Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 29 Jianyi

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 the big tree falling to the ground. Looking up, she found a two-foot-long groove in the dense forest behind the big tree.

"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 in the Qi Refining Stage, only by reaching the eleventh stage of the 'Wind Mansion' can True Qi be forced to leave the body.

Even if Zuo Lingquan really has the tenth level of cultivation, he can only make True Qi clearly visible.

Putting aside the issue of True Qi's separation from the body, among the people Wu Qingwan has seen, no one can draw a sword so steadily.

Normally speaking, it is difficult to control True Qi outside the body, no matter how strong the control is, it is impossible to avoid the dispersion and loss of True Qi outside the body, and the dispersion and loss of True Qi will naturally reduce the lethality.

But Wu Qingwan could clearly see that the stakes and broken branches on the ground were cut out by the sword energy, and the incisions were connected in a line, smooth as a mirror, which showed that after True Qi came out of the body, they gathered into bundles, without a single scatter, 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 Linggu. He is the number one person in the Great Dan Dynasty and even the surrounding areas. The body True Qi is not stable to this extent and will always lose some.

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's shock, 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 the sword, the True Qi flowing in Zuo Lingquan's body also dissipated, and his bones were a few taels lighter, and he was even a little tired. He put a sword flower on his arm and sheathed the long sword. He turned to look at Wu Qingwan with his mouth open next to him and 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 used?"

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

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

Practiced by yourself?

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

For practitioners, the Qi Refining method is to accumulate True Qi in the body and stabilize the meridians, while martial arts, techniques, talismans, alchemy, etc. are the 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 your own True Qi. 100% of True Qi is used, and only 10% of it has an actual effect, so you don't need to think about it to know that it is a waste; and Zuo Lingquan's sword skill, True Qi is not scattered in the body, it is equivalent to 100% of True Qi. The effect and speed are even more exaggerated. It is basically invincible in the same realm, and it is low to describe it as superior martial arts.

High-quality martial arts and techniques are often more precious than the Qi Refining method that is the foundation of the ancestor. It doesn’t matter if Qi Refining is slow, the most important thing for a practitioner is time; the martial arts and techniques used to defend against the enemy are life What matters is who is stronger during the fight, which means the difference between life and death.

If Zuo Lingquan's Spirit Ascension sword skill is spread out, it's self-evident how many people will be jealous. I'm afraid even the high-ranking Southern Nine Sects will start to watch him.

In the final analysis, as a practitioner, it is still a wilderness where the strong are respected, and weakness is the original sin. Wu Qingwan knows this truth very well. She said seriously:

"This sword of yours must never be used in front of outsiders. The principle of innocence and guilt is also applicable in practice. Those 'outsiders' want to take away your swordsmanship again. Killing you is not an ordinary thing."

Zuo Lingquan is not a young person who doesn't understand the dangers of the world. When he saw Wu Qingwan's solemn expression, he said with a slight helplessness:

"I don't have any True Qi on me, and I won't be able to show off even if I want to show off in the future. 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 you only know swordsmanship, but you can't practice True Qi. You can't take me with you in the future. Before a fight, I will pass you True Qi for two hours. It's better for me to attack directly."

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

"How could it be? Just now you clearly can bear the tenth level of cultivation, which proves that the 'Shin Dao point' has been stabilized, you can use this sword, and it also proves that there is no problem from the inside to the outside. How could you not be able to practice True Qi? As long as If you refine True Qi, I can be sure that you can directly enter the tenth level of Qi Refining, and with the talent of entering the tenth level at the age of seventeen, it will be easy for you to become a disciple of the southern nine inner sects."

Zuo Lingquan also wondered why he couldn't practice True Qi, but the confusion at this time has been reduced too much - since his body can carry True Qi, and he can also display what he has learned, it proves that he is not unfaithful to the Dao, it is just a method It's just not right. From now on, you just need to continue practicing your sword, and maybe one day you will have a sudden enlightenment and everything will become clear to you.

"Senior Wu, let's go back to Qihuang Valley, take these things slowly."

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 in her eyes. After stopping for a moment, she turned back three times and left.

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

I don’t know how long it took, but as the morning light came on in the east, the mountains and fields near Jiguan Ridge became silent. The Qihuang Valley disciples who originally settled here had turned back, and the lonely man and woman 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 his head out of the hole. He carefully looks around for a long time before running quickly across the stream. When passing by the dense forest, he stops and looks at it strangely, as if out of curiosity. What caused this forest to become like this?

A hare with no spirit communication 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 piles appeared on the river beach that was unobstructed just now, causing it to hit the top and fall.

"grumble--"

The hare rolled 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 and a bamboo hat, with 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. Strangely, 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. Position, when exerting force, there were two footprints on the ground, which had already accumulated rainwater.

"Old 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 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 Intent soars into the sky, and birds and beasts for miles around still dare not cry; looking at its sword marks, the incision is as smooth as a mirror, and the focus is on one point without any distraction. Although the cultivation level is too low, the fire 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:

"You don't need Linggu's cultivation level to 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 giving away his wife, there is no reason to give it away.

Seeing what Lao Lu said, the young man 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 can be called 'Sword One' when one sword in the same realm can defeat all kinds of magic. There are so many sword immortals in our Sword Imperial City, and the geniuses who understand 'Sword One' on their own are rare 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: "Among the Eight Lords of the Nine Leagues and the Ten Sword Emperors of the Central Continent, who is born with the power to move the sky? Swordsmen of our generation all climbed up by chopping wood piles; although this sword is a skillful one, It’s too 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 swordplay all my life and I won’t be fooled.”

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

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

"I'm afraid 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."

"Then what should we do? Find him and kill him to avoid future troubles?"

When Lao Lu heard this, he frowned with disdain in his eyes:

"No matter how many nascent geniuses are trampled to death, it will not change the fact that we are weak; if we want to make further progress, we can only swing our sword at the stronger ones. This kind of thinking of yours is an unhealthy way of thinking. If you are not strong, you will never achieve anything great in your life."

The young man chuckled: "It's just a joke. A little kid who can't reach the Linggu realm makes me blush if he asks me to draw a sword. What do you think I should do?"

Lao Lu pondered for a moment: "This place is located on the south side of the barren mountain. It is too remote. I had to go to Jingping Terrace on the way. I found that the surrounding area was a bit strangely quiet, so I found this sword mark. This kind of desolate place, if it is allowed to stay here, If you are left to fend for yourself, you may waste your talent or die young.”

"Old Lu, do you want to find this person and pass on his legacy?"

"I understand the 'Sword One' at a young age. I am not even close to being my master. I can't teach you. I'm just afraid that the famous sword will be covered in dust when I find it out."

The young man nodded slightly and looked at the surrounding mountains: "Although this place is remote, there are many people outside. I see that there are thousands of people in the small sect on the edge of the mountain. You, an Immortal Gate ancestor who doesn't know the details, rushed over rashly. Ask, I will probably scare him to death first. And if Jingtai knew about it, it would not be hurtful to his feelings if we dig seedlings openly in his back garden."

"Just keep a low profile. Judging from the size and depth of the footprints, this person must be a man; judging from his killing power, he is at least the eighth level of Qi Refining; the remaining True Qi, the five elements belong to wood. People who meet these three points should be very popular in this small place. It’s easy to find. You go to Jingting Terrace first, and I’ll stay for two more days until I find someone.”

The young man sighed: "Okay, if I really bring him back, I want to see what kind of genius he is. He is worthy of such praise from you, Lao Lu, but you even left me alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man flew into the sky with his sword, reaching the sky in the blink of an eye.

Lao Lu glanced around, turned around and walked towards Qihuang Valley...

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PS: This is not the old man with white beard...

(End of chapter)