Nightfall Chapter 144: The wood has become a boat
The clouds disappeared and thunder scattered.
The wooden sword vibrated slightly and flew back to the rice sea from the front of Qingxia, hovering calmly.
Ye Su raised his eyebrows slightly.
He knew Jun Mo was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.
If you cross the threshold above the five realms, you can create your own rules in Haotian's world.
The second brother did not cross the five realms, but found his strongest belief in the established rules of the Vast Sky World, so that those rules became his exclusive rules.
In a sense, this method has gone beyond the five realms.
Ye Su's eyebrows are flattening, and his mind is flattening.
He has already drawn the sword, and now it is the second brother's turn to play the sword.
He looked at Qingxia, waved his arms, flicked his sleeves, and put himself behind him, and said calmly, "Please."
Second brother out of the sword.
His sword is simpler.
The broad and straight iron sword left his right hand and left Qingxia.
The iron sword was about one person high from the ground in the wilderness, and flew slowly towards the rice field.
There is a distance from Qingxia to the rice fields, and the land is stained with blood.
It's not blood, it's the blood of countless cavalry and war horses in the past two days.
The field is soaked in blood and water, black and black, and exudes a pungent smell of blood.
Especially the field before the Daohai Sea, where blood has accumulated like ink, and the soil has changed color.
The iron sword flew over the blood-stained field without a trace of blood.
But there is more death.
It's not dead silence, not heartbroken like death, but decisive thinking.
Extremely killing.
Before Qingxia today, he and Ye Su met.
Meeting is not meeting, because the swords in the hands of two people have never met.
His iron sword wanted Ye Su to meet with a wooden sword.
This iron sword has already killed thousands of people.
The blood in the wilderness was chopped out by this iron sword.
It is Iron Sword's own blood.
Iron Sword and his own blood met, the momentum was full to the extreme, and the killing was extremely serious.
Only when we met by courtesy, we met by sword.
Even Ye Su. Before such a domineering sword. Can't avoid it.
He can only greet each other with a sword.
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In the southern wilderness in the distance, Liu Bai slowly stood up by the carriage, looked at the iron sword at Qingxia, and said: "This sword finally has some meaning."
The battle of Qingxia lasted for more than two days, and the world's top powerhouse never made a move, because he has been waiting for Jun Mo to reach the strongest state, otherwise it would be meaningless.
Looking at this iron sword at this time, he finally made an interesting evaluation, which means. He thinks that the second senior brother at this time has been promoted to the strongest state, and he wants to take this sword very much.
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This iron sword is really interesting.
Even more interesting than Liu Bai thought.
The iron sword still represents the rules of the second brother.
Or black or white, without gray.
It's either life or death, not both.
Either fight or lose, there is no escape.
Faced with such a decisive sword, no matter who it is, he must make the most decisive choice and decision.
You must choose a road, you must choose a direction.
There is no third way in the world. The weeds on the wall cannot fall to their own position.
This iron sword is beyond the scope of domineering. Faintly exuding a sense of uprightness.
Give you the opportunity to choose, then crush you and kill you.
This is kingly way.
How would you choose between life and death?
Even if you really have broken life and death, life and death are still there.
Seeing through does not mean you can. On the contrary, because you see too much, you don’t know how to choose.
If you don't choose, that is failure.
This is the problem that Tiejian presented to Ye Su.
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Ye Su didn't pick up this iron sword.
Because the iron sword is the opponent's rule, once he takes it. It is tantamount to accepting the opponent's rules, so no matter how the battle develops, he can no longer change the passive situation.
But Iron Sword wants him to pick it up.
What can he do?
Ye Su asked the rice field to pick up the iron sword.
This paddy field is his rule.
Before the Iron Sword came out of Qingxia, he had already taken up his hands and flicked his sleeves.
There was a breeze coming out of my sleeves, and the golden rice was trembling gently, sometimes bending over.
A wide and straight iron sword. Enter the rice sea.
The sea of rice is gradually divided, like lake water, like sea water, like the pine in the green mountains.
The weeds on the fields are stained with blood.
The unharvested autumn rice is stained with blood.
Where the iron sword passed, the weeds were split into chips, flying up and down in the rice fields.
The heavy ears of rice fall with the intent of the sword.
The rice stalk, who had lost the heavy burden, straightened up suddenly and bounced Inaba into the air.
The ears of rice fell to the ground. Before they fell to the ground, the rice was peeled off and fluttered with the rice leaves.
The bran on the rice cracked, revealing round and crystal grains.
The rice grains are scattered everywhere in the autumn breeze, like pearls reflecting the sunlight, which is very beautiful.
The rice grains thrown into the air were burnt yellow by the sun, giving off the fragrance of rice.
The rice grains that fell on the ground were soaked in blood and turned black, sneaking into the mud quietly.
In the soil, green rice leaves grow.
Inaba stretches into the air, seeming to be firm.
In a very short moment, this rice field experienced harvest, death and rebirth.
The separation of life and death in the rice field is just staged in front of people.
This process is very continuous, and the cycle of life and death becomes a perfect harmony, and there is no clear dividing line.
The iron sword flying in the rice field did not find the dividing line.
Iron Sword still moved forward in silence.
Rice grows in the sea of rice, suddenly ill, rustling.
A hurricane blasted from the iron sword and howled above the sea of rice.
The wooden sword hung in the air in front of Ye Su, being blown up and down by the hurricane.
In the raging sea of rice, it was like a humble boat.
The boat has no power. With the power of the rice sea and the sword wind, it sways in the stormy sea.
No matter how big the waves are, no matter how mad the wind, the boat never sinks, appearing and floating between the black water and the white waves.
A moment ago, the boat sank into the icy bottom of death.
After a while, the boat floated to the sea and saw the blue sky of life.
Because this boat has no deck and no cabin.
This boat is a wooden sword.
The wooden sword is the simplest piece of wood.
On the ocean of life and death. The wooden sword just floated aimlessly.
It does not survive. Don't ask for death.
Life and death cannot happen to him.
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I don't know how long has passed.
The wind gradually stopped, the rice sea became quiet, and nothing seemed to happen.
Only the new young seedlings in the soil of the rice field prove something.
Ye Su reached out into the air above the rice field and caught a few grains of rice.
The newly peeled rice of Xindao is very plump, roasted by the sun until it is browned, and exudes sweetness.
He picked up a grain of rice with his fingers and put it in his lips.
He chewed slowly, a smile on his face. Which has its own real taste.
"More than ten years ago, I traveled all over the world, thinking that I had broken through life and death. From then on, I have no fear anymore. My thoughts are what the sword points to, and the sword heart is bright..."
Ye Su sprinkled a few grains of rice in the palm of his hand into the rice field, smiled and said, "If it were me at the time, I would face your sword. I must take it. And I will lose."
"Until a few years ago, on the top of the snowy peak of the wasteland, I faced the sky full of sunshine and stabbed Mr. Da with a calm sword intent, and I realized that I was wrong."
Ye Su smiled gradually, and said calmly: "Because my sword that I thought had penetrated life and death, I didn't stab Mr. Da at all. Even the water in the pool did not arouse a trace."
"Because Mr. Da is reading a book while sitting by the pool, he didn't even look at my sword at all, he didn't even think about it. Then I realized that... if you see through life and death, you cannot see through."
"Later I went to Chang'an City and lived in a dilapidated little Taoist temple for a long time. I watched the Taoist temple collapse and the rain canopies in the neighborhood broke. I am no longer outside the world, but alive. From the inside, I started to repair the eaves for the neighbourhood, and the Taoist temple brick by brick, and then I understood the truth of break and resurrection."
Ye Su looked at the **** water on the edge of the rice field and said: "Blood represents death, but the watered field is extremely fertile. Bleeding rice growing on this field will be delicious next year."
"Destroy and then regenerate, so endlessly, this is life."
"There is no death in the world."
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The second brother looked at him standing in the rice field and suddenly said: "There is death."
Ye Su said: "I admit it, but at least within your time range, there is no death."
The second brother said: "In your mind, there is life and death, how do you break it?"
"The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism pursue the ultimate peace."
Ye Su said: "The purpose of investigating life and death is to be calm, but now I understand that death is eternal, life is fortune, and there are great sorrows and joys during this period, why must be calm?"
"The peace is false."
"Before life and death, there should be sorrow or joy, that is true."
"This is my current view of life and death."
"This view of life and death is very simple. It seems that there is no power, but there is no external force to break it."
"Whether it is your iron sword or anything else."
After listening to these words, the second brother was silent for a moment and said: "You are getting closer."
Ye Su said: "I haven't gained the Tao yet."
The second brother said: "However, your current way, and the way of Haotian, have already deviated."
Ye Su said: "The Tao is in Tianxin, or the Tao that Haotian made me realize."
The second brother said: "If Haotian says that your Tao is not Tao, what should you do?"
Ye Su looked at the scattered rice by his feet, and looked at the young crops in the soil. He was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and said calmly, "I still have my sword."
He reached out to the golden rice sea.
Hold the wooden sword.
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Everyone has their own way.
This has nothing to do with faith, and does not mean ungodly.
It's just that people like Ye Su will inevitably follow their own path.
The second brother's question is a real question.
Ye Su's answer is also a true answer.
He is ready.
This represents a shocking fact.
If Haotian agrees with his way, he will still be pious.
If Haotian disagrees with his way, he still has a sword.
Because the tree is done, he is willing to be the fool who carves a boat and asks for a sword.
Ye Su is a genius of Dao Sect and the most steadfast Haotian believer, otherwise the Lord would not accept him as a disciple.
No one knows when this change happened to him.
Is it on the snowy peak of the wasteland, or in the small Taoist temple in Chang'an?
In short, he held his sword.
This sword dared to ask the sky.
How powerful that should be.
Now, he is still a believer in Haotian.
Walking at the gate.
He doesn't need to ask God for this sword.
Instead, I came to ask Jun Mo.
Can Jun Mo catch it?
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(Shaking his head, it’s too difficult to write. Recently, it’s too difficult to write. My IQ is really worrying... Frowning, holding my hair and writing hard. I hope everyone thinks it’s still a success. There is still a chapter left.) {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}