A difference of one word is a world of difference.

The sword ancestor heard what the young man meant.

He had been silent for a long time, slowly raised his hand, holding a snowflake falling from the sky, his expression slightly dim.

The snowflakes melt in the palm of the palm, making them dizzy into dripping water stains, and soon they are swept and evaporated under the cold wind.

"Snow changes constantly in the process from condensed to melting."

The sword ancestor then raised his head, expressionless, as if he was stating an eternal truth:

"Little friend, so are people."

"Life has never been unchanged from the beginning of birth to the end of reincarnation."

Even though he stretched out his hand, he held a snowflake.

His palms were cold, and the snowflakes were lying quietly in his hands, not melting into water stains:

"But old man, the reason why snow is snow is because it has no intelligence. Whether it changes depends on the change of ambient temperature, not itself."

"But people are not. People have their own will. Even if the temperature difference suddenly changes, they cannot be evaporated into nothingness."

"The weak are powerless to turn the world back and cannot resist the environment. I understand, but can't even Sword Ancestor?"

The sword ancestor is silent.

Jinren looked straight at him: "I'm asking you, not snowflakes, old man."

I heard something from the Five Domains.

Master Shou was clearly asking, "If you think about it, you will change", and Master Sword was also answering, "I have changed, but everything is definitely not as simple as it sounds.

“Change…”

"Big change? Small change? What are you talking about?"

"Of course the Sword Ancestor has changed, but what else can he become? Will he become a Demon Ancestor? Haha, it's funny!"

Don’t say that you can’t understand the five domains.

Hua Changdeng, Gou Wuyue, etc., didn't understand it very much.

Only after Xu Xiaoshou reminded Bazun An, I know what this guy is asking about.

Jian Zu smiled: "If I want to move forward, I will naturally change."

"Hmm?" Jinren nodded, "What after?"

The Sword Ancestor signaled to the sword tower behind Xuanmiaomen, shook his head slightly, and stopped making any more noise.

"No after?"

"No."

“So far?”

"yes."

Even this "yes" has never triggered the passive system's lie detection function and popped up information, which makes people desperate.

The sword tower is completely controlled...

Even the remnant meaning of the Sword Ancestor was in the hands of the Demon Ancestor, and he could not make any waves, so he was desperate?

Yuanren frowned, unwilling to accept this.

He released the temperature, and the snowflakes in his palm melted rapidly, and then became water and were evaporated to dryness:

"But even the snow melts into water and steams into gas, it has not completely disappeared."

"When the temperature difference changes again, it will condense into fog, rain, and snow fall."

"Xue is still stubborn, and the ancient sword cultivator is proud, let alone you are the sword ancestor, but you said you are willing to end here?"

Who is willing to...

The sword ancestor looked at the young man with a sharp and sharp edge, and his eyes became more and more sighing.

He is no longer Him.

This era is no longer His era.

With relief, regret, helplessness, the Sword Ancestor smiled relievedly:

"The country is changing every day."

"Young man, my time has passed, and you have to walk your own way."

He is old!

I really want to slap this old man who is self-deprecating.

Then I thought, maybe the old man was not willing to accept it, but had to accept it - He had done all his skills, but the ending was still a failure?

Even so, the whole heart will be depressed.

He turned around, shook his sleeves angrily, and faced the five realms, shouting:

"The duckweed is tiny and swallows the sea and divides it into the belly of the child."

"The weeds do not speak, laughing at the sky pillars and folding in the autumn wind."

The five domains were surprised.

These two sentences are possessed by Master Shou, but this is not what Master Shou can say.

Can a dog spit out ivory?

The sword ancestor felt sad when he heard the sound.

Of course He heard the ridicule.

These two sentences were written by him when he planted jade bamboo and sisal in the East Mountain before he ascended to heaven and wrote his lifelong achievements.

That is, the sentences in the later generations of "Sword Sutra: Introduction".

He left some influence in it, and the sword cultivator who was not qualified and extraordinary, was confused and could not recognize it all.

Xu Xiaoshou...

As expected, this young man remembered it all after listening to it...

He is stunning in talent.

His temperament is even more important than his back then.

After cursing these two words behind your back, it is not enough. Turn your head and point to your nose and ridicule in front of you:

"Mosquito larvae has no instruments, and it is still the way of food."

"The Three Incense Sacrifices, dare to teach the ancestor god to blood."

After a pause, everyone looked at the sword ancestor in front of him, shook his head and murmured in great disappointment:

"Old man, it's really hard to connect your present moment with what you have written in the past. This is completely different."

The Sword Ancestor was calm and silent, not arrogant because of his past achievements, not ashamed of being scolded and ridiculed, not happy with things, and not sad with oneself.

He is just doing the "right" things right now.

On Lingyu Mountain, Gu Qing looked at the sky, Xu Xiaoshou and Jianzu, one young and one old, one high and one hungry, and his heart was mixed.

Once upon a time, he read the "Sword Sutra", and the introduction was that the qi rushed to the bull's fight. The main text was a subtle meaning. He knew the newness by being gentle and could not let go of the volume.

The sword ancestor he imagined should be the legendary eighth sword immortal who looked like when he was young and frivolous.

But if there is something wrong, draw the sword and kill it.

Now the Sword Ancestor has invited the famous sword twenty-one, but it is quite different from what I expected.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou had not come forward, ninety-nine percent of the people in the five realms would have to be blinded by him.

When Gu Qing could understand the general situation, he could not hear what Xu Xiaoshou was suggesting.

He only felt sad and lost.

The source of motivation for him to chase the way is not as good as Xu Xiaoshou when he sees it next - what is the difference between this and the sky falling?

"Snow……"

Gu Qing spread the snow in his palm.

The snow melted, and the god and Buddha in his mind seemed to have disappeared.

The top of the East Mountain.

Wen Ting wore a white dress and blended into a painting with the white snow in the mountains.

When the Sword Ancestor descended to the fifth realm, he also worshiped him. Now he looked up at Lingyu Mountain in the middle realm. He was also sad and disappointed.

"Snow……"

Snow is in the palm of your hand.
To be continued...