"Master, today is your most important day. I have been busy all the time for this. I deserve a day off. Didn't you agree to this?" Jing Liu calmly put the broken sword on his waist, the coldness on his face was like frost and snow. But soon, the coldness dissipated like a cloud. She almost forgot that Jing Yuan had already left the army. But every time I heard him call me Master, the day when I accepted him as my disciple seemed like just yesterday. Jingyuan is not suitable for martial arts training. Or maybe he just doesn't like using a sword. At least when he was selecting disciples to teach on that day, among the children standing on the training ground, he was the only one whose sword skills were slightly inferior. But Jingliu still took a liking to him. There is no need for talent in choosing a disciple. She will teach anyone who wants to learn her sword.
She chose Jing Yuan simply because she was attracted by the toughness in his bones and the laziness in his face when he had a few minutes of leisure time. This laziness is very similar to Jinyun. She couldn't help but think of her first meeting with Jing Yuan. At that time, the young man in front of her with messy hair and lazy expression was just an energetic teenager, about the same age as she was when she met Jin Yun. This young child, who has many ideas, once asked the same question as I did back then: [Why is Master so obsessed with using the sword? There are thousands of weapons that can kill the enemy. Even if it is to destroy that star, Zhu Minghuo of Xianzhou can probably do it.] His question made Jingliu feel childish from the bottom of his heart. This question was like asking a poet why he wrote poetry? There are many ways to express yourself, but there is only one way that belongs to you. But she was not qualified to criticize him, so she answered him with the original words Jinyun said to her: [Since you have chosen the sword, you must follow this path and make it a sharp blade to defend and conquer] In fact, Jingliu always felt a little guilty towards Jingyuan. She should be ashamed of herself. She makes a living by using swords, but she claims to know them like the back of her hand. They seem to have become a part of oneself, and one with them whether walking, sitting or lying down. But she doesn't teach. Especially when facing Jing Yuan, who was slightly inferior in sword-fighting aptitude, she could not think of any more effective teaching method except supervising him morning and evening, and cleaning up his dirt and scars. As she gets older, she always feels tired during this period. Her increasingly cold-hearted character also made it impossible for her to treat Jing Yuan as gently as Jin Yun treated her. [General Teng Xiao, has Master always been so cold? ] [No, according to the Cloud Cavalry who survived in Cangcheng, she was quite cheerful when she was studying.] [Then how did she become like this? ]
[Well...it's probably related to the name on the Dongtian Cenotaph] These were the answers Jing Yuan got after asking Teng Xiao. So in his spare time, Jingyuan would ask some questions about Jinyun. To Jingliu, that name was not some kind of dragon's reverse scale. On the contrary, whenever Jinyun is mentioned, an indelible tenderness always appears between Jingliu's cold brows. She would tell Jingyuan some things about Jinyun, as if only when she was immersed in the memories of the past could she feel a little peace. - Led by Jing Yuan, Jing Liu came all the way to the martial arts arena, where the ceremony of crowning and conferring the title of sword master was held. She used to want to achieve great things all the time and become a legend leaving her name on the fairy boat. But today, she personally no longer cares about these fleeting fame. If this ceremony had not attracted much attention from her friends, she wouldn't even mind missing it. That's right, friends. She has always been accompanied by swords, but she has also made many friends. The moment he was awarded the title of Sword Master, a sharp blade pierced the sky with the force of thunder and went straight into the martial arts stage for several feet. Only the hilt of the sword remained on the stage, motionless, causing the whole audience to be shocked. Jingliu raised his head and looked at the craftsman Ying Xing, who was dressed in black and walking slowly towards him. "The sword I made is the only one that can truly demonstrate its magic." Ying Xing was puzzled by the broken sword that Jing Liu always wore on his waist. At first, he thought that the other party had never used a good sword, so he was bothered by a piece of scrap copper and iron. Later he realized that the broken sword represented the past. "Jingliu, we can't be bound by the past, we must always look forward~" Bai Heng, a fox girl who was an unknown guest, brought her rare treasures and the immortal awakening created by the other side of the starry sea. Even the lonely and aloof Luofu Dragon Lord attended the celebratory reception after the ceremony under the arrangement of Bai Heng Jingyuan. Surrounded by friends and enjoying a glass of wine, Jing Liu looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and made a bold statement: "Even if it's the stars in the sky, I will cut them down." After saying this, she froze like a puppet with its strings cut. The person who has always been in my dreams and heart said these words when he was lying in my arms. [Jingliu, since you can kill me today, there will be no sword that can make you hesitate from now on.] [You can even cut down the stars in the sky. ] She put down her glass and said goodbye to her companions.
But after saying goodbye, she suddenly realized that she had nowhere to go. Having been single for more than nine hundred years, he has neither a partner nor a family. For her, the person who could have been her partner had died more than nine hundred years ago. His death also took away the possibility of starting a family. It's ironic to say, it seems that in this world, the only place that can make one feel at ease is that small cenotaph in a corner of the cave. Still drunk, she went to the grave and sat on the ground. As his fingers stroked the cold stele, Jing Liu couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile. After his death, not even a body was left behind. They were clearly barbarians, but there were no corpses. Jingliu remembered Jinyun said that he was from Earth. She searched the library but could not find any relevant records. I heard from Bai Heng that there is a planet called Punklod which is very similar to what he described, but it is not Earth. The wish of "seeing the place where my lover was born" is so difficult. She leaned against the tombstone, tears streaming from her eyes which had not been wet for a long time. "Jinyun..." "Maybe I missed you a little." She murmured, resting her head on the tombstone, and gradually fell asleep. Half asleep and half awake, in a hazy state of consciousness, she seemed to hear a voice - [The figurine is really exquisitely made. 】 Chapter 69 He Who Can't Be Touched Such a familiar voice. Even though more than nine hundred years had passed, and even though her mind had been gradually filled with all kinds of worries, Jing Liu still hadn't forgotten this voice that haunted her and was engraved in her heart. Jinyun... This is Jinyun's voice... Jingliu subconsciously wanted to open her eyes, but the intense fatigue and lethargy that swept through her brain made her unable to do anything. She couldn't even complete such a trivial action as moving her little finger. It was just a dream... Lucid dreaming. The people of Xianzhou are very obsessed with their dreams. In many cases, dreams are a reflection of objective reality and personal desires. Not only does Xianzhou have special dream interpreters, but even the people of Taibu Si sometimes use dreams to tell fortunes.
The demonic body is the fate of the immortals. As they grow older, under the erosion of time, the immortals' ability to perceive emotions has become extremely dull. Those beautiful, peaceful memories have gradually faded away, leaving only the most extreme, vivid memories. In other words, the remnants of memories of pain and regret will gradually fill the memory space of the immortals. Unable to perceive happiness and joy, the pain, regret, hatred and other emotions engraved in the heart like scars constantly stimulate the memory. When a weak soul can no longer endure the day and night torture of these extreme emotions, and suffers from the cancer of immortality, the body that seems to have endless life will fall into the devil's shadow. Until then, the dream will disappear. Over the past few hundred years, she would often dream about that night. The blood-emitting demon star, carrying the burning earth and mountains, rushed towards her. She was like a sailor struggling in the stormy waves, trying to grab a floating float. But the nightmare that made her feel powerless would eventually have a reassuring ending. She would see that familiar figure in her dreams, and his appearance made natural disasters no longer scary. Under his sword, even something as mighty as a star is nothing more than a slightly larger speck of dust. The days of dreaming are becoming fewer and fewer. Jingliu has very contradictory feelings about dreaming. On the one hand, she resisted dreaming because she always dreamed of Jinyun being killed by her own hands. but. If I stop dreaming... If your memories fade away... Jinyun, where else can I go to see you? The lucid dream he had had for a long time gave Jingliu a sense of relief. Only at this time can she do what she wants to do and see the people she wants to see. She felt as if her body was floating on a calm lake, with the rippling waves of the lake echoing in her ears. As she relaxed more and more, her heavy body seemed to break free from the constraints of the flesh and floated towards the sky, floating until it sank into the clouds. She lay peacefully among the white clouds, surrounded by fluffy cotton, soft and warm. "Dream." "Take me away." "Take me to see him, the man who has been haunting me." A white cloud rolled with her thoughts, carrying her floating in the sea of clouds. The bright moon hanging in the sky remains unchanged, and the bright white moonlight shines on the body, bringing a hint of gentle coolness in the coldness.
After an unknown amount of time, Jingliu felt that the white cloud carrying him had stopped. Not only that, a completely different sense of reality than before also enveloped her at this moment. She was surprised to find that in this dream, she could control her body easily and freely. She tried to open her eyes, and this time, she finally didn't feel as weak and powerless as before.