I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 145 Qinglong and Luwu

On Xiuba Mountain, Wenren Zhixian, dressed in white, wearing a conical hat, a veil on her face, and two long swords on her waist, was sitting cross-legged on Laijian Peak.

She closed her eyes, and a heavy divine aura flowed out and fell into the void.

The entire Xiuba Mountain seemed to be shrouded in her divine aura, and even the nearest city of Xuantianjing, West City, could sense the divine aura.

She went to Daoxuan Sect to ask for a piece of Punishment Green Dragon Wood. After returning, she sat cross-legged on Xiuba Mountain for nine days in a row.

Wenren Zhixian closed his eyes and carefully felt the deep sword intent remaining in Xiuba Mountain.

There was once a sword saint who engraved the words on the ninth monument of Daoxia. He forged a famous sword on this mountain and named it Xiu Ba.

The Sword Saint is gone, but there are rumors that there are still a few wisps of the Sword Saint's sword energy left on Xiuba Mountain. If one can gain some enlightenment, it will be a real opportunity for sword practitioners.

The reason why she came to Xuantianjing and agreed to Emperor Zhaofu and Prime Minister Song to hold the seal of the Qinglongjian was because of the sword intent on this mountain.

As autumn deepens, the mountains and rivers change their color.

Xiuba Mountain stretches continuously on one side of Xuantianjing, just like a giant dragon winding between heaven and earth. The peaks are stained by autumn frost, and the dark green is tinged with golden and red.

But Wenren Zhixian had no time to appreciate the scenery. As his spiritual energy flowed, he explored the entire Xiuba Mountain, trying to find the sword intent.

Occasionally, the singing of woodcutters can be heard from the foothills, echoing in the valley, adding a touch of worldly flavor to the quiet autumn mountains and rivers.

After a long time, Wenren Zhixian let out a long sigh and opened his eyes.

After nine days of searching, she still couldn't sense where those sword intentions were.

She stood up, stood on the mountain peak, and looked at the huge Xuantianjing from afar.

Xuantianjing is as vast as Xiuba Mountain.

The few strands of sword intent left by the Sword Saint patrolled such a vast area. It would be extremely difficult to find them.

But these strands of sword intent are extremely important to her swordsmanship, so she would go against her conscience and become the seal holder of Dayu in order to obtain the qualification to search for sword intent.

Wenren Zhixian lightly plucked the long sword at his waist, and the sword came out of the sheath, flew into the sky in an instant, and then turned into a white snake of ordinary size, coiling in the clouds.

"Shengqing, where do you think those wisps of sword intent are?"

Wenren Zhixian spoke softly, as if asking the white snake, or as if talking to herself.

The white snake stuck out its tongue, looked around, and finally shook its head.

Wenren Zhixian suddenly snapped her fingers, and three more long swords hung beside her.

She pointed casually, and the three swords immediately turned into three streams of light, each flying away quickly.

"Just search again."

Wenren Zhixian searched the mountain with his sword and sword energy, but the white snake seemed to sense something and moved its head to look towards the west city.

Wenren Zhixian was a little surprised, and separated a strand of his spiritual energy to follow the white snake's gaze, which also fell on the West City.

She was a cultivator of creation, and her creation divine energy was extremely strong. Even though she was in the mountains and rivers, a ray of divine energy fell into West City, and she immediately found out where the white snake's gaze was.

"It's the boy who took away your acquired energy."

She saw three young men sitting and drinking, and noticed that one of them was a familiar face.

He had seen this man on Tiger Hill in Southern Jiangsu Province. This young man even took away the white teeth that Sheng Qing had replaced.

Wenren Zhixian has an open mind, and Shengqing's white teeth are of no use to her.

For some reason, the white snake could not show any cruelty to the young man, so she let him take the white tooth.

Later, she came to Xuantianjing and entered the palace to meet Emperor Zhaofu of Dayu and Prime Minister Song, and also met this young man.

At that time, she was curious and left a trace of divine aura, wanting to see why this young man entered the palace.

Then, I heard the young man answering Princess Linglong's words again.

Thinking of this, Wenren Zhixian's eyes moved slightly and he thought of the poem.

"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn’t met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.”

This poem is really excellent.

Even though Wenren Zhixian has no interest in poetry on weekdays.

But even ordinary people can discover the beauty in such wonderful poems.

But Wenren Zhixian was also quite puzzled. When she saw Chen Zhian that day, he was wearing a bamboo hat and a veil over his face.

Whether it is a bamboo hat or a light gauze, they are both rare spiritual treasures.

Even people with the same level of cultivation as her couldn't see her face clearly, let alone the young man.

But she happened to write such poems, which made Wenren Zhixian very curious about Chen Zhian.

“Maybe it’s not about me.”

Wenren Zhixian thought so, shook his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If it wasn't about me, it would be a little ridiculous for me to be so obsessed with the reason."

When she thought of this, she was about to withdraw her spiritual energy.

But one of the three people took out a sword.

The sinister sword energy lingering on the sword surprised Wenren Zhixian.

"A famous soldier handed down from generation to generation."

Wenren Zhixian raised an eyebrow.

The person holding the sword is only at the innate realm.

The Xiantian monk took a famous sword openly. Without thinking too much, one knew there were twists and turns involved.

But, Mingbing Xuanwei, let alone a congenital cultivator, even if you are a Yuque figure, I am afraid that you will not be able to make full use of the sword.

However, looking at the sword energy not flowing between the sword holder and the sword, it seems that he has only just obtained it recently, and there must be some other things involved.

Wenren Zhixian became interested and saw the young man take the sword.

Ten or so breaths passed.

Wenren Zhixian, who was watching from the sidelines, seemed to think that it was a bit rude to spy on others like this.

She was about to retract her divine energy, but suddenly she saw the black-clothed young man holding the sword draw his sword an inch.

In an instant, a ray of sword energy flowed out around the young man.

The sword energy was like clouds and mist, yet sharp and ethereal, and there seemed to be a hint of murderous intent hidden in the thick true energy.

At the same time, the sword made another soft sound, as if it was cheering for meeting a good master.

The sword has a spirit and can naturally detect the boy's talent in swordsmanship.

Wenren Zhixian was suddenly a little surprised.

"This young man is only at the Xiantian realm, but he can actually make the spirits of the famous weapons of the past cheer for joy. I guess his talent is extraordinary."

She continued to watch, listened to a few people talking, and a few more lines of poetry fell into her mind.

"Today I will show you, who has grievances?"

Wenren Zhixian repeated this line of poetry. Having just listened to what those people said, she suddenly felt some admiration for the chivalrous spirit of these three young men.

Especially the young man named Chen.

"When encountering injustice on the road, drawing the sword for others... this is also the true meaning of the sword."

Wenren Zhixian nodded slightly: "What is this person's name?"

"His name is Chen Zhian." She recalled the conversation between Emperor Zhaofu and Prime Minister Song in Xuantian Palace, in which they mentioned that this young man might be in charge of Luwujian.

Qinglong, Luwu...

There are two seal-bearing positions in Xuan Tianjing, and the big seal has already fallen on her shoulder.

But the candidate for the little seal holder has not yet been decided.

But today, when Wenren Zhixian saw Chen Zhian's sword intent, he suddenly became a little excited.

Rather than letting someone else hold the seal, it would be better for this chivalrous man with extraordinary talent in swordsmanship to hold the Luwujian.

When Wenren Zhixian thought of this, she suddenly remembered that when they were at Tiger Hill in Southern Jiangsu, the young man went to the cold pond to look for Shengqing Baiya. He was naked and was seen naked by her.

His thoughts were in a mess. Wenren Zhixian shook his head and drove these inexplicable thoughts out of his mind.

She put away that ray of divine aura, and the Shengqing White Snake once again transformed into a long sword, flew straight into the clouds, fell into the sea of clouds, and circled around Xiuba Mountain.

"Where exactly is the sword's will?"

-

Chen Zhian put away Luanxiu, stood up and left.

Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun already had great respect for Chen Zhian. Although they could not say they were prostrating themselves before him, they still stood up to see him off.

He made an appointment with the two men to come to his small courtyard on Fusang Street the next day for a drink, and the two men agreed.

Chen Zhian left West City, stepped onto the main street, and headed towards the Imperial City.

Until he reached Xuantian Main Street and passed by a restaurant, he suddenly felt something and looked sideways.

In a luxurious restaurant facing the street, the pale-faced Chu Xiubai was sitting cross-legged, looking down at Chen Zhian.

His eyes were cold and filled with undisguised murderous intent, as if he wanted to eat Chen Zhian alive.

Chen Zhian smiled, and even stopped and bowed to him.

"This Xuantianjing is extremely vast, yet sometimes it seems too small. It's amazing that I can meet Master Chu here." Chen Zhian said softly.

Even though Chu Xiubai was seriously injured, he was still a congenital person after all. His true energy was flowing, so he could naturally hear what Chen Zhian said.

"Unfortunately, the reason I am here is to take a good look at you and remember your appearance."

Chu Xiubai shook his head: "I have had many enemies in my life, but now there are only two of them alive.

The face of one of them was covered with tattoos, and it had turned into a dark reptile, and its appearance could not be seen clearly.

But Chen Zhian, you are still fine now."

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "Mr. Chu is the direct descendant of the Chu family in Nanhai, and his mother is a woman from the Gulan Wang family, one of the six surnames in Dayu. He has never suffered any grievances since he was a child.

He was defeated by my sword not long ago, so it's reasonable that he still thinks of me.

But Master Chu is seriously injured, and I'm afraid he is too weak to challenge me again."

Chu Xiubai remained silent, looked at Chen Zhian deeply again, took a sip of wine, and turned away.

But the murderous intent clearly in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Chen Zhian ignored him and continued walking forward.

He returned to the courtyard and took out the Luanxiu sword again.

"Famous soldier handed down from generation to generation..."

Chen Zhian's eyes sparkled. Just now, when he grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out an inch, he could already clearly feel the strong sword energy flowing within it.

The sword energy was so sharp that it seemed to rush out of the sky and could easily cut through the clouds in the sky and the maple trees on Xiuba Mountain.

"If there is an innate person who can fully exert the power of the famous sword, it would not be surprising if he could fight Yuque with his innate power and win."

"Moreover, that Yuque monk cannot be an ordinary Yuque."

Chen Zhian sighed.

But on second thought, it seems impossible for Xiantian to fully control a sword like Luanxiu.

The sharpness of the sword requires extremely rich true energy, and it needs to be driven by divine energy and even the soul.

How can one fully control such a sword if one has not even transformed the soul into a spirit at the innate level?

"However, even if one can only exert 10% or 20% of the power of this Luanxiu, it is already extremely powerful for a cultivator in the Xiantian realm."

Chen Zhian carefully stroked the texture on the scabbard and suddenly felt a little lonely.

"After the competition, whether I win or lose, this precious sword will be sent to the palace and become the property of Emperor Zhaofu."

"The greatest family in the world is the royal family... There is nothing wrong with this statement. The six surnames of Dayu and the noble families of the world have been exploiting Dayu and its people, but in return, they still have to pay tribute to the emperor."

Chen Zhian felt it was a great pity.

"While drinking, General Lu said that this Luanxiu long sword was ranked 24th in the Shuo Ancient Monument Sword Market.

Lu Shengxuan's Dunan ranks 22nd, two places higher than Luanxiu."

"Ranked 24th in the Ruo Ancient Monument Sword Market, this sword is already so precious and so powerful..."

Chen Zhian suddenly remembered what Fu Tingjun in Baiyujing had said.

He hid a real famous sword in the ruins of Fufeng Sea Dragon Palace, which was ranked twelfth on the ancient monument!
Chen Zhian was suddenly very upset.

“If I can get through this difficulty safely, hold the seal safely, and cultivate a Jade Palace, condense my primordial spirit and divine appearance, I can find a chance to go to the Fufeng Sea and take a look. If I can get that famous sword…”

"There is also Qixia Mountain. Shen Haohao said that there is a sword falling from the sky on Qixia Mountain. No one can subdue this sword. When my cultivation level is higher, I can go to Qixia Mountain to take a look."

Chen Zhian thought for a long time, then closed his eyes, recalling the sword intent of Lu Shengxuan that he had sensed in the sword energy tornado of Fan Yuheng, the master of Fujian Mountain that day.

Lu Shengxuan's sword power is as bright as the sun, and he seems to be able to control the Dunan sword well.

He already has the sixth level of innate cultivation, and now that he has obtained such a precious sword, his combat power must be extremely strong.

Compared with Lu Shengxuan, my sword intent and magical powers are not much behind.

But his cultivation level cannot be compared with it at all.

The gap between the first and sixth levels of the innate realm is simply too huge.

Chen Zhian held Luanxiu in his hand, sensing the sword intent flowing through it, but he was not afraid.

"His control over the Dunan Sword is not as good as mine, or maybe the sword spirit only allows him to hold the sword and use it, but it is not as joyful as the Luanxiu Sword because I hold the hilt."

Chen Zhian thought about this and took a deep breath.

He slowly drew out his sword, and when the sword came out of its sheath, a sharp cold light shone into Chen Zhian's eyes.

Chen Zhian had a solemn expression, holding a long sword in his right hand, while two sword fingers of his left hand were resting on the sword.

A ray of light immediately appeared in the Qingshan Tower in Baiyujing.

The remaining 180 Yujing Qi in the Baiyujing void suddenly decreased by 30 and flowed into Qingshan Tower.

The Qingshan Tower was shining with magical light again, which was transmitted into the Luanxiu sword through Chen Zhian's fingers.

The sword shone brighter and brighter.

The mountain and river patterns already on the sword body and scabbard were now covered with clouds and mist, making it look quite mysterious.

"Qingshan Inscription, Level 1... I put my divine essence on the sword and activated my magical power. The consumption of divine essence is greatly reduced, and the distance and speed of control are much faster."

Chen Zhian was surprised.

“I wonder if this Qingshan Inscription can slightly smooth out the difference between the two swords.”

(End of this chapter)