder dispersed.
The wooden sword shook slightly and flew back to the sea of rice from the Verdant Canyon.
Ye Su raised his eyebrows slightly.
He knew that Jun Mo was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.
Only by surpassing the threshold of the Five States could he create his own rules in Haotian's world.
Second Brother did not surpass the Five States, but he found his strongest belief in the established rules of Haotian's world and made those rules his own.
From a certain point of view, this kind of method had already surpassed the limits of realm five.
Ye Su's eyebrows gradually calmed down.
He had already drawn his sword. Now it was Second Brother's turn.
He looked at the Verdant Canyon and waved his arms. He put his sleeves behind his back and said calmly, "Please."
Second Brother drew his sword.
His sword was simpler.
The broad and straight iron sword left his right hand and the Verdant Canyon.
The iron sword was about a man's height above the ground and slowly flew toward the rice field.
There was a distance between the Verdant Canyon and the rice field, and the land was stained with blood.
It was not fresh blood, but the blood of countless cavalrymen and warhorses two days ago.
The plains were soaked in blood. It was black and gave off a pungent smell of blood.
Especially the field in front of the sea of rice, it was stained with blood and the color of the soil had changed.
The iron sword flew over the blood-stained field without any smell of blood.
But there was a sense of death.
It wasn't deathly silence, nor was it despair. It was a resolute thought.
It was extremely chilling.
Today, he met Ye Su in front of the Verdant Canyon.
Meeting was not an encounter, because the swords in their hands had never met.
His iron sword was to meet Ye Su's wooden sword.
This iron sword had already killed thousands of people.
The blood on the field was all caused by this iron sword.
It was the iron sword's own blood.
When the iron sword met his own blood, it was full of momentum and chilling to the extreme.
They had just met each other with courtesy, and now they met with swords.
Even Ye Su would not be able to dodge such a domineering strike.
He could only raise his sword to meet it.
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In the distant southern wilderness, Liu Bai slowly stood up beside the carriage. He looked at the iron sword in the Verdant Canyon and said, "This sword is finally interesting."
The Battle of Verdant Canyon lasted for more than two days. The most powerful man in the world did not make a move because he was waiting for Jun Mo to enter his strongest state. Otherwise, it would be meaningless.
At this moment, looking at this iron sword, he finally made an interesting evaluation. This also meant that he believed that Second Brother had already entered his strongest state, and he really wanted to receive this sword.
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This iron sword was indeed interesting.
It was even more interesting than what Liu Bai had imagined.
The iron sword still represented Second Brother's rule.
Black or white, no gray.
Life or death, it was impossible to satisfy both.
Fight or lose, there was no escape.
In the face of such a decisive sword, no matter who it was, they had to make the most decisive choice and decision.
You must choose a path. You must choose a direction.
There was no third path in the world, and the weeds on the wall could not fall to their own positions.
This iron sword had already surpassed the scope of tyranny. It faintly exuded a sense of righteousness.
I'll give you a chance to choose, then I'll crush you and kill you.
This was the Way of the King.
What would you choose between life and death?
Even if you had really seen through life and death, life and death still existed.
Seeing through did not mean that you could break through. Instead, because you saw too much, you would not know how to choose.
If you did not choose, you would fail.
This was the difficult problem that the iron sword gave Ye Su.
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Ye Su did not take this iron sword.
Because the iron sword represented his rule. Once he took it, it was equivalent to accepting his rule. Then, no matter how the battle developed, he could not change the passive situation.
But the iron sword wanted him to take it.
What could he do?
Ye Su let the paddy field take the iron sword.
This paddy field was his rule.
Before the iron sword left the Verdant Canyon, he had already put his hands behind his back and slightly waved his sleeves.
A breeze came out of his sleeves, and the golden paddy was gently shaken and sometimes bent.
The wide and straight iron sword entered the paddy field.
The paddy field gradually separated, like a lake, like the sea, like green pines in the green mountains.
The weeds on the ridges were stained with blood.
The unharvested paddy field was stained with blood.
Wherever the iron sword passed, the weeds were broken into pieces, flying up and falling in the paddy field.
The heavy ears of rice fell with the sword intent.
Without the heavy burden, the paddy field suddenly straightened up and flicked the rice leaves into the air.
The ears of rice fell to the ground. Before they hit the ground, the rice was peeled off and danced with the leaves.
The bran on the paddy field cracked, revealing the round rice grains.
The rice grains were scattered in the autumn wind, like pearls reflecting the sunlight. It was extremely beautiful.
The rice grains scattered in the air were burnt yellow by the sunlight, emitting a rice fragrance.
The rice grains that fell to the ground were soaked black by the blood and quietly sank into the soil.
Green rice leaves grew in the soil.
The rice leaves stretched into the air, as if to be firm.
In a very short time, the paddy field experienced harvesting, death, and rebirth.
The life and death of the paddy field were performed in front of people.
This process was very continuous. The cycle of life and death became a perfect integration, without any clear dividing line.
The iron sword flying in the paddy field did not find the dividing line either.
The iron sword was still moving forward in silence.
The paddy field grew rapidly, making a rustling sound.
A hurricane came from the iron sword, roaring above the paddy field.
The wooden sword was suspended in the air in front of Ye Su, being blown up and down by the hurricane.
In the raging paddy field, the wooden sword was like an inconspicuous boat.
The boat had no power. It was swaying in the stormy waves with the help of the paddy field and the sword wind.
No matter how big the waves were, no matter how strong the wind was, the boat did not sink. It was faintly discernible in the black sea water and the white waves, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating.
A moment ago, the boat sank into the dead and cold bottom of the sea.
A moment later, the boat floated to the surface of the sea and saw the blue sky of life.
Because the boat had no deck or cabin.
The boat was the wooden sword.
The wooden sword was the simplest piece of wood.
In the sea of life and death, the wooden sword was floating aimlessly.
It did not seek life or death.
Neither could it seek life or death.
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After a long time.
The wind gradually stopped, and the paddy field became quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Only the new green seedlings in the soil of the paddy field proved something.
Ye Su stretched out his hand and caught a few rice grains in the air above the paddy field.
The freshly peeled rice was plump. It was roasted by the sun until it was yellow and fragrant.
He picked up a grain of rice with his finger and put it in his mouth.
He chewed slowly with a smile on his face. It had a genuine taste.
"More than ten years ago, I traveled around many countries. I thought I had seen through life and death. Since then, I had no more fear. What I thought was the direction of my sword, and my heart of sword was clear …"
Ye Su scattered the remaining rice grains in his palm into the paddy field and said with a smile, "If it were me at that time, I would have to take your sword and I would lose."
"Until a few years ago, on the top of the Snow-capped Peak in the Wilderness, I stabbed Mr. First with my sword through the air with the clear will of sword against the sky full of sunshine. Then I realized how wrong I was."
Ye Su stopped smiling and said calmly, "Because my sword, which I thought had seen through life and death, didn't hit Mr. First at all. It didn't even stir up the water in the pond."
"Because Mr. First was reading by the pond. He didn't see my sword at all. He didn't even think about it. At that time, I realized … seeing through life and death is the same as not seeing through. "
"Later, I went to Chang 'an and lived in a dilapidated Taoist temple for a long time. I saw the Taoist temple collapse and the neighborhood's eaves break. I was no longer in the secular world, but in the secular world. I began to repair the eaves for the neighborhood. I built the Taoist temple brick by brick. Only then did I understand the meaning of breaking and building again."
Ye Su looked at the blood water at the edge of the paddy field and said, "Blood represents death, but the field watered by it is extremely fertile. The blood rice in this field will be very delicious next year."
"Destruction and rebirth. This is life."
"There is no death in the world."
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Second Brother looked at him who was standing in the paddy field and suddenly said, "There is death."
Ye Su said, "I admit it. But at least it is not within the time limit of you and me."
Second Brother said, "In your mind, there is only life and death. How can you break through it?"
"What the Buddhism and Taoism Sects pursue is the final peace."
Ye Su said, "Breaking through life and death is for peace. But now I understand that death is eternal and life is luck. There are great joys and sorrows in between. Why must I be peaceful?"
"That kind of peace is fake."
"Before life and death, there should be sorrow or joy. That is the real truth."
"This is my view of life and death now."
"This view of life and death is very simple. It seems to be powerless, but no external force can break it."
"No matter your iron sword or anything else."
After hearing this, Second Brother was silent for a moment and said, "You are close to the Tao."
Ye Su said, "I haven't reached the Tao."
Second Brother said, "However, your Tao has deviated from the Tao of Haotian."
Ye Su said, "The Tao is in the heart of heaven. Maybe this is the Tao that Haotian wants me to understand."
Second Brother said, "If Haotian says that your Tao is not the Tao, what will you do?"
Ye Su looked at the scattered rice at his feet and the new green seedlings in the soil. After a long silence, he slowly raised his head and said calmly, "I still have my sword."
He reached out to the golden sea of rice.
He held the wooden sword.
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Everyone had his own Tao.
It had nothing to do with faith, but it didn't mean that he was not pious.
It was just that people like Ye Su would inevitably follow his own path.
Second Brother's question was a real question.
Ye Su's answer was also a real answer.
He was ready.
This represented a shocking fact.
If Haotian agreed with his Tao, he would still be pious.
If Haotian didn't agree with his Tao, he still had his sword.
Because what was done could not be undone. He was willing to be the fool who carved the boat to seek the sword.
Ye Su was a genius of Haotian Taoism and the firmest believer of Haotian. Otherwise, the Abbey Dean wouldn't have accepted him as a disciple.
No one knew when he had undergone such a change.
Was it on the Snow-capped Peak in the Wilderness or in a small Taoist temple in Chang 'an?
In any case, he held his sword.
This sword dared to ask Heaven.
How powerful it must be.
Now, he was still a believer of Haotian.
The Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism.
He didn't need to ask Heaven for this sword.
He came to ask Jun Mo.
Would Jun Mo be able to handle it?
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(Shaking my head. It's too hard to write. It's too hard to write recently. My IQ is really annoying … I frowned and scratched my hair to write. I hope everyone thinks it's okay. There's still one more chapter.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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