Chapter 15 The Sword Heart of Epiphany
Xiaoxiao couldn't rest for a moment, so she immediately went into the kitchen to cook when she got home.
After the two of them had used the meal, Xiaoxiao remembered the important matter: "By the way, brother, just as you left the day before yesterday, the academy sent someone to send me a message saying that the academy was going to conduct a seasonal exam in the near future, so that you should not forget."
After hearing what my sister said, Chang Jin remembered that in two days it would be the day of the Mingyang Academy's grand examination.
The academies in this world are different from those on ancient Earth. Although they are lazy in their management of students, they have to take exams every few months to test whether everyone is studying hard.
Chang Jin is naturally not afraid of the big test. He has never put down the papers these days, and it is absolutely easy to pass the big test.
But he felt a little depressed. He had just rested at home for a night and was leaving again tomorrow.
At night, when my sister was asleep, Chang Jin took the sword and walked into the courtyard.
Bai Ri killed the hanging white-headed tiger in the mountains. In desperation, he stabbed out with a sword and released his sword energy! This is no longer the category of martial arts, but the legendary Taoist technique.
Recalling the situation when I read the manuscript "Tai Chi Thirteen Swords", a comment emerged from the depths of my memory.
"From the technique into the method, then from the method into the Tao, and practice to the extreme, you can break all the methods with one sword!!"
He usually practiced other magic except soul cultivation. This sword stance can be regarded as a natural understanding. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. It seemed that his talent was not low.
Chang Jin pressed his joy and started practicing in the yard again. With a sword in his hand, his whole aura immediately changed.
The long sword splashed in the night, moving his feet and moving his whole body. The whole person jumped and jumped with steps, like flowing clouds and water, completely covering the space of several feet in a circle, without splashing ink.
At the end of the practice, Chang Jin roared, and the long sword in his hand pierced out. A gust of cold and cold air burst out, stabbing the air ahead to form a whirlpool that was the size of a bowl and extended to the distance.
However, the tip of the sword still did not spit out the red sword light.
Why is this happening? Chang Jin looked at the sword and was confused. He was unwilling to give in and tried again, but the result was still not changed.
The method was useless... He stopped moving and stood in the yard carefully pondered the situation when he killed the tiger.
Facing the attack of ferocious beasts, he had no time to think too much, and his mind was empty. In that state, he swung his sword and flashed red light, killing the tiger.
If I had a momentum of retreat at that time, I probably wouldn't have that kind of momentum.
Yes... Chang Jin gradually realized that the sword should have been used during the battle of life and death. At that time, he had already put life and death aside and wanted to kill the ferocious beast. Therefore, his spirit and spirit were united, his mind was pure and clear, and he naturally had momentum.
Wherever the situation is, we will never hesitate!
Half an hour later, Chang Jin picked up the sword again. This time he did not rush to swing the sword, but stood in the courtyard, breathing and breathing between his mouth and nose, guiding a trace of spiritual energy out of his body. Soon, a numbness came from his limbs and bones.
When the momentum accumulated to the peak, he stomped his feet and took advantage of the momentum to gain power. Then his spine shook violently, his bones were squeezing, and a sword stabbed out, and hissing sounds, and the tip of the sword directly broke through the viscous air.
Even in the darkness, it can be clearly seen that a red light spurted out from the tip of the sword, more than two feet long, piercing the air with ripples, like ripples of water.
I took a breath and pulled my sword away, looked at the ground a few meters away, but saw a shallow pit the size of a bowl.
As expected, Chang Jin's face was neither sad nor happy.
Sword technique is about being enterprising and not tolerate those curved thoughts. Raise your hand without mercy and do not give in on the spot. With this momentum, even if you encounter a powerful enemy, you dare to draw your sword to attack.
Chang Jin didn't know if it was right to understand swordsmanship in this way, but he understood that from tonight, his swordsmanship had entered a new realm.
However, new questions arose in his mind. Logically speaking, the "Twelve-Level Tower Visualization Sutra" and the Tai Chi Thirteen Swords he practiced are both Taoist practices, but the magic pen in Nizhuan Palace clearly has the aura of Confucianism. Taoism and Confucianism should have conflicts, but why did he not feel that the two are mutually exclusive?
Chang Jin practiced in the courtyard several times, and felt that it was not early, so he went back to the room to sleep. When he was practicing swords, the weasel kept watching. When Chang Jin left, the little guy came to the deep pit on the ground, stared at him with his two small eyes for a long time, and finally showed a look of awe.
I had no dreams all night. After eating in the morning, Chang Jin picked up his sword and left with his bookcase on his back.
Just as Chang Jin went to Tongqu County, Liu Xuli had just had breakfast there. Seeing Wang Mazi coming, he immediately took the other party to the study room and asked anxiously: "Have you agreed to Goddess Guo?"
The older the person, the less courageous he is. If he were placed a hundred or twenty years ago, Liu Zhisheng would naturally not be afraid of Chang Jin making trouble. But now his family has great business and has too many concerns, so he can't let go. After the Tigers disbanded yesterday, he sent his subordinates to find out the hunters one by one. The news he obtained shocked Liu Zhisheng. When they met the white tiger, Chang Jin really drove it away.
How could a poor scholar have such great skills? But this question is no longer so important now. The most important thing now is to save one's own life.
"Goddess Guo agreed, but after the matter is done, he will have to make fifty taels of silver for the River God incense." Wang Mazi said again.
"This old witch dares to put down the wrong person." Hearing this, Liu Zhisheng cursed. Although he has had a lot of fertile land over the years, his income is only about a hundred taels of silver in a year. In the past two days, he has to spend dozens of taels of silver to appease the family members of Niu Er and others. Now, the witch Guo has to say half of it, which means he has not had a harvest in a year. How can he not hurt him?
However, even though he scolded, Liu Zhisheng could tell the matter clearly and urgently. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell her, I agree. As long as the poor scholar can die!"
"I understand, lord." Wang Mazi turned around and left after hearing this.
When he entered the county town, Chang Jin did not waste his time on the street and ran straight towards the academy.
"Yunsheng, Yunsheng, here!" Before entering the academy gate, he heard someone calling his words in the distance. Chang Jin quickly turned his head and found a young Confucian scholar waving under a big tree outside the academy.
"It turns out to be Brother Qingyuan. Why don't you go in here?" Chang Jin walked over and bowed. The man's name was Wang Qinian, whose courtesy name was Qingyuan. Chang Jin studied at Yangming Academy and was familiar with only a few people. One of them was Wang Qinian. His family lived in Wangjia Village outside the city, and his father was a famous official in the area.
Mr. Wang was determined to let his son get fame and fortune after studying, but unfortunately Wang Qinian was not a good source of study. Every time he took the college season exam, Wang Qinian was the worst.
It is said that the two have different identities, so Wang Qinian should not be familiar with him. From my memory, I learned that this was mainly because several scholars from the academy once wrote poems to mock Wang Qinian. Chang Jin couldn't stand it and spoke to help him, which made Wang Qinian become a confidant.
Wang Qinian did not answer Chang Jin's question, but stared at him for a long time, as if he had discovered something rare.
"Brother Qingyuan, is there anything wrong with my face?" Chang Jin was a little scared by him, and he secretly speculated in his heart that this guy would not be as good as having a broken sleeve. If so, he would have to stay away.
"I met Pu Yukai a few days ago. He said that Yunsheng has changed a lot. Now I see you, it's really like a different person. Tell Brother Yu that I haven't encountered any good things recently." Wang Qinian said in amazement.
"Brother Qingyuan is joking." Chang Jin has been studying and practicing swords during the day and practicing "Visualization Sutra" at night. In this few months, his demeanor is naturally different from the past. Now, just a stop like this, he has a kind and courageous demeanor.
"If you don't say it, don't say it. Go in quickly. I've already met the name. Why are you doing now? Just now, Mr. Ji started nagging when he saw me, thinking about this headache." Wang Qinian had no interest in studying, so he naturally didn't want to go to the academy to suffer. "Brother Yu is waiting for you here, go and answer your name quickly. I haven't seen you for so many days. I'll call Brother Jianchen later. Let's go to the hotel for a few drinks."
"Okay." In the past, Chang Jin's self-esteem might have been a big obstacle. Now he has some money on his body, so he is naturally not afraid of gatherings.
After Chang Jin finished his name, Wang Qinian had already surrounded him with a few classmates, including Pu Yukai. After saying hello to each other, several people made an appointment to come to a restaurant, ordered a private room, and ordered some wine and food to drink.
To be honest, it was the first time Chang Jin traveled through this place to attend a gathering between classmates.
Scholars gatherings naturally have to be different from ordinary people.
I don’t know who mentioned it first, but everyone agreed to drink and make a drink order.
When the wine was full, the head of the Tongsheng, named Zhao, opened his mouth: "The field is not airtight, the cross is in the middle. If the cross is pushed up, the ancient characters will win a bell."
Then Pu Yucai said, "The word Hui is not airtight, the word "mouth" is in the middle. If the word "mouth" is pushed up, the word "Lu" will win for one minute."
Someone answered again: "The word "Zhu" is not airtight, the word "Ling" is in the middle. If the word "Ling" is pushed up, the word "Ling" will win for one minute."
This kind of pediatric wine is naturally difficult for Chang Jin. When it was his turn, he also spoke casually: "The word "sleep is not airtight, the word "mu" is in the middle. Push the word "mu" up, and the word "apricot" wins a bell."
Finally, it was Wang Qinian's turn. This guy frowned and thought hard, but he had no idea.
Everyone immediately started to cheer and shouted, "If you can't tell the order of drinking, then you will be punished to drink."
"Drink quickly, drink!"
After being aroused by everyone, Wang Qinian blushed and slapped the table: "Who said I can't think of it? If you have it, you can hear it well, 'The word sun is not airtight, and the word is in the middle..."
I just said half of the sentence, but it ended abruptly.
"What about the following two sentences?" Someone stopped and urged him.
Wang Qinian raised his head and drank the wine in his glass for a clean light, and then said, "Push up one word, and a big bell for one mouthful."
"good"
"wonderful!"
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
This Wang Qinian is such a wonderful person, and Chang Jin almost burst into tears when he heard it.
After eating this meal for nearly an hour, the last few people left drunk.
Chang Jin bid farewell to everyone and found a room in a temple east of the city to live in. Although there were houses in Yangming Academy, they were all sleeping in the same room. Chang Jin had to practice swordsmanship at night, which was inconvenient, so he simply refused.
Chapter completed!