I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 111 Who is the unpolished gem?

"Brother Zhian!"

Pei Xiu followed the good looks of the general and his family brother Pei Yuan.

Just then, I saw Chen Zhian, dressed in white clothes that looked as if covered with a layer of moonlight, stepping onto the platform.

Chen Zhi'an has an upright posture and a tall physique, and a face that exudes elegance. He has a bright and handsome appearance, clear eyes and thin brows. His posture is as independent as a solitary pine, and his face is like a modest gentleman.

It can be said that their appearance and demeanor are extraordinary.

Below the high platform, there were many common people from the capital, and naturally, there were also many young masters and ladies from wealthy families.

The people of the capital all thought that the young man in white who came on stage must have an extraordinary background.

And those sons of aristocratic families also thought that this young man in white also had a noble background, probably from a large aristocratic family, and was not usually in Xuantianjing.

In addition, the young master of the Pei family, one of the six surnames in Dayu, was quite surprised to see the young man in white.

Even Pei Yuan turned around and slowly saluted Chen Zhian.

"Mr. Chen." Pei Yuan opened his mouth, walked a few steps to the side, and made a gesture of invitation to the long sword just now.

"Pei Yuan has seen Mr. Chen's sword skills. Now that he is on the stage, it is a good opportunity for him to draw this [Fourth Sword] to see if he can comprehend the sword intent and sword spirit left in it by the old general.

Pei Yuan nodded towards Chen Zhian, and the scholar behind the general brought paper and pen and asked Chen Zhian to write down the years.

Without giving it much thought, Chen Zhian wrote on the booklet, "Chen Zhian, son of Chen Shuijun of Sunan Prefecture, eighteen years and three months old."

The scribe took the book and handed it to the young general with both hands.

The young general did not take the booklet, but just glanced at it casually, and his eyes suddenly showed some surprise.

"Are you the son of Miss Li?" The young general looked him up and down, nodded and said, "I have never met your father, but I met Miss Li when I was young.

Looking closely, you look somewhat similar to Miss Li, who is young and fashionable."

At this point, without waiting for Chen Zhian to reply, he pointed at the long sword and said, "We are comparing them now, so stop talking nonsense and just look at this long sword."

"This sword is from the Fourth Gen! It was left by my grandfather. It has accompanied my grandfather in battles for sixty years. Everyone in Xuan Tianjing knows about it."

"The gleaming sword shines like autumn training, and the red hair and gray beard dance at the fourth watch! This poem was written by [Daqian nobleman Bai Zhige], praising my grandfather and this long sword."

"Come on, Chen Zhian, draw your sword and let me see how powerful your sword power is!"

Chen Zhian saluted and looked down at the Four-Watcher Knife.

On the guard where the handle and the blade of this knife meet, there is a carving of a ghost with fangs bared.

But the name of this Si Geng sword cannot be described as grand, and the same is true of the carving on the guard. However, this sword is flowing with brilliant righteousness, as fierce as fire, as if it can chop off all evil spirits.

In Chen Zhian's mind, he was still recalling the scene when Pei Yuan drew his sword just now, as well as the sword intent that cut through the surrounding air.

He walked forward in silence, the twelve unpolished jade auras in the Niwan Palace flowing hurriedly, and a stream of true energy from his body fell into his fingertips.

He made a light stroke, and heavy sword energy flowed out from his fingertips, but it ultimately stopped at the ninth level, with no way to go up to the next level and transform the sword energy into sword intent.

Chen Zhian looked down at the hilt of the knife and shook his head in confusion.

It takes time to master the sword spirit and sword tactics. I'm afraid it requires a sword technique of the first-grade profound skill or above, meticulous practice, and careful comprehension before you can make further progress.

So he took a deep breath, his long sleeves fluttering, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the knife.

He gripped the hilt of the knife, and his expression suddenly changed.

However, the moment he held the knife, the twelve unpolished jade divine auras in his Niwan Palace began to tremble violently, and then flowed rapidly, connecting the jade bones and jade gates in the nurturing realm.

Layer upon layer of sword power burst out from Chen Zhian's hands.

Chen Zhian's eyes flashed.

When the twelve divine auras fell on the four-edged sword in his hand, he seemed to hear the shouting of thousands of soldiers in unison, as if he heard the waving flags and the roaring of war drums.

He saw thick true energy covering the battlefield and countless soldiers bleeding.

The weather is bad and the gods are angry, they kill everyone and abandon the wilderness!
The battlefield was endless with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Chen Zhian's Badubei swordsmanship seemed to resonate with each other. The twelve levels of sword intent also brewed the ninth level of sword force, like a strong wind howling on the battlefield, like a sudden cold rain.

Chen Zhian suddenly realized...

He looked down at the four-edged sword in his hand, and suddenly he understood more.

"The one who holds this sword has killed countless people on the battlefield, and I don't know how many heads he has chopped off.

But he has compassion in his heart, and his heart has never turned into blood and iron... He is truly a real character."

When Chen Zhian thought of this, he recalled a poem.

Haven’t you seen that in Qinghai, no one has collected the bones since ancient times?
He seemed to see an old general with red hair and gray beard, sitting in a field full of bones at the fourth watch of the night, listening to the new ghosts suffering injustice and the old ghosts crying, the sky was cloudy and the cold rain was falling, and the whole field was filled with wailing.

He seemed to see the old general with tears in his eyes, gently stroking the handle of the Four-Earned Sword...

"I won another game."

He seemed to hear the old general's whisper in his ears.

For a moment, Chen Zhian seemed to understand something.

However, he only saw the twelve layers of his eight cities going north turning down, just like the army that had captured eight large cities and retreated, and then offered sacrifices to the living and saved the souls of the dead.

A feeling of compassion came from the four-edged sword!
The young general, who was still sitting with his horse and sword in his arms, staring at Chen Zhian, suddenly stood up and stared at the sword!

Pei Yuan seemed to understand something, his eyes became solemn, and then there was more admiration.

Chen Zhian also drew his sword at this time, and the nine-fold sword force was reversed, turning into a sword that was filled with murderous aura, but also carried some compassion!
The long sword was unsheathed without any delay.

The snow-white blade flashed a light, causing the young general who was staring at the knife to squint his eyes.

"Pull it out?"

After a few moments of silence, someone shouted, "Pull it out!"

"The second person to pull out this knife today!"

"Clear and neat, just like the people of Pei family."

"I have never seen this young man in Xuantianjing. I don't know where he came from!"

Some people shouted, while others lowered their heads and whispered to the people next to them.

Pei Yuan thought for a moment, then bowed to Chen Zhian from a distance and said, "If I have time, I would like to invite Mr. Chen for tea. I hope Mr. Chen will do me the honor."

Pei Xiu was still in a trance.

He knew that Chen Zhian would definitely be able to pull out the knife.

As early as in Yufu Palace, when Chen Zhian wrote his name on a piece of paper, he knew that Chen Zhian's swordsmanship was absolutely extraordinary.

But Pei Xiu had never thought that Chen Zhian could be so clean and neat, just like Pei Yuan, drawing the sword without any hesitation.

"And... that whistling sound just now... Could it be that Chen Zhian has also realized the sword intent like Brother Pei Sanshisan?"

However, Pei Xiu had just clearly seen Chen Zhian write in the booklet that he was no more than eighteen and three months old, not even nineteen.

At this age, how can one understand the meaning of the sword?

"Moreover, Brother Zhian grew up in Sunan Prefecture and was disliked by the Li family!"

Pei Xiu hadn't figured it out yet, but Pei Yuan, who had already stepped down, called out loudly.

Then Pei Xiu put on a smile, bowed deeply to Chen Zhian, and also walked down the platform.

The young general's eyes were still on the long sword in Chen Zhian's hand. "The sword intent in this Sigeng sword..."

He whispered, raised his head and looked at Chen Zhian, thought for a moment and then clasped his fists and said, "My name is Fu Youlin, my grandfather's name is Fu Yan, he is the current [General Zhutian], guarding the north and south borders and fighting against Dali!"

Chen Zhian looked at the long sword in his hand with some reluctance and sheathed it.

Just now, as he injected true energy into the Sigeng Sword, Qingshan Tower began to shine.

Chen Zhian realized that this sword was actually a long sword that had been forged ten thousand times, and the number of forgings had even reached an astonishing thirty thousand times!
It would probably take a craftsman several years to cultivate his craftsman's fire and forge something every day.

Because of this, many craftsmen can only create one masterpiece in their entire life.

This Sigeng sword must be the masterpiece of a certain craftsman.

"This Sigeng Sword is the long sword my grandfather used when he was a general of the cavalry. It is now enshrined in our family, and it still retains my grandfather's sword spirit, so I use this sword as a test for comparison with other swords."

The general smiled and said nothing more to Chen Zhian, "I have to write a letter to my grandfather when I get back. I am still comparing notes at the moment, so I can't say more. I will come to find you later."

Chen Zhian was a little puzzled. He bowed and then stepped down from the platform.

The area around the platform was still bustling with people, but many people's eyes were following Chen Zhian.

There are many noble families in Xuantianjing, but there are not many noble families like Pei Yuan of the Pei family...

"Pei Yuan's sword intent is obviously stronger and more fierce than mine... If no one else participates, this sword fight will probably be Pei Yuan as the first and I as the second."

Thinking of this, Chen Zhian frowned again.

Poetry is the best!

If I were to win a place in the painting competition, I'd probably be in the top three at best.

Plus the second armor of this sword pen...

How can a mere champion ascend to the Wangxing Palace?
Chen Zhian walked all the way towards the north city until he passed a high wall with a notice still posted on it.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw the innate energy, the sixth-grade heavenly skill, and the sixth-grade supernatural power in the reward. His eyelids suddenly twitched.

He remembered the strong true energy rolling in his body when he held the knife just now.

This true energy was condensed twelve times and then rolled out from the Jade Pass. As it flowed through the body, it sounded like thunder.

He thought again of the twelve divine essences in his Niwan Palace, which were as white as jade, flawless and extremely thick.

Add to that the nameless sword intent he had just comprehended... plus his own treasures, and the long sword in his hand that had accompanied him for a long time.

Can't you just try to get this innate energy?
When Chen Zhian thought about this, he suddenly felt proud.

"I almost forgot that I have already perfected the rough jade."

He stepped forward, and suddenly a strong desire to fight rose in his heart.

"The way of cultivation is not to work in isolation. If I don't meet with the elite, how can I know how much I am capable of?"

“Today, there happens to be a great opportunity.

"I can defeat all the six families of Dayu, disciples of Xuanmen, including Si Hougui who was on the Young Tiger Monument, with one blow of my sword. I will see how sharp my sword is from the children of these families!"

Chen Zhian had an idea in his mind, and headed towards the north city.

Not far from the two statues, in the grassland where the Wangxing Palace and many pavilions can be seen, there are many areas divided by lush trees.

Divided by realm, the first person to step into one will have to defend the realm!

The second person enters the field. If he can defeat the first person, the loser leaves and the winner continues to defend the ring.

In each grassland, there are two practitioners of higher realms to protect and record the results. The final winner will be decided by the many Yufeng university scholars on the fifth floor of the Wangxing Palace in the north city based on the performance of the people participating in the comparison.

When Chen Zhian came to the North City, there were still people singing and dancing on the tall buildings, and still people laughing and talking.

The sounds of stringed instruments rise up, and the zither and harp sound in harmony, like the gurgling of flowing water.

The guests were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had various manners. The young men and women were graceful, with their sleeves fluttering in the wind and the jade pendants on their waists clinking, making luxurious sounds. The dancers danced lightly and gracefully, as if they were walking in the clouds.

At this moment, countless adults were also in high places, looking down at the entire Xuantianjing and those grasslands.

For example, on the guest platform on the sixteenth floor, Chu Muye sat cross-legged, and sitting opposite him was Zhao Chongzhi, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Inspectorate.

This second-rank official who holds great power in the court was drinking, with a big smile on his face and a soft voice, looking like a gentle person.

But how could such a gentle person hold the high position of Left Censor-in-Chief of the Inspectorate?

At this time, he nodded slightly and said with a smile: "What's his name... Chen Zhian? He does have some skills. Even if Qi Tianchong of Xi Penglai is not as good as him, he is only at the Shen Yun realm, but he was able to escape from his hands, which is also extraordinary."

“But… Prime Minister Song and you, if you want him to hold the seal, it would be a bit too childish. His inheritance is nothing special. His physique and talent are indeed commendable, but there are countless talented young men in Dayu.

Can Chen Zhian stand out among these people? I don’t think so.”

Zhao Chongzhi seemed to be a little drunk. He ignored the many ministers at the banquet and spoke softly to Chu Muye.

Chu Muye took a deep breath, cursing in his heart.

He really wanted to slap this drunk old fox in the face, but when he thought of this man's cultivation and his official position, he held himself back.

He and Song had some thoughts about Chen Zhian.

But how to persuade those in the court who support Prime Minister Song, and how to persuade fence-sitters like Zhao Chongzhi?

Prime Minister Song is not the only one in power in the court, the power of the aristocratic families is raging!

At this time, we must take into account the opinions of our allies and win over people like Zhao Chongzhi.

He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"What exactly do you want to see?" Chu Muye thought to himself.

A breeze blew by, and he suddenly sensed a flash of fierce knife light in the grassland below.

Chu Muye turned his head subconsciously.

But I saw...

In the Unpolished Jade Grassland, Chen Zhian, who had changed into a long black robe, sheathed his sword.

Not far from him, a young unpolished jade monk was sweating profusely, staring at the long sword at Chen Zhian's waist in silence.

After a few breaths, the unpolished jade monk respectfully saluted Chen Zhian and walked out of the grassland.

The wind blew, and Chen Zhian stood in the grassland with a sword.

Heads of people gradually gathered on the high platform in the distance and looked towards this place.

Chen Zhian grasped the hilt of the knife.

The east wind blew into the grassland, and he looked up at the platform.

The howling east wind also blew over the high platform.

Everyone on the stage looked over and saw Chen Zhian standing alone in the rough jade field.

He pointed at the platform and turned his palm again, with his fingers forming a hook.

"Who is the rough diamond?"

"Come!"

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