radicalducati Chapter 69: The plum blossoms may die, but their fragrance lingers; the sword may age, but its spiri
Chapter 69: The plum blossoms may die, but their fragrance lingers; the sword may age, but its spiri
Chapter 69: The plum blossoms may die, but their fragrance lingers; the sword may age, but its spirit remains evergreen! Li Zhexian Re-understands the Sword.
Li Zhexian had been gone for more than ten breaths.
The cheers from the audience erupted like a thunderclap.
Xue Qinghe's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
Her gaze fell on the seat where Li Zhexian had just been sitting, and there was a cup of warm wine on the table, still steaming.
A quiet courtyard.
Li Bai leaned against the stone table.
The wine jug tipped over, the fine wine remained untouched.
She let the gentle breeze lift a few stray strands of hair from her temples.
He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the trajectory of the wind.
wind.
Colorless and formless.
Elusive and hard to find.
It's really hard to understand.
I sat there from midday until dusk.
That spark of inspiration in my mind eventually faded.
A sense of unease crept into Li Zhexian's heart like vines.
Just then, the wind suddenly picked up.
The evergreen plum tree in the courtyard leaned to one side, with a few withered petals falling.
One petal soaked his lapel, another fell into the wine, and yet another petal, perfectly positioned, hovered on the Green Lotus Sword lying across his knees.
The plum petals trembled slightly, like butterfly wings fluttering gently.
Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes.
He flicked the sword lightly with his fingers.
The plum blossom petals split in two with a clang, but the sword blade remained unmoved.
He murmured:
"When you strike with your sword, it should be as swift as the wind sweeping away plum blossoms."
"Not bound by form, not constrained by power, borrowing a wisp of energy from heaven and earth—"
The night wind grew stronger.
It swept up the fallen plum blossoms, like a hazy, blood-red mist.
A plum blossom petal brushed against my face, bringing a delicate, refreshing fragrance. The cool touch was like an unpaid debt of love, or the title of a poem left unwritten.
A Wasted Half a Life
Li Zhexian suddenly raised his Azure Lotus Sword.
The sword flashed like lightning, then swung back, severing a lock of hair at her temple.
The Azure Lotus Sword emitted a faint, melodious sound, as if it were whispering an apology to Li Zhexian.
Li Zhexian lowered his eyes, watching the strand of broken hair fall silently into the dust along with the plum petals.
"To cut oneself with a sword is to sever the obsession in one's heart."
"Just as the wind hastens the falling of plum blossoms, new buds can be expected to emerge."
"The falling of withered plum blossoms is the law of nature; the sword cutting through delusion is the human heart."
As night deepens and the wind ceases, the last plum blossoms have all fallen.
Only withered branches remain, stubbornly reaching towards the sky, like swords pointing to the heavens.
Li Zhexian, carrying a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, walked to the plum tree.
He slammed his palm against the tree trunk, causing the plum tree to shake violently. The last three remaining red petals drifted down gently.
Li Zhexian leaped up with his sword.
The first sword strike pierces the wind, causing plum blossoms to flow backward and roll nine feet.
The second sword strike stirred the wind, and a cold star suddenly appeared between the clouds.
By the third sword
Li Zhexian and his sword seemed to have vanished into the wind, leaving only a long, echoing chant:
"open!"
The dark sky was actually etched with a crack by the intense fragrance of plum blossoms.
A sliver of crimson dawn spilled down, staining the remaining blood on the sword tip.
Li Bai tilted his head back and took a sip.
"The sword cuts through the night, not the long night itself, but the darkness within the heart!"
"The plum blossom may die, but its fragrance will never fade; the sword may age, but its spirit will remain evergreen!"
From the first glimpse of a hint of wind.
To be trapped by the formless and shapeless wind.
Finally, from the scene of the wind destroying the plum blossoms, one can glimpse the outline of the wind.
Li Dixian finally caught a glimpse of that ethereal sword intent.
When he looked up again, it was already the next morning.
A blood-red sun is slowly rising on the horizon.
The wind had long since died down.
The four-season plum tree in the courtyard, its last red petals faded, stood bare, adding to the desolate atmosphere.
"I am able to comprehend even a trace of the sword intent in the wind, all thanks to you."
Li Zhexian used the tip of his sword to scoop up the wine and splash it onto the withered branches.
The liquid wine, nitrogen, and argon combine to form a colorful mist.
As the mist gradually dissipated, three new plum blossoms miraculously bloomed on the bare branches, their vibrant beauty captivating all who beheld them.
Li Dixian nodded repeatedly.
"Wonderful!"
"Only when the plum blossoms fade do their noble character shine through; only when the sword ages do their innocent charm appear!"
"It's a pity."
He sighed regretfully, picked up the Qingquan wine pot, and turned to go inside.
This wisp of sword intent, derived from the wind, is not yet sufficient to give birth to new sword techniques.
Li Zhexian returned to his room, wanting to take a nap.
In my mind.
Suddenly, a group of swordsmen in green robes with black silk ribbons wrapped around their eyes appeared.
"Ye Lengleng once said—"
"Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect, wears black silk around his eyes so that he can hear the sword's song."
"Senior Chenxin also suggested that I travel between the Lower Four Sects and the Upper Three Sects."
"perhaps-
"The key to completing the third form of my Azure Lotus Sword Song"
"It's at the Wind Sword Sect."
This sleep.
He slept until the sun began to set.
Li Dixian was awakened by the sound of knocking at the courtyard gate.
He stretched, put on his shoes, and slowly walked to the courtyard to open the gate.
The door was wide open.
The bustling figures outside the door made him feel dizzy for a moment.
Li Dixian even doubted that she was still asleep.
Outside the courtyard gate.
Apart from the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team.
The three teams, Elephant Armor, Blazing Fire, and Divine Wind, have all gathered here.
Nearly thirty people, including Wu Juejue, completely blocked the entrance to the courtyard.
"So many people?"
"Come in—"
A strange glint appeared in Li Dixian's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and turned to lead everyone into the courtyard.
It only lasted a day.
The branches of that evergreen plum tree are once again adorned with petals.
Li Dixian slumped lazily into the sandalwood chair, slightly raising her eyelids to glance at the people filing in, her voice still hoarse from just waking up:
"What do you want with me?"
"Let me make this clear first, I'm too tired to do anything today."
The crowd's gazes turned to the boy in the chair with mixed feelings.
It certainly looked like it had just woken up.
Her hair was slightly disheveled and casually draped over her shoulders. Her white silk nightgown was half-open, exuding a natural nonchalance.
This casualness.
Yet it appeared exceptionally harmonious and fitting on him.
It is pleasing to the eye.
At this time.
Yu Feng darted to Li Zhexian's side, pointed at the three teams, and indignantly complained:
"Idol!"
"They kept pestering me, insisting that I come looking for you!"
"I refused, and they threatened to beat me!"
Dugu Yan and Ye Lengleng exchanged a cold glance, both showing helplessness on their pretty faces.
The two of them were also worn down by the stubbornness of these people.
But judging from their appearance...
It doesn't seem like they've come looking for something.
The most crucial thing is...
Even if Xunpan were to defeat him, he wouldn't be able to beat Li Zhexian.
So I brought them along.
Feng Xiaotian leaned forward, his hands resting on the sandalwood table, his handsome face filled with seriousness as he stared directly at Li Dixian:
"Sword Wine—"
"We can't beat you."
"But we've heard you're a heavy drinker, so today our three teams will team up to get you drunk!"
With a series of claps, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and Hu Yanli simultaneously bent over and braced themselves on the table, their piercing gazes all locking onto Li Zhexian.
"Do you dare to accept the challenge?!"
"We're going to get you drunk today!"
Li Zhexian smiled.
He may still need time to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
But if we talk about the contents of the cup—
He, Li Zhexian, has never submitted to anyone!
"Let's go, let's go!"
"Let's go to Shanxiangfang!"
"Today, I, Li Zhexian, will not let you get drunk!"
"You've come to Heaven Dou City for nothing!"
Quickly wash up and change clothes.
Li Zhexian led about thirty people.
They went to Shanxiangfang arm in arm.
The group was led to a private room by the waiter. Li Zhexian, pulling Dugu Yan and Ye Lengleng along, asked:
"What about Qinghe?"
"Didn't she come with you?"
Dugu Yan crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Li Zhexian.
"Missing your good buddy again?"
"Xue Qinghe is the Crown Prince, unlike us who have such a leisurely life."
"I guess he's not coming today."
Li Zhexian nodded regretfully.
"Okay then."