Chapter 29 Jian Yi

Kakaka——

The big tree was broken in the middle, and the crown fell down, hitting the river beach.

Wu Qingwan was awakened by the loud noise of a big tree falling to the ground. When she looked up, she discovered that a two-foot-long groove appeared in the dense forest behind the big tree. All the trees, flowers and plants along the middle were smashed to pieces, and the remaining cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"This...how is this possible?"

Wu Qingwan walked closer slowly, her eyes filled with disbelief - this sword was completely beyond her knowledge.

You must know that during the Qi refining period, only when you reach the eleventh level of the 'Wind Mansion' can you barely let the true Qi leave the body.

Even if Zuo Lingquan really has the tenth level of cultivation, he can only make his true energy clearly visible.

Putting aside the issue of true energy leaving the body, among the people Wu Qingwan has seen, no one can draw a sword so steadily.

Normally speaking, it is difficult to control the true qi outside the body. No matter how strong the control is, it cannot avoid the dispersion and loss of the true qi outside the body, and the dispersion and loss of the true qi will naturally reduce the killing power.

But Wu Qingwan could clearly see that the wooden piles, broken branches, and cuts cut out by the sword energy on the ground were connected in a straight line, as smooth as a mirror surface. This showed that the true energy gathered into a bundle after leaving the body, without any dispersion until the end was exhausted.

To achieve this step, it is difficult for Wu Qingwan to imagine how high the control required of the monks themselves is.

Her master, Yue Pingyang, has reached the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley. He is undoubtedly the number one person in the Great Dan Dynasty and even in the surrounding areas. He has mastered the methods of "Sword Qi into Gang" and "True Qi into Form".

The body's true energy has not been stabilized to this extent, and some of it will always be lost.

Before she saw this sword, she didn't believe that there were monks in the world who could do this, let alone ordinary people who had never practiced.

Is this a monster in human form?

Compared with Wu Qingwan who was shocked to death, Zuo Lingquan's own reaction was much calmer.

Zuo Lingquan is very confident in his sword. If he had the cultivation level, he should have shown such killing power!

After drawing out the sword, the zhenqi flowing in Zuo Lingquan's body had also dissipated completely. His bones were a few ounces lighter, and he was even a little tired. He put a sword flower on his arm and sheathed the long sword, and turned to look at the man with his open mouth next to him.

Wu Qingwan smiled:

"Senior Wu, how about my sword?"

how?

Oh my God!

Wu Qingwan's eyes were shining. She came back to her senses and circled Zuo Lingquan a few times, as if looking at a flawless jade, and said with surprise and doubt:

"Who taught you the sword you just wielded?"

Zuo Lingquan wiped the rain off his face, picked up the robe and put it on:

"Didn't I tell you, Senior Wu, that I've been practicing swordplay since I was a child, a thousand swordsmen a day, and after practicing for fourteen years, I can only speak like this."

Did you practice it yourself?

Wu Qingwan didn't believe it, but Zuo Lingquan's expression didn't seem like he was lying. Although she didn't understand how Zuo Lingquan realized this sword, she knew the weight of it.

For practitioners, the method of refining Qi is to accumulate true Qi in the body and stabilize the meridians, while martial arts, techniques, talismans, alchemy, etc. are methods to use the true Qi in the body.

The simplest way to distinguish whether these methods are good or bad is to look at the efficiency of using one's own true energy. When 10% of the true energy is used, only 10% is actually effective. You don't need to think about it to know that it is waste; and Zuo Lingquan's sword skill

, the true energy leaves the body without any dispersion, which is equivalent to 100% of the true energy being exerted, exerting 100% of the effect, and the speed is even more exaggerated. It is basically invincible in the same realm, and it is low to describe it as superior martial arts.

Excellent martial arts skills and techniques are often more precious than the Qi refining techniques that are the foundation of a sect - it doesn't matter if you refine Qi slowly, the most important thing for people in practice is time; the martial arts techniques and techniques used to defend the enemy are life.

What matters is who is stronger in a fight, the difference between life and death.

If word of Zuo Lingquan's divine sword skills were spread, it is obvious how many people would be jealous. I am afraid that even the nine supreme sects in the south would be watching.

Practicing a path, in the final analysis, is still a wilderness where the strong are respected. Weakness is the original sin. Wu Qingwan knows this truth very well. She said seriously:

"Don't ever use your sword in front of outsiders. The common man is not guilty and the one who possesses the jade is guilty. This principle also applies to practitioners. Those 'outsiders' want to take away your sword skills.

Killing you is not an ordinary thing."

Zuo Lingquan was not a young person who didn't understand the dangers of the world. When he saw Wu Qingwan's solemn expression, he said slightly helplessly:

"I don't have any real energy in me, and I won't be able to show it off even if I want to. How can I make people jealous?"

Wu Qingwan just remembered this, and the secret joy of finding the treasure disappeared in an instant, and she frowned:

"That's true. It's useless if I can't practice the art of swordsmanship. You can't take me with you in the future. I'll give you two hours of energy before fighting. It's better for me to take action directly."

Wu Qingwan's eyes were full of confusion, and she raised her hand and pinched Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"How could it be? You have just been able to withstand the tenth level of cultivation, which proves that the 'Shinto point' has been stabilized and can be used with this sword. It also proves that there is no problem from the inside out. How could you not be able to refine the true energy? As long as

After refining the true qi, I can be sure that you can directly enter the tenth level of qi refining. With the talent of entering the tenth level at the age of seventeen, it will be easy to become a disciple of the nine inner sects of the south."

Zuo Lingquan also wondered why he couldn't cultivate the true energy, but his confusion at this time was much less than before - since his body can carry the true energy and can also use what he has learned, it proves that he is not destined to the Dao, but just

I just didn't find the right method. From now on, I just need to continue practicing my sword, and maybe one day I will have a sudden enlightenment and everything will be clear.

"Senior Wu, let's go back to Qihuang Valley and take our time with these things."

Wu Qingwan also knew that there was no need to rush, so she looked back at the destroyed dense forest, with a look of amazement still in her eyes. After stopping for a moment, she turned back three times and left.

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The spring rain is thick and long, and once it falls, it seems to never stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but with the morning light shining in the east, the mountains and fields near Jiguan Ridge became silent. The Qihuang Valley disciples who originally settled here have turned back, and the lonely man and widow by the stream no longer knew where they had gone.

A devastated forest was left in place.

The stream flows quietly. As the sky lights up, a hare pokes its head out of the hole. It carefully looks around for a long time before running quickly across the stream. When passing through the dense forest, it stops and looks at it strangely, as if out of curiosity.

What caused this forest to be destroyed like this?

An ignorant hare naturally couldn't figure out the reason. After looking at it for a moment, it continued to run forward.

But what the hare didn't expect was that two wooden stakes appeared on the river beach that was unobstructed just now, causing it to hit the top and fall.

"grumble--"

The hare rolled around in a circle and got up. When he looked up, he realized that the two wooden pillars were human legs. He was so frightened that he jumped three feet high and quickly got into the dense forest.

On the river beach, a man of medium build stood quietly.

The man is dressed in gray clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, and has his hands behind his back. You can see his long hair hanging down his back. His hair is gray in color, and he is probably old.

At first glance, the man looked like an old hunter, but ordinary hunters would never come to this dangerous place. What hung on his waist was not a hatchet, but a simple long sword with no patterns and plain appearance.

Oddly, the only noteworthy thing about his body is a white jade sign hanging on his waist, with a sword engraved on the front - a sword inserted at the top of the city!

Under the rain curtain, the man ignored the reckless hare and walked to the dense forest with his hands behind his back. He stretched out his dry fingers and stroked the smooth mirror-like cut on the tree stump. He then turned to look at the ground behind him, where Zuo Lingquan was standing.

At this position, two footprints were left on the ground when the force was exerted, and rainwater had already accumulated.

"Lao Lu, do you see anything?"

The mountain forest was silent, as if there was only one person, but when the sound came out, people were shocked to realize that there was another person above.

A hundred feet above the stream, a young man dressed in similar clothes sat sideways on a long sword, holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand, looking at the surrounding mountains and fields with a bored look.

The old man known as Lao Lu looked a bit old-fashioned. He focused his eyes on the ruined dense forest and said hoarsely:

"The sword's intention is so high that birds and beasts for miles around still dare not cry; looking at its sword marks, the cut is as smooth as a mirror, and the force is concentrated at one point without any distraction. Although the cultivation level is too low, the heat of this sword will last my whole life.

If you can’t catch up, you may be the same.”

When the young man heard this, his sword slowly lowered and stopped beside Lao Lu. He glanced at the groove about ten feet in the dense forest and sneered:

"Lao Lu, don't be kidding me. I just cut down a few trees with one strike of my sword. Do I deserve such praise from you?"

Lao Lu raised his hand and pointed to the dense forest next to him:

"If you don't need Linggu's cultivation, throw a sword over there. If you have the level of this sword, I will give you the sword."

A swordsman wearing a sword is like marrying his wife, there is no reason to give it away.

When the young man saw what Lao Lu said, he looked more serious. He came closer to observe carefully, nodded and said:

"It seems to be a bit heated. What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Lao Lu’s eyes were solemn:

"Jianyi!"

The young man's expression was condensed, as if you were kidding me:

"Only one who can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword can be called 'Sword One'. There are so many sword immortals in our Sword Imperial City, and it is rare to see a genius who understands 'Sword One' on his own in a thousand years; and 'Sword One' is bound to take action"

The sky and the earth have changed color, this thing only cut down a few trees, is it worthy of being called 'Sword One'?"

Lao Lu cast a sidelong glance at the young man: "The eight lords of the Nine Leagues and the ten sword kings of Central Continent, who is born with the ability to move the sky? Swordsmen of our generation all climbed up from chopping wood piles; although this sword is too advanced,

It's low, but its fire level is unmatched by anyone in the same territory. It only takes a hundred years of hard work to become a lord. I've practiced swords all my life and I won't be fooled."

The young man was half convinced. Seeing that Lao Lu was so sure, he could only follow the words:

"This is the territory of the Nine Sects in the South. If you take what you say, Old Lu, seriously, in a hundred years, if someone among the Nine Sects emerges who can wield a sword better than I can with the Imperial City, won't we become a joke?"

"I'm afraid that this boy is only thirty years old. He can use the 'Sword One'. His understanding is really rare. If nothing happens, he will be full-fledged in the future and it will be impossible for him to dominate the Sword Imperial City for hundreds of years."
To be continued...