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"Prefect, there is news from the military that the Great Wall has encountered an incident. Please make a decision, Prefect." Hua Zhen was dressed in a white gown, with strands of hair adorned with seven-colored gemstones. Her slender waist and plump, shapely hips were accentuated, and with a slight smile, her bare, fair legs were revealed.
Mei Ziling looked spirited as she waved her brush and wrote four large characters on the paper, "Changle Yinyin." As she finished, her breath was like a carp swimming upstream in a stream, rising to its peak.
Suddenly, the characters "Changle Yinyin" on the paper transformed into rivers, lakes, and seas. With just a few strokes, a scroll of ink painting seemed to come to life. Mei Ziling felt a stir in her soul, standing still as if she had entered the painting.
Buzz! In just a few breaths, the scattered soul consciousness returned from the scroll, and Mei Ziling trembled slightly, vaguely seeing the strange scene of the perfect integration of soul and flesh. With a stroke, the realm followed the heart's movement.
This artistic conception is something that some people may never have the chance to see in their lifetime. Now, in Hua Zhen's perception, Mei Ziling's state of Dao seems to have reached a higher level, causing Hua Zhen to glance sideways involuntarily. But when thinking of last night's scene, Hua Zhen felt extremely conflicted.
This stroke took a full three years. Mei Ziling breathed a sigh of relief, her jade-like face radiant. She adjusted the purple-gold crown on her head and grinned, saying, "Leader Hua, what has happened at the Great Wall?"
"Prefect, the Great Wall has been visited by two wandering cultivators who claim to be the Grand City Lord and the Second City Lord. They have specifically requested Prefect's presence, threatening consequences if they are not granted an audience."
"Tang Shuyu and Zong Jin have been captured by someone?"
"Hua Zhen nodded. "One of them is a sword cultivator, and the other is a poison cultivator. Tang Shuyu underestimated them, thinking they were just ordinary opponents. As a result, they were both captured by the enemy's overwhelming force."
"Don't worry, Hua Leader. I already know who they are. Come and see how my calligraphy looks first."
"Prefect, it's a serious offense to have no capable generals in the army. Do you have the leisure to write?"
"I'll write a letter to send to the capital, and I'll let my disciple Xie Guanyu handle this matter. What do you think, Hua Leader?"
"Prefect, I have to remind you, this is no child's play. If anything happens to Crown Prince, I cannot bear this responsibility."
"Crown Prince has been pampered since childhood, without experiencing any hardships. As his teacher, this is my test for him. A person's courage and bravery need to be provoked by facing adversity. If Crown Prince cannot do it, it will only prove that he is just an ordinary royal, losing protection, what's left?"
"According to your request, how many people in this world can achieve this at such a young age?"
"If you want to be one of the few, you have to pay a price that most people can't bear. As someone from the Huashi collateral line, I think you should understand this better."
"No background, no resources, no outstanding talent, the only thing I have is perseverance and the elusive fate in my heart. If you can still fail with the advantage of timing and location, then what's the difference between that and being useless?"
"Prefect, you really have it easy. I've heard your story, born with the natural ability to cultivate and refine, a rare talent that only appears once in a millennium."
"At the age of six, he soared to great heights; at eight, he displayed his martial prowess; at twelve, he achieved the legendary Dao Realm cultivation in the Southern Borders and even the Cloud Realm; at fifteen, he led troops to deceive the enemy three times and played with the Northern Borders' military god, Han Xiansheng; and today, he is only eighteen years old." With a heart full of hatred, he stained the Celestial Academy with blood, killed the prince, executed the heavenly officials, and was appointed as the military leader and prime minister. In terms of experience, perhaps no one in the world can compare.
"I didn't expect General Hua to know me so well. Did that little brat Hua Qingyan tell you?"
"No, this matter is widely known. There are dozens of versions of Prefect's experiences circulating among the people, and I don't know which ones are true and which are false."
"It's all fake. If it were true as they say, then I would have become an immortal."
Hua Zhen smiled knowingly, her peach blossom eyes captivating, and her two dimples blooming like rosy clouds. Mei Ziling was momentarily entranced, unable to help but exclaim, "He may not be an immortal, but before me stands a fairy."
"Prefect, just now I witnessed your ink splashing and boundary-breaking artistic conception. Can you give me this ink painting scroll?"
Mei Ziling With a thought in mind, she immediately wrote down the words "The wise understand others, the enlightened understand themselves." "Since you like it, I'll give it to you. However, the artistic conception of the painting cannot be forced, otherwise it will harm the viewer."
"Hua Zhen remembers the words of Prefect. By the way, I have not yet asked Prefect who those two people are. The Crown Prince is still young, so we must have a foolproof plan."
"Tianzongjian Valley, the Medicine Capital, is sincerely loyal. The two of them are my closest friends."
"Prefect The prefect has a wide circle of friends, even disciples from reclusive sects like Tian Zong are acquainted with you."
"It's time to visit old friends. Hua, there are still important matters in the mansion. Report everything to the lady first, then make decisions. You may go now."
Southern Borders Border...
City of the Setting Sun......
This is the gathering place for the exiled, a paradise of evil and sin. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, it still makes people's complexion change and their hearts tremble. Even for those in the Dao realm, when facing this mysterious and dangerous land, they must be extremely cautious. A slight mistake could lead to unforeseen dangers or even death.
Recruitment Office was ordered to guard this place in order to prevent anyone from crossing the Great Wall and escaping the city. At this moment, Mei Ziling stood tall at the top of the Great Wall, overlooking the ancient city below, which felt oppressive and suffocating.
For thousands of years, only the scene of the sunset could be seen here, revealing a strange atmosphere. The sun seems to be pulled by some kind of force, sinking only halfway below the horizon, while the other half still hangs in the sky. The scattered red light, like blood, dyed half of the sky, like a terrifying hellish totem scroll.
Beneath the abyss-like sky trench flows a colorful boundary river. The boundary river evolved from the time-space cracks caused by the shattering of the starry sky, with chaotic and unknown variables and dangers. The birth of the City of the Setting Sun may be intricately linked to this mysterious and unpredictable boundary river.
With a tremor, Mei Ziling appears above the boundary river, moving at an extreme speed, leaving a series of afterimages on the river surface. Suddenly, a towering sword energy envelops him, at times like a long flow of autumn water, piercing through the sky, and at times like the leisurely spring water, with boundless vitality.
In Mei Ziling's eyes, the scene before her was divided into two completely different parts. On one side, it was dim, colorless, and lifeless, filled with a sense of destruction and silence. On the other side, it was colorful and vibrant. The Tianzong sect adheres to the unity of heaven and man, seemingly without any sword style, but in reality, the sword intent has already formed.
"Brother Ziling, long time no see. Please receive my sword, 'Great Dream of the Spring and Autumn.'"
Beneath the ancient city, a young man carried an ancient sword on his back, his eyes deep and seemingly able to see through all things in the world. His green robe fluttered in the wind, and the sword emitted a mysterious light. Around him, there was a fierce and alternating black and white sword aura.
"Valley Brothers, I hope you are well. I'm feeling a bit tired today and not in the best condition. How about we battle again tomorrow?" Before finishing the sentence, Autumn's casual manner came over, bringing with it a desolate breath, like the autumn wind rising, withering the fallen leaves and casting everything in a bleak color.
Mei Ziling shook her head, smiled helplessly, and a splash-ink scroll emerged from the water, like a drop of ink spreading in the water, infecting the desolate and decisive intention, replacing it with Mei Ziling's unyielding determination.
They are truly two lunatics, fighting as soon as they meet, completely forgetting where they are. If this border river collapses, we will all be in trouble. The woman smiled, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, like the peaches of spring and the chrysanthemums of autumn.
"Sincere Sister, I saw a carp turning into a dragon, it may be breaking through, now I feel my breath is smooth, my whole body has inexhaustible power, even my five senses are very keen." Xie Guanyu said excitedly.
"Sister Guanyu, as a disciple of Mr. Ziling, you truly perceive all things with my heart, and all things reflect my colors. This is entering the realm of true self."
Above the boundary river, the artistic conception of spring and autumn merge into one. The transformed flowers and trees sometimes wither and die, and sometimes burst with vitality. Seeing the sudden changes in the sky, the shooting stars, and the passing by at high speed, the reversal of yin and yang, the artistic conception is revealed. This is the reflection of ancient times in the spring and autumn!
Sincere Sister, what is that? It feels like the sky has fallen, no, it's the merging of sky and water into one color.
This is the manifestation of artistic conception. Throughout history, those who can cultivate artistic conception are truly rare. "The manifestation of artistic conception only exists in ancient books, very few. Valley, this guy is truly worthy of being a disciple of the Tian Sect."
"Mei Ziling waved her hand, "Valley Brothers, let's not fight. You, last time we fought, I didn't see you use it. This time, you planned it in advance, didn't you?"
"Xie Guanyu slapped his thigh fiercely, 'How can a teacher admit defeat? A teacher can endure, but a student cannot.'"
"You're just hoping your teacher wins, aren't you? But it can't be considered Mr. Ziling losing. They both have their own strengths, so it's a draw."
"valley put away the ancient sword, the artistic conception faded. 'Brother Ziling, are you satisfied with today's greeting gift?"
"Spring and Autumn Reflecting the Past and Present," a good name, a good artistic conception. It seems that the current head of the Tianzong sect is already in the bag for the Valley Brothers.
"Embarrassingly, reaching this point is already my limit. You are also aware of the rules of Tianzong. My senior brother and I can only have one survivor. I don't have many sword friends, only you and Quan Cheng. Before that, let's have a chat. In case of an accident, it can also resolve regrets."
Doyu Quan Cheng stomped his foot and said with restrained anger, "What's with all this talk of life and death, Mr. Ziling? Don't mind him. We haven't seen each other in three years. Let's have a drink."
"I have this in mind, I brought the last jar of Plum Blossom Wine in the world. With fine wine and beautiful company, how could one not be happy?"
"I've heard about it. No wonder Mr. Ziling forgot about us. It turns out he's really been enjoying himself."
"These are all rumors from the common people, not to be believed. Just seeing Valley Brothers, I can tell he's deeply troubled."
"I won't hide it from Brother Ziling, two years from now, my senior brother and I will have to part ways in life and death. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but feel sorrowful."
"The rules of Tianzong are indeed strange, completely exploiting the weakness of sword cultivators. Those who evade will have their Dao heart shattered, unable to make any progress in this lifetime. Those who fail will have an unstable sword heart, with sword energy flowing backward, and their meridians will be severed, leading to their demise."
"Brother Ziling, my senior brother and I grew up together since we were young, as close as brothers. I really can't bear to see the scene of life and death opposition, but it's difficult to go against our master's orders, and we are caught in a dilemma."
"Alright, there are still two years left. There must be a solution. You are so hesitant. You don't look like a swordsman at all. It's normal for friends to be apart more than together. We don't know when we'll meet again, so let's enjoy the present. That's the right thing to do."
"You make a good point. Valley Brothers can't bear it for love, and don't want it for the sake of the Dao. Since there's no way to survive, it's better to seek death for peace of mind."
"Mr. Ziling, he's very fragile right now. If he really can't bear it and wants to die, then my efforts to persuade him would be in vain."
"Indeed, in this world, only Brother Ziling truly understands me. Since I cannot have it all, I will wholeheartedly seek death. We swordsmen fear nothing in life or death."
"This is madness. In this world, every illness can be cured, except for madness. How did I end up with both of you?"
"There are no broken swords in this world, only people willing to die. Brother Ziling, we are brothers, two years from today, we will battle once more."
"What are your plans next? You're not really planning to take over the mountain, are you? If that's the case, I'll withdraw the light armor."
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