(The Sword of the Universe is a play, and it is also a famous sword. It's not Chuunibyou. Sorry … You can search for it yourself. I won't take the information to calculate the number of words. The title of this chapter should have been used before, either "The Dao" or another book, but it is suitable for this chapter, so I'll keep using it.)
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The four directions were called the universe, and the past and present were called the universe.
A sword that could cut off time and space could be called the Sword of the Universe.
This name was extremely domineering.
The people in the Tranquil Garden were surprised, and Zhuo Rusui was even more shocked.
All the disciples of Aoyama knew the story of Jing Jiu's iron sword.
Back when Immortal Master Mo of Shiyue Peak reached the end of his Cultivation career, he decided to return his sword to Aoyama.
He had been copying the books on the peak for more than one hundred years, but his Cultivation state wasn't very high, and he wasn't famous. Normally, he would leave a faint sorrow in Aoyama, and then be forgotten by others. However, when he came to the outskirts of Yunxing Peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner sect, Jing Jiu among them.
Somehow, Jing Jiu suddenly asked him, "How's your sword?"
Immortal Master Mo replied that he hadn't used it for a long time, and there was a hint of regret in his words.
Jing Jiu suggested that he should give it a try.
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Jing Jiu decided to inherit that sword.
For many people in Aoyama, this was a whimsical idea, because Immortal Master Mo had placed that black iron sword at a high place on the Sword Peak.
And that iron sword was very ordinary, nothing special about it.
Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword was very wide, and he could sit on it comfortably. Besides, he thought that since this sword had dedicated its whole life to Aoyama like Junior Master Mo, it should be able to shine one day.
For this iron sword, Jing Jiu went to the Sword Peak, where he encountered many things, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then he came to this day.
This iron sword was really ordinary. Even the flying swords of the disciples of Liangwang Peak were much better than it, not to mention the main swords of the nine peaks of Aoyama.
No one knew what happened next on the iron sword.
During the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting, Jing Jiu was trapped in the deep part of the snowland with a bone-chilling coldness. Jing Jiu burned his sword source and used the iron sword as a torch to illuminate the cave and warm Bai Zao in the cocoon of the heavenly silkworm. It was equivalent to tempering himself for six years. In the Fiend Prison, the iron sword sank into the green pond and was soaked in the poisonous pond water for three years. It was well known that the pond water was the stomach of the Old Dragon.
The most important thing was that the iron sword was tied to Jing Jiu's back most of the time and was constantly nourished by his sword will. It had already undergone a complete transformation. It was just that the surface of the sword that had been melted and corroded by the venom was like mud covering the true body of the iron sword. It still needed a suitable opportunity before it could truly reveal its sharpness.
Today, Qilin's heavy blow landed on Iron Sword's blade.
The purest divine might from the primordial times shattered the Sword Grime, and like a finishing touch, it woke up.
The cold and desolate Sword of the Universe appeared in the world.
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Looking at the ground, Zhuo Rusui couldn't calm himself down. The Sword of the Universe could break the divine body of Qilin and withstand his energy, which was quite extraordinary. It must be a sword of the Fairy State. As Jing Jiu advanced in the Cultivation circle, it would probably become a famous sword in the world.
What did he say back then? … This sword is not good enough … the ugly sword … is useless …
What the Young Senior Master said was right. It was not this sword that was not good enough; it was his judgment that was not good enough.
It was then that he heard the voice of Qilin again.
"This sword … is indeed excellent."
Looking at the Sword of the Universe in Jing Jiu's hand, Qilin said nonchalantly, "But if the person is dead, it is useless to keep a sword."
Zhuo Rusui suddenly thought of that Senior Master Mo on Shiyue Peak. He had even forgotten the name of that Senior Master, but he believed that the name of that Senior Master would be remembered by many people after the Sword of the Universe appeared in the world, until many years later.
Looking at the shadow of Qilin on the ground, Zhuo Rusui said earnestly, "No. Even if the person is dead, as long as the sword is still with him, it will still be with him."
Before the swordsmen of Aoyama died, they would usually choose to return their swords to Aoyama.
After that, the disciples of the later generation would inherit the swords, and the sword would shine again.
It was the sword, the Dao, and the spirit of Aoyama that were passed down from generation to generation.
The sword was the spirit of Aoyama.
As long as the sword was with him, Aoyama would be with him.
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Squatting on the eaves of the distant hall, the white cat stared at the scene in the Tranquil Garden, his cold and gloomy eyes full of envy, thinking that Gu Qing was indeed lucky.
Before he left Aoyama, Jing Jiu had decided to make Gu Qing the sect master. But it was not important. What was important was that he wanted to get a better sword for Gu Qing, and now the sword was here.
The commotion caused by Qilin and Jing Jiu had alarmed many monks in the Guocheng Temple. The chanting of Zen sounds could be heard in the temple, and the Great Formation was about to be activated. However, everybody was paying attention to the Tranquil Garden, so nobody noticed the white cat squatting on the eaves.
"If you really wanted to kill Qilin, why didn't you stay in the Tranquil Garden? Why did you squat here?"
A voice rang out behind the white cat.
It was unclear when a young monk with delicate features came to the eaves of Chenhua Hall and sat down by the white cat.
The white cat shot a glance at the young monk, his eyes full of mockery, as he thought that if he were here, the fight wouldn't have taken place today.
The young monk said earnestly, "But Qilin knows that you are here."
"Meow? Do you think that deformed deer will give up? Of course not. Those ugly things on the Cloud-Dream Mountain are all hot-tempered. Even if they don't dare kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they will at least hurt him. As far as I'm concerned, the silly deer intends to wound Jing Jiu severely and then let him be attacked by the Fairy Puppet. In this way, he won't have to take the blame. "
"In that case, it's a good idea."
"Meow?" The white cat was quite disdainful, thinking that the monk didn't understand Jing Jiu at all. "That guy is the most insidious and cunning one. Who can trick him? Besides me, he must have other tricks up his sleeve. Maybe he will kill this long deer. "
The young monk let out a faint smile, asking, "Why don't you go and help him then?"
"What is my identity and status? It's impossible for the Principal Guard of Aoyama to join hands with those juniors to attack Qilin. If Qilin is wounded severely by Jing Jiu later, I don't mind sneak-attacking him. But if the same thing happened in the Fiend Prison, I won't be able to stand it. "
Thinking of the Old Dragon who had died in front of him, the white cat meowed regretfully.
He suddenly felt something was not right, wondering why he had thought so much and told the monk all this.
He turned to look at the young monk again. This time, he turned very slowly, as if he was frozen by the cold wind.
"You'd better not strike. Our Aoyama can't afford to lose face like that."
The young monk walked to the side of the cat and sat down. His right hand landed on the head of the cat, and then he stroked the cat from head to tail.
His movement was quite skillful, as if he had done it for hundreds of years.
The cat's hair would normally be smoother after being stroked; but it was the opposite at the moment. The white cat's hair stood up all over, fluttering in the cold wind. He looked like a dandelion that was about to be blown away by the wind.
The standing up of the cat's hair meant he was angry, and it was the sign of a fight. More often than not, it was because of fear.
The white cat's eyes were full of fear, and his pupils had shrunk to the size of tiny black grains. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to see clearly.
He could have killed the young monk with a single claw, but … how dare he?
Just like back then at Bihu Peak, he could have easily killed Jing Jiu, but he didn't do it.
In just an instant, the white cat's mind was filled with the filthiest swear words in the world, and they couldn't be written down.
Because his spirit was about to collapse.
But even so, he was very careful to use the swear words on himself and his fate, not daring to provoke the young monk.
The White Ghosts that guarded Aoyama had always been known for their brutality. Even the Sect Master did not care about them, but there would always be someone in the world that they feared.
At times like that, he was more timid than anyone else.
What he was really afraid of was the Senior Brother and Junior Brother.
To be more precise, he was most afraid of the Senior Brother. Because the Senior Brother was more capable of killing than the Junior Brother, he was more daring to kill, he was more treacherous, more miserable, colder, more cruel, more intelligent, more flawless, more ingenious, more invincible, more powerful, more elegant, more elegant, more imposing, more …
"Graceful is a good word. Although I'm not as good-looking as him, I'm still more lively than his dead-looking face."
The young monk was, of course, Yin San.
He said with a smile, "But you don't have to think so much to please me. My current state is really low. You can try to kill me."
If cats could cry, Liu Ada's tears would have formed a river by now.
The Senior Brother and Junior Brother said the same thing when they met for the first time after their rebirth.
At this time, he was completely sure that the smell he smelled on those pieces of paper a few years ago … was the smell of a real person.
It smelled so good.
He meowed softly and rubbed against Yin San's feet, trying to please him.
"This is really a good place to watch a show."
Looking at the Tranquil Garden in the distance on the other side of the mountain, Yin San revealed a faint smile.
His monk's robe was fluttering in the cold wind, bringing the smell of firecrackers and cured meat in the village.
The story wasn't over yet.
Today was just the beginning.
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It was deathly quiet in the Tranquil Garden.
Everybody was waiting for Kylin's third strike.
The sword named the Sword of the Universe was held in Jing Jiu's hand, but nobody was optimistic about his victory.
The gap between the living states could only be made up by the state. A human Cultivation practitioner in the middle state of the Free Travel could never be a match for a Kylin in the state of Yuanying.
An incomparably strong pressure was emitted from Kylin's body, shrouding the entire Tranquil Garden.
The weed in the cracks of the flagstones clung to the ground, unable to stand up anymore, and was slowly crushed into powder.
Monk Duhai waved his sleeve again to release the Zen intent, isolating Kylin's pressure so that Xi Yiyun and the other young disciples wouldn't be seriously injured.
As profound as his state was, it was still difficult for him to isolate Kylin's pressure. It was hard to imagine how Jing Jiu would deal with it.
Jing Jiu didn't wait for Kylin's third strike.
He chose to take the initiative again.
The desolate and desolate Sword of the Universe broke through the pressure and arrived in front of Kylin after passing through the air that had become many times more viscous.
The high-speed friction created a bright light, which seemed to be on fire. The desolate and desolate atmosphere suddenly became violent, with a trace of eerie danger hidden in it.
The flame brought up by the Sword of the Universe illuminated Kylin's face clearly.
The tendons under his skin looked like intertwined old vines, which looked extremely ugly, and the two horns looked horrifying.
Kylin thought the sword was indeed interesting, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Affected by the pressure, Jing Jiu's strike this time was obviously much slower than the previous one.
However, when he was about to grab Jing Jiu's sword and kill him, the sword disappeared in front of his eyes. Crack!
There was a soft rustling sound, followed by countless soft rustling sounds.
Countless tiny tears appeared on Kylin's clothes.
A tiny cut appeared on his earlobe.
An extremely small cut appeared on his nose and the corner of his lips.
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