I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 144 Do you have any grievances?
Lu Zhujun didn't know why Chen Zhian asked this question, but still nodded and said, "I already hold the sword [Luanxiu]. The Luanxiu long sword is extremely precious and is a sharp weapon among swords. With my current cultivation and magical powers, I can only hold the sword, but I can't exert the power of this famous sword."

He looked worried: "The reason is that the sword spirit I cultivate is like fire, which is not compatible with this Luanxiu long sword, and the sword magic is not mysterious.

And Lu Sheng has profound Xuantian skills, his sword spirit is as bright as the sun, and his various sword skills are even more mysterious. He even saw the Dunan sword before this duel... This is why I am not as good as him."

Zheng Xuanze gritted his teeth and said to him, "The reason why Lu Shengxuan shone his sword light and displayed his magical powers when you held the sword was to make you lose your courage and determination, to damage your Tao heart, and to make you lose your fighting spirit.

Brother Lu, General Yun Ting's life now depends on your sword, you must hold on no matter what."

Lu Zhujun lowered his head, drank a glass of wine, and remained silent for a few moments.

"I am indeed afraid." He said, "But I, Lu Zhujun, am not afraid of losing my life... I have experienced countless life and death situations at the border between the North and the South, and I have seen countless iron horses and cloud eagles of the Dali people. I have also been seriously injured and wandered outside the Yama Pass, but I have never mentioned the word "fear".

But now, I am responsible for other people's lives, which makes me unable to sleep well.

The general and the imperial governor have placed their hopes on me. If I fail, they will not only feel sorry for the death of General Yun Ting, but also for the life of Lord Lu Zhu. "

Lu Zhujun spoke frankly in every word, facing the pressure on her shoulders head-on.

Chen Zhian's expression was stern, and he asked, "This is a duel between saints in person, so do the Shangyuan Lu family still dare to kill people?"

"The saints never mentioned that we cannot kill people, so we can kill them." Zheng Xuanze said, "The six families of Dayu will surely kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. In their eyes, those of us who dare to hold the sword for Yun Ting are already worthy of death. It is a good opportunity to kill them to deter others."

Chen Zhian thought of Lu Shengxuan.

This young swordsmanship genius from the Uehara Lu family was already convinced that Yun Ting deserved to die, and he also believed that anyone who defended Yun Ting was preventing the court from giving his father justice.

If there were other members of the Lu family who could have advised him a little more, it wouldn't be impossible for Lu Shengxuan to kill someone.

“Things have come to this point. In this huge city of Xuantianjing, there are not many people who dare to confront the six clans of Dayu, and even fewer who can wield swords.

Brother Lu, if you really die in this fight, I will erect a monument for you. As long as I am not dead, from now on every New Year or festival, there will be a stick of incense for you. "

Zheng Xuanze speaks bluntly, which is not auspicious enough.

But even though he was already drunk, his eyes were extremely sincere, and he shook his head and sighed, "The world is like this, how can death not be death? Dying on the battlefield is of course the best, but if you die to save heroes, it can also be called a sacrifice.

If I hadn't been injured, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been Brother Lu's turn to come to Xuan Tianjing."

Chen Zhian looked at the two men and felt that they possessed both the heroism of a general and the loyalty of heroes in the martial arts world.

He admired these two people more and more, and at the same time, he developed some interest in General Yun Ting.

"Two generals, who on earth is this General Yun Ting that you would risk your lives to save him."

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze looked at each other.

Lu Zhujun spoke first: "He and I are comrades-in-arms. I have fought with him on the battlefield several times. Yun Ting always led the charge even when facing the fierce Dali people. His skills are all about killing.

But this kind of person is also a true hero. His salary has always been used to provide relief to the relatives of those who died under his command. He even sold the elixirs he used for cultivation and opened a veterans' hall in Beihongzhou in the north. He bought a lot of land and gathered a group of old and helpless veterans, letting them work together to farm and raise cattle to solve their livelihoods. "

When he talked about General Yun Ting, there was even deeper admiration in his eyes.

Zheng Xuanze also nodded and said, "General Yun Ting was born in the North. His grandfather was a veteran soldier in the North."

Chen Zhian thought of Lin Hu who went to his death in anger that night, and Lin Yu who was extremely scared but still wanted to commit suicide. He finally understood why these two people came all the way to Xuantianjing to die to avenge General Yunting.

I understand more clearly why the twenty or so men led by Yun Ting dared to attack Ku Lao Mountain and why they dared to chop off Lu Cikuan's head.

He lowered his head and thought.

Zheng Xuanze became more and more drunk, shaking his head and saying, "What's there to be afraid of in death? I, Zheng Xuanze, am a lonely man. All fifteen of my family members died in a fight, and I am the only one who survived.

If it wasn't for the purpose of killing a few more northern barbarians, I would have wanted to die long ago.

Lu Zhujun, in this world and this kind of society, there is actually nothing good to live for. If you die in this fight, I will avenge you and General Yun Ting after I recover from my injuries.

Won’t the six families of Dayu die? Didn’t Lu Cikuan also get beheaded by Yun Ting? When the sword lands on their necks, they will know that they will die too.”

Chen Zhian's eyes moved slightly. He said nothing more and just looked at Lu Zhujun: "General Lu, can I take a look at the Luanxiu long sword?"

"Why not?" Lu Zhujun said, "Whether I win or lose, this sword will eventually be sent to the palace. Things sent to the palace cannot be taken back just because I lost the fight.

Since it is something from the palace, Brother Chen, just enjoy your eyes on it."

When Lu Zhujun reached out, a long sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

This long sword is about three feet and six inches long, and the hilt is dark, like an ancient tree in the mountains.

The scabbard is jet black, and has faint winding patterns engraved on it, just like the veins of mountains and rivers, or like ancient runes, it is extremely mysterious.

When Chen Zhian looked at the Luanxiu long sword, a cold and heavy aura of mountains and rivers rushed towards him.

He suddenly had a feeling...

The sword seemed to have a soul, as if it was examining him.

Chen Zhian took Luanxiu from Lu Zhujun.

When the long sword was in his hand, Chen Zhian's twelve extremely thick divine auras trembled suddenly. He clearly felt that many equally sharp sword auras were brewing in the sword.

The sword energy was as heavy as a mountain. Above the mountains, there were clouds lingering and streams gurgling. Under countless changes, many sword energies were faintly jumping in it.

Chen Zhian took a deep breath.

Just by holding the scabbard, Chen Zhian knew how precious and extraordinary this sword was.

A famous weapon passed down from generation to generation!

It is much more precious than a sword that has been forged a hundred thousand times.

Even among the cultivators at the peak of Yuque, who are about to step into the realm of creation, only a very small number of them can possess a famous weapon handed down from generation to generation!
And most of the famous weapons handed down from generation to generation are controlled by the monks of creation.

As for the Luanxiu long sword, it is the 24th sword in the row on the ancient monument of Suo. It is a truly famous weapon handed down from generation to generation, and it is rare in the world.

Such a precious sword is now held in the hands of Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian even felt a strong throbbing in his heart.

He wanted to draw out the sword and see what the blade looked like.

So he held the sword in his left hand and his right hand fell on the hilt.

Lu Zhujun, who was drinking, quickly swallowed the wine, raised his hand and said, "Brother Chen, don't draw your sword casually.

The famous sword has a spirit, and it is quite repulsive to people other than sword cultivators. If you forcefully draw the sword, I am afraid it will anger Luanxiu and hurt you."

After hearing what Lu Zhujun said, Zheng Xuanze also hurriedly said, “Not to mention people other than sword cultivators, even among sword cultivators, not all sword cultivators can draw this sword.

Brother Chen, be careful. Just take a look at this sword, but don't draw it."

The two men tried to persuade him, but Chen Zhian's right hand still firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

When he injected his true essence into it, the Qingshan Tower in Baiyujing suddenly flashed with light, and a mysterious and powerful force passed through the true essence and fell into the Luanxiu sword.

【The sword is called Luanxiu. 】

Chen Zhian was stunned.

This time, the information Qingshan Tower sent back consisted of only four sentences.

But Chen Zhian immediately understood that the Luanxiu sword was too precious and had its own extraordinary qualities. Bai Yujing was directly linked to his cultivation.

With his current strength, Qingshanlou might not be able to discern the swords of the level of famous weapons handed down from generation to generation.

So he didn't hesitate, holding the sword in his hand, closing his eyes and thinking for a few moments.

Even though Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun were already drunk, they became even more worried when they saw Chen Zhian holding the hilt of the sword.

The famous weapon handed down from generation to generation is extremely powerful. If Chen Zhian insists on drawing the sword and Luanxiu gets angry, Chen Zhian will probably be seriously injured at the very least.

So Lu Zhujun stood up and wanted to take the sword from Chen Zhian.

Just at this moment...

Edict!
Chen Zhian drew his sword an inch, and a sword sound came from it, which was extremely brief. Another ray of sword energy leaked out, but disappeared in an instant.

When he saw Lu Zhujun, he suddenly froze.

He was a sword practitioner with extremely high attainments in the way of the sword, and he had also wielded a sword in Luanxiu before. Naturally, he could hear the extraordinary sound and the fierce sword energy!

The long sword rang, as if Luanxiu was jumping for joy.

And that sword energy was whistling... Lu Zhujun could clearly sense that there was an extremely mysterious sword intent contained in that sword energy.

Faintly, he seemed to see the overlapping peaks, the deep canyons, and even more... the thick sea of clouds rolling up and down, shrouded in mist. Then another sword broke through the air, climbed over the sea of clouds, and went straight to the top of the mountain!
Lu Zhujun was in a trance and even fell down, staring blankly at Chen Zhian.

Zheng Xuanze was also no longer drunk and was staring at the young man.

At this time, Chen Zhian had already sheathed his sword.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes seemed to become much firmer.

Chen Zhian raised his head and said to Lu Zhujun, "Brother Lu, what do you think of me holding the sword and competing with Lu Shengxuan?"

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze were no longer drunk and remained silent. The Luanxiu sword, which was so close to them, was even making a very slight yet long sword sound.

This sword... is still excited and happy because Chen Zhian is holding the sword.

The two were silent for a long time.

Lu Zhujun only felt his lips were chapped, so he gulped down a large glass of wine and said self-deprecatingly: "I have practiced sword for my whole life, and finally cultivated the sword spirit and mastered the supernatural power. I am about to reach the sixth level of the innate realm.

But today, Brother Chen, who was practicing swordsmanship, pulled out Luanxiu with his first-level innate cultivation, and even…"

"Even in terms of controlling the Luanxiu Long Sword, Brother Chen is much stronger than General Lu." Zheng Xuanze's eyes were blazing: "This Luanxiu Long Sword recognizes Brother Chen even more."

Chen Zhian held the sword horizontally in front of him and gently stroked the mountain and river patterns on the hilt with his left hand.

The two generals were silent for a few moments.

Lu Zhujun suddenly asked: "Brother Chen, are you acquainted with General Yun?"

Chen Zhian shook his head.

Zheng Xuanze took over the conversation and asked, "Brother Chen, do you have a grudge against the Shangyuan Lu family?"

Chen Zhian shook his head again.

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze shook their heads at the same time.

Lu Zhujun sat cross-legged, his tone firm: "Yun Ting and I are comrades-in-arms. We once fought against Dali together. We have a friendship of life and death.

Brother Chen's sword energy is sharp, his sword intent is profound and mysterious, and his talent in swordsmanship... is the only one I have ever seen in my life.

It’s just that Brother Chen’s cultivation is too low. If he were to compete with Lu Shengxuan and fail, I’m afraid Brother Chen would lose his life.

If Brother Chen dies because of this, how can I, Lu Zhujun, feel at ease? "

"It's not worth risking your life for a stranger." Zheng Xuanze said, "Others are just strangers after all. Brother Chen has a kind and righteous heart. Xuanze admires you, but..."

Chen Zhian suddenly tapped the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword made a slight sound, interrupting Zheng Xuanze's words.

"In this great world, in this social order, with all the filth and oppression, who can stay out of it? Who is an outsider?"

Chen Zhian looked down at the sword in his hand and said, "I have seen people die bravely in front of me, and I have also seen people turn into demons and devour innocent people.

Today I held Luanxiu, and Luanxiu jumped for joy, which proves that I am qualified to hold this sword before the saint takes it back. "

“Since I am qualified to wield a sword and have cultivated the magical power of sword intent, it means that I already have a weapon hidden within me.

Now I feel unfair, if the hidden weapon is not used, I am afraid I will be upset. "

Having said this, Chen Zhian put the Luanxiu sword on his waist.

He looked directly into Lu Zhujun's eyes and said, "When I met you two today, I suddenly remembered a half-stanza of poetry written by an ancient poet. It is exactly suitable to describe you two."

Chen Zhian took out paper and pen, immediately cleared the desk and started writing.

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze were rough men in the army and had no interest in poetry, but since Chen Zhian had already started writing, they just lowered their heads and looked at him.

But after reading two sentences, the two soldiers suddenly felt their hearts beating.

Zheng Xuanze even lowered his head and recited.

"The young man is full of chivalry, making friends with the heroes of the five cities. He is brave and courageous, and his hair stands on end. In the conversation, we are willing to die together, and a promise is worth a thousand gold!"

Lu Zhujun also murmured to himself, and the sturdy man suddenly burst into tears.

Young man is chivalrous, life and death are the same, a promise is worth a thousand gold...

Although he and Zheng Xuanze were no longer young, they had already come to Xuantianjing with the determination to die just to rescue their comrades.

Now that she had received a poem praising her from a young man like Chen Zhian, Lu Zhujun felt that even if she died twice, it would be worth it.

He was about to thank Chen Zhian, but Chen Zhian stood up and looked down at him condescendingly.

"This half of the poem by the predecessor is dedicated to you two."

“Now I have a poem that describes me just right.”

Chen Zhian placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes sharp, and said: "I have been sharpening this sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frosty blade. Today I will show it to you. Who has any grievances?"

"You two, do you have any grievances?"

He opened his mouth to ask, and drew his sword an inch again.

A ray of sword light shone from the Luanxiu sword...

The sword light surged, sharper and more intense than before.

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze looked at each other, then they stood up and bowed to Chen Zhian.

"Brother Chen, you come hold the sword and cut off the unjust."

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