Chapter 137: The top masters ask for the classics of the Sword Pavilion
Yanzhou.
It is the center of Dayan and also the richest and most powerful place for martial arts. However, in Yanzhou, martial arts sects are not prosperous. This is because it is under the feet of the emperor and the imperial power is supreme. Various court institutions jointly train martial artists, and martial arts academies are everywhere. In addition, the armies of all parties will continue to recruit fresh blood here.
In the imperial capital Tai'an, there are many heavyweight figures.
General Yanwu's Mansion.
The mansion was not very impressive, but its status could be seen from its distance from the imperial palace. The eight fierce soldiers at the door were like sculptures, and their ferocious aura made people dare not look at them.
General Yanwu is a true legend in the military of Dayan.
He was already famous two hundred years ago, and to this day, his martial arts skills are even more unfathomable, ranking second on the Heavenly List.
Although it is the second.
But in the eyes of the soldiers of Dayan, he is the undisputed number one.
The ranking of the Heavenly Man List is almost always based on past battle records.
The top three positions on the Heavenly Man List have not been moved for a long time, except for the sudden rise of the Sword Demon who killed the then third place and took his place. It is actually hard to say who is stronger. After all, if the two sides do not fight, the result will never be known.
A figure in armor stopped in front of General Yanwu's mansion, and a trace of awe rose in his eyes.
The statue-like warriors saluted respectfully:
"Meet General Shenyu!"
General Shenyu waved his hand slightly, and then stepped in.
Led by his servant, General Shenyu walked around seven or eight corridors without looking around, and then stopped in front of a courtyard. The servant said:
"General Shenyu and General Yanwu are waiting for you inside."
General Shenyu took a deep breath and walked through the courtyard gate. The view in front of him suddenly opened up. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the emerald green lake. A figure was vaguely visible in the octagonal pavilion in the lake. It was an old man in casual clothes. The awe in his eyes became more and more intense, and he walked slowly over.
Although they both had the title of general, he knew that he was very immature in front of the other party.
This can be seen from the title of Yanwu.
General Shenyu walked slowly, fearing to disturb the old man who was fishing.
He stood behind the old man, with his hands lowered respectfully, without any impatience.
Half an hour later.
The old man felt the fishing rod sink in his hand, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He quickly pulled up the rod, but the fish seemed a little heavy and struggled so hard that the old man actually had some difficulty.
"Shen Yu, give me a hand."
General Shenyu quickly grabbed the fishing rod. He did not dare to use even the slightest bit of his martial arts power, and even his physical strength was only maintained at the level of ordinary people. The two worked together, and the fishing rod finally bounced up, and a fat fish leaped up in the sun, with its scales sparkling.
The big fish fell into the pavilion, but stopped struggling and seemed to be trembling.
"General, what a great harvest!" General Shenyu praised.
General Yanwu just smiled slightly.
He looked at his trophy with admiration, stroked its scales, and finally picked it up with some difficulty and threw it back into the lake. The breeze blew through his white hair and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked like an ordinary old man and his movements were not even that agile.
But General Shenyu did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.
He knew that this was related to General Yanwu's training.
The two sat opposite each other.
General Yanwu looked at the water in the lake and said with emotion:
"The world is like this lake, and all of us are the fish in it. No matter if we are big or small, it is very difficult to escape on our own. But if we rely on external forces to jump out of the lake, we will only become the prey of others, and our life and death will be decided by others."
General Shenyu listened carefully. He felt that there was some deep meaning in the other party's words, but he couldn't understand it because he was far from reaching that level yet.
He could only consider:
"But a person like the general would have jumped out of the lake long ago."
General Yanwu smiled:
"How do you know that after leaving this lake, you may not enter a bigger lake?"
General Shenyu was speechless, feeling that whatever he said was wrong.
General Yanwu shook his head and laughed. He changed the subject and talked about the recent events that shocked the world:
"What do you think of that Heavenly Sword Master?"
General Shenyu's body trembled slightly. When he came here, he had considered many possibilities of why General Yanwu called him here. He didn't expect that it was really about the matter of Master Tianjian. Thinking of the recent rumors, he was a little surprised.
"General, are you referring to the recent battle between Tianjian Zhenren and Wenxin Jian?"
General Yanwu took a sip of tea.
General Shenyu immediately understood. How could General Yanwu not know such common news?
"In the battle to wipe out the Death Fire Abyss branch, an elder from the Heavenly Man Realm of the Demon Sect fled to Zhenwu Mountain. That was the first time that Heavenly Sword Master made a move. That time, the Heavenly Sword flew across the sky, severely injuring Old Demon Lin, and also established the reputation of Heavenly Sword Master for the first time."
"But... it's a little unreasonable. With Tian Jian Zhenren's strength, he should have been able to kill Lin Lao Mo easily that time, but he didn't."
He was a little hesitant.
"There are two possibilities. Either, his strength was limited to this at the time."
"Or maybe he has been hiding it all along."
General Yanwu's face was calm:
"Which one do you think is more likely?"
General Shenyu said:
"I think the latter is more likely. How could someone soar from the bottom of the Heavenly Man Ranking to the top ten in just a few years? However, this shows that this Heavenly Sword Master does not like dealing with our court. He may have hidden his strength just to avoid being disturbed by the court."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled the excuse given by Taoist Longshan.
"So what do you think of his current strength?"
This time General Shenyu hesitated.
"Being able to kill the Heart-Searching Sword so easily means he must be at least in the top ten. As for being higher, I am not sure."
General Yanwu smiled:
"Then let me tell you, even if the Sun Chasing Sword King faced the Heart-Searching Sword, he wouldn't be able to do it so easily."
General Shenyu was suddenly shocked.
This means that in the eyes of General Yanwu, Master Tianjian is already qualified to challenge for the title of the world's number one swordsman, and he may even already be the world's number one swordsman in his heart!
General Shenyu was unable to fully understand the details of these peerless powerful people in the top ten of the Heavenly Man List, but since General Yanwu said so, it must be true.
He couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Master Tianjian is so powerful?"
General Yanwu sighed:
"Master Tianjian is not a simple person. Perhaps he is the fish that can jump out of the lake."
"People say that their life span is short, but little do they know that the closer a person's life is to an end, the more courage and determination they have that ordinary people cannot match."
He stood up and looked at the lake, as if he could see the general situation of the world and the many disputes through the lake.
"The Demon Sect is making constant movements now, and has even formed an alliance with Southern Xinjiang. It is a time of trouble. Immortal Tianjian is an anomaly. It is best for such an existence to be tied to the chariot of our court."
General Shenyu's pupils shrank, but he couldn't help but say:
"General, the Demon Sect is nothing but a clown. When the critical moment comes, Master Wusheng..."
Before he could finish his words, General Yanwu turned around and looked at him, causing a storm of fear in his heart.
That means... even if Lord Martial Saint takes action, it may not be safe?
Is there something wrong with the Martial Saint, or have the Demon Sect and Southern Xinjiang found a way to deal with the Martial Saint?
General Yanwu said faintly:
"No matter what the reason is, Tianjian Zhenren rejects our court. At least we can't let him lean towards Nanjiang. Fortunately, the Demon Sect and Nanjiang seem to be hostile to the Zhenwu Sect. Shenyu, you go and find out the truth about this matter, and stay in Qingzhou from now on."
General Shenyu said respectfully:
"yes!"
He turned and left, knowing from just a few words that Master Tianjian was far more powerful than he had imagined, and was also of great significance to the court.
General Yanwu sighed softly, turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, and picked up the fishing rod again.
"I just hope you can wake up soon."
…
Sunset Sword Sect.
Sword King Peak.
The sword burial ground seems to have no end as far as the eye can see.
Figures were waiting respectfully outside.
"Grandfather, this is what happened. Now everyone is saying that Tian Jian Zhenren has the qualifications to challenge the world's number one swordsman. Humph, this is really nonsense. If it weren't for you not making a move for a long time, how could Tian Jian Zhenren show his power?"
"Even if he killed the Heart-Searching Sword, how can he be compared with you, the ancestor?"
A series of indignant voices were heard.
True Man Tian Jian became famous, and many people felt that he was qualified to be among the top five in the world, so they inevitably compared him with Sun-Chasing Sword King. Some of True Man Tian Jian's loyal fans even felt that even Sun-Chasing Sword King was not his opponent, which naturally made the people of Sunset Sword Sect very unhappy.
Before that.
Thanks to the Sun-Chasing Sword King who has suppressed the sword art for one hundred and sixty years.
The Sunset Sword Sect has gradually gained the reputation of being the number one holy land of swordsmanship, but now, this reputation has undoubtedly begun to waver.
"Especially the Zhenwu Sect pretending to be generous and opening up the Zhenwu Sword Monument and the Wandao Tower. It's really nonsense. When their unique skills are known to the world one day in the future, I'm afraid that will be the time when the Zhenwu Sect is annihilated."
I have to say.
The Zhenwu Sect's move also made many sects secretly unhappy, because it was inevitable that they would be compared with others, making them appear to be self-centered and narrow-minded.
Everyone finished speaking.
There was suddenly movement deep in the sword burial place.
The layers of sword intent were vibrating, gathering into a huge sound:
"You want me to take action?"
Hearing the anger in that voice, everyone immediately knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation.
"Grandfather, we dare not. We just want the Sun Chasing Sword Sect to completely establish its position as the number one holy land of swordsmanship!"
The huge voice was filled with a feeling of disappointment:
"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"
"How can the first holy land of swordsmanship be achieved by standing on the shoulders of others? A good ironsmith must be strong himself. Otherwise, even if he barely stands at that position, he will be pulled down sooner or later! I have been in seclusion for many years, how could I not know that the atmosphere in the sect has become like this? I deserve to be punished!"
Everyone was sweating profusely and kept apologizing.
The voice finally calmed down.
"Master Tianjian? I never thought that in just a few decades, such a powerful figure would appear in the world. He condensed his sword power for people to comprehend. He is really a good man with great courage. I am ashamed of myself. This world is really wonderful."
Everyone was shocked.
Someone couldn't help but ask:
"Grandfather, could it be that even you are no match for Heavenly Sword Master..."
He was still trembling with fear when he said this.
The Sun Chasing Sword King's voice was calm and without any waves:
"If it was before, maybe not, but now, it is still unknown who will win."
"But maybe it's not, so what? You must remember, if you care about a mere reputation, how can you reach the peak of swordsmanship? Even if you become the best swordsman in the world, what's the use? We swordsmen should set our goals. Since we have entered the door of swordsmanship, we must naturally move towards the highest peak. If we can't become a sword saint, we will always be just an ant."
Everyone was ashamed, and someone's eyes lit up and asked:
"Grandfather, have you already taken that step?"
The Sun Chasing Sword King's voice was somewhat desolate:
"It's so difficult. I just have a few clues. I wish I could live another thousand years."
He continued:
"Master Tianjian is very courageous. I think it is a good move that he set up the Zhenwu Sword Monument. It has inspired me. I can follow his example in the future. You should not be jealous and should be humble. Only then can our Sunset Sword Sect be passed down for a long time. If it is like the Sword Questioning Pavilion, there will always be a mountain higher than the other. In the future, we will definitely fall into an irretrievable situation."
The earnest teachings made everyone lower their heads even more. The layers of sword intent were thought-provoking and made them understand their impatience in recent years.
"Thank you for your advice, ancestor!"
The Sun-Chasing Sword King's voice gradually faded away:
"There are people like Tianjian Zhenren in the world of swordsmanship. My path is not alone. After I come out of seclusion, I will visit him to learn from him. I am so lucky to have a fellow traveler."
Everyone was ashamed.
I originally thought that the ancestor would be unhappy if someone was compared with him, but now I know that the ancestor's realm is not something that people like me can reach.
…
A hill.
An old man with messy hair walked barefoot. Through the faint parting of his hair, one could see that the old man's eyes were very cold, the kind of indifference that was like that of a madman.
"What bad luck! There is only one old man here!"
A burst of laughter rang out.
Bandits emerged from all over the forest. They looked at the old man in front of them unscrupulously, spitting and laughing:
"Come here, old man, and get a bite of your uncle Liu's crotch!"
Everyone laughed.
"I didn't expect you, Laizi Liu, to be so fond of this."
Laizi Liu laughed:
"You don't know this, right? Old men have their own charms."
Everyone laughed even more happily.
But the old man seemed to have turned a deaf ear to it.
Still moving forward.
The sound of bare feet rubbing against fallen leaves and gravel was somewhat noticeable in the forest, and it made everyone even more angry.
Laizi Liu was angry:
"Fuck you, he's a lunatic and a deaf man."
He raised his machete and took a step forward, ready to chop the old man to death.
The old man finally moved. He glanced at the bald man Liu Ruchu in an ice cellar. What a pair of eyes, with a terrifying devilish nature that made people sink. He vaguely read from those eyes the meaning of 'are you worthy of using a knife', and then he fell into complete silence.
The old man walked by barefoot.
All the noise in the forest ceased, and the bandits turned into sculptures one by one. After the old man had completely passed away, the sculptures began to see blood lines from their foreheads and turned into pieces of broken bodies with incredible precision.
The old man raised the black object in his hand, and his eyes finally showed some movement.
You can vaguely see that it seems to be a piece of knife handle.
Originally, it was an unrivaled divine sword, but now, only the handle remains.
This is the old man’s way.
If even the hilt of the sword were completely gone, that would be the day when his swordsmanship would be perfected.
However, this is a bit difficult, and he needs to find the right way.
The old man continued to walk in the forest, somewhat aimlessly. When he passed a teahouse, someone glanced at the crazy old man, then looked away and continued to talk:
“It is said that the Heavenly Sword Master, with just the sword tablet, attracted the heavenly thunder, which turned into thirty-six peerless heavenly swords, and killed the Heart-searching Sword, who was ranked fourteenth on the Heavenly Man Ranking. He truly appeared out of nowhere, and was only inferior to the horror of the Sword Demon killing the third on the Heavenly Man Ranking!”
"In my opinion, now Tian Jian Zhenren not only has the strength to compete with Sun Chasing Sword King for the world's number one swordsman, but he may even have a chance to fight with Dao Mo."
The old man paused, a rare clarity appeared in his eyes, and some long-lost memories finally came to his mind.
"Master Tianjian...?"
He muttered to himself.
Suddenly I knew how to make the handle of my knife completely 'disappear'.
…
A prosperous town.
The blind storyteller recounted what he had seen and heard recently.
When talking about the battle between Tianjian Zhenren and Wenxin Sword, people can't help but exaggerate. Ten thousand heavenly swords crossed the sky, tearing the void, while Wenxin Sword pierced the earth with one sword. The two fought fiercely, the sky was dark and the earth was dim, and finally Wenxin Sword was defeated and killed by Tianjian Zhenren.
Everyone enjoyed listening to it.
He kept asking for another section and another section.
The blind old man laughed:
"In that case, let me tell you the story of the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint from my hometown. I promise it will be even more exciting than the one just now!"
Everyone cheered.
The blind old man began to speak.
But his thoughts couldn't help but be a little turbulent.
"Master Tianjian? He suddenly appeared out of nowhere? Interesting... But I wonder if he is an old friend?"
He smiled.
I thought that maybe I could go and see the Zhenwu Sword Monument when I have time.
For some reason, he thought of the young man who had listened to his storytelling in the rain.
Over the years, there are few people he cannot see through.
That young man was one of them.
But he is not the kind of person who likes to pry into other people's secrets, just as he does not like others to pry into his secrets.
Someone noticed that he was distracted and hurriedly urged him:
"What happened next? Where did the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint go?"
The old man smiled and said:
"It is said that... he was punished by heaven and was picked up by a girl, who later married and had children..."
…
The Great Yan World.
Everyone was discussing the matter of Master Tianjian, and even some old monsters who had been hiding deep in the dark were alarmed.
Most people in the world were just watching the fun, thinking that it was very powerful that Tianjian Zhenren killed Wenxin Jian, but they actually had no idea how powerful he was. Only people who had reached that level knew.
Master Tianjian has truly stood among the top warriors.
Many eyes have different meanings.
Many top sects, the Great Yan court, the Demon Sect, Southern Xinjiang, and even the Northern Barbarians were secretly discussing this matter.
A strong person of this level is already threatening enough to make all parties treat him with caution.
From this perspective.
Ning Qi's deterrent action was successful.
At least in the short term, the Demon Sect and Southern Xinjiang will not dare to take any excessive actions. Small moves may continue, but at least they will not dare to be too cruel in the face of danger.
And now the Zhenwu Mountain.
It's also more lively.
After reopening the mountain gate.
The Zhenwu Sword Monument attracted more swordsmen than before, while the warriors were somewhat conservative in their attitude towards the Wandao Tower. After all, they needed to exchange one for one, and trading their martial arts skills made many people hesitant, but there would always be people who would start to try it out, and some people became excited after entering.
The Zhenwu Sword Monument is very good, but in fact the threshold is not low. It requires a high level of understanding and swordsmanship to be able to gain some enlightenment.
But the Wandao Tower is not.
After being sorted out by Ning Qi, the layers became clearer.
After entering, you will definitely gain something.
One for one.
In fact, you won’t lose anything.
After the people who had gone in came out, they began to spread the word crazily. Gradually, more and more people entered the Wandao Tower, and it was full in a short time. Luo Wentian smiled and announced the management rules that had been prepared long ago, allowing the warriors to enter in an orderly manner.
He was happy to see that the Wandao Tower was so popular.
After a long time, this is the foundation of the Zhenwu School!
All kinds of martial arts in the world come from it, and it will become a truly veritable Ten Thousand Dao Tower.
The more he looked in the direction of the Seeking Dao Academy, the more he felt that his ninth junior brother was powerful. He was indeed a genius unprecedented in the ages. His ideas were completely different from those of ordinary people. If the previous Sword Seeking Pavilion had such courage, it would have become the number one sword sanctuary long ago.
The Zhenwu sect is thriving.
Ning Qi was also happy.
He flipped through the many books in the Sword-Wen Pavilion, which recorded many secret techniques and insights, from which he gained a lot.
The suppression of the thirty-six heavenly swords that day frightened Tang Qiu. He did not dare to leave out anything and copied all the classics. He did not dare to bet whether Master Tianjian would be able to figure it out. He even took the original books that he thought were unimportant.
As for the enlightenment tea tree next to it, it had grown dramatically again before the Zhenwu Peach Meeting and was now as tall as Ning Qi.
The reason is simple.
The bodies of Gu Changhe and another celestial being from the Wenjian Pavilion were buried underneath, providing nutrients.
Ning Qi felt.
After digesting this wave of gains from the Sword-Wen Pavilion, my foundation will be greatly increased.
Furthermore, with the occasional feedback from the Zhenwu Sword Monument and the Wandao Tower, the speed at which his foundation is growing is much faster than before.
But now.
What he first paid attention to was the records about the realm of Martial Saint in the many classics of Wenjian Pavilion. Wenjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years and may know some clues.
Ning Qi flipped through it patiently.
(End of this chapter)
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