Shattering the Mirror of Delusion Chapter 10

It is said that a dreamless night is the most satisfying one, but the incense lit by Adrian Wen seemed to have some counter-effects.

Lila Ni dreamed of a lot, many things that she thought she had completely forgotten.

On the three floating islands, there are layers of ladders, and ant-like people walk up and down, with large clouds and mist covering their figures from time to time.

Outside the Shili Guilang, which is covered with gold, there is the faint sound of flutes, and the flowerbeds are springy all year round. And by the Luoyun Lake, close to the sea of     clouds, there is a familiar sword shadow.

The snow-colored figure is erratic, like a cloud that gathers and disperses at times. The golden cloud pattern on her sleeves shines with dazzling luster. What is even more eye-catching is the sword light in her hand, which is as vast as a mountain and a river.

That is the Xishan Sword Technique, the Xishan Sword Technique in the hands of the Changsheng Sword Master.

Ethereal yet solid, agile yet vigorous, until a bit of sword light like a cold star brushed past her side.

"Xiaoyun, why are you here?"

Lila Ni woke up with a start, she gasped rapidly, her fingers unconsciously grasped the thin quilt, her face seemed sad and happy.

She can actually remember it!

She thought that all these things had been destroyed when the floating island capsized.

That should have been twenty-three years ago. At that time, the spiritual energy was restless, and all the immortal sects of the major aristocratic families gathered at Xinghua Continent in Zhonglu City, and together they decided on the method of adjusting the earth's veins with the spirit transformation array, which later generations called "Snow White" alliance".

At that time, her aunt was also in Xinghuazhou, but the Snow Alliance took too long, so she went back to Yunqi in the middle.

When she was five years old, she would never have thought that that would be her last time.

Ever since the floating island capsized, the past had seemed to her like the moon in a mirror, erratic and half-true, half-true and false. She no longer knew what had really happened and what was just a figment of her imagination.

But this time, she was sure that--that sword intent could not deceive anyone.

Lila Ni blinked blankly, feeling that his eyes were very bright. The sun shines in through the window paper, and the dust rises and falls. The sun is just right, and today is another sunny day.

She had slept past the hour. She stood up, poured a cup of overnight cold tea, and drank it in one gulp.

Not far from the government office, a narrow river slowly passed by. The sound of washing clothes was heard from time to time, and the fine foam gradually disappeared in the water.

Adrian Wen leaned against the window and looked at the flying figure in the forest on the other side of the river.

She has also learned swordsmanship. After all, long swords are probably the most commonly used weapons among monks. But common use does not mean that it is used well. There have always been more monks who use swords and fewer sword masters. Changzhou has established the sect for many years, and at most it only has a hundred disciples. Although there are Changzhou Sword Immortals in this generation, there are actually fewer disciples.

Someone once said that every monk will have his own swordsmanship to pursue, even if he practices the same mental method and practices the same sword manual.

She is right.

Ni Ya was like this, but she herself was different, so she gave up kendo, and Lila Ni...

Adrian Wen's face darkened unconsciously.

If Lila Ni had no intention of swordsmanship, he would not have such a cultivation level, let alone come to her. However, being obsessed with cultivation is not entirely a good thing.

Lila Ni called her "Uncle Master" and she took on those responsibilities.

She wanted Lila Ni alive.

One move after another, Lila Ni calmed down and got closer to the sword intention that seemed to be there but not yet there.

A trace of moisture slowly gathered on the tip of the sword, and the air became thick and stagnant. Lila Ni's sword movement became slower and slower, but it seemed to carry a faint thunder. With the silent stab, countless rays of light flashed and fell. , sweeping away the dull air, like a breeze after the rain.

"What a swordsmanship!" Wang Pingjun arrived at the other side of the river at some point and was looking at her from a distance across the river. He shouted angrily, "Would you like to have a fight with me?"

"good."

Wang Pingjun's sword is more like a knife, opening and closing widely. What's even rarer is that the opening is thunderous and windy. The sword edge, which is slightly thicker than an ordinary long sword, comes across the river with an indomitable momentum like thunder.

She has pushed her cultivation to the level of Bijian, the same as Lila Ni, but this momentum and years of experience will not change.

The sword energy slid to his eyes in the blink of an eye, and all the sparse branches and leaves were shattered before his eyes.

Lila Ni tipped his toes, took advantage of the situation and stepped aside half a step, turned around lightly, flew into the air, and stabbed straight down with a sword. The bright sword light instantly joined the battle.

Just for a moment, she felt something was wrong.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Wang Pingjun was actually prepared and turned around with ease. Not only did he block the sword, but he also took the two of them deep into the woods with the force of the sword.

Wherever they passed, the vegetation tore apart, and the loud noise startled the women washing clothes by the river to stand up immediately and look at the other side at a loss. Even the servants in the government office ran out in panic.

Adrian Wen leaned against the window and watched the fight between the two from a distance. In just a few breaths, the two had already executed dozens of moves. Discovering the movement underneath, she moved her fingers slightly, and an invisible restriction instantly blocked out the sound of fighting.

Mr. Wang also walked out. When he looked up suddenly and saw the man in green clothes, he already knew something about it.

"It's none of your business!"

Tuk Tuk ---

The knock on the door was extremely restrained, and the sound was just loud enough to be heard.

Lin He?

Adrian Wen frowned.

"Enter."

The door to the wing room was an ordinary wooden door. Perhaps it had not been used for too long and had been neglected to be oiled. When Lin He pushed the door open, it made a heartbreaking squeaking sound.

He was still leaning on crutches, his head hanging slightly, but thanks to his cultivation in the Self-Observation Realm, he made no sound at all.

"Yuanchun-kun, I'm sorry for disturbing you." He raised his head and said with a smile.

Adrian Wen's eyebrows deepened. Although he was smiling, Lin He looked almost desperate.

"Is there something wrong with Fellow Daoist Lin?"

"yes."

He sighed and shuffled forward slowly. He was very tall, and at a glance he saw two erratic sword shadows in the distance, and suddenly smiled.

This smile immediately alleviated the gloomy and gloomy feeling on his body.

This feels weird. Adrian Wen waited quietly, but Lin He seemed to be stuck in long memories, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

After a long while, he asked Adrian Wen in a nonchalant manner: "...Is she very good?"

Without waiting for an answer, he went on talking to himself, "She and I met at the Spring Night Banquet in Jincheng. That year, the Han River was calm and the waves were shining. She wore a long sword on her waist and was dressed in brocade clothes, which was considered to be the best in Pingze. I'm quite famous, and I'm known as Jin Yi Ke. I come from a craftsman's family, and my cultivation level is mediocre. I injured my leg due to evil practice, and I just planned to follow my cousin to experience it. "

Lin He took a deep breath and said with a bit of bitterness: "I never thought that I would see her dancing her sword by the river at a glance. I didn't mean to disturb her, but she saw me."

Young people like to join in the fun, and they also like to differentiate themselves, while the older ones each have their own plans. I don’t know since when, the three continents have developed their own gatherings. Unzhou is the Golden Autumn Society, and Pingtaek is the Luohua Poetry Society. , and northern Sichuan is the Spring Night Banquet.

Adrian Wen glanced at Lin He's expression and felt extremely familiar. In general, the warm spring night is indeed infinitely beautiful.

what about now?

The sky was already bright, and the cold light was swaying. The restriction could block the sound, but it could not block the figures of the two people. Wang Pingjun's sword style is fierce, and you can tell at a glance that he is a master who has been immersed in it for many years. Although Lila Ni's moves are still immature, he quickly became familiar with them during the fight.

Adrian Wen understood that Wang Pingjun had a love for talents and recruited him.

Lin He stared at the two of them without blinking, speechless for a long time. He didn't dare to overestimate Adrian Wen, and he ignored the matter. He had been away from the world for many years after the incident at the Soul-Calming Tower, and he was not a philanthropic person. If you want to induce them with benefits, then they have nothing to offer.

However, the Gu family is so powerful that this is one of the few opportunities.

"Neither of us is a sword cultivator, but my little girl has used a sword." The lame monk turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, "We lived near Fengming Valley at that time. She was very active and used the sword every day. Later, the three of us walked all over Pyeongtaek one after another, but..."

Lin He's voice became deeper and deeper, and his face became ferocious.

"But one day, she disappeared."

Adrian Wen was shocked and looked at Lin He with a more cautious look.

There are righteous monks, evil cultivators, and those who have gone crazy for various reasons. Now, Lin He may be among the latter.

Although from ancient times to the present, monks who have become obsessed with madness have not survived for one day, but during that day, their strength will be astonishingly strong, even if they only have the ability to exert half-step Yuanjun in the Guanwo Realm.

As if sensing Adrian Wen's gaze, Lin He lowered his head, and his hand on crutches turned white from the exertion.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and the death of a monk is like a lamp going out. His cultivation disintegrates into thousands of points of spiritual light, and the last thing left behind is only a gust of wind.

Even if you die at the end of your life, it's hard not to leave regrets, let alone die young.

Is the person in the formation still the same person?

"The Burning Bone Formation took a long time, and only relying on the massive amount of evil energy could shorten the time. Northern Sichuan is moistened by the Han River, and an ancient battlefield is connected to the upper reaches, so it is the most appropriate place. If the people behind the scenes are really holding the Gu family of Shuicheng City, then they should be It’s been planned for a long time.”

Lin He was silent for a long time, then almost murmured to himself and said, "There's just one thing I don't understand. In ancient times, all things could transform into spirits. So now, can those who have passed through the Bone Burning Formation still do the same?"

Adrian Wen: "After all, ancient times are so long ago that no one can say anything about what is happening now."

Lin He laughed twice, his voice slightly hoarse, "After Xiaofeng disappeared three years ago, we first went to the Twelve Pavilions. The monks from Fengtai told us to find the young master of the Gu family in Baoshui City. So we started from Ping Ze went all the way north and passed by Yanshan. It happened to be the birthday of old man Ma Hong, so he detoured to Yanqitan and walked along Hanchuan River. However, he accidentally ran into a group of evil cultivators. After some interrogation, he learned that the person was Ma Hong, the person given by the Gu family. A birthday gift from the old man."

"The Gu family has many contacts and is very ambitious. The legitimate son has close contacts with disciples of various famous sects, and he has frequently exchanged letters with monks from Sanzhou. At that time, the old man Ma Hong had not yet fallen into the ranks of evil cultivators, but For some reason, the relationship between Mr. Gu and old man Ma Hong was kept secret, and even Tingfengtai was kept a secret from him. "

Adrian Wen finally remembered that this old man Ma Hong was mentioned in the memorabilia of the cultivation world sent by Twelve Pavilions.

An evil cultivator who likes blood, is a good boy, has cruel methods, and is very good at hiding his whereabouts. Although everyone in northern Sichuan has issued reward orders, no one has ever been able to reveal the list.

Rumor has it that he inherited the inheritance from the last leader of the Yanshan Sect three hundred years ago. But this is unlikely. The Yanshan sect's techniques are peaceful, and the chance of becoming an evil cultivator is very small. The practice of eating blood seems to be the method of some evil cultivators.

However, time has changed, and now he is a demon cultivator. If he eats blood, he will be beaten and killed.

"If it is really what the Gu family did, what are Mr. Yuanchun's plans?" Lin He changed from his previous modesty, and his tone was almost aggressive.

Adrian Wen looked intently and saw that the two sword lights had disappeared from the field of vision. The two of them should have finished the competition. Wang Pingjun's swordsmanship is very rare and should be of great benefit to Lila Ni.

"...How are you doing?"

"Uprooted."

Downstairs, the two of them had already crossed the river talking and laughing.

"Madam, how much do you know?" Adrian Wen asked coldly.

"all."

There was silence in the wing. Lin He sighed softly, nodded, said hello and left.

Not long after, he appeared next to Wang Pingjun, his expression as before, as if nothing had happened.

"My nephew is young and promising, and he will definitely become a famous figure in the future." Wang Pingjun raised his head and looked at Adrian Wen, with a rare smile that was sincere.

Adrian Wen was startled and couldn't help but sigh softly. There are talents in the world from generation to generation, and someone once said this to Ni Ya. However, it has not come to pass.

"Uncle Master!"

Lila Ni raised his head, his eyes bright, because he had just finished the competition, and his face was still slightly sweaty. She probably wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and said nothing in the end. She just lowered her head and hurriedly entered the courtyard gate.

Unreasonable disappointment rose in my heart. Adrian Wen closed the window uncomfortably.

Lila Ni has stayed in Xinghuazhou for twelve years, and Felix Xie's children are about the same age as her. No matter how devoted they are to practicing, they should spend their free time going out with friends to enjoy the scenery. I want to follow her. These days are also boring her.

She suddenly regretted not agreeing to Nathan Zhao's proposal.

Tuk Tuk ---

The knock on the door came again. Adrian Wen was startled, and even more surprised after hearing the gasp that still hadn't completely subsided.

Lila Ni?

She took a few steps forward and opened the door.

The swordsman who had just finished the competition looked very excited, and the blush on his face had not gone away, but when he saw Adrian Wen, his face became a little more worried.

"Uncle, you don't look good," she paused and said with some caution, "Did Senior Lin say something just now?"

nothing. Adrian Wen subconsciously wanted to say this. Now that Lin He has already planned to disrupt Baoshui City, if it is really what the Gu family did, I'm afraid it will be a difficult situation to end.

Lila Ni should go back to Bu Wentian.

But she finally nodded, turned sideways to let Lila Ni in, and recounted the story just now without any emotion.