nycdaug Chapter 93 When the tree withers, the leaves fall.
Chapter 93 When the tree withers, the leaves fall.
From then on, the Edgeless Sword may have acquired some peculiar characteristics, perhaps by gaining a new title—
"The Forgotten Sword that Escapes Fate"
What is the purpose of wearing a title?
Toughness +3?
She, an uninvited person from another world, and this forgotten sword that escaped fate, are quite compatible.
They managed to salvage their image somewhat.
Sigh, does this mean I'll only be able to use this sword from now on? And what about my cultivation techniques? They'll have to be compatible with it too?
I made a whole plate of dumplings just for this little bit of vinegar...
She got up and went to the elder of the library, handed over the selected manual, and prepared to make a copy.
The elder glanced at the sword technique she had chosen, chuckled, and said:
"It's this one. I have a friend who practiced this Falling Leaves manual when he was young and impetuous, and even thought he could complete it. Time flies... What a pity!"
Zhu Wuyao really wanted to ask, is this friend of yours...? However, is there actually a possibility that this sword technique can be completed?
She took the rubbing of the "Fallen Leaves" book, thanked the elder, and couldn't wait to return to the small courtyard.
The uninvited guest has left.
The courtyard has returned to peace.
Clothes that are neither brand new nor old are the best to wear, as they don't matter where you sit, and you won't blame the old dust for soiling the new clothes.
The old tree's canopy peeked out from the empty courtyard next door, most of its leaves withered and yellow, hanging on the branches, and the stones felt cool in the winter.
The moonlight was bright and clear; someone was reading a book late into the night.
The crisp, withered leaves rustled as she turned to the first page. A leaf from the neighboring yard tumbled over her shoulder and landed between the pages.
May you brush away the fallen leaves and turn them over.
The sword technique consists of three moves, which progress in sequence and gradually increase in power.
The manual, discovered during the renovation of the Star-Picking Tower, had its final move destroyed by a twist of fate, leaving only the name blank. It sat there alongside the first two moves, which were—
"Coldness changes, clothing increases, heat subsides."
The three sword techniques represent such a level of mastery.
No wonder it is said to have the meaning of decay. The Falling Leaf Sword Technique appreciates the scenery of autumn and winter, and presents an atmosphere of desolation.
After carefully reading the first move, Zhu Wuyao flipped back to the first chapter and discovered that the person who summarized it seemed to have misunderstood the true meaning of swordsmanship.
The ultimate goal of the phrase "cold transformation" is to make someone "cold," but it is not about making the swordsman release coldness. The key is how to make the enemy lose heat.
Isn't this misleading and corrupting young people?
Releasing cold and drawing away heat, although ultimately exhibiting the same appearance—
The enemy is dead.
However, the means to create this state are completely different.
With my sword strike, the world turned to ice and snow, chilling the enemy to the bone, who shivered and froze like a dog.
My sword strike seemed to have done nothing, but it accelerated the enemy's heat loss, and the opponent just... died.
The word "chill" has misled countless people, leading them to choose the first option without hesitation.
If she hadn't gone to elementary school, she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the two.
Zhu Wuyao stretched his leg forward and clicked his tongue, his posture becoming more relaxed. Although it wasn't really related to the chill, his swordsmanship seemed stronger now.
It's not appropriate to say they're robbing us of heat; perhaps robbing us of life would be more accurate.
If this swordsmanship is mastered, it will be difficult to even spar with friends; all that will be said will be—
"My sword strikes with chilling force, giving you three years of life."
Congratulations to herself, she's acquired another wicked technique. Couldn't she have some more orthodox skills among all the abilities she's equipped with?
They either seize the destiny of heaven and earth or bring life to others.
When she landed, did she miss out on the villain role?
Every single thing seems to be leading her down the wrong path, as if she would be letting down these opportunities if she didn't become a bad person.
In particular, without her knowledge, she had already been involved in the karma of human deaths, so she can't be considered entirely clean.
What... is it necessary to be a good person?
The bladeless sword is drawn.
The night was pierced by the light of the sword, and the broken sword tip did not diminish the killing intent. Zhu Wuyao held "Fallen Leaf" in his left hand and wielded the broken sword in his right.
The night is cold and chilly, with no sharp edge.
Sword techniques floated before my eyes, and my divine sense boiled like water.
The black, heavy sword was lowered to the wrist. A north wind blew by, and Zhu Wuyao's clothes fluttered and his hair brushed against his face. His eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the sword blade. Wufeng rose up with the momentum and turned back.
The withered yellow leaves blocked the view, but with a slight gust of sword intent, they were crushed into countless fragments. A chill swept through, like a whirlwind sweeping away snow.
It doesn't snow at Zhaixinglou.
The overlapping formations, built by powerful beings since the beginning of time, have been reinforced and filled by generations of predecessors over countless years. They have blocked the invasion of foreign enemies and blocked torrential rain and heavy snow.
Tonight, however, one cannot stop the sudden surge of emotion within a person.
There were no enemies in front of her.
The "fallen leaves" are blown by the wind to a new page, and as soon as the sword is seen, the sword moves change coldly.
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, when the tree withers, the leaves fall.
They cut off people's chances of survival and their means of living, but they did not use the honorable and righteous methods of killing.
The cold hastens aging, clothing increases in chaotic times, and only the decay of heaven and earth remains in the silence of heat.
"Setting a Bond by Making a Move" refers to using mortal cultivators as pawns, taking them for one's own use, giving away bonds without asking for others' wishes, and taking away bonds without needing others' approval.
If you wish, you can do as you please, stay out of the game, and treat human lives as nothing.
The art of divination and altering fate is no easy task; how many people in Nanli City have perished?
Looking back now, I realize that her advancement from the second to the third level of Qi Refining was partly due to that one who slipped through the net.
Waking up to a broken mirror?
What a joke.
Its cultivation level will only increase rapidly if it seizes the opportunity when it helps someone change their fate.
At Jiangshuang Bridge, it was thought to be a breakthrough in the face of battle, but now it seems that the beggar's manner of death changed, but in the end he could not escape his fate. Fate fluctuated for a moment.
However, she missed the opportunity because she hadn't grasped the way of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
How can I improve my cultivation level?
As long as you go to a fortune teller, as long as you're not afraid of the consequences of failing to change your fate and being blamed on yourself, as long as you dare to see others die because of your attempts to change their fate.
Just let go of your good intentions.
Put aside that pathetic sympathy.
With sword intent soaring and sword shadows crisscrossing like a cage, the faster she wielded the broken sword, the more countless falling leaves seemed to bury her like a swirling snowflake.
That tree, its vitality has vanished.
If she so desired, she could use this sword technique in the sect competition to keep her fellow disciples alive and ultimately win.
If everything is tempting you to go astray.
Even if you have innocent lives on your hands, no matter how many excuses you have, you can never clear your name.
Then why bother being a good person?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
An old woman stood in front of the window of the Star-Picking Tower.
She looked towards the inner disciples' residence and saw a vortex that could extinguish the life force of others.
The final level of the Falling Leaf Sword Technique was indeed destroyed.
It was destroyed by Sect Leader Fang himself.
The sword that silences heaven and earth is incredibly powerful, enough to make the Star-Picking Tower invincible on the Mosang Continent, but how can it appear in the world?
But tonight, Sect Leader Fang witnessed the true meaning of the Falling Leaf Sword Technique once again.