60. Raising the Sword
The stars in the sky are sometimes very close, they seem to be hanging above your head, embedded in the deep and dark sky. When you stand on the mountain, it seems that you can touch them with your hand.
But in fact, the stars we see may be the light and shadow they cast tens of thousands of years ago.
Chen Ji didn't know how long Xuanyuan's lifespan was, so the other party could casually spend 434 years, which was just a prelude to cultivation.
He looked at Wu Ya: "Uncle Wu Ya, do you know Lu Yang, the headmaster of Jingchao Wu Temple?"
The crow actually nodded.
Chen Ji asked again: "Do you know how old he is?"
Before Crow could respond, Old Man Yao came out with his hands behind his back. “Why are you still awake so early in the morning, asking about Lu Yang?”
"Well," Chen Ji thought for a moment and replied, "Didn't Liang Gou'er say that I'm suitable for learning sword skills? I heard that the headmaster of Jingchao Martial Temple, Lu Yang, practices sword skills, so I wanted to ask around."
Old Man Yao sneered: "If you want to learn, you can learn. There is someone willing to teach you. Isn't the fever gone? Why are you still talking nonsense?"
Chen Ji: "...First, tell me how old Lu Yang is."
Old Man Yao said casually, "According to rumors, he should be 130 years old. His cultivation level is high, so he will naturally live longer."
“How old was he when he became famous?”
Old Man Yao glanced at him and said indifferently, "Why should I tell you these things? Ask someone else."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Ji helped Old Man Yao move the bamboo lounge chair out of the house and helped him lie down.
While massaging Old Man Yao's legs, he said sincerely, "Master, I could ask others, but they aren't as knowledgeable as you. As the saying goes, an elder in the family is like a treasure. I'm guarding this treasure mountain of yours, so why should I look for others? Can they compare to you, Master? No!"
Old Man Yao glanced at him and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "What did you just ask?"
"How old was Lu Yang when he became famous?"
"How old was he when he became famous?" Old Man Yao fell into deep thought, his eyes filled with memories. "He's a legendary figure, one of the few living legends in the martial arts world."
"Lu Yang was born into a noble family in the Jing Dynasty. His father, Lu Xiao, was a champion marquis of the Jing Dynasty. He was disabled in the battle of Chongli Pass, so he passed on the Lu family's traditional sword techniques to Lu Yang at an early age. Legend has it that Lu Yang entered the Xiantian realm at the age of twelve, the Xundao realm at the age of sixteen, the Shendao realm at the age of twenty-one, and the master of the Martial Temple at the age of twenty-two, becoming the youngest 'shanzhang' of the Jing Dynasty."
"After Lu Yang entered the Martial Temple, he crossed over to the Ning Dynasty twice. During the first crossing, he climbed up to the Linghua Temple on Jinghai Mountain and smashed the bronze bell at the temple's gate, thus abolishing the abbot's practice."
"During the second southern migration, Lu Yang attacked the Yuqing Temple on Linxu Mountain, killed the Taoist leader, and chopped up the plaque in front of the Jade Emperor Hall. Under siege by hundreds of Yuqing Temple disciples, he burned the plaque and used it to warm wine. Before leaving, he left behind the words, 'Nothing special.'"
Chen Ji was shocked. Could this master of the Divine Dao realm actually do whatever he wanted?
"Why did he kill these two mountain gates?"
Old Man Yao smiled and said, "Because Lu Yang is a martial arts fanatic, after entering the Divine Dao Realm, he has always wanted to find an opponent for himself in Jing Dynasty, but he couldn't find one, so he came to Ning Dynasty. The abbot of Linghua Temple and the Taoist leader of Yuqing Temple are both known as the most promising Divine Dao Realm masters in Ning Dynasty who can cross the threshold of the Heavenly Man Realm."
"Two masters of the Divine Dao Realm were defeated so easily?" Chen Ji was puzzled. "Aren't we all in the Divine Dao Realm? Why is Lu Yang more powerful?"
"Bullshit, the Shinto realm? Do you really think it's as cheap as cabbages and everywhere?" Old Man Yao shook his head. "The atmosphere was different back then. Many people exaggerated their realms to recruit disciples. There were many people who lied about their strength and realm back then. Any horseman in the martial arts world would be called the Seeking Dao Realm. It was really exaggerated. In fact, the two people from Linghua Temple and Yuqing Temple were only at the Seeking Dao Realm."
"Ah? How dare you make such a false report?"
Old man Yao was lying on a bamboo chair, talking about an interesting story from the past: "When Lu Yang first entered the Divine Dao Realm, he was young and full of energy. He heard that someone from the Demon Sect was about to reach the threshold of the Heavenly Man, so he wanted to challenge him. The elders of the Martial Temple advised him not to do so.
If they were to go, and if they were defeated, it would damage the vitality of the Jing Dynasty. But Lu Yang only left a sentence, "If the enemy can go, I can go too," and then went down the mountain to kill the Jing Dynasty Demon Sect for a full sixty years.
"Did he find that Demon Sect master?"
"Found it."
"Is the other party in the Divine Dao realm?"
Old Man Yao laughed out loud. "When Lu Yang returned to the Martial Temple after defeating the demons in the Jiazi year, someone there asked him the same question. He replied, 'Kou lied.'"
Chen Ji: "...If I hadn't pretended like that, I wouldn't have brought about this fatal disaster."
But then Old Man Yao continued, "In those years, he not only killed the Demon Sect, but also challenged all the masters who claimed to be 'hopeful to ascend to the Divine Dao Realm' or 'hopeful to cross the threshold of the Heavenly Man'. As a result, in the past thirty years, almost no one dared to falsely report their strength. The name Lu Yang was like a mountain pressing down on the heads of the masters of the world, unmovable and unmovable."
Chen Ji was in awe. Isn't this a professional anti-counterfeiting fighter?
He wondered, "Is there no one in Ning Dynasty who can compete with him?"
"It is said that the disciple leader of Huangshan is capable. Thirty years ago, the two of them fought for a month outside Chongli Pass. After that, the disciple went back to recuperate and never left Huangshan again. Lu Yang secluded himself for thirty years and never left the Martial Temple again."
"Lu Yang lost?"
"I didn't lose, but I didn't win either." Old Man Yao sighed, "I heard that the Apostle went down the mountain a few days ago. I think there will be another battle between the two..."
"Master, do you know Lu Yang? How do you know him so clearly?" Chen Ji asked in confusion.
Old Man Yao didn't answer. Instead, he asked again, "You want to learn a sword technique? I advise you to give up. The Lu family's sword technique has never been passed down to outsiders. With Lu Yang's Divine Dao realm cultivation, he can live for at least another hundred years. We won't accept a disciple who has the potential to reach the threshold of heaven and man."
"He reached the Divine Dao realm at the age of twenty-one. Why hasn't he crossed the next threshold after being over a hundred years old? Is it because there are other people practicing sword skills?" Chen Ji asked.
"That's right," Old Man Yao answered clearly, "Lu Yang once said that there should be someone in this world who is cultivating the sword seed with him, so he has never been able to cross the last threshold. For the past few decades, the entire Jing Dynasty has been helping him search for another person who cultivates the sword seed, but they have never found him, and no one knows where he is hiding.
Chen Ji pondered, if Lu Yang had reached the Xiantian realm at the age of twelve, then at what age did he begin practicing sword cultivation? Just taking Proxima Centauri, the nearest star, as an example, as an example, it would take at least four years for the other party to reach it with his spiritual sense.
How did Lu Yang cultivate his sword?!
Chen Ji looked at Old Man Yao and asked bluntly, "Do you know how Lu Yang maintains his sword?"
Old Man Yao was surprised: "You even know about raising a sword. Did that guy in the cloth shop tell you?"
"……Um!"
Old Man Yao thought for a moment and said, "This isn't a secret. To the north of Jing Dynasty lies the North Sea, vast and boundless. Lu Yang, with such a vast North Sea, has a sword that must be the best in the world."
Chen Ji: Ah?
Using the vast North Sea to cultivate swords?
No use for stars?
Why is this different from the sword style I practiced? Did Xuanyuan say something?
…
…
Next to the apricot tree.
Old Man Yao, wearing a baggy cloth jacket and black cloth shoes, stroked his beard and glanced at Chen Ji. "Don't be too ambitious. The Tiger Sect's skills are no worse than practicing sword techniques. It's just more difficult. You'll understand later."
Chen Ji knew that if he wanted to cultivate the Tiger Sect to the Divine Dao Realm, half of the officials of the Ning Dynasty would have to die. It was indeed very difficult...
But whether you can cultivate the sword type or not, you have to try it to know.
Chen Ji glanced at Old Man Yao quietly. Was he going to practice secretly without telling his master? It seemed that there was no need to hide it. If the other party wanted to harm him, he would have died eight or ten times already.
He probed, "Master, if there was a chance... I mean, if, if I could cultivate the sword technique, would you be angry?"
Old man Yao said jokingly: "If, I mean if, if you can
If you want to cultivate the sword, then you can cultivate it. It is just right for you to chop down officials and princes. The tiger method will cultivate faster!"
The next moment, Chen Ji ignored the surprised looks of Old Man Yao and Crow, and used the method of Xuanyuan Sect to gently cut his eyebrows with a short knife.
A drop of blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows and slowly slid down. Chen Ji used his right thumb to wipe the drop of blood upwards, and this wipe left a touch of bright red on his forehead.
It’s like opening a third eye!
Chen Ji sat cross-legged under the apricot tree, pinching the base of his left ring finger with his blood-stained right thumb and index finger, and pinching the tip of his middle finger with his left thumb.
Old man Yao stood up from the bamboo chair in a flash, inexplicably surprised: Isn't this the Taoist Ziwu Jue?
The root of the ring finger is "Zi", and the tip of the middle finger is "Wu". Cross your hands in front of your body. This is indeed the Ziwu technique of Taoist bowing, exactly the same.
It’s strange, where did this kid Chen Ji learn this from?
However, Chen Ji ignored Old Man Yao's surprise. When the Ziwu Jue was completed, he felt as if he saw the "world" through the wound on his forehead.
But this world is different from the normal world. It only has a vast sea of stars, which is boundless.
Sirius, Tianshu, Yuheng, Canopus, Orion, Fomalhaut... the stars are shining!
But Chen Ji did not look at them, but instead fixed his eyes on the nearest sun.
The next moment, he flew up lightly, flying towards the sky as if in a trance.
Looking down, Chen Ji saw that in the small courtyard of Taiping Medical Clinic, "he" was sitting cross-legged under the apricot tree in the middle of the yard. Uncle Crow tilted his head and looked at him curiously, jumping back and forth between the branches, constantly changing the angle of observation.
Old man Yao paced back and forth beside him, his eyes as big as copper bells.
In front of the breakfast shop opposite the clinic, a waiter was taking down the door panels; on the bluestone road of Anxi Street, an old man was hurriedly carrying firewood, the shoulder pole swaying rhythmically up and down on his shoulders.
Looking further away, Chen Ji even saw Wu Yun squatting on the roof of the cloth shop, with a tabby cat squatting opposite him. It seemed that the two sides were talking about something, and they seemed to be swearing.
The tabby cat pounced towards Wuyun, but Wuyun pinned it to the ground, curled up his claws, and struck it on the head with a "bang bang" attack...
Chen Ji had never had such an experience before. It was as if he no longer belonged to this world, but also as if the world belonged to him.
For some reason, all the depressed mood that had accumulated for a long time because of Yunyang, Jiaotu, Jinzhu and Sicao was suddenly swept away.
Chen Ji couldn't help but want to shout out loudly, but no sound came out.
He wanted to fly to other places, but he had no control at all and could only be pulled by the sun little by little.
Chen Ji suddenly turned around and flew towards the rising sun at an extremely fast speed. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like not long at all. He crossed a long distance and came to the side of the blazing sun.
There was no burning sensation. The exploding and roiling flames in front of him had no effect on his "spiritual consciousness" at all. He could not feel the change in temperature.
Chen Ji gently extended a finger and touched the rolling 'lava' of the sun.
In an instant, he began to fall rapidly, and the fingertips that touched the sun were connected to a red flame, which returned to his body through his eyebrows!
Everything returned to normal, and Chen Ji could feel the wind and hear the sounds again.
He felt that he had established a wonderful connection with the sun, and a constant stream of heat was gathering on him from the pulled back silk thread.
Sixteen fires were burning brightly inside his body, as if echoing the warm current that Chen Ji brought from the sun.
An invisible yet sharp energy flowed through his meridians and blood like a small sword.
So this is the sword type!
It turns out that this is the sword energy that can cut off the injustice in your heart!
Chen Ji opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the wound between his eyebrows. The wound healed in an instant without leaving any trace.
Old man Yao beside him kept exclaiming: "You? You? You!"
(End of this chapter)
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