Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 191 A Night Talk in Kangshan
Chu Tianshu increased the pressure on his hands layer by layer.

After a few breaths, Qingyue finally couldn't resist and was crushed by him.

It sounded as if a piece of steel was cracking in the air.

On the token screen, the section for evil spirit materials now includes the Demon Blade Spirit.

However, the token did not give it the name "Demon Blade Spirit," but rather "Wounded Blade."

[The Wounded Blade Master: People encounter death as if they were encountering a dragon, and injury as if they were encountering a tiger.]

Dragons are divine creatures and should not be seen lightly. Humans have only one life, and once encountered, there is no future.

Tigers are ferocious creatures; seeing one makes one go mad, causing one to feel trapped and with nowhere to escape.

Characteristics: Divided into eight, it penetrates everywhere, focuses on a single target, and its sharpness is multiplied.

Chu Tianshu let out a soft "hmm" and clicked on another item related to the evil spirit.

[The Spirit of the Decaying Sword: With each passing minute, things decay a little more.]

If we see the end of time, it will surely be the death of all things.

Characteristics: Disconnection between body and spirit, disordered senses, accelerated decay, and annihilation of the soul and death.

This decaying sword spirit is the spirit of the fifteenth deadly sword.

He didn't find anything strange about the name and features when he first saw them.

However, if the name of the demonic sword is completely consistent with its own characteristics, representing "wound".

So, the reason why the spirit of the Fifteen Deadly Swords is called "Rotten".

Could it be that the fundamental meaning of this sword strike is not the fear of death, but the fear of decay?
Chu Tianshu initially deduced this.

The higher the level of indigenous martial arts, the more emphasis is placed on symbolic representations of intention.

If the Fifteen Deadly Swords represent death, then the phenomenon of "injury" is not as frequent or as tangible as death.

The potential of the Fifteen Deadly Swords is a notch below that of the Eight Consecutive Forms of the Heavenly Demon.

However, if the Fifteen Deadly Swords represent decay and decay.

It's hard to say which side has greater potential.

Even if a person has no worries about food and clothing, when they reach their thirties, they can easily feel that their energy is not as good as when they were young.

Those who live a life of hard labor will perceive decay earlier and more clearly.

Many people are not only afraid of their own decay, but also of the decay of their loved ones.

Chu Tianshu recalled Lu Shuangyan's account of her emotional journey.

Lu Shuangyan and Xiahou Feishan were already outside. After thinking for a while, he simply called out.

Lu Shuangyan was examining the corpse of the Demonic Sect leader when she heard the noise and came in: "What's wrong?"

"The essence of your swordsmanship, roughly speaking, is to use your sword as a symbol of death, and through this symbol, to reject external disturbances and achieve tranquility?"

Chu Tianshu said carefully, "Then what you're pursuing isn't actually the ability to kill people."

"It's not even simply about maintaining a peaceful and virtuous life."

"Or is it a capability that can resist external disturbances?"

Lu Shuangyan seemed to be deep in thought. She opened her mouth to speak but then stopped, pondering for a moment.

"What I want is to be sharp enough and resilient enough."

"If a mountain comes to press down on me, I will split it open; if a flood comes to wash me away, I am not afraid of water."

"We will not be forced to compromise our principles because of external disturbances."

Lu Shuangyan laughed and said, "When I was young, I was rather cynical and felt that there were too many dirty and chaotic places in the world, but I couldn't sweep them away or make them peaceful."

"I just want to be able to break through the miasma and avoid being contaminated."

understood.

Chu Tianshu understood.

Lu Shuangyan's pursuit, in other words, is a force powerful enough to resist decay.

However, after the Fifteen Deadly Swords went out of control, they went astray and became an uncontrollable force that accelerated decay.

Chu Tianshu said with a smile, "If you say that, you've gotten rid of the influence of the sword techniques and spirits, and you can comprehend a new fifteenth sword on your own. You might even live a long life and become an exceptionally long-lived person."

"Some of the secrets in the 'Secret Blessings of the Strategists' you gave me are actually for longevity and health."

Lu Shuangyan had anticipated this, and her expression was cheerful. "Originally, I thought that if we couldn't break through the influence of that freak, we would adopt a child, raise him, and place our hopes on him."

"But right now, I feel like I can still live a carefree life for another thirty years, and then I can think about raising children."

Chu Tianshu's expression shifted, and he coughed lightly twice.

“I think it’s very necessary to raise children. Children have the most energy. Teaching a group of children to practice swordsmanship may be the most inspiring way to fight against decay.”

Lu Shuangyan nodded subconsciously, then felt something was off and looked at Chu Tianshu.

"Master Tian, ​​why do I feel like your tone is a bit off?"

Chu Tianshu opened his innocent eyes: "Really? I meant no harm."

Lu Shuangyan pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered a strange question Chu Tianshu had asked her.

"Brother Chu, as you know, I'm terrible at naming things."

Lu Shuangyan said solemnly, "I'm naming this sword technique because it has thirteen moves, so I'll call it the Thirteen Deadly Swords."

"If I were to adopt a large group of children in the future, it would be fine if some of them had their own names. But what names would I give to the ones who didn't?"

Lu Shuangyan said softly, "Look, let's just call them Yan Yi, Yan Er, and keep counting up to Yan Shisan, how about that?"

Chu Tianshu clapped his hands and said, "Yan Yi and Yan Er are a bit too perfunctory. Yan Shisan sounds better."

Lu Shuangyan smiled.

He will definitely give his child a particularly elegant name.

If three characters are not enough, then name someone with four, five, or even six characters.

Or, why not just use a line of seven-character poetry as the name?

In short, never name your child Yan Shisan.

Xiahou Feishan couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm telling you two, why are you always thinking about adopting children? Have you never thought about finding a woman you like, falling in love, getting married and having children?" Lu Shuangyan didn't care: "I have no interest in women."

"Mutual affection is a matter of luck."

Chu Tianshu sighed and glanced at Xiahou Feishan unintentionally. "Some people just don't have that luck, so they shouldn't be so fixated on such things."

Xiahou Feishan fell silent.

After a moment, he said, "I'm going to kill the Japanese pirates. Who will come with me?"

"Where along the coast are there any Japanese pirates left for you to kill?"

Chu Tianshu casually remarked, walked to the temple gate, and took a deep breath, facing the wind on Poyang Lake.

On Kangshan Island, there were traces of people moving around everywhere.

After yesterday's battle, none of those who had grudges against Liuyun Prefecture left.

They rested on the island and took out their dry food and drinks.

Years of grudges and grievances have given people a chance to avenge their humiliations. Some people even killed their number one enemy yesterday.

But they didn't celebrate wildly; it seemed they were still holding back, wanting to do something.

"Brother Lu, Xiahou, what do you see when you look at all these people on the island?"

Lu Shuangyan walked over and looked at it for a while: "His integrity is like a sword, quite remarkable."

Xiahou Feishan looked closely and said, "Most of them are elderly people with no relatives. They are still out here seeking revenge at this age. They are old but still strong."

He looked at Chu Tianshu, "What did you see this time?"

Chu Tianshu chuckled and said, "I see a lot of confusion."

Xiahou Feishan asked in confusion, "What's there to be confused about? Although Liuyun Mansion has lost much of its influence, there is still such a big target there. We can let them continue to take revenge."

Lu Shuangyan frowned: "Liuyun Prefecture is not a Japanese pirate. Not everyone there deserves to die. In recent years, they have been governing the three provinces and have recruited many talented people."

Xiahou Feishan snapped out of his daze and nodded, agreeing that it made perfect sense.

"More than 90% of people in the martial arts world are those who follow the crowd, and the rest are mostly schemers. But even after all the different schools of thought and various doctrines have developed to this day, there is still a simple sense of justice in people's hearts."

Chu Tianshu said gently, "Some people understand this in their hearts, and they have a moment of enthusiasm and drive, but they don't know exactly how to do it and they don't get really good feedback."

"In the end, at best they can create a martial arts alliance, which will decay within a generation or become an empty shell."

"That spirit also faded away."

Two swordsmen listened from the side, and Miao Gao, Miao Ji, and the others also approached. For a moment, many examples from martial arts history books flashed through their minds.

Xiahou Feishan couldn't help but ask, "Then what do we need to do to make it last?"

"I do not know either."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "But I'm really in the mood to talk right now. Looking at these people, I really want to chat with them."

"Soon I will be going to sea to go home, and I don't know when I will be back."

"I plan to spend the rest of my time chatting with them."

"We can talk about martial arts, life, anything and everything! Talk therapy is a very important part of medicine, haha!"

Some of the instructions Chu Tianshu had left behind already hinted at his impending departure.

Miao Gao, Miao Ji, and the others were startled upon hearing this, but then felt a sense of both surprise and inevitability.

Before they could say anything more to persuade him to stay, Chu Tianshu waved his hand and started walking down the mountain.

"Let's go buy tea leaves and mung beans first, then we'll come back and make tea and soup."

"When everyone gets thirsty after chatting, we can have some to refresh ourselves!"

That afternoon, the scattered people on Kangshan Island gradually gathered together.

Some people sat on the grass, some on the stone steps, and some leaned against the branches of pine trees.

Chu Tianshu sat on a large blue stone and invited them to chat. He said a few words first, and then gestured for the others to speak.

At first, everyone was quite reserved, but they talked more and more as time went on.

Because they admired Chu Tianshu's achievements and reputation, they all gestured to him and only stood up after receiving his invitation, without making a fuss.

However, when it comes to empathy, everyone inevitably bursts into some words in unison.

The night was brightly lit, and everyone there was skilled in martial arts, their expressions becoming more and more animated as they spoke.

After chatting and laughing for a long time, some people were so reluctant to leave that they fell asleep. When they woke up, they listened for only a short while before becoming engrossed in the conversation again.

That year, the Kangshan Night Talk was recorded in history.

On the third day, someone woke up, stretched, grabbed a cup of tea, took a sip, and was about to listen again.

There was no one left on that large blue stone.

"Where is Tian Jushi?"

"gone."

"Gone?! I don't even know what he said last, how could he just leave? Oh dear!"

"Hehehe, hasn't he said enough?"

A woman smiled and patted her companion, saying, "He has done the most powerful thing, and he has said the most powerful words."

"The time has come for us to demonstrate our strength."

From the crowd, the burly man carrying the sword shouted.

"We seasoned veterans of the martial world, how could we let the Hermit of Heaven monopolize the limelight?"

The people on the island responded loudly, their voices echoing across the lake.

Xiahou Feishan stood under the pine tree and wiped the mung bean soup from his mouth.

"Good heavens, I feel like this conversation that lasted for dozens of hours has made him even more famous than when he killed Lord Liuyun. He must be laughing to himself right now."

"Tsk! Lu Shuangyan, believe it or not, unless he comes back, I have decades of slow and steady accumulation, and sooner or later I will be more famous than him today!"

Lu Shuangyan gazed at the sky and said leisurely, "I do hope he will come back."

"If there are fifteen swords, will there be sixteen by then?"

(End of this chapter)