Destiny is ashes

Chapter 299 Shaoyang Sword Mastery (13)

Huaixu, Kanming city, and the courtyard.

It is daybreak, late winter and early spring, the time of the year when the weather is most changeable, with unpredictable temperatures, and it is easiest for external pathogens to enter the body.

Next to the window inside the house, a small stove was burning with sparks, stewing a pot of soup, adding a touch of warmth.

When the dawn broke, An Jing opened his eyes.

He stood up and opened the iron pot stewing on the small stove. A smell of herbs came up, but was followed by the aroma of meat.

This is a pot of 'Old Ginseng Stewed Dragon'. Some special herbs, bamboo shoots and wild mushrooms are added to it. Before going to bed, the fire is adjusted and slowly boiled. By now, it is well cooked.

An Jing picked up a piece of wild mushroom and chewed it slowly. It tasted sweet and fragrant, and the umami flavor of the old chicken soup was blended into the mushroom just right.

"As expected of me, my skills are gradually recovering."

An Jing boasted that he didn't care whether it was hot or not. He just started eating all the ginseng chicken soup, not even leaving out the bones, which he chewed and swallowed.

After eating, he went outside and picked up a pair of purple-gold long maces, treating them as daggers.

An Jing positioned himself facing the red sunrise that had just risen over the eastern ridge and began practicing.

The dim light swept away the mist and shone on his face. After a long period of disguise, the identity of Jingxuan had become his second face. The handsome boy's pupils were clear and bright, giving people a sense of vigor and vitality.

He held the handle of the mace in his right hand and raised it to the side of his left shoulder, while the mace in his left hand hung low in front of his abdomen to protect his chest and abdomen. This was a defensive move, and he was ready to strike at any time, either chopping or slashing.

But An Jing did not draw his sword. He just maintained his stance, standing motionless in the sunlight. Both his body and hands were as steady as a statue.

His torso and limbs were motionless, but he could vaguely feel the undercurrent surging beneath his skin. As the strength surged, his muscles kept wriggling.

Shaoyang Sword Technique: The sun rises in the sea.

Therefore, the flesh and blood are the sea, the internal breath is the Yang, and the Yang is circulated to rise in the sea, transcending the flesh and blood and condensing the spiritual Qi.

Feeling hot all over and a faint breath flowing out from his limbs and bones, An Jing focused his eyes and began to practice sword moves.

It was slow at first, but gradually it became faster. The dull double maces cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air. It was obvious that the skill had reached a certain level.

The power was there, and then the subtlety. The sword moves suddenly changed, either picking, stabbing, slashing, wiping, cutting, or stirring, the ever-changing sword moves connected into a series of streams of light, and even the sound of the wind changed, becoming a long whistle like a rush.

The strong wind blew, and all the dust in the courtyard was blown up. Immediately, the wind and sand swept in like a tide. An Jing, who was in the center, was full of energy, like a rising sun, releasing infinite vitality.

After practicing for nearly half an hour, his breathing became slightly rapid. When the sun rose completely and changed from morning sun to sun, and a faint white mist rose above An Jing's head, he suddenly withdrew his moves.

In an instant, the shadows merged into one, An Jing moved, and stabbed the scarred old tree beside him with his mace.

In this move, the Yang energy in the whole body circulates with the power of Shaoyang, and flourishes along with the trend. When it is pierced out, it gives people a feeling of incomparable brightness, yet warmth and kindness.

hum!
It was clearly a top-grade magic weapon that could shatter a steel body with just a casual strike, but an invisible force burst out from it and penetrated the old tree.

The old tree was not crushed, broken, or shaken.

It just...slowly, at a slow but visible speed...

A new sprout sprouts.

"good."

An Jing walked forward, carefully observing the new buds, and nodded with satisfaction: "Although there is still some distance to go before dead leaves come back to life and dead wood sprouts again, my Shaoyang swordsmanship has indeed reached perfection."

Essence is Yang, which can make flowers bloom in winter and give birth to all things. Although it borrows a hint of the coming of spring, it is enough to illustrate the realm of An Jing Shaoyang swordsmanship.

Although An Jing has been busy with trade between the two worlds in recent days, he has not given up practicing martial arts.

This is normal. An Jing traded between the two worlds because he needed resources to practice, not to make money. Now that he had earned enough resources, he naturally had to calm down and practice. After becoming rich, An Jing ate all kinds of precious ingredients every day. Stewing flying dragon with mountain ginseng was only considered normal, and spirit beast meat was never lacking.

With the Yi Qi health-preserving technique to digest large amounts of high-quality food, and considering An Jing's age, his progress in Shao Yang swordsmanship is naturally rapid.

Shaoyang means the beginning of the movement of Yang. Use sword moves to regulate the body and mind, use sword intention to calm the mind, and use the dawn, when Yang Qi is just born, to catalyze the circulation and growth of the original Yang Qi in the human body, and then cleanse the whole body, polish the foundation, and cultivate a trace of true Yang in the body.

If one can stimulate the circulation of Yang energy throughout the body through sword moves and sword postures during practice, then this sword technique can be said to have been ingrained in one's bones.

But this Yang energy can only burst out but cannot be condensed. When the sword is swung out, it has a fierce momentum, not only can it only have the power of a single strike, but its power is also too great but without any purpose. It is like the sunshine, which can only make people warm but is unable to exert its due power.

Only by twisting the misty Yang Energy into a strand of true Yang internal breath that can circulate endlessly in the body, just like focusing sunlight with a convex mirror, can it burn objects and hurt people.

Only then can one be considered to have reached the advanced level and be able to condense the magical [Fire in the Pupils].

An Jing has already mastered it completely. The reason why he has not started to condense it is because he wants to wait for Ming Guangchen to come back and ask if there are any taboos or special requirements for the many Dharma pupils of Mingjing Sect. If possible, he can also give some guidance on his True Spirit Pupil.

But here is the problem.

Nearly two months have passed since Ming Guangchen, Jin Yanhua, You Ruhui and others left... and he still hasn't come back.

"Has my master encountered any problem?"

The dust from the sword practice slowly fell back into the courtyard. An Jing gathered the energy and spirit in his body, wondering, "Could it be that my destiny, combined with the influence of Emperor You Ruhui's blood on the current situation, has finally affected him?"

"No... I'm afraid my master has enemies everywhere. I'm afraid he really encountered something."

An Jing has a very good impression of Ming Guangchen. The other party has indeed taught him a lot and is a true teacher who imparts knowledge and answers questions. If possible, An Jing certainly wants to help him and hopes that he will be safe.

But with An Jing's wisdom and the experience of reading a wide range of books in this life, dozens of possible tragic endings for the other party have already emerged in his mind.

"Bah! Even if Shenzang Zhenren died in another continent, he would at least leave me a message!"

"If it doesn't work, I'll go back to Northern Frontier by myself! Anyway, the warehouse is full of thunder bead mines and self-destruct drones. I also have my master's token in my hand, and the real person's supernatural power is guaranteed. As long as I don't encounter multiple masters and Shenzang Zhenren along the way, no one can stop me!"

Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of the bad thoughts, An Jing was actually feeling helpless: "It's just... I can't leave!"

In the courtyard, the illusion light array was still running, and the huge Taixu altar was just standing there.

An Jing lives here, and other people cannot come in or break the illusion light formation, so naturally they don’t know that there is a Taixu Altar here.

But if An Jing left, even if other people came to clean up, they would find that there was a strange thing in the center of the courtyard that was ten feet high and could not be seen or heard but could be touched.

By then, the trouble will be big - secretly laying out the Taixu Formation in Dachen is a serious crime punishable by the extermination of three generations of clans!
Although An Jing no longer cared about whether he was one of the three clans or not and had absolutely no weaknesses, it was really inappropriate to give up the identity he had worked so hard to establish just because of an absurd reason.

And... maybe it was a premonition.

An Jing raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance.

The strong wind blew away the clouds, and the golden sunlight shone thousands of miles away, covering the distant mountains that looked like sword blades with a layer of faint golden light, bringing with it bursts of sharp murderous aura.

Because of his overly strong soul and five senses, An Jing could even smell a hint of blood from the gold color.

He murmured to himself: "I feel like trouble is coming..."

An Jing's premonition was correct.

"Jing, Young Master Jing!"

A moment later, a man's urgent cry for help was heard in the quiet street in the early morning: "There's a big trouble over at Youdeyuan!"

(End of this chapter)