I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 132: Holding a long knife and a flying sword in the air, can he be called an expert in both sword and knife?

In the Yinhe Tower, scholars and writers recited poems, sang songs, played the piano and painted, and so on.

Many people looked at the private room where Chen Zhian was sitting from time to time, and recognized that the young man with a long sword on his back was Lu Shengxuan from the Lu family, the person on the Young Tiger Monument.

So all kinds of eyes swept over, and many people even listened carefully, hoping to know what people like Chen Sijia and Lu Shengxuan were talking about.

Unfortunately, there were always a few faint sword intentions lingering around Lu Shengxuan's body.

The sword intent was so entrenched that it blocked the voices of the two people, not letting any of them in.

“That Yun Ting has long been dissatisfied with my Shangyuan Lu family, and also dissatisfied with the court letting him work in Shangyuan Prefecture, and he has long harbored rebellious intentions in his heart.

The reason why he killed my father and those four hundred households was just to submit a letter of surrender to the South China Sea Islands or the Dali court."

Lu Shengxuan was kneeling on the futon. In the wine cup on the table, there was a cup of sake still steaming and emitting a rich aroma.

Chen Zhian looked into Lu Shengxuan's eyes. There was not even the slightest shame of lying in the eyes of the young man on the Tiger Cub Monument, as if he was saying something that was proven to be true.

Chen Zhian remained calm and said, "Since Master Shengxuan is already convinced, why did he invite me here to talk to me?
You already have the answer in your heart, why do you need my approval or disapproval? "

The sword energy passed by, and the white clothes on Lu Shengxuan's body fluttered. He frowned and said, "That day I met Mr. Chen at the entrance of the Imperial City Street. Mr. Chen asked me a few questions in succession, and I knew that Mr. Chen felt that Yun Ting should not die.

If it were someone else, I wouldn't have to come here in person to explain it to you."

“However, Mr. Chen was able to write such a poem, and he has already passed the agreement with the Taoist priests and his name has been included in the Young Tiger Monument. When the list is updated in a few months, Mr. Chen will definitely be able to make further progress.

The people in Xuantianjing all call Mr. Chen Chen Sijia, and I, Lu Shengxuan, also know in my heart that Mr. Chen is not one of those muddy people. "

"My father was a noble man his whole life, but now he has been wrongly killed and has to bear the misunderstanding of people like Mr. Chen. I feel very unfair, so I have come here to Yinhe Tower to meet you."

Lu Shengxuan lowered his head and whispered softly. At this point, he took a deep breath, as if he was unable to extricate himself from the grief in his heart.

Chen Zhian took a sip of tea slowly, but seemed to completely ignore Lu Shengxuan's grief over the death of his father.

"As long as something happens, there will always be traces. Just one look and you will know that something is fishy...

Mr. Lu, in your heart, your father is naturally noble, kind and forgiving, just like his name, Lu Cikuan. No matter what the reason, you are his blood relative. Yun Ting killed your father, and you want to kill Yun Ting for revenge. I can understand that.

However, you are too arrogant to come to me so openly and ask me to respect your father."

"As for the principles of this world, you will have to go to the Lu family and let the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple have a clear account of the case.

Then let me ask you, Mr. Lu, Linjiaguan is at the foot of Ku Lao Mountain, not far from your father's villa. I heard that your father seldom comes home, and out of the 365 days a year, he spends at least 250 years in that villa.

Since he is in the mountains every day, with his Jade Palace realm cultivation, couldn't he have noticed that there is a big demon ghost around Linjiaguan?"

"Linjiaguan was trapped in the fog for a year. In just one year, there were only 1,000 people left out of the 5,000 people in the village. You said your father cared about the people, but he never saw the tragedy of the demons and ghosts eating people at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yun Ting went to Shangyuan Prefecture and personally killed the demon, saving more than 400 households of Linjiaguan. After killing your father, why didn't he rush to the South Sea or Dali? Why did he waste time killing those ordinary people?"

"For Dali or the two islands in the South China Sea, what are the lives of more than a thousand ordinary people worth?"

Chen Zhian spoke very slowly, but each of his words carried tremendous weight and completely hit Lu Shengxuan's heart.

Lu Shengxuan lowered his head and thought.

Chen Zhian added: “Mr. Lu, you are surrounded by blood relatives, your eyes have been shrouded by confusion, and you can no longer see the truth.

If you have someone you know, you might as well ask him and see how many of the great men in Xuantianjing have not seen the clues clearly."

Lu Shengxuan was still in deep thought, but after a long time he suddenly shook his head.

"My father was kind and generous. Everyone in Shangyuan Prefecture praised him. Many people were grateful to him. Some writers wrote articles praising my father for being a man who lived up to his name. Even though he made some mistakes in his daily life, they were definitely not punishable by death.

Besides, even if he is guilty, Yun Ting cannot kill him with a knife. Of course, there are also the laws of Dayu and the rules of my Lu family!
Yun Ting was wrong, and he was wrong. He killed people for no reason, and he deserves death. He must die!"

When Lu Shengxuan first started speaking, his voice was very small, but as he spoke gradually, his voice became more and more resonant, and his eyes, which had originally flickered, were now filled with determination.

He looked directly at Chen Zhian and said, "As Mr. Chen said, the world's affairs are clear at a glance, but the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, and the Supervisory Office jointly tried the case and gave Yun Ting a crime punishable by execution.

If those adults can see clearly, why do they do this? "

Chen Zhian looked Lu Shengxuan up and down, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Lu, do you know your origin? Do you know your bloodline? You came to me today and said such words. Is it because you are kind-hearted or are you pretending to be kind in front of me?"

Lu Shengxuan frowned and took off the long sword behind him.

This long sword is completely snow-white, and the sword, hilt and scabbard are all as white and shiny as branches in winter.

"My ten thousand forged long sword is called [Holding Snow]." Lu Shengxuan said, "This sword was given to me by my father on my sixteenth birthday, hoping that I would have a righteous heart throughout my life, and my state of mind would be as pure and untainted as the snow falling from the sky."

"And this sword is indeed remarkable. Even if a person with high cultivation can be deceived by it, let's not talk about it. But if an ordinary Xiantian or Yuque cultivator has evil spirits in his heart, his mind is not right, and his righteousness is not there... when he holds the hilt of the sword, the sword energy will roar to repel him."

Lu Shengxuan placed the sword on the table and pulled it out casually.

The long sword holding snow was immediately pulled out by Lu Shengxuan and held in his hand.

A cold light came from the sword and fell into Chen Zhian's eyes.

Lu Shengxuan sheathed his sword and said, "My father expected me to keep my heart as white as snow and have righteousness in my heart, and I should abide by it throughout my life... Yun Ting killed people without reason, so he is a demon... Soon, I will enter the palace, holding the sword [Du Nan], and fight with the person chosen by Qin Dadu Yu with this righteousness. This righteousness is the righteousness my father left me, and naturally I can avenge him."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Grand Commander Qin and General Fu are the shield of Dayu. If Yun Ting is guilty, why did Grand Commander Qin travel thousands of miles to the capital to plead for Yun Ting?"

Lu Shengxuan shook his head: "Qin Dadu Yu has a high level of cultivation, but he is not an immortal after all. How can he see through people's hearts? He was deceived and sent the sword [Luanxiu], but whether it is Zheng Xuanze under his command or Lu Zhujun under General Fu, as long as someone dares to hold Luanxiu, I will fight and win...

I will just use the Snow Sword in my hand to avenge my father."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the hilt of the Wanforged Sword.

Chen Zhian also stared at the sword on the table. He suddenly chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Master Lu thought he was sticking to his heart and keeping a righteous heart, but he used this long sword to strengthen his heart..."

"But this Snow Sword is just a sword. Even if you can pull it out, what does that mean?"

As Chen Zhian spoke, he reached out his hand, took the sword, and casually pulled it out on the hilt.

Edict!
In an instant, the Snow Sword was unsheathed, and even emitted an even whiter glow, causing many scholars and writers who were looking at this place to squint their eyes.

Lu Shengxuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he seemed a little unable to believe it.

He just said that this sword [Chixue] has its own mysteries. If one has evil intentions and evil thoughts in his mind, there will be a whistling sound when the sword is drawn out.

But the mystery of this sword does not end there.

Ten thousand forged swords, each with its own merits. Chen Zhian, a swordsman who has only practiced swordsmanship and a young man who has not yet reached the innate realm, how could he draw this long sword holding snow?

But Chen Zhian was sitting opposite Lu Shengxuan.

He just casually took the sword, pulled it out casually, and the snow-white sword came out of its sheath, emitting a sword light.

It was as if... this long sword was cheering and leaping for joy because it was held in Chen Zhian's hand, and the sword intent contained in it was also ringing because of it!
In such surprise.

Chen Zhian stood up and said, "The Yun Ting case will eventually be solved... Mr. Lu came here in person today and brought this precious sword with him. Why don't I have a word with him again?"

"A few days ago, I saw Master Lu and another Master Lu who is a few years older than you, guarding the sedan chair together. Since this sword is so mysterious, why not let your brother from the Lu family hold this sword as well."

Having said this, he turned away.

Lu Shengxuan sat in the same place, still looking down at the Wanduan sword on the table, still recalling the sword light just now in his mind.

Chen Zhian...

How come someone at the Jade God level could pull out the Ten Thousand Forged Sword so easily?

-

"【Du Nan】, 【Luan Xiu】... Lu Shengxuan seems to want to fight with the person chosen by Qin Dadu Yu to decide whether General Yun Ting will die."

On Fosang Street, Chen Zhian's eyes were clear, with a smile on his lips, and he felt very happy.

He remembered what Prime Minister Song had told him that day, that General Yun Ting did not have to die, and it depended on what Qin Dadu brought with him to Xuan Tianjing, and whether it could outweigh the price paid by the Lu family, in order to impress Emperor Zhaofu.

Now it seems that Qin Dadu Yu really doesn't want to let a person like General Yun Ting die in vain.

There is still hope for General Yun Ting’s case!
He thought of Lin Hu who died on the street that day, and of the frightened woman, and took a deep breath.

"I hope that Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun mentioned by Lu Shengxuan can win a great victory in this fight, so that General Yun can be cleared of all charges and survive."

When Chen Zhian thought about this, he remembered that he still had a Hanlu sword in his Chenglu Ring.

As he stretched out his hand, the long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword body was silver-white, with simple yet rustic patterns... and a sharp sword energy gradually emanated from it.

This long sword, which has been forged for five thousand times, is now gathering dust in Chen Zhian's Chenglu Ring, and Chen Zhian has no use for it.

"Perhaps, I should also dabble in swordsmanship for a while."

Chen Zhian has practiced swordsmanship to this point and always feels at ease.

It is not impossible to practice sword skills again.

"Maybe I should find a book on sword techniques and practice it first. If I find it too difficult to practice both sword and saber at the same time, I can choose to practice one of them."

Chen Zhian was thinking this in his mind.

Then he thought of that day at the intersection of the imperial city. Xiao Li just snapped his fingers and a sword light flew up dozens of feet, repelling Wei Lingyu.

"In the Xiantian realm, with the innate divine essence of the fetus, one can already practice divine powers. Using the sword in sequence is like controlling a flying sword...

If there really is a flying sword in this world that can take off the enemy's head from eight hundred miles away, I can really practice both sword and knife together.

Holding a long sword in hand, with a flying sword suspended in the air, one sword and one knife... can't this be called the best of both worlds?"

"Moreover... I have already cultivated twelve divine essences. It is not that difficult to separate the divine essences and control the sword light."

When Chen Zhian figured this out, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked inward at the Niwan Palace, which was already shrouded in golden light, and was only seven or eight days away from the innate fetal palace.

After seven or eight days, he will be able to draw the innate energy into his body, cultivate it carefully, and thus enter the innate realm.

At that time, he could practice another magical power, perhaps even a flying sword magical power.

But where did this flying sword power come from?
When Chen Zhian thought of Li Xu, he shook his head again.

Li Xushi has lived on Lao Jian Mountain since he was a child. His supernatural powers must have been inherited from his master on Lao Jian Mountain. It would be too shameless to ask for them for no reason.

He and Li Xushi get along quite well, and they can be considered rare good friends, so how could he make things difficult for him?
Just at this moment, he seemed to sense something, and his consciousness fell in Baiyujing.

In Baiyujing, Fu Tingjun was still perched on a mountain. The light of Guanghan Tower shone on the huge dragon body, helping it to recover its spirit.

However, in just ten days, Fu Tingjun's spiritual energy was no longer that weak, but had become much stronger.

At the very least, the dragon body manifested by the divine aura is no longer so transparent, but has become much more solid.

"The magical powers of the dragon race cannot be learned."

Chen Zhian came to Baiyujing not to support Tingjun.

Fu Tingjun is of the dragon family. The mysterious old man told him before that the lord of West Penglai Mountain, Jiao Xianggong, practiced the magical powers of a dragon in the body of a human, and tried to transform from a dragon into a dragon in his human form, but gradually he turned into a demon and brought disaster to the people.

Chen Zhian doesn’t want to stop being a human being...and he’s afraid that the dragon clan’s magical powers are not something he can practice whenever he wants.

His target is Laohuangliang.

He wants to ask Lao Huangliang for a magical sword skill!
Chen Zhi'an's gaze fell on the Kaiyang Palace, and he saw Old Huang Liang sitting cross-legged in the Kaiyang Palace.

When he saw Lao Huang Liang, he felt a little relieved.

Old Huang Liang hadn't come to Kaiyangque for a long time, which made Chen Zhian inexplicably worried.

only……

Today, Old Huang Liang is hunched over, breathing heavily, looking lonely, and even his shoulders are shaking.

This man with a mysterious origin but unparalleled heroism is crying today.

Chen Zhian was moved.

Would Old Huang Liang, who remained calm when seeing a real dragon like Fu Tingjun, cry?

ps: The author received a [Chapter Discount Card], thanks to [A Eel] for the 10,000-point reward, thank you for your support.

(End of this chapter)