The sword light is born from time to time in the sea of ​​clouds, just like before.

It would not be too complicated for the two swordsmen to climb the tower to get a good score, but in short, it would not be too simple.

However, Sheng Jing, who had no swords from beginning to end, always had the upper hand, making Bai Weng miserable.

This old swordsman who had already walked very far in the tower realm had no chance of winning against Sheng Liang.

Above the clouds, Sheng Jing stood with his hands behind his back, and there were naturally countless cloud swords beside him. Looking at Bai Weng, the swordsman who had not appeared in front of the world for almost three hundred years, was silent for a while, and then said, "If no one promised, I think you should be living in seclusion somewhere."

Bai Weng's face changed a little, but he didn't say anything.

Neither admit nor deny.

Sheng Jing said calmly: "When you climbed the mountain, I had seen a lot on the mountain path. Do you think I don't know what you want to do?"

Before, when Bai Weng was climbing the mountain, someone handed him a glass of wine in that small courtyard. The wine was his story. Not only Bai Weng saw those stories, but others saw them.

For example, Shengjing.

He is the uncle of Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan, and the junior brother of Meng Jin, and the disciple of Jianshan before. He must know the Jianshan formation that he will definitely not be less than others.

Besides, his level is enough, and it is really not difficult to know what.

Mr. Bai may have started from the underworld. At first, he couldn't say he was a bad person, but after he arrived, he couldn't say he was a good person. Mr. Bai, who killed so many people in his life, would he be a good person? If he was a good person, would there be bad people in this world?

Bai Weng handed out a sword, and then watched the sword dissipate not far away from him, and then he realized how far he was from Shengjing.

He was a little helpless, but more of it was dull.

The sword light fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

Bai Weng whispered: "I originally felt that some things I had done enough, but some things were still not done well."

Sheng Jing said: "It's not done right."

Yes, it was not done right.

Bai Weng was instructed to come to Jianshan to compete for the Jianshan sect. Most of the time, he only saw the superficial view, thinking that Bai Weng was greedy for the power of Jianshan sect, but only swordsmen like Shengjing knew that Bai Weng was just thinking about going to the sea to see it.

Yes, I think it would be a swordsman like them who would have other ideas besides losing the sea?

No more.

Bai Weng said: "You have been practicing sword for more than five hundred years, but you still haven't seen the scenery of the sea. I don't believe that when someone can help you, you will remain indifferent."

This is considered a confession.

I was instructed to see the scenery in the sea.

Even just a glance.

Sheng Jing said: "The practice of cultivation cannot be relied on others, but only on yourself. If you do not have the ability to step into the vast ocean, then even if you step into the foot one day, what if you step into it, it will be just an embroidered pillow."

Bai Weng was a little bitter, but he didn't refute it, but just looked at Shengjing without saying anything, and seemed very silent.

Everyone knows the truth, but how many people can actually understand it?

I'm afraid Mr. Bai can't, and no one else can.

After all, not everyone is a monk like Shengjing. It took more than a hundred years to break through the tower, and his senior brother went further and further ahead. If someone else was someone else, he would have been unstable in his mind. How could he be able to make steady progress and break through the tower?

Bai Weng asked, "I have been climbing the tower, but I see the sea in front of me, but I can't get in. What do you think?"

Sheng Jing said: "It's very painful."

He had already stopped at this time. Bai Weng must die today. There is no doubt about this. He just wants to die. This does not mean that Sheng Jing would not say a few heart-to-heart words to him.

Bai Weng asked, "Are you not allowed to enter, or are you afraid to enter?"

In his realm, he was very close to Canghai. Bai Weng naturally knew some things. For example, in Canghai after climbing the tower, many monks were reluctant to take steps, not because their realm was not enough, but because of other reasons, such as someone who did not allow them to step over...

Why have the saints of the Three Churches maintained twelve for six thousand years? No more than one? After a saint passed away, a new saint would soon be replaced.

Moreover, when a Confucian saint dies, a Confucian monk must become a Confucian saint and fills the gap. This seems to be something that everyone has agreed to become a custom and will never change.

One carrot and one pit.

I am willing to have a few more seas in this world, but I am unwilling to have those seas.

Shengjing has been in seclusion for many years and has been rushing to the realm of Canghai. After hearing this sentence, he did not answer immediately. Instead, he thought about why he did not enter the sea?

It is because you cannot enter, but why not?

Will there be inner fear?

Because climbing the tower into the sea, it is hard to say that it will be a disaster, so I am afraid?

I felt fear, so I couldn't overcome that hurdle?

If this is true, Shengjing is afraid that he will never be able to enter the vast ocean in his life.

When he thought of this, the swordsman who had already walked all the way to the tower suddenly felt a little frustrated.

Our swordsmen, although the world is big, one sword is enough.

In fact, the last hurdle is still timid.

Bai Weng said: "The world is like this. No one wants another sword immortal in the world. Even if you really want to take the last step one day, you will definitely be intercepted and killed by the saints of the Three Sects. Even if Chao Qingqiu has no idea about this, he is willing to take action. But he can stop a few. In the vast ocean of this world, not to mention anything else, there are twelve people on the side of the Three Sects. Of course, the Demon Earth may not necessarily want to see this situation. Then at least a few big monsters will appear. That is a situation where everyone in the world is enemies. Who can protect you?"

Shengjing didn't say much, just remained silent.

But it was silence that exposed his inner thoughts.

Why do swordsmen practice swords? Most people are actually no different from monks of the Three Sects, but they still pursue immortality, and immortality is hard to come by. The monks of the Three Sects began to pursue saints.

What the swordsmen also pursue is to enter the sea and become sword immortals.

But there are not many that can really be achieved.

Monks of the Three Deities become saints.

It is difficult for a swordsman to become a sword immortal on this side to ascend to heaven.

This is the situation that has been around for the past six thousand years. No one can change it, and no one can change it.

Even though Chao Qingqiu, who is invincible in the world, has done so many things for the swordsman lineage, there is no way to do this at the moment.

Even if there are many swordsmen with great talent in the swordsman lineage, they may have to be left in front of that threshold when they finally go.

Swordsman is difficult.

It’s hard for everyone in the world.

It's just that swordsman is extremely difficult.

...

...

"I'll try it."

Sheng Jing looked at Bai Weng and said calmly.

"Even if it doesn't work, I'll try it."

I don’t know what Shengjing was thinking when he said this, but Bai Weng found it ridiculous.

He wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Sheng Jing, "That's it."

That's it.

There are many meanings in this sentence, but in fact, it means termination.

Bai Weng had a premonition of his ending, but he had no other emotions. He just looked at Shengjing and said calmly: "Among my disciples, I am not good at heart, but I am not good at speaking and have enough qualifications. One day, I may not be able to climb the tower. Please keep him."

It is good to say that a person is about to die.

What Mr. Bai said at this time seemed much more kind.

Sheng Jing nodded. Although he didn't know who Yan Le was, after he finished his work here, he would naturally have the opportunity to go and see it and do anything.

Bai Weng smiled and said, "That pair of brothers is okay, but your grandson is actually not as good as his junior brother. It's just that his reputation is not very good, otherwise Jianshan could be left to him."

Sheng Jing shook his head and said, "Since Xu Ji had made arrangements long ago, I won't interfere much. For this young man's last path, Xu Ji paved the first half for him, and let him walk behind him."

Weng Bai thought about it and seemed that there was nothing to say.

He sighed.

I remembered my life. From the beginning, a young man from a farmer family witnessed his mother being defiled, and then began to embark on a path of no return.

If those things had not happened back then, would I have lived my life steadily like this? It seems that such a life is only a hundred years, which seems to be a little short.

Bai Weng frowned.

Who would like a life that is too short?

The monks will not feel like it.

So will the people at the foot of the mountain like it?

Maybe not, who doesn't want to stay in this world for a while?

Even if it's a quarter of an hour, it's good.
To be continued...