The morning sun.
His sword danced with a cold glint, and the river glowed with a clear light. Pei Zi Yun's sword stopped in its tracks as he took a deep breath and started playing his flute.
The flute was connected to Pei Zi Yun's flute, and there was no problem playing it. As Pei Zi Yun played the flute, the sound of the flute flowed through the quiet valley. The strangest thing was that the sound of the flute seemed to be condensed and did not dissipate.
'Soldiers are weapons of murder.'
Pei Zi Yun walked along the narrow path of the valley, wearing a black crown and a white robe. The sound of the flute was crisp and clear. It was already late spring, and the imperial examinations should be starting soon. The rain last night had washed the valley clean, and the sun shone brightly. Dendrobium, day lilies, mulberries and other flowers decorated the path.
Pei Zi Yun thought to himself, 'No wonder there are so few people who are proficient in the way of the sword. This method of killing is also harmful to the body and spirit. It needs to be nurtured and nurtured. After Daoist Qing Song turned 30, he focused on the flute and painting. Only then could he improve further in the way of the sword.'
'Daoist Qing Song started out by killing, nurtured by the flute, and focused on painting. The flute and the sword are inseparable, which is why I inherited them.'
As he thought of this, he took a look.
'Flute: Proficient.'
'Painting: Proficient.'
'Free Cloud Sword Technique: Master (6.5%)'
'I've already digested all the experience points from Daoist Qing Song, and this is as far as I can go.' Pei Zi Yun sighed and returned to his room. He took out an inkstone and started grinding. Calligraphy required patience and temperament, and grinding was also a way to adjust one's spirit. He took out a blank painting and spread it out, dipped it in ink, and started thinking.
After a while, he had a plan in his mind. He had once looked up at the capital city from a high mountain, and had seen it in its entirety. As he thought about it, he started drawing.
There were flags on top of the city, and a group of people were driving ox-carts. A few donkeys were playing, and people were walking to and fro on the streets. An old man was chasing a rooster on the streets, and a hawker was carrying a pole. The capital city was painted into a scroll.
Thoughts, feelings, and emotions flowed through the scroll, and the map of the capital city began to take shape. He drew out everything he had seen in the capital city, as if it was coming to life.
Pei Zi Yun was immersed in his surroundings, as though he was back in the capital city. As he strolled along the streets, he noticed that the surrounding streets and the crowds were getting more and more concentrated.
The city walls, canals, docks, and the Imperial Palace were all extremely prosperous. Even the small stalls selling goods and the banners on the shops were all there. Just by looking at it, one could understand the various aspects of the capital city.
"Zi Yun!" The door was not closed. Yu Yun Jun called out from outside the door, but there was no reply. She looked inside and saw an elegant young man writing or drawing with a brush.
Yu Yun Jun was a little curious as she pushed the door open and entered. The room was very elegant, and behind Pei Zi Yun was a bookshelf. There were many Dao scriptures on the bookshelf. At this point, Yu Yun Jun was not paying attention to any of these. She walked closer to Pei Zi Yun and looked at the table.
On the table was a painting of the capital city. It was broad, majestic, detailed, and vast. It depicted a flourishing and prosperous city. It was dazzling to look at. Yu Yun Jun couldn't help but hold her breath, afraid that she would disturb Pei Zi Yun and ruin the painting.
Yu Yun Jun was born into a wealthy family, and her family had many books and poems. Looking at Pei Zi Yun's painting, it was as though he had been immersed in it for decades. She was shocked, 'Since when did this disciple's painting have such an atmosphere?'
As Pei Zi Yun drew closer, he caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance. He did not move, but continued to draw. Seeing this, Yu Yun Jun looked at him intently, as though she was in a trance.
It was as though she was upstairs. The bronze lamp in the room was emitting a warm yellow light. There was a reed mat on the floor, and the young man was sitting on it. In front of him was a wooden table, and he was writing. Yu Yun Jun knelt beside him, and looked at him intently. It was as though she was already happy and happy, and her heart was at peace.
"Darling Yu!"
Yu Yun Jun almost shouted out. At this point, Pei Zi Yun finished drawing the last corner and turned around. Yu Yun then regained her senses. He was no longer the same person as before. The dead could never be found again. Even if he was reincarnated, he would not have any memories. She was at a loss for words. She calmed herself down and composed herself. She then exclaimed, "Good painting. Is this a painting of the capital city?"
Pei Zi Yun placed the brush aside, and bowed, "Yes, Master. This is indeed something I was inspired to do after seeing the prosperity of the capital city."
Hearing these words, Yu Yun Jun smiled, "Zi Yun, I've always known that you're a genius. I've seen many amazing things about you. I didn't expect you to show off your painting skills today. This painting is indeed marvelous."
Hearing Yu Yun Jun's words, Pei Zi Yun laughed out as well, "Master, this has something to do with my sword cultivation. The sword is refined, the painting is refined, and the painting is condensed. I've come to understand the concept of samadhi. Painting is about condensing the sword's will. The deeper the painting, the more condensed the sword is."
Pei Zi Yun then explained, "This painting of mine isn't considered to be very strong. It can only be considered to have reached a certain level, but not to the point of perfection."
Yu Yun Jun heard Pei Zi Yun's words and clapped her hands, "Zi Yun, you already have the foundation to use the sword to enter the Dao. Even if you don't cultivate Dao Arts, you can still enter the Dao. But why is it that so few Daoists have used this method to enter the Dao?"
"That's because the Dao of the sword is the Dao of killing. Too much Qi will harm one's life. Even if one cultivates the foundation, it would still be difficult for one to live a long life. Do you know that according to the records, very few swordsmen live past seventy?"
"That's the reason."
"I had wanted to remind you. But now that you've cultivated the flute and condensed it into a painting, your future is limitless. You've already discovered this flaw."
Pei Zi Yun was about to speak when Yu Yun Jun interrupted, "The Dao of Yin Master is to nurture the body. This is the true path. Your master is more inclined towards Dao Arts. I have nothing more to teach you about the Dao of the sword. But do not delay your Dao Arts. Opening the gates of heaven is the most important thing."
Hearing Yu Yun Jun's words, Pei Zi Yun pondered for sometime before smiling, "Thank you master for your guidance. I understand now. Cultivation is the most important thing."
"The Dao of the sword is the foundation to protect one's Dao. Dao Arts and Spiritual Wisdom are the foundation to longevity. Both of them are indispensable. Only by cultivating both can one live a long life, and not be affected by disasters."
"How teachable. Both are the most important. How many cultivators can't see through this? If one only focuses on one aspect, and seeks spiritual sword techniques, then without internal energy to nourish one's life, one will eventually turn to dust. If one only focuses on Dao Arts and Spiritual Wisdom, then when faced with a calamity, without a Dao Art to protect one's Dao, one will eventually turn to dust. "
Pei Zi Yun listened to Yu Yun Jun's words and felt the same way. In his previous life, he had been deeply involved in the stock market. This was the same as seeking Dao. He had obtained a large amount of wealth from the stock market, but without a Dao Art to protect one's Dao, he would eventually become a trader for a large organization.
After some time, he thought about Song Zhi. In the original owner's memories, no matter what happened, the Sect Leader would always side with him. At this point, he thought about it and hesitated.
Yu Yun Jun then asked, "What's bothering you now? Why don't you tell me about it? "
"Master, dare I ask, what's the relationship between Song Zhi and the Sect Leader? Although they're master and disciple, I can tell that there's something special about the two of them! "Pei Zi Yun asked seriously.
Hearing these words, Yu Yun Jun paced a few steps before sighing, "You can see it too. Although they are only master and disciple now, this matter can be traced back to decades ago."
"The Sect Leader was young and lonely. It was an Elder of the sect who took him in. He was both a Master and a Father. He raised him until he was a Sect Leader. In the end, his results were outstanding and he became the Sect Leader."
"This Elder barely managed to become a Yin Master. However, he was not fated to become a Core Disciple. Hence, he chose to reincarnate and was found by the Sect Leader. He became the current Song Zhi."
"The Sect Leader personally went out to look for Song Zhi. After verifying that there were no mistakes, he accepted Song Zhi into the sect."
"It's just that although Song Zhi was confirmed to be the Sect Leader, he would not be able to become a Yin Master without breaking through the gates of heaven. His memories were not restored, and his personality was different from before. The Sect Leader was sentimental and wanted to return the favor to him."
"In the previous life, you were the Father. In this life, I'm the Master. This is a common occurrence within the sect. If I were to be reincarnated in the future, I would need you to protect me." Yu Yun Jun said seriously.
Pei Zi Yun finally understood. The relationship between a Master and a disciple was even more complicated. Nobody could guarantee that they would be able to achieve Dao in one lifetime. The fate of a Master and a disciple was closely intertwined. He then bowed his head, "In the future, if Master is in trouble, your disciple shall protect you and guide you into the Dao."
Hearing Pei Zi Yun's words, Yu Yun Jun nodded her head. Who could guarantee that she would not die? With a disciple, she would be able to receive more care in the next lifetime.
Pei Zi Yun stood up and understood. The Sect Leader and Song Zhi had such a secret relationship. No wonder the Sect Leader had supported Song Zhi all the way till the very end.
This wasn't just because of the respect and love he had for his Master, it was also because of the love he had for a child. Such complicated feelings were hard to let go of. No wonder it was like this.
There was no need to talk about this topic any further. Yu Yun Jun cleared her throat, "Although that's the case, Song Zhi cannot become a Core Disciple. The Sect Leader has gone too far. Even if you have a personal relationship, you cannot cross the line. I've already reported this to the Patriarchs. It's just that we have to work hard. The sooner you open the gates of heaven, the Sect Leader will not be able to stop you from becoming a Core Disciple."
"Hm, the Sect Leader was just an ordinary Elder, and not a Core Disciple. If he were to learn from him now, he wouldn't have been able to become the Sect Leader back then." Yu Yun Jun said, feeling resentful towards the Sect Leader.
Hearing this, Pei Zi Yun laughed out and said to Yu Yun Jun, "So there's such a secret behind this. I have to break through the gates of heaven as soon as possible, and become a Yin Master. I shall not disappoint my Master, and compete with Song Zhi."
As soon as Pei Zi Yun finished speaking, a Plum Blossom appeared in front of him. It grew bigger and bigger until it became an information interface. A row of red words appeared.
"Mission: Break through the gates of heaven, and become a Core Disciple."
When Yu Yun Jun heard this, she clapped her hands, "I am very pleased that you have such intentions. I look forward to the day you break through the gates of heaven. You are my only disciple, and all the resources of my sect will be dedicated to you."
"It's just that you must not be careless. Actually, according to the Dao Arts of our sect, most of the disciples would be able to cultivate to the eighth or ninth level. However, breaking through the gates of heaven isn't a given. In fact, most of the disciples have been stuck outside the gates of heaven for more than ten years, or even their entire lives. Even I, your Master, have only broken through a few years ago."
With the memories of the original owner, Pei Zi Yun pondered for sometime after hearing Yu Yun Jun's words. He then smiled, "Master, I understand. However, I will not disappoint you."
"Believe me, the gates of heaven are not a problem for me."
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