Jun Youyun

Chapter 284
Kunlun Mountains.

"I once saw in the "Shen Yi Jing Zhong Huang Jing" that there is a big bird in the Kunlun Mountains, which is called Xi You. Facing south, the left wing covers the prince of the east, and the right wing covers the queen mother of the west. There is no feather on the back, ten thousand Nine thousand miles. The Queen Mother of the West climbed on the wings at the age of [-], and the Prince of the East also. Will I meet this divine bird on the mountain?" Su Baiyi looked up at the top of the mountain, with a bit of solemnity in his tone.

"If there is, then it's in my stomach." Su Sumo smacked his mouth, "Did you bring anything to eat from the mountain?"

Su Baiyi was taken aback, and touched his arms: "It's all in Miss Tantai's place, and there's still a jug of wine."

"Wine?" Su Suomo stretched out his hand, and sucked up the pot of wine on Su Baiyi's body. He threw the flagon away casually.

"Above Kunlun, is there no wine to drink?" Su Baiyi wondered.

"Wine?" Su Suomo sighed softly, "I don't even have to eat a biscuit."

"These years..." An ominous premonition rose in Su Baiyi's heart.

"There is only snow lotus on Kunlun Mountain, and I have been eating it for 130 years." Su Suomo raised his head and said, "It is a treasure in the world. Just eating one flower can guarantee that you will not be hungry for three months, and it will greatly increase your skill. In this world, it is a treasure that everyone is fighting for. But..."

"But how?" Su Baiyi swallowed.

"It's really hard to eat." Su Sumo sighed softly.

During the conversation, Su Suomo had already brought Su Baiyi to the halfway up Kunlun Mountain, and what caught their eyes was an extremely exquisite courtyard. A huge courtyard gate blocked them. The wooden carving of the divine bird prostrates on it, perhaps it is the rare divine bird recorded in the "Shen Yi Jing".

"How did such a house be built on Kunlun?" Su Baiyi was dumbfounded.

Su Sumo shrugged: "I don't know, this house was already here when I came here."

"Over 100 years..." Su Baiyi murmured.

"Bury Su Jian." Su Suomo didn't bring Su Baiyi in, and then led him around the house. Behind the house, there were snow-covered grave mounds. In front of the grave, there is no tombstone, only a sword.

"These are all the immortals of the Su family. They are buried here with a sword as a stele. Su Jian will be buried next to them." Su Suomo said lightly.

Su Baiyi nodded, then took out the Junyu sword in his hand, and began to dig beside those graves, but with one strike of the sword, the snow field remained motionless, Su Baiyi was taken aback: "This is..."

"This is snow accumulated for tens of millions of years. Naturally, it is harder than a rock. Use some internal strength." Su Suomo frowned.

The corner of Su Baiyi's mouth twitched in embarrassment: "Senior, I really can't use my internal strength..."

"Sigh." Su Suomo shook his head lightly, flicked his fingers at the snowy ground, and a hole popped out. Su Baiyi was dumbfounded: "Senior, how did you do it?"

"Isn't there a saying in Jianghu that the highest state is to have a sword in your heart if you don't have a sword in your hand." Su Suomo said quietly.

Su Baiyi nodded: "But my master said this is bluffing, if you don't have a sword in your hand, but if you have a sword in your heart, then you will be hacked to death."

Su Suomo waved his fingers, shook his head and said, "There is no sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart. The sword in your heart refers to sword energy. When you reach the realm of sword fairy, everything in the world can be a sword. I The stretched finger just now was a sword."

"Extending your finger is a sword?" Su Baiyi waved his finger at the ground, but naturally there was no response.

"After you bury Su Jian, come find me in the courtyard. There should be many stories about you, and I want to hear them." Su Sumo turned around, "I haven't heard other people's stories for a long time. Yes. These years on the mountain were really too boring."

Su Baiyi turned around, and suddenly thought of something: "Grandpa Su's sword is not with him, how can he use the sword as a monument?"

"Is that so?" Su Sumo lowered his head and thought for a while, "I heard from him that he was once called the Demon King in Jianghu?"

"Well, Grandpa Su used to scare the world with the name of a demon king, and he is a well-known figure in the world." Su Baiyi replied.

"Then I'll give him one." Su Suomo stretched out his hand and shouted to the front, "Ghost pupil!"

Following Su Sumo's low shout, a purple long sword suddenly flew out of the house, pierced the sky with a ghostly scream, and then fell into Su Sumo's hand. There is a purple bead inlaid on the hilt of the sword, that bead looks like a human eye, even when Su Baiyi looked at it, he felt that the bead turned like an eyeball.

"This sword is called Ghost Eye. It was once called the Evil Sword by the people in Jianghu, but on the Evil Sword, there are many bloods of peerless great devils left behind. His master took him to cleanse the Demon Sect with blood. , Killed all the thirteen elders of the Demon Cult. This sword should be used as Su Jian's sword stele." Su Suomo handed the sword in his hand to Su Baiyi, then turned and left.

Su Baiyi glanced at the ghost pupil sword in his hand, and felt the cold air coming from the sword, which made him shiver involuntarily.He hastily thrust the long sword into the ground forcefully, then turned around and picked up Su Jian's body, and put it into the grave that Su Suomo had just flicked away with his finger.

"Grandpa Su, today I hope you will sleep forever on Kunlun, no longer have the troubles of the world, be able to hold a sword for nine days, and be a truly unrestrained and proud sword fairy." The snow cubes were carefully placed on him bit by bit.

Above Kunlun, as in the legend, snow falls continuously all year round.It took Su Baiyi several hours to pile up the tomb. At this time, his body was covered with snowflakes. He stood up and looked up at the sky.

The sky of Kunlun, as in the legend, is shrouded in snow and fog, and the sunlight cannot penetrate.

At this moment, there was a mournful flute sound in the courtyard. Su Baiyi turned around and saw Su Sumo sitting on the eaves, playing the flute.For Su Sumo, this was just an ordinary parting. In his life, such a parting was too common.Therefore, his mournful flute sound is not just mourning for Su Jian, but also a feeling for the short life.

At the sound of the flute, Su Baiyi suddenly opened his mouth and sang the dirge that he had heard the villagers in the village sing when he was in the south of the Yangtze River.

"The dew on the scallion, He Yixi.

Lu Xi's Ming Dynasty will fall again, and when will a person return after death. "

(End of this chapter)