The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 57: Traveling and Listening to the Piano and Flute Ensemble
In the bamboo forest, the fierce battle stopped.

Yu Canghai, dressed in a red robe, stood there in a daze, his messy face showing an expression of obsession, despair, and incomprehension.

"Is that the Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art?"

"You actually mastered it in just one month?"

He murmured to himself, the ethereal figure of the white crane still replaying in his mind. That was the highest realm he had dreamed of for many years!
The crane escapes as fast as wind and thunder!
Only by practicing the Crane's Lie Nine Heavens Divine Art to perfection can the lightness and sharpness of the true energy be integrated into one, transforming it into an incredibly fast and sharp attack that can travel a thousand miles in an instant.

"A thousand miles in an instant" is just an adjective, but it is enough to prove that the speed of this sword is so shocking and unimaginable!

Now, this supreme state of perfection has been successfully cultivated by a young man in just one month? !

Yu Canghai couldn't help but want to look up and ask the sky: "Is there any justice in this matter? Is there any fairness?"

Xu Xingchen, who fell behind him, was shaky and his face was pale. Compared with the first time he used the "Huashan First Sword", he was in much better condition now.

He took two deep breaths to relieve some of the fatigue in his body, and then responded: "Perhaps it is because the Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art is very compatible with my ultimate move!"

These days, he has always had this vague guess in his mind.

Just now, I was in a desperate situation and had no choice but to follow my own guess and give it a try, but things got out of control.

A white rainbow pierced the sun and rose into the sky. After he entered the state of mind of "standing on the top of the mountain and overlooking all the other mountains", all his gathered strength immediately followed the aftereffects of the first sword of Mount Hua and rushed to a new height.

At that moment, all the strength rose steadily, layer by layer, pushing the internal force in the body to follow the Qi circulation route of the Heli Jiuxiao Divine Art, circulate and combine to generate true Qi.

The various miraculous changes in the process were so fast and rapid that they were beyond his imagination.

In just a blink of an eye, 70% to 80% of his internal strength was combined into a breath of "Crane" Qi, and then, in the wonderful artistic conception of hanging high in the sky, he pounced down
Yu Canghai didn't quite understand what he heard, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he revealed a mocking smile: "Even if you cultivate to the perfect state of Crane's Lie Nine Heavens Divine Art, your speed is only as fast as an ordinary sword of my Exorcism Sword Technique. Ahem, hum, Crane's Lie Nine Heavens Divine Art is indeed far inferior to the Exorcism Sword Technique!"

"If I hadn't been distracted for a moment, I would have been able to dodge that sword just now."

Yu Canghai's voice became weaker and weaker.

He looked down at his chest, where there was a fist-sized hole that went through his body from front to back. Because the speed was so fast, the friction generated heat, which turned the surrounding flesh and blood wounds into a charred black, without a drop of blood flowing out.

"Oh my god! I am number one in the world."

Yu Canghai murmured in a low voice, with endless regret and annoyance in his eyes, and fell to the ground with a thud.

With another thud, Xu Xingchen sat down on the ground, his back leaning against a bamboo pole, and a cool feeling penetrated his body.

"Hey! It's not that you were distracted for a moment, it's that my sword skills played a key role in it!"

In the sword strike just now, his spiritual power was also concentrated in the bright light at the tip of the sword, playing a crucial role.

Whether using hypnosis, confusion, or any other adjectives, it has actually affected Yu Canghai's senses and consciousness, so that the attack can be successful!
He leaned his back against the green bamboo, breathing heavily, and at the same time regulating his breathing to restore his internal and physical strength.

Half an hour later, Xu Xingchen stood up, put his sword back into the sheath, came to Yu Canghai's body, looked at the unwilling look on Yu Canghai's face, sighed, dug a hole, and then buried his body.

laugh!
A two-foot-long and palm-wide bamboo board was inserted into the soil in front of the grave mound. With the flash of sword light, the words "Tomb of Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect" appeared on it.

Looking at the pile of graves in front of him, and then looking down at the book "Bixie Sword Manual" that was searched from Yu Canghai's body, Xu Xingchen was filled with emotion.

When he first came down from Mount Huashan and was besieged by ten underworld masters, the situation seemed dangerous, but he was always confident that he could kill the enemies, repel them, and escape safely.

This time, facing Yu Canghai, was the most dangerous and crisis-ridden one he had ever encountered since he started learning martial arts.

If you are not careful, you may lose your life in this bamboo forest.

What made him feel most self-deprecating was that all of this was caused by his own hands.

"The Book of the Sword of Exorcism, The Book of the Sword of Exorcism. I originally wanted to spread you all over the world, so that the whole martial arts world would be in turmoil, so that Zuo Lengchan would not be idle all day and would only think about scheming against his allies."

"Now it seems like a terrible and stupid idea."

"Yu Canghai's mastery of the Exorcism Sword Technique alone was enough to render me helpless and nearly kill me."

"If there are thousands more people like this in the world, and every one of them is a psychopath who kills an entire family at any time, what is the difference between this and placing a nuclear button in front of a child whose mind cannot fully control itself?"

Thinking of the horrible scene with red clothes and sharp swords everywhere, corpses strewn all over the ground and blood flowing like a river, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but shudder.

After taking a final look at Yu Canghai’s grave, Xu Xingchen turned and left.

In the bamboo forest, the sun is still shining brightly, and the bamboo leaves are green. Except for some fallen bamboo poles, it seems as if nothing has happened!
His feet landed lightly on the roof of Songfeng Temple, overlooking the quiet courtyard below. Xu Xingchen thought again and again, but finally did not go down to check it out.

However, when passing by the gate of Songfeng Temple, he paused for a moment, then took out a book that recorded the magical skill of "He Li Jiu Xiao" from his arms and stuffed it behind the plaque of Songfeng Temple.

"There should be some disciples from Songfeng Temple who are still traveling around. I hope they can reorganize Qingcheng Sect after they return, so that this sect won't disappear in the martial arts world."

"As for this secret book of magical skills, it depends on who among them has this destiny!"

Amid the faint voice, Xu Xingchen's figure disappeared down the mountain path.

This time when he went up the mountain, he did not pass by the market at the foot of the mountain just in case. This time when he went down the mountain, it was even more impossible for him to pass by that market.

He came to the mountain to pay respects this time, intending to use a trap to punish the main culprit, but accidentally destroyed the entire Qingcheng Mountain, and the head of the sect, Yu Canghai, was also buried in the ground.
This kind of thing is earth-shattering and shocking. Once it spreads to the world, it will inevitably cause a huge sensation.

Even every decent martial arts sect would be greatly shocked, wondering if the Sun Moon Sect was preparing to stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world again.
Xu Xingchen didn't dare to take such a huge and heavy blame on himself.

He bypassed the market, climbed and leaped away from the nearby mountains and forests, ran for more than ten miles, and stopped by a small river.

He took off his tattered clothes stained with blood, and then took out the package he had stored in advance from a tree hole halfway up a big tree.

He anticipated that his battle today would be difficult, so he prepared a new set of clothes and some medicine for treating external injuries. He cleaned the wound, sprinkled the medicine on it, applied the plaster, and finally put on the new clothes.

Get rid of the worn-out clothes you took off by setting them on fire.

By the afternoon, Xu Xingchen had already returned to the ancient city and rested in the inn.

This time when he used the "Huashan First Sword", his energy consumption was still very high, but the symptoms were much alleviated compared to the first time.

But he still stayed in the inn for two days before he recovered his strength and converted about 70% to 80% of the "Crane Qi" into the five qi in his chest and the internal force in his dantian.

The Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies divine skill was still lacking in some meaning and did not meet Xu Xingchen's psychological expectations!
Although even if he mastered the Crane's Lie Nine Heavens Divine Art, he could switch to other Qi techniques in the future, but Xu Xingchen always had a feeling that maintaining the purity of his internal energy was a very important thing.
After he recovered his spirit, he left the room, rode his donkey out of the ancient city, and headed towards Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The idea of spreading the "Bixie Sword Manual" all over the place collapsed halfway through, and he could only place his hope on "Ren Woxing".

Dongfang Bubai is so disappointing. Ever since he became the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, he has been concentrating on hiding in the back mountain of Black Wood Cliff, embroidering and pretending to be a woman, causing the whole martial arts world to be peaceful and the upright martial arts world to be free and idle. How can he be as majestic and domineering as when Ren Woxing was the leader? ! ! !

This time, Xu Xingchen plans to release "Ren Woxing" from prison ahead of schedule, so that the stagnant underworld will be stirred up again, and also make those guys who always target their own people nervous.

Is the righteous martial arts world still the righteous martial arts world without the oppression of external enemies?

What a joke!

Riding on a donkey, heading east.

Xu Xingchen was not in a hurry, so he dressed up as a scholar, carrying a long sword on his back and waving a white paper fan in his hand. He walked and stopped along the way, staying in a hotel to rest every now and then. If he came across a beautiful scenery along the way, he would stop to appreciate it for a while.

Sometimes, we even go deep into the mountains to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Light a bonfire on the mountain top, barbecue and enjoy the moon; ride a donkey in the forest and enjoy the flowers; swing a sword under the waterfall; watch the rain under an umbrella in overcast weather.
The black donkey followed him freely and at ease. With enough food, its body became more agile and its limbs became stronger.

One day, Xu Xingchen was traveling near a mountain on the border between Hunan and Hubei. He saw a waterfall falling from the sky in the distance. The white line was long and thick, and the scene was extraordinary. He became very interested, so he left his donkey at a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain, and then went up the mountain.

The mountains are continuous, the roads are rugged, and there is nowhere to rest.

But for martial artists who have mastered the art of lightness, these are trivial matters. With a leap, they can overcome obstacles; with a climb, they can reach the top of the mountain.

When Xu Xingchen approached the waterfall, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a guqin.

Clang, clank, clank!

With just a few simple strums, a flowing rhythm is conveyed.

Then, a low flute sound meandered up, gradually rising and blending into the piano sound.

Qin and Xiao Ensemble
One is like flowing clouds and running water, lively and cheerful.

One is like the fresh mountain breeze, free and easy.

The sounds of two different instruments, you are in me and I am in you, you suppress while I raise, one descends while the other rises, the two complement each other in perfect harmony.

From this ensemble music, Xu Xingchen heard the joy of meeting a bosom friend, the luck of Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi, and the harmony between mountains and water, and the mutual understanding between trees and wind.
He stopped unconsciously, listened attentively, and was fascinated for a moment.

It was not until the sound of the piano became lingering and the sound of the flute faded that I came to my senses.

"Big brother, do you think this song is nice?"

A clear voice like that of a yellow oriole sounded nearby. Xu Xingchen turned around and saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old in red clothes, staring at him with a pair of big round eyes.

Although Xu Xingchen was fascinated by the piano and flute performance, he could not hide the fact that someone was approaching nearby.

After seeing the girl's appearance clearly and thinking about the zither and flute music that had just ended, I began to have some guesses in my mind.

Shaking the white paper fan in his hand, Xu Xingchen laughed: "It sounds good! It sounds very good!"

The girl's eyes rolled, and a cunning look suddenly appeared on her cute round face: "Big brother, since you think it sounds good, then pay for it."

Seeing Xu Xingchen's dumbfounded expression, the girl confidently said, "Not everyone can hear this kind of piano and flute duet. It's a great fortune for you to be able to hear it. For this good fortune, aren't you willing to pay a price?"

Xu Xingchen burst into laughter. After a while, he stopped and said, "If you put away the hidden weapons in your hands, your words will be more convincing!"

The girl screamed, without any embarrassment on her face, but instead showed a bit of surprise and praise: "Big brother, you have a good eye, you even discovered this!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm just being cautious. After all, who knows if you are a good person or not?"

Seeing this reaction, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but recall some gossip about The Smiling, Proud Wanderer that she had seen in her previous life.

It is said that when the old man was serializing the story in the newspaper, the girl in front of him was not weak in martial arts, and was as cunning as Huang Rong. Later, because there was no more plot branch related to this girl, and he felt that her personality was similar to that of Huang Rong, he decided to let her leave. So, that was it!
When Xu Xingchen first read the world in the book world, he was sad and angry because the little girl was killed. Later, as he grew older and gained more experience, he developed a new perspective.

For example, Huang Rong was liked by all readers in The Legend of the Condor Heroes; but why did readers dislike her in The Return of the Condor Heroes?

Whether it is Huang Rong in her teenage years or in her middle age, her character has never changed. She is always thinking about her brother Jing.
It’s just because of the different perspectives that different feelings arise.

The girl in front of him might be nice to Linghu Chong, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she would be nice to others.

Therefore, even though Xu Xingchen knew the girl's identity, he remained calm until he saw how the girl remained calm and responded calmly just now, and then he felt a little bit of admiration in his heart.

"So how much money do you want?"

The little girl rolled her eyes and was about to speak when an old voice suddenly came from the woods.

"Yan'er, let's go!"

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