"Qingping Sword?" Ling Yunpo said with a frown.

"That's right." Qingping Sword said.

"A Jing!" Ling Yunpo ignored her and asked Kunlun Jing, "Is what she said true?"

"How could it be false?" Qing Ping Sword said, "Don't you think so, Yaoyao?"

"What the hell is Yaoyao!" Kunlun Mirror protested.

"In the palace of the Queen Mother of the West, on the mirror on the Yaochi stage. What's wrong with calling you 'Yaoyao'?" Qingping Sword said with a smile.

"According to your way of addressing me, I should call you 'Jianjian'." Kunlun Jing rarely complained.

"Okay, although it's not as nice as Qingping, it's okay too." Qingping Jian said nonchalantly.

Seeing that Kunlun Mirror did not refute, Ling Yunpo asked again:

"Qingping, what is your rank? What are your attributes? What are your Taoist magic?"

"Rank?" Qing Ping Sword asked in surprise, "Isn't it a fairy sword?"

"The Tiangan sword-making method only became popular eight thousand years ago. According to that calculation, you should be considered as the tenth level now," Kunlun Mirror reminded.

"Then I am a tenth-rank flying sword." Qingping Sword also adapted quickly, "As for the five elements attribute, it is actually 'Sky River Water'."

"The five elements of Na Yin are not popular now." Kunlun Jing said again, "You just need to say that the five elements belong to water."

"Oh, it's a rank 10 water-type flying sword." Qing Ping Jian followed suit, "As for the Taoist method, keep it secret for now."

"What do you mean by keeping it secret for the time being?" Ling Yunpo said dissatisfiedly, "You are my flying sword, how can you keep it secret from me?"

"Hey, little brother." Qing Ping Sword reminded him, "I am not your flying sword. I am just playing with you because I am bored."

Lingyunpo:?

He turned around and asked Kunlun Mirror:

"Ah Jing, it should be in time to throw this bitch back into the sword pond and exchange her for a proper flying sword, right?"

"Of course." Kunlun Jing said, "And I strongly recommend you to do so. She is not someone who is easy to tame."

"Okay then." Ling Yunpo went out.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!" Qing Ping Sword cried out in a hurry, "I was just joking just now. She has pledged her love to you, how could she betray the Sword Master so easily?"

"I'll give you another chance. Whose flying sword are you?" Ling Yunpo asked coldly.

"It's yours, it's yours, okay?" Qing Ping Sword said in a coaxing tone, "Yao Yao and I both belong to the Sword Master~"

"Don't drag me into this." Kunlun Jing, who was watching the show, expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Continue talking about Taoism." Ling Yunpo interrupted them.

"As for the Taoist magic, you can't use most of it yet." Qing Ping Jian pretended to "hmm" for a while, "How about you take this to play with?"

"This technique is called 'Green Mist Covering the Mountains'. It transforms the water essence into a thick fog that spreads over a thousand miles. When an enemy is trapped in it, their six senses are blocked, their bodies become sluggish, and the power of all non-water spells is greatly reduced."

"When activating it, you only need to chant the spell 'Misty and ethereal, smoke floating in the mirage'. You can recite it aloud or silently."

"Okay." Ling Yunpo nodded and said, "I'll try it first. If it doesn't work, you can go back to the sword pond!"

"No!" Qing Ping Sword began to whimper, "I don't want to leave Master Sword Master, can't Master Sword Master give me a little trust? As long as Master Sword Master becomes stronger, I will provide more and better Taoist methods!"

"Qing Ping." Ling Yunpo said coldly, "You must remember that it was not you who chose me, but I who chose you."

"It is not that the weak trust the strong and choose to follow him, but because the strong is superior to the weak, so the weak have to follow him."

"A follower who is too weak will be left far behind by a strong one, and it will be impossible to follow him. This is the same for you and me."

Qing Ping Sword: ...

“If you don’t want to be unable to keep up with me, then work hard to become stronger.” Ling Yunpo finally said and walked out.

"Yaoyao, I'm beginning to like him." Qingping Sword didn't answer, but avoided Lingyunpo's consciousness and whispered to Kunlun Mirror, "What should I do? This is the first time I've met such an interesting sword master."

"Are you planning to transform into a human and fall in love with him?" Kunlun Mirror asked.

"No, no, no, being a human is boring. It's more fun to be a sword." Qingping Sword shook his head.

Ling Yunpo ignored their complaints and just left the Taoist temple, came to the open space outside, and raised his sword with one hand.

The spiritual consciousness and the sword spirit interacted, and the Qingping Sword floated in the air, trembling slightly.

"The sky is hazy and misty, and mirages are floating in the smoke." Ling Yunpo recited loudly.

In an instant, endless fog emerged from nowhere and instantly covered the surrounding open space.

Ling Yunpo glanced around and found that everything he could see was white, like endless snowflakes on an old-fashioned TV screen that could not receive any signal.

You can't see anything when you stretch your hand out, and you can't hear any sound when you listen carefully. The thick fog seems to have absorbed all the colors and sounds, leaving only pure and quiet white between heaven and earth.

His body seemed to grow heavy, and Ling Yunpo looked down, only to find that his clothes had been soaked through without him noticing.

Water dripped along the corners of his clothes. Ling Yunpo tried to mobilize his spiritual sense and circulate his Qi sea, but found that his spiritual sense was blocked less than half a meter away from his body, and the circulation of his Qi also became stagnant.

He then connected his Qi to the Qingping Sword, and the weight on his body suddenly lightened, and his consciousness spread along the fog without any hindrance.

In this thick fog, every tiny drop of water can become a part of the extension of his spiritual consciousness.

Ling Yunpo stopped circulating his Qi, cleared away the thick fog around him, put away the Qingping Sword, found a shady spot to sit down, and waited for Senior Sister An to return from outside.

At the same time, I am also thinking about how to use this sword technique to build a flexible combat system.

For example, when dueling with fellow disciples from Shushan, a thick fog rose up to block the opponent's perception, and then he used the Qingping Sword to blatantly backstab them.

Well, the idea is still a bit conservative.

Since the thick fog suppresses the opponent's consciousness, he will definitely withdraw his flying sword and be ready for battle.

For example, I carry two swords and deliberately throw the flying sword at the opponent from the front, while controlling the Qingping sword to stab from behind.

If the enemy reacts quickly enough and blocks the sword throw from the front, he will definitely miss the backstab from behind...

Just as he was thinking this, Ling Yunpo suddenly raised his head and saw a strange short and fat boy holding a sword and descending on Qingluo Peak.

"Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling?" The other party looked over.

"That's right, may I know who you are?" Ling Yunpo asked with a bow.

"Lou Zhizheng." The short and fat boy turned his eyes and fell on the Qingping sword behind him.

"Wow! This guy's gaze is so disgusting!" Qing Ping Sword yelled in his mind, "Hide me quickly! I don't want him to see me!"

"Is Senior Sister An here?" Lou Zhizheng asked for confirmation.

"She's out." Ling Yunpo said indifferently, "Brother, you can go in and sit for a while until Sister comes back."

"No need." Lou Zhizheng raised his chin and sneered in a defiant yet somewhat regretful tone:

"Junior Brother Ling, do you know?"

"You are in big trouble!"