I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 221: Sword Spirit Appears, the Choice of Seal

The thirty-two peaks of Xiuba Mountain are like broken blades piercing through the sea of clouds.

Chen Zhian's sword energy pierced through the void and pierced through Chi Xuanzi's aura. On the highest peak, sword energy seemed to be entangled.

And beneath the sword energy, it seemed as if lines of divine aura were interweaving, mysterious and unknown.

Chen Zhian couldn't see the sword energy, nor did he know that in Yang Heyin's eyes, Xiuba Mountain was not just a mountain.

This mountain also hides deep secrets.

Guan Yangzi was standing on the bank of the Huanglong River, looking up at Chen Zhian, his eyes wandering around, no one knew what he was thinking.

Chi Xuanzi lowered his head, and with his left hand he was twirling a seemingly ordinary faded rosary in the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe.

Guan Yangzi didn't notice that Chi Xuanzi was intentionally hiding the struggle in his eyes.

It was not until Guan Yangzi turned his head that the struggle on Chi Xuanzi's face was concealed by him and replaced by indifference.

But Chen Zhian, who was looking down at Chi Xuanzi, vaguely saw something and seemed to be thinking about something.

Guan Yangzi seemed to want to talk to Chi Xuanzi, until Yang Heyin moved closer to the window, revealing a pair of eyes and looking at Guan Yangzi.

When Guan Yangzi saw Yang Heyin's eyes, he seemed to have seen something extraordinary. His expression suddenly changed, and he lowered his head and left with Chi Xuanzi.

Chi Xuanzi walked away, his sleeves fluttering like clouds as he walked, but his brows were lowered like a Bodhisattva in an ancient painting, with strands of starlight reflected in his pupils, making him look extremely extraordinary.

The two Daoxuan Sect's most prominent figures went all the way from the Huanglong River to the Imperial City and then to the Xuantian Palace. No one knew why they were there.

Chen Zhian watched the two of them leave.

Ji Bai on the side said worriedly: "The Daoxuan Sect's [Chixuan] great supernatural power inheritance is quite wonderful. Practicing this inheritance is like being enlightened all the time. The understanding of the mysterious door becomes more and more profound. It is a truly wonderful great supernatural power.

Chi Xuanzi has already [Chi Xuan]. When the Young Tiger Monument is updated in a few days, he will definitely be among the top fifteen, but I don’t know if he can enter the top ten.”

Su Zhenxue glanced at Chen Zhian again.

Just now, Chen Zhian's sword intent and knife intent each reached the ninth level, and each had its own mysteries. He also cultivated such true energy in the fifth level of the innate realm. Perhaps this Chen Zhian could also step into the top fifteen on the Tiger Cub Monument.

Yang Heyin was still recalling the sword energy that Chen Zhian had just used.

Chen Zhian personally poured tea for Yang Heyin and said with a bow, "Master Yang, there is something I don't understand. I hope you can help me solve it?"

Yang Heyin gestured to Chen Zhian to ask.

Chen Zhian drooped his eyelids slightly: "My father and mother were hunted down by powerful men not long ago and had to fall into the Fengshan Terrace. Master Yang has an extraordinary origin and was once the Prime Minister of Daxi. The Fengshan Terrace was once used by Daxi for Fengshan.

I wonder what kind of opportunity and cultivation is needed for this person to open this Fengchan platform?"

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue looked at each other.

He was surprised that Chen Zhian saw through Yang Heyin's identity.

He was also surprised that... this Chen Zhian was actually related to the middle-aged scholar who had cultivated into a four-season cicada, and the living Tao fruit!

Those two people who could count the years in the world were also rare people, and they turned out to be Chen Zhian’s parents.

"No wonder……"

Su Zhenxue sighed in her heart: "Master is right. Even though the Great Yu is in decline this generation, it can still be said to be a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. It should not be underestimated."

Yang Heyin was not surprised that Chen Zhian had guessed his identity. He looked calm and shook his head slowly: "The Fengshan Terrace is very important. In the history of the 17 dynasties recorded in history before Daxi, there are traces of the Fengshan Terrace.

As for how the Fengshan Terrace was opened, history has lost its way... I only know that Daxi Taizu once obtained the authority to perform Fengshan and opened the Fengshan Terrace to perform sacrifices."

There was a hint of disappointment in Chen Zhian's eyes.

Yang Heyin saw his eyes, but smiled and said: "Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and countless heroes from ancient times to the present have been buried in the loess.

Fengshan Terrace has witnessed all these years, so it is destined to be mysterious and unpredictable... Chen Zhian, if you want to rescue your parents, the most important thing now is not to explore the secrets of Fengshan Terrace, but to improve your cultivation. "

"Cultivation is the foundation of all opportunities. There are many opportunities in Xuantianjing, such as the Xiuba Mountain."

“When I was young, I came to Xuan Tianjing and wrote a few poems in the Yinhe Tower. Because of a certain skill of mine, the opportunity on Xiuba Mountain turned into a crane and came to find me.

Chen Zhian... Now that you have obtained my skills, you only need to practice diligently, but if you gain something... one day, you will definitely be able to get the opportunity under Xiuba Mountain."

"With more opportunities and improved cultivation, you will be able to see through the secrets of this world."

Gongfa?

Big Dipper's Flowing Fire Magical Power?
Chen Zhian's thoughts gradually moved, and his eyes slightly focused.

It's not the Big Dipper's Flowing Fire Magical Power, but the [Self-Cocoon].

Chen Zhian seemed to be thinking about something.

Ji Chengyuan on the side asked Yang Heyin: "Old friend, do you have a place to stay?

I know that Yinhe Tower doesn't charge you any money, but it's noisy here after all, it's better for you to live in my small courtyard and have some peace and quiet."

Yang Heyin shook his head and said, "I will set off today to visit Tianren Temple.

My two disciples will not go with me. They still need to look for some opportunities in Xuantian Capital.

I will come to Xuan Tianjing again after I meet the master of Tianren Temple. "

Ji Chengyuan is old, and because of the difficult times in this world, he becomes more and more sentimental.

When he heard that his old friend was leaving right after arriving, his expression suddenly became more sad.

Chen Zhian added tea to Mr. Ji.

When Mr. Ji saw Chen Zhian, his eyes lit up again.

"Come to think of it, Mr. Chen still owes me a poem."

Chen Zhian smiled and nodded.

Mr. Ji said: "My good friend has just come today, and he is leaving again. I am reluctant to let him go and want to send him off with courtesy, but I also feel that my old friend is a real big shot and he doesn't need any worldly things.

He likes poetry...Why don't I give him the poem you owe me, and you can write a poem as a farewell to him."

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue's expressions were slightly moved.

There was a rare hint of anticipation in Yang Heyin's eyes.

Chen Zhian thought for a moment and recalled the conversation between Yang Heyin and Ji Lao just now.

Su Zhenxue had already known that the waiter had sent over writing materials.

Chen Zhian held the pen, his expression unchanged, and started writing.

Several people looked down until Chen Zhian finished writing the first line.

Suddenly!

Yang Heyin and Ji Chengyuan's expressions changed slightly.

There was a little more excitement in Mr. Ji's eyes.

However, Yang Heyin sensed something more, and his spiritual energy flowed away towards Xiuba Mountain.

But all I saw was mysterious ripples at the foot of Xiuba Mountain.

Yang Heyin frowned and looked suddenly at Chen Zhian.

But all he saw was... a strange aura on Chen Zhian's body, which seemed to be attracted by Xiu Bashan and was floating away.

"Heaven and Earth Cocoon!"

Yang Heyin's white robe fluttered in the wind, and his eyes seemed to be splashing with waves.

He then began to recite the first line of the poem.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

In the distance, even in winter, the Huanglong River rolls on, stirring up waves.

When Yang Heyin read out this poem, everyone felt that the Huanglong River was flowing eastward, and the splashing waves were like the long river of time, washing away all the heroes from ancient times to the present.

At this time, Chen Zhian also noticed some unusual movements at the foot of Xiuba Mountain, but he did not stop and continued writing.

"Success and failure turn empty."

"Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns."

Xiuba Mountain still stands majestically, and the sun rises and sets again and again, like a dynasty and a powerful man.

"The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze."

There are no white-haired fishermen or woodcutters along the Huanglong River.

Only Ji Chengyuan, only Yang Heyin.

Ji Chengyuan shook his head in shame. He was not used to the passage of time and seasons, and he was not some hermit who was detached from the world.

His eyes fell on Yang Heyin. Yang Heyin had been wearing the same white robe decades ago and he was still wearing the same white robe today.

The changes in the world seemed to him like the white clothes on his body, and he had become accustomed to it.

"A pot of turbid wine brings happiness to each other."

"How many things in the past and present are all in the joke."

Yang Heyin was deep in thought, and his past memories were awakened by this poem.

The fall of Daliang, the collapse of Daxi, and the destruction of countless countries by Daqian... these were all earth-shaking events.

But in the eyes of many people, these are just topics for idle chat.

And Yang Heyin has also been a topic of conversation for others.

The private room separated by a screen suddenly became quiet.

The sound of Yang Heyin's reciting was still heard by the literati not far away.

The fifth floor of Yinhe Tower also gradually became quiet.

Yang Heyin looked at Chen Zhian deeply, then looked at Xiu Bashan.

At the foot of Xiuba Mountain, something strange happened!

There was a stream of light shooting straight into the sky and then pouring into the clouds.

The clouds took shape and turned into white cranes!

Those white cranes seemed to come from the sky, and under the caress of the mist, they sparkled with a soft and holy luster. They gently fluttered their wings, and every flap of their wings drove the surrounding airflow, weaving an invisible spiritual charm!
This scene was so amazing and beautiful, like a dream.

In Xuantianjing, countless pedestrians stopped and looked up at the sky.

I don’t know how many powerful people in Xuantianjing have noticed Xiubashan’s unusual movements.

"The [Daoxia Immortal Palace] at the foot of Xiuba Mountain has moved again!"

"Who triggered Daoxia Xian Palace this time?"

"Yang He led them into Xuan Tianjing, so it must be Yang He who led them again!"

……

Many divine auras intertwine and collide with each other.

Until the white crane flew to Yinhe Tower.

The shopkeeper of Yinhe Tower was shaking with excitement.

The owner of Yinhe Tower sent someone to isolate that private room.

White cranes are circling around the Yinhe Tower.

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue were a little at a loss.

Yang Heyin looked at Chen Zhian and suddenly asked, "Have you cultivated the Heaven and Earth Cocoon?"

Chen Zhian said: "I also want to thank the predecessor for the inheritance left in the broken sword."

Yang Heyin shook his head: "For decades, I have left my cocoon heritage in countless places, but no one has been able to explore it, let alone understand it.

This is your chance...and the source of this inheritance does not actually come from me."

He said this and pointed to Xiuba Mountain: "It comes from there... There is a Taoist temple of a real master there, called [Daoxia Xian Palace], and no one has been able to enter it from ancient times to the present.

Now that you have activated this Taoist temple, a mysterious inheritance will naturally appear in this Taoist temple.

It is a [Sword Spirit]. "

"But this sword spirit does not belong to you now. It depends on whether you can seize this opportunity.

And you are not the only one in Xuantianjing who wants to obtain this sword spirit."

Chen Zhian seemed to be thinking about something.

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue beside him were ready to make a move.

Guan Yangzi, who had already walked to the imperial city, turned around. The fatigue in Chi Xuanzi's eyes deepened, but he had to turn around and look towards Xiuba Mountain.

In the imperial city, the fourth prince Cheng Tianzhang's eyes were shining.

Among the six surnames of Dayu, the temperament of Li Guiwan, Pei Nanshu and Yan Hemian who practice swordsmanship is revealed.

Even in the entire Xuantian Capital, many Yuque figures were staring covetously, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Chen Zhian also practiced swordsmanship, so he naturally sensed a sharp aura looming on Xiuba Mountain.

What was different from the others was that... Chen Zhian used a poem and the Self-Cocoon Technique to activate the [Daoxia Fairy Palace] and seemed to see a deeper place.

He saw that on Xiuba Mountain, there were a few wisps of sword energy looming, which were even more intense and fierce than the sword energy of Xu Yuchan that he had detected before!

Everyone in Xuantianjing knows about Jianpo.

But it seemed that only Chen Zhian could see this sword energy!

In addition to the sword spirit and sword energy, the white crane outside the window was still circling.

Yang He led a divine energy to flow, and Chen Zhian was a little surprised. The man stood up and walked to the window.

I don’t know how many pairs of eyes and how many divine auras fell on Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian stretched out his hand.

The white cranes fell into his hands one by one, and turned into streams of light, completely disappearing in Chen Zhian's palm.

"What is this?"

Chen Zhian frowned. The numerous streams of light turned into a piece of jade. It was emerald green and simple, but there was nothing mysterious about it. There was not even any true essence or spiritual energy flowing inside it, which made Chen Zhian very confused.

He looked at Yang Heyin.

Yang Heyin just shook his head.

He stood up and picked up the poem solemnly.

"Everyone in the world says that I am the best ci poet of the time... but you, Chen Zhian, have already surpassed me by a lot with just three poems.

Your name will surely spread throughout the world... Chengyuan, I am very happy that you bid me farewell with Chen Zhian's poem."

He smiled and waved his hand, then nodded gently to the two disciples, and said with a smile: "The opportunity for the sword spirit is in Xiuba Mountain, but I don't know if you can compete with Chen Zhian and Chi Xuanzi."

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue stood up and bowed respectfully to Yang Heyin.

Beside Yinhe Tower, clouds and mist suddenly appeared, and Yang Heyin walked into the void. He waved to everyone and disappeared.

Chen Zhian was still a little dazed.

There was a hint of reluctance in Mr. Ji's eyes.

Meanwhile, on Xiuba Mountain, the unusual movement of the Lower Immortal Palace had disappeared.

In the Xuantian Palace, Emperor Zhaofu frowned slightly, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with the fairy palace at the foot of Xiuba Mountain Road.

He turned and looked towards the direction of Yinhe Tower, as if he was looking at Chen Zhian.

The Great Yu Emperor pondered for a long time, and finally said, "Draft an order."

The purple-robed Diao Si beside him knelt down.

"As for the selection of the seal bearer, anyone in Dayu who is under 30 years old and whose cultivation level has not reached the Jade Palace can compete for it."

“The world is in turmoil, with evil spirits and demons causing trouble.

The candidate can ask one person to help him clear out the evil spirits hiding in the world... The one who holds the seal will be chosen based on his achievements!"

"Each family's fortune is not allowed to participate in this selection, and is not allowed to provide assistance."

Ziyi Diao Si took careful note.

In the Song Xiqu courtyard on East Street, tea trees bloom in winter.

Song Xiqu put his hands in his sleeves and a smile appeared on his face.

"Use evil to kill evil... that's fine."

"But I don't know how many Chen Zhian can kill."

ps: There will be more later.

(End of this chapter)