The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 261: The First Peak of Sword Dao

"The swordsman first collects the essence, then the fire of the heart. The lungs are the wind cat, the liver is the charcoal, the spleen is the yellow mud, and the kidneys are the essence of the sun and the moon. The breath is the law, and the breath becomes the sword's energy..."

In the small courtyard, the drunk Pei Qianhuo was discussing the method of sword cultivation. He was obviously drunk and even told some of the secret techniques of the sword pills in the Sword Pavilion.

Fortunately, Pei Qingchi stopped him in time.

"Brother, do you want Master to break your legs?"

Pei Qianhuo was drunk, patted his chest, and muttered: "We have been eating and living at Brother Zhang's house these days, so what's wrong with me teaching him a few moves?"

"I am willing!"

As he spoke, a pale golden sword ball flew out of his mouth, and in an instant the whole courtyard was shrouded in an invisible sharp edge.

"disease!"

Pei Qianhuo pointed his sword and the sword ball instantly turned into a three-foot-long golden sword. It circled over the pavilion in the distance like lightning and flew back into his mouth.

This process was so fast that even Zhang Jiuyang, without opening his third eye, could only see a residual shadow.

Then, a breeze blew by, and the pavilion built of rosewood slowly split into two. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

A strange look flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

What a fast flying sword!
Although he could do it with the Evil-Slaying Sword, the speed would definitely not be as fast. The sword ball technique was truly magical.

The sword pill is equivalent to the cultivator's golden elixir. It has been nurtured by them since childhood, and they have long since achieved the unity of man and sword. It is a magic weapon for the dual cultivation of sex and life, so naturally it is extremely powerful.

It can be said that all the skills of the Sword Pavilion disciples are based on this sword pill. The advantage of doing so is obvious. The power of the flying sword will be stronger, and one sword can break all the methods.

Even Zhang Jiuyang today feels inferior to him in the art of flying sword.

But the disadvantages are also obvious, that is, the sword ball is too hard and easy to break. If it is damaged or even broken, all the hard work of a lifetime will be wasted in an instant.

"The way of the sword immortal is to move forward courageously!"

Pei Qianhuo patted Zhang Jiuyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, what you have learned is too miscellaneous. It is better for me to break all the techniques with this sword!"

Pei Qingchi sighed and said, "You can't beat Taoist Zhang, you're a defeated general, how dare you say that?"

Pei Qianhuo immediately got angry and said, "I was hungry before, so it doesn't count. Come on, let's compete again!"

"But Brother, you have competed with Taoist Zhang thirteen times in the past few days. You lost twelve times and only won once. The time you won was in a drinking contest..."

Junior sister Pei Qingchi coldly interrupted.

"is it?"

Pei Qianhuo touched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "I drank too much and don't remember."

In order to hide his embarrassment, he laughed, then pulled Zhang Jiuyang to continue explaining the method of sword cultivation, and told him many secret techniques of their Sword Pavilion one by one, wanting to prove that he lost not because the Sword Pavilion's techniques were not powerful, but because his cultivation was not yet good enough.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why the old sword god named him Pei Qianhuo. If he had such a disciple and he revealed the sect's secret techniques right away, he would be furious.

Pei Qingchi stared at his senior brother closely, fearing that he would reveal even the most basic method. Fortunately, although his senior brother was unreliable, he still had some bottom line and did not involve the core inheritance.

But even so, Zhang Jiuyang benefited a lot.

He used his fingers as swords and kept gesturing in the air. There was a mysterious sword intent and the sword energy became even purer.

There was a strange look in Pei Qingchi's eyes.

In fact, she has been silently observing Zhang Jiuyang these days. It is very rare to find someone who can beat his senior brother twelve times in a row and is younger than his senior brother.

Master once said that although senior brother is unreliable, his talent is among the top five among all the successors of Jiange. If he can change his temperament, his future achievements will be limitless.

But even such a senior brother lost so completely.

Moreover, according to her observation, Taoist Zhang's comprehension is so strong that it is terrifying. All the secret techniques of the Sword Pavilion that her senior brother talked about actually need to be based on the sword pill technique, otherwise they cannot be cultivated at all.

But after listening to it just a few times, Taoist Zhang seemed to have extracted the most core sword principles from those secret techniques and turned them into his own sword skills.

Even my senior brothers can't have this kind of talent.

In the entire Jiange, there is only one person who can do this.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with your brain? It's so useful. It's just as good as my junior sister's. Master said that my junior sister's comprehension is unparalleled in the world. She can master any sword technique at a glance. Even if you search the whole world, you won't find another one like her."

Pei Qianhuo shook his head, seeming to be very excited, and said: "Aren't you the second one?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the girl in surprise.

She was wearing a green dress, sitting upright, carrying the red sword case on her back. There was a trace of cinnabar between her cold eyebrows. Although the sword energy was nascent, it was extremely pure.

Pei Qianhuo was already a genius in swordsmanship, but he did not expect that this girl, who was like a green lotus in the pond, had even greater talent than him.

It seems that Jiange will produce two sword immortals in this life.

Their eyes met, Zhang Jiuyang nodded slightly and said, "Miss Xiaochi, do you have any advice on swordsmanship? Why don't we discuss it together?"

Before, he only talked with Pei Qianhuo. After all, as they were both in the fourth realm, he naturally preferred people of the same path.

Although Pei Qingchi had a brilliant sword energy and extraordinary physique, he was still too young after all. At only fifteen or sixteen years old, he had just entered the third realm, so he was naturally ignored.

But this girl was extremely patient. She sat there for many days and listened quietly, as quiet as a lotus.

Pei Qingchi nodded slightly when he heard this, his eyes remained calm and unperturbed. He was neither dissatisfied with being ignored nor happy with being valued.

Be neither humble nor arrogant, and be calm and composed.

Just this demeanor made Zhang Jiuyang look at him with higher regard.

"I am different from my senior brother. He specializes in one path and walks the path of unity between man and sword. Although I also practice the sword pill method, because I have a stronger understanding, I also practice the sword techniques of hundreds of schools and walk the path of heavenly sword..."

She spoke of her insights into the way of the sword in a clear and concise manner, often getting to the point with just a few words, and she could demonstrate them with ease.

This made Zhang Jiuyang excited and he kept asking her for advice.

Cultivators should prioritize those who have achieved success. Although Pei Qingchi's cultivation is not as good as the other two, he has his own unique insights on the way of the sword. Zhang Jiuyang naturally does not hesitate to ask him questions.

Both of them were geniuses, and while talking about swordsmanship, they picked up chopsticks and gestured, and in the end they even ignored Pei Qianhuo. But he was also happy and comfortable, eating famous swords, drinking fine wine, and occasionally interjecting a few words, which were sharp and unique.

For several days in a row, the three of them discussed the Dao here. Everyone gained a lot and their relationship became closer.

"Brother Zhang, your swordsmanship is about overpowering others with force. It's not the sword that's strong, but the person. This is very different from my swordsmanship."

Pei Qingchi saw another path in Zhang Jiuyang.

"Gentlemen are harmonious but different. Since the three of us have taken different paths, let's see who can go further."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his glass, bringing this discussion to an end.

"Hahaha, that's great, Lao Zhang, what you said is really good, but I will definitely be the winner in the end!"

Pei Qianhuo is full of confidence.

"Haha, you should win back the twelve times you lost first."

"Hiss! Lao Zhang, you hit me in the heart again!"

Watching the two bickering, Pei Qingchi smiled slightly. She raised her teacup and said with tea instead of wine: "Okay, let's see who will be the future..."

"The best swordsman."

After these words were spoken, Zhang Jiuyang and Pei Qianhuo were both stunned, and waves of emotion began to surge in their hearts.

"Haha, my junior sister has always been a taciturn person, but I didn't expect that she could speak so boldly this time! Just for this sentence, I did it!"

"I also did Jing Jian Dao."

"Respect the sword."

Three large bowls clinked together, two bowls of liquor and one bowl of tea, but they all had an endless aftertaste.

……

afternoon.

Holding the Sword of Slaying Evils, Zhang Jiuyang practiced slowly under the sun. To this day, his swordsmanship is no longer limited to the Liuhe Swordsmanship taught by Yue Ling. Instead, he has combined the strengths of various schools and developed his own style.

Especially after Pei Qingchi demonstrated many ancient sword techniques collected by Jian Ge, his sword techniques became more ancient, profound, broad and mysterious.

He was digesting the gains of these days.

Ali was dozing off while watching from the side, wondering why Ninth Brother was getting worse the more he practiced. His sword skills became weak and there was no murderous aura at all.

It's far inferior to her swordsmanship.

After a while, she was so bored that she decided to go find Ao Ya to play.

sunset.

Zhang Jiuyang sheathed his sword in the dusk without breaking a sweat, but at the moment he slowly put the Evil-Slaying Sword back into its sheath, startling changes suddenly occurred around him.

The fallen leaves flying in the air turned into powder in an instant, and the Golden Point Pond in the distance was cut into two halves, and the water in the pool took a long time to close.

There were goldfish swimming in the water on both sides of the pond, but no fish dared to swim past the cut place, just like the boundary between Chu River and Han River.

After a few breaths, the sword intent slowly dissipated and the surroundings returned to calm.

Zhang Jiuyang exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile in his eyes.

After several days of discussing the Dao, his sword intent became purer and more powerful.

At this moment, a gust of evil wind blew from afar at an extremely fast speed. Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed, and his slender fingers slowly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

After he became famous in one battle, would any demon dare to come to the Shen family?

But soon he smiled and loosened the hilt of the sword.

"Master, I'm back!"

It was Qingji. Zhang Jiuyang had sent it to the capital to contact Yue Ling and tell her about the Ghost Mother and the heir of Jiange entering the world. Now, after so many days, it finally brought back the news.

……

"Senior Zhuge invited us to go to the capital?"

Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi looked at the letter brought by Qingji, and their eyes were filled with ripples.

They have been aware of the general situation in the world during this period, so they naturally know how important Zhuge Yunhu is. He is the director of the Imperial Observatory and a real person of the sixth realm like their master!

"Yes, the Imperial Observatory has begun searching for the Ghost Mother during this period, but the evil spirit seems to have learned its lesson and is acting very carefully this time, and is no longer as rampant as it was more than a hundred years ago."

"So they want to invite you to the capital to discuss in detail how to find the ghost mother and kill her once and for all."

Pei Qingchi bowed and said gratefully: "Thanks to Brother Zhang's introduction, we were able to gain the attention of Senior Zhuge."

But not everyone can reach out to the emperor and directly contact the director of the Imperial Observatory.

Zhang Jiuyang's introduction saved them a lot of trouble.

"Old Zhang, aren't you going to Beijing with us?"

Pei Qianhuo couldn't help but ask.

A trace of trance flashed across Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, as if he saw the dashing and heroic figure he had not seen for a long time, and his heart moved.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to go to the capital, he just had his own things to do.

Moreover, the Huangquan gathering is not far away, and the important areas in the capital are heavily guarded, so it is not suitable to attend the Huangquan banquet.

"I have something else to tell you. If you encounter any troubles in the capital, you can go find someone named Yue Ling."

"As long as you say you are my friend, she will definitely help."

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(End of this chapter)