Chapter 272 Perhaps This Is the Illusion? [Two in One]

Thousands of miles of desolate smoke and white bones fill the fields.

The sounds of fighting echoed in the empty and bloody valley. A group of remnants of the army, about two hundred people, formed a crescent-shaped formation. The murderous intent was concentrated in one place, surrounding the two young men who were leaning against the mountain wall in an arc.

The commander who was blessed by the eye of the formation was wearing a set of black armor with cloud patterns and holding a spear. He looked ferocious and every shot was accompanied by a fierce black wind.

call--

Another shot came, bringing murderous intent to the face.

The young man in a dirty monk's robe had red eyes, but his strength was already exhausted. He raised one hand and no longer used any magical powers. He just wrapped himself in a layer of golden light and grabbed the sharp spear with his bare hands!

laugh.

His palm was pierced, but he held the sharp point tightly with his left hand, refusing to let go at all.

Next to him, a young man in torn clothes, also with a strong determination to die, held a broken knife in his palm, turned over, and stabbed it into the neck of the horse under the commander's crotch.

It was pulled out with a "pu" sound, and hot blood splattered.

The dragon colt fell, and the commander fell to the ground. The two young men rushed over with roars, and the three of them were entangled in a fight. The soldiers who had formed a formation behind them surrounded them, and for a while, the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the valley finally became quiet.

Countless bodies were piled up in one place, like a dead place. After a while, one of the bodies was pushed aside, and a bloody young man crawled out, then turned around and dragged up the young monk behind him.

"I..." the young monk said with a weak breath, "I'm afraid I will have to stay here for a long time. You can go on alone."

"It's not too late to say this when you are really at the end of your rope," said the young man.

The two of them came to Shuangbei City to familiarize themselves with the situation, and they happened to catch up with Jiuyang's attack on the city. They were assigned to escort a group of civilians back to the interior. However, they were caught up by Jiuyang's cavalry, and they fought all the way, watching all the civilians being slaughtered, and finally only the two of them were left.

National hatred and family feuds are spreading like wildfire.

This caused them to accumulate deep hatred for the Martingale army.

They had encountered countless Yang people along the way. Earlier, they had even fought against a large army of thousands of people, otherwise their true energy would not have been exhausted to this extent. Later, they wandered around in exile and encountered many remnant armies, which led to their current situation.

Now both of them have firm eyes, as if they have gone through some kind of polishing.

But just as they walked out of the valley, they saw another army on the opposite side, already waiting in a long formation. Behind their huge black shields were archers' arrows.

The chilly air reaches the sky.

"Another martingale." The young master murmured, "It seems that we really have to stay here."

"You are of noble status. If you are willing to surrender, there may be a glimmer of hope." said the young monk.

"Because I'm a descendant of the Qi family?" The young master smiled softly, "It is precisely because I am the grandson of Qi Kunlun that I will never surrender. When the country is prosperous, I enjoy all the honors. When the country is in danger, I should be the first to die. This is what the descendants of aristocratic families should do. If someone like me surrenders, who else will be willing to go to the battlefield?"

"today……"

"It's a dead country."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put the powerless young monk down, holding a broken blade that he had picked up from somewhere, and rushed towards the army in front!

This usually gentle and refined head of the academy let out such a high-pitched roar for the first time in his life! He rushed to the shield formation in the rain of arrows, blasted a huge shield with one palm, and killed two Martingale soldiers before being pierced through the body by six or seven spears.

The young monk behind him had died quietly at some point in time.

……

"You guys are awake."

Qi Yingwu and Chen Xuanjiu both opened their eyes, looked at the nun with flowers in her hair standing silently in front of them, then looked at their living companions, and memories gradually emerged.

It turned out that Taoist Feng had previously commented that they lacked the will to fight, so he asked the nun Zanhua to create an illusion in front of the Buddha for them.

In the illusion, they would forget this part of their memories and regard everything in it as real. The cultivation of the nun was far higher than theirs, so naturally they would not be able to find any flaws.

As a result, they experienced an extremely real national hatred. Seeing the scene of the Yang people slaughtering people aroused their inner bloodiness.

Although everything they experienced was fake, the sharpness in their eyes was truly sharp.

"Fortunately, all of this is an illusion." Xuan Jiu said faintly: "Once the war starts, all lives will be destroyed. It is really too terrible."

As a person who practices compassion, his inner struggle when he rushed into the illusion should have been much stronger than Qi Yingwu's.

"You all have strong wills." The nun said, "Master Feng said that you should practice in the illusion for six days. I thought you would not be able to hold on for four or five days at most. I didn't expect that you were still fighting until the last moment. I had to force the illusion to kill you."

As the creator, she naturally knew everything they had experienced in the past six days, and she also saw that these young people did not lack the will to fight, they just needed an environment that could inspire it all.

"But you must know that if we are at a disadvantage in the struggle between Yin Dynasty and Jiuyang, all this may come true immediately. The Northwest War and the fall of Jiuzhou five hundred years ago were far more tragic than what you have seen." Taoist Feng's voice came from behind.

He smiled and looked at the two young men who had undergone some transformation. "Come out, get some fresh air, and reunite with everyone. I will now tell you about the next trial."

"Okay." The two followed him out of the quiet room.

As soon as I walked out and saw the bright sunshine, the haze in my heart was completely dispelled.

Before I could sigh, I heard shouting over there. I walked out of the yard and saw three figures quarreling on the hillside, as if they were arguing about something.

They were Yan Shenbing, Lin Fenghe and Wu Handing.

"They are still fighting." Qi Yingwu was not surprised by this result.

"The relationship between these three brothers has become stronger in the past few days, and they are discussing the matter of becoming sworn brothers." Taoist Feng had a smile on his face, as if he was in control of the situation.

"Ah?" Now it was the two's turn to be surprised.

Yan Shenbing said firmly, "I am the oldest and the strongest, so I am naturally the eldest brother. If any of you two disagree, you can challenge me in a duel."

"I have no objection to you being the eldest brother, but why should I be the third oldest?" Wu Handing said, "Since Lin Fenghe and I were born on the same day, we should count according to the time of birth. I was born early in the morning, how could you be born earlier than me?"

Lin Fenghe looked up at the sky and said slowly, "I remember when I was born, the sky was dark and it was just after midnight, so I was born earlier than you."

Wu Handing glared and asked, "You have memories of the day you were born?"

Lin Fenghe said: "People's physiques are not the same..."

"My two dear brothers, what is there to argue about?" Yan Shenbing said.

"If ranking doesn't matter, how about I be the big brother?" Wu Handing asked tentatively.

Yan Shenbing's face turned serious, "Then let's have a one-on-one duel."

Lin Fenghe said to himself: "No matter who is the eldest brother, I just want to be the second brother. This title sounds invincible."

Wu Handing was also a little angry, "No, I don't want to be the youngest."

Seeing that the atmosphere was deadlocked, the three-person sworn brotherhood was about to fail because of a ranking issue.

"I have a plan." At the critical moment, Yan Shenbing stepped out to take responsibility. He pointed at the two men and said, "You are the second in command, and you are also the second in command. It would be great if both of you were the second in command."

"Can there be two of these things?" Wu Handing expressed his doubt.

"What does it matter?" Yan Shenbing said, "We understand it ourselves."

"I don't care." Lin Fenghe looked up at the sky, where the white clouds were long and boundless. "Anyway, I'm the second brother, that's all."

"Okay! Come on then." Yan Shenbing lifted his robe and knelt down first, followed by the other two.

"Heaven above and the thick earth are our witnesses. Today, the three of us brothers are sworn brothers. I, the eldest, am Yan Shenbing."

"I, the second brother, Lin Fenghe."

"I am also the second one, Wu Handing!"

"Three brothers, we don't ask to be born on the same day, month and year, but we ask to die on the same day! Today we swear to never betray each other!"

After the simple ceremony, the three of them were beaming with joy. Yan Shenbing turned around and bowed, “Second brother, second brother.”

Lin Fenghe also bowed and said, "Big brother, second brother."

Wu Handing also nodded and bowed, "Big brother, second brother."

The three of them were having a great time.

But to outsiders, this scene was extremely strange.

Qi Yingwu was not surprised by how many younger brothers these three people had. After all, the world is full of wonders. But he was surprised that these three people could get along so harmoniously. When they were in the same team with him, Wu Handing and Lin Fenghe were almost at odds with each other. Qi Yingwu had tried to ease the situation, but they were not very receptive to communication.

How did you get to where you are today?
Could it be that Yan Shenbing has some unique communication skills?
Taoist Feng seemed to see the doubt in his heart and said, "The hot pot at Jinguan Mansion down the mountain is very famous. They eat it every day recently."

"Is that enough?" Qi Yingwu became more and more confused.

"Of course." Taoist Feng said with a smile, "There is nothing that can't be solved with a hot pot meal."

……

As the commotion was going on here, Monk Yuansheng also came over.

"You're back too?" Taoist Feng greeted him, "How was your practice with Wang Rulin these days?"

"Master Shouyi is unfathomable. I have really benefited a lot from his teachings in the past few days." Monk Yuansheng answered seriously.

"Yes, with your strength, if you can learn some of his cunningness, you still have a bright future." Taoist Feng nodded.

"What do you mean by cunning?" Monk Yuansheng blinked. "What Master Shouyi has taught me these days are just some ways to make friends, but there are no sinister or cunning tricks."

"That's right, that's exactly what it tastes like." Taoist Feng praised, "It seems like you have learned the essence."

"Master Shouyi said that he has something else to do, and Liang Yue will have enlightenment within ten minutes, so he will not come to see his disciples." Monk Yuansheng relayed the message.

"Liang Yue's enlightenment took him six days, which is two months in ten rounds of the bell. It's really a bit long." Taoist Feng released the golden bell and checked his condition with everyone else.

"Two months?" Chen Xuanjiu, who had been calm and composed until now, finally widened his eyes when he heard this.

Inside the golden bell, Liang Yue was seen closing his eyes, holding a long sword in his hand, swinging it from time to time. The tip of the sword had a strange arc, sometimes moving to the east, sometimes to the west, completely unpredictable.

There is a faint mysterious Taoist rhythm flowing above.

Enlightenment refers to a sudden inspiration that makes you understand something.

If one is at the Grandmaster level or above, it is normal to spend months or even years comprehending a little spiritual enlightenment. But at the fifth and sixth levels, there is basically nothing that requires such a long time to comprehend.

If you figure it out, you figure it out. If you don’t figure it out, you would have woken up long ago.

There is only one possibility that he could have an epiphany lasting two months.

That means enlightenment again and again.

After one sudden realization, I began to understand the next one, and the next ones continued to come.

Continued.

And it lasted for more than two months. Can that be called enlightenment? This is simply a daily routine.

Is there something wrong?

Monk Yuansheng looked at Liang Yue's appearance in the golden bell and shook his bald head, saying, "As expected of Master Shouyi, he is the only disciple he taught. My comprehension is far inferior to his."

"It's not your fault." Taoist Feng also found it unbelievable. "Among humans, I have never seen anyone whose comprehension can compare to his."

Qi Yingwu looked at Liang Yue, who had just completed two months of enlightenment, and then looked at Monk Yuansheng who looked very clever. He listened to his eldest brother Yan Shenbing and his two younger brothers having fun together, and he always felt that something was not right.

He turned to look at Chen Xuanjiu with a suspicious look on his face: "Do you think it is possible..."

"Yeah." Chen Xuanjiu had the same idea as him: "Perhaps, this is an illusion."

……

The reason why Liang Yue took so long to realize his enlightenment was because he had embarked on a very difficult road.

After comprehending the Dao rhyme of time, a flash of light suddenly occurred to his mind, and he had a deeper understanding of the visualization picture that Wang Rulin had planted in his mind.

"With just a casual sword strike, I can become an immortal. From now on, I don't have to go to the sky anymore!"

The third move of the Three Absolute Swords is to seal the immortal with one sword.

The Avenue of Time is the door that opens this move. He watched Wang Rulin's movements in the visualization picture again and again in his mind. That sword seemed to be swung casually, but the sword energy in it was extremely mysterious and it looked like it was definitely not something a warrior could produce.

This rhythm is complex, and it clearly seems like the great supernatural power of a Qi-refining practitioner.

It was even difficult for him to see clearly how many types of Dao rhyme there were.

Tens of thousands of years before this, there had never been a martial art that was so complex. Only a genius like Wang Rulin, who practiced Qigong and then abandoned Taoism to practice martial arts, and was extremely proficient in both paths, could have created such a unique skill.

After reading it over and over again for countless times, Liang Yue still couldn't see the full rhyme of the Tao in it. He could only see part of it, but he finally realized one thing.

This sword is not a killing move, but more like a seal.

The sword seals the immortal, and it seems to exist to suppress something.

"It seems that this sword is still too difficult for me." After watching it thousands and tens of thousands of times, Liang Yue finally gave up the visualization and opened his eyes.

He casually swung the sword and felt the rhythm of Tao flowing and moving with his body.

It seems that during the time of visualization just now, my hands have not been idle, and have been moving along with the visualization. Invisibly, I have completely integrated the newly comprehended rhythm of time.

When he touched his beard again, he found that it had grown so long that it fluttered in the wind.

A feeling of deficiency came over him throughout his body. Sudden enlightenment and visualization were things that consumed a lot of his energy and blood, and he had continued for too long without replenishing it. Now he had lost a lot of weight.

"How long have I been in this state of enlightenment?" Liang Yue then realized that the time he had been immersed in the spiritual world was much longer than he thought.

Just as he was surprised, the golden bell slowly opened, a flash of light appeared, and the savage-like Liang Yue saw a group of people in front of him who had changed in different ways.

"Everyone..." He looked around, "It's been six days?"

"For you, more than two months have passed." Taoist Feng said with a smile, "It took you a really long time to realize this time."

"What?" Liang Yue was shocked.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn’t expect it to take this long.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's go to the Demon Valley where the next trial is. I'll tell you the rules of the second trial." Taoist Feng waved his hand, "Call the others over as well."

"Wait." Liang Yue quickly raised his hand, "I still want to go wash up and clean up first."

He added silently in his heart... before Senior Sister Wen came.

After obtaining permission, he hurriedly left the main courtyard and went to his residence.

But what you fear will come true. As soon as you walk out of the hospital gate, you meet Wen Yifan in the corridor. He is dressed in white and walks towards you slowly.

"Ah." Liang Yue covered his face in embarrassment.

Wen Yifan walked over from a distance, and seeing him like this, he tilted his head slightly, "He looks pretty tough like this."

"Hehe." Liang Yue smiled embarrassedly and was about to say something.

Wen Yifan suddenly took out the Qingqiu Sword and slashed it on his face.

The sword energy passed by his face, clearing away his beard without hurting his skin at all.

"But it still looks better this way." Wen Yifan said again.

Liang Yue couldn't help but be a little dazed, "Senior Sister Wen..."

Although this action is casual, it is still somewhat ambiguous.

But Wen Yifan's expressionless face made him a little confused about her attitude.

It didn't matter that the two of them met. Qi Yingwu, who was sitting behind him, had also been sitting for six days and was about to go back to wash up. As soon as he came out, he saw this scene from afar. He frowned, feeling extremely strange, and quickly turned back.

Chen Xuanjiu, who was behind him, was almost hit by him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Yingwu shook his head and said, "Xuan Jiu, you will never guess what I saw."

After a pause, he said, "I saw Miss Wen shaving Liang Yue."

Chen Xuanjiu also blinked, "Sure enough, this is an illusion!"

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)