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Yue Cang Qiong and Sima Chengzhen were both leaders of the Heavenly Faction. Although they had met each other before, they did not have any deep friendship with each other. The people of the Shangqing school could not help but feel suspicious when they saw Yue Cang Qiong paying his respects.
Sun Changji's spirit was still frightened by the golden sword ray. When he turned around, he realized that he had been to the gates of hell twice in just a short moment. He was embarrassed and annoyed, "You are respectful now, but you have gone too far by drawing your sword in front of my Master's spirit and disturbing my Master's spirit."
Yue Cang Qiong glanced at him and asked, "Then if you commit suicide on the spot and let your blood splatter here, wouldn't that disturb Master Sima's spirit?" Sun Changji was speechless. He was deep in thought and did not know how to respond. After a long time, he said, "I have served Master since I was young. Later on, I became his disciple and received his teachings. Now that Master has passed away, I should go with him to repay his kindness. I believe Master will not blame me."
Yue Cang Qiong said coldly, "You only repay kindness and not revenge? Looking at the cynical look on your face, you must have an old grudge. If you die, won't you let your enemy roam free and unfettered in the world? Or is it that Sima Chengzhen's disciples are all broad-minded people who repay evil with good? "
Sun Changji's eyes lit up when he heard Yue Cang Qiong's words. Sun Changji was not a kind person. He was captured by the Black Cult and suffered all kinds of humiliation, causing his character to change greatly and he would always go to extremes. Later, Sima Chengzhen rescued him and took him as a disciple because he pitied his tragic fate.
Since then, he respected Sima Chengzhen. A few days ago, in order to protect Sima Chengzhen's reputation, he went to extremes and did not even hesitate to bear the name of killing his Master. One reason was to cover for Sima Chengzhen, and the other was that his heart was dead and he wanted to die. But after Yue Cang Qiong's reminder, he had the will to live again.
"That's right, although those who humiliated me are dead, the Black Cult has not been completely destroyed. In the past, because I followed Master, I couldn't take revenge on the Black Cult. Now that Master has passed away, if I can't eradicate the Black Cult, wouldn't it be a waste of the cultivation Master taught me?" With a single thought, Sun Zhangji was suddenly enlightened. He said to Yue Cangqiong, "Senior Sword Emperor, you're right. I've repaid my debt of gratitude. It won't be too late for me to follow my teacher after I regain my freedom." Sun Changji was eccentric. He was grateful to Yue Cang Qiong for addressing him as Senior. He then took off his Taoist robe and said, "My Master is dead. From now on, I have nothing to do with Shangqing school. If anyone here still has an old grudge against me, don't go to the wrong place." With that, he swung his robe and left.
Li Hanguang had a bitter expression on his face. Although Sword Emperor's words had dispelled Sun Changji's desire to die, hatred had become the pillar of his life. From now on, Sun Changji's temperament would become even more extreme. It might be a blessing and a curse at the same time.
As he was worrying, Master Kumming walked out and said, "The west region is far. If Master Sun doesn't mind, I is willing to accompany you and travel together."
Sun Changji stopped and coldly said, "Old monk, are you trying to stop me?"
Kumming said, "I want to redeem you and the people of the Black Cult. Life is not only about gratitude and hatred. If you know to let it go, you will truly be free."
"Hmph, this old man is full of Buddhist doctrines. How annoying." Sun Changji tapped his feet and disappeared into thin air.
Master Kumming put his palms together and said, "Master Sun, slow down. Please wait for me." After saying that, he walked forward steadily. Space seemed to have lost its meaning under his feet. Every step he took was only about a foot, but he was far away in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Master Kumming was following closely behind, Li Hanguang's worry just now was slightly reduced. He only hoped that Master Kumming's Dharma was profound. This trip to the west region would be able to dispel the hostility in Sun Changji's heart as soon as possible.
After the two of them disappeared into the depths of the mountain mist, Li Hanguang said to Yue Cangqiong, "Senior Sword Emperor has come to pay his respects. Master's spirit in heaven must be gratified. Please take a seat first."
Li Hanguang wanted to lead Yue Cangqiong to the banquet, but Yue Cangqiong said, "Don't rush. I have also written an elegiac couplet to express my sorrow. Let me present it to you."
As Yue Cangqiong spoke, he clapped his hands. A disciple in a golden robe came forward with a black wooden tray. There were two long pieces of paper stacked on the tray. Yue Cangqiong waved his sleeve and the two pieces of paper soared up like long snakes. They flew out and stuck themselves on the pillars on both sides of the room.
"Good move!" There was no lack of experts present. When they saw this scene, several people immediately cheered. Ying Feiyang who was in the crowd also saw the trick and was secretly shocked. The back of the paper couplet was not smeared with paste. The reason why the paper could stick closely to the pillar was because the two pieces of paper pressed the pillar until it was slightly dented.
Ying Feiyang thought to himself, "With my skill, I might be able to erect the paper and embed the edge of the paper into the pillar. But this Sword Emperor was able to easily press the paper into the pillar. This is more than a hundred times more difficult. The title of Sword Emperor is indeed not ordinary."
At this moment, he saw the crowd pointing at the elegiac couplet and discussing it. All of them revealed an inexplicable feeling. Ying Feiyang also looked over and softly read, "Write the scriptures, spread the law, establish the virtue, walk a hundred years in accordance with the Dao. Banish the world of mortals, transcend the blue sky, forget yourself, a lifetime of fame belongs to …" At the end, he suddenly stopped. The length of the elegiac couplet was different and the last word was clearly missing in the second line.
"A lifetime of fame belongs to the sword." Yue Cang Qiong added, "I was going to write it this way, but when I wrote the last word, I felt a sense of loneliness in my heart. I was not in the mood to write. I wonder if there's anyone here who can help me fill in the missing word."
Sima Chengzhen was quite famous in the literary world, so naturally there was no lack of scholars and poets. A scholar took the lead and said, "What's so difficult about that? In terms of writing skills, your words are more than strong but not soft enough. Compared to Master Sima's Golden Scissors Book, it is far inferior …" Ever since Yue Cang Qiong entered, he had been saying 'I'. When he exchanged blows with Master Kumming just now, the strong wind that dissipated even blew into a group of mortals. This scholar was naturally one of them. This scholar naturally did not know what 'Sword Emperor' was. Just now, his scholarly manner was completely ruined, so naturally he wanted to give a good evaluation to save his face. Just as he was about to raise his brush and step forward, suddenly, Ying Feiyang called out to be careful and pressed the scholar down.
An invisible and intangible Sword Qi shot out from the words towards the scholar. Fortunately, Ying Feiyang was a step faster and pressed the scholar's head down, so he was spared. However, the scholar's hat and half of his hair were already cut off, which made the scholar tremble in fear and his face turned ashen.
"Ignorant and rotten scholar, how dare you judge me?" Sword Emperor said with disdain in his eyes.
Ying Feiyang continued to press the scholar's head down, but his eyes were attracted by the elegiac couplet.
The Sword Emperor's handwriting was naturally extraordinary. Every word was written with silver hooks and iron strokes, like a sword or a blade, sharp and threatening. A disdainful and proud sword will was about to come out.
What was even rarer was that from the beginning of the first word, the sword will rose one by one. Every word was extremely sharp, but the next word would be lower than the previous one, and then suddenly stop at the last word. It was like the scene of climbing Mount Tai. At first, one would think that the cliffs were cut off, and one would think that one had reached the peak. When one climbed to the peak, one would see that the Fan Cliff was on the peak. When one climbed to the Fan Cliff, one would see that the Southern Heavenly Gate was on the Fan Cliff. The more one climbed, the more dangerous it became, and the more strange it became.
The more one climbed, the more dangerous it became, and the more strange it became. However, when one was familiar with the rhythm of climbing, one would suddenly find that the top of one's head was empty, and the top of one's head had actually flown away! The feeling of suffocation made one want to vomit blood.
There were also many masters present. At this moment, their eyes were all staring at the words. Some looked fanatical, some frowned, and some shook their heads silently. However, none of them stepped forward to fill in the words. Ying Feiyang also saw the trick. The sword will on the words rose layer by layer, but when the last word was missing, it was like a towering mountain that was broken from the waist of a mountain. If one wanted to fill in the words, the sword will of the last word must be higher than all the words before it.
However, the Sword Emperor was known as the Ultimate Sword in the world. To him, the "waist of a mountain" was an unreachable peak in the eyes of others. Although it was only an incomplete sword will, there were not many people in the world who could surpass it.
At the side, Du Ruhui asked Li Hanguang, "Senior Apprentice-Brother, can you fill in the words?"
Li Hanguang said, "I can try, but I'm not sure."
Du Ruhui said, "Yue Cangqiong's motive for coming here is unknown. It seems like he wants to test us. Senior Apprentice-Brother, don't be in a hurry to make a move. Wait for someone else to test it out."
At this moment, a cultivator who looked like a Daoist yet not a Daoist, and seemed to have aged but still looked like a young man stood out and said, "I am Yu Bofu, I am willing to give it a try. Sword Emperor, can you give me a chance?"
Yue Cangqiong sized him up and said, "You are from the Flying Cloud Island of the Peng Lai Deity Region? Hmm, you are only forty years old, but you have mastered the third level of the Glow Flowing Divine Technique, Cyan Glow, which is not bad. However, since you have not reached the fourth level of the Purple Glow, I advise you not to humiliate yourself. " As soon as he said this, Yu Bofu's expression immediately changed. Yue Cangqiong had only taken a quick glance at him, yet he was able to identify his background, age, cultivation method, and cultivation level. Yu Bofu was truly shocked by his knowledge. However, the other party's disdainful words made him angry. Needless to say, "Since the Sword Emperor wants to test me, why not let me have a try?"
Yue Cangqiong said, "I will not stop you if you want to humiliate yourself, but the Glow Flowing Divine Technique is quite unique. If you cannot leave a dot on the couplet today, I am afraid you will not be able to practice this technique in the future. Why don't you leave the Glow Flowing Divine Technique manual and give it to someone else?"
Yu Bofu's expression changed and said, "My Glow Flowing Divine Technique has actually caught the Sword Emperor's attention. However, the Sword Emperor is asking for it so easily, isn't it too easy?"
Yue Cangqiong said disdainfully, "Who do you think I am? Why would I bother to scheme against you? Of course, I will make a bet with you. If you can leave a dot on the couplet, I will exchange this book with you."
As Yue Cangqiong said this, he took out an ancient book and threw it on the table. Everyone thought that the book that the Sword Emperor carried around with him must be an extraordinary item, so they all stretched their necks to take a look. However, when they saw the name on the book, their eyes were all burning with anger and their faces were red with excitement.
On the simple and unadorned white jade scroll, there were four strong and dignified characters written in small seal script — —
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