Chapter 138: Another Thousand Years, Will Become a Martial Saint
Seek Taoism.
A breeze blew by, and the strange fragrance of the enlightenment tea tree wafted, making Ning Qi feel more comfortable. The white ape in the distance was practicing seriously. Ever since he shined in the assessment that day, he had practiced even harder.
Although cultivation is not for showing off in front of others, showing off oneself appropriately can indeed make cultivation more motivated.
Ning Qi flipped through the book in his hand.
He read very quickly and could tell at a glance whether a book was useful to him or not. He would only pause slightly if there were some essential points that he could apply to himself, but even so it would not take much time.
He waved his hands from time to time, and a book would float up.
There is a small mountain of books in the distance.
This is Ning Qi’s reading volume today.
After finishing reading, Bai Yuan will go to the Sutra Library to get Ning Qi a new batch.
Ning Qi watched intently.
"The Travels of a Swordsman? This is what a certain Heavenly Realm swordsman from the Sword Pavilion saw and heard during his sixty years of traveling in Da Yan. When he went west to the desert, he encountered a huge storm that blocked out the sky and swallowed up the light and shadows. Only after seeing the might of heaven and earth did he realize that he was just like an ant..."
He comprehended it carefully, looking at the detailed descriptions, as if he were there himself.
For the people in the Sword-Asking Pavilion, this might just be a special experience of their ancestors. They would not even read such classics much. At most, some disciples would read it hastily as a relaxing reading in their spare time.
Many of these books were travelogues and autobiographies, which Wenjian Pavilion did not attach much importance to, so they were all packed up and sent over this time, without even much copying.
But for Ning Qi, this is an excellent way to enrich his own foundation. It allows him to indirectly comprehend the world and gain a lot.
He grasped the essence from it and continuously absorbed nutrients for growth.
Now, one only needs to spend some time every day to temper the spirit. Cultivation is actually easier than before when he broke through from the Jade Liquid Realm to the Yuan Dan Realm. He now has more time to comprehend the Dao and create the Dharma.
"What I Saw at Sea..."
"Strange beast hypothesis..."
One book after another was scanned.
Sudden.
Ning Qi paused and looked at the book in his hand.
"The Legend of Jiang He."
Interest flashed in his eyes.
When he entered the Sword Tower before, he knew that the sword intent that the founder of the Sword Pavilion had realized was called the Jianghe Sword Intention. After further investigation, he learned that this brilliant founder later changed his name to Wu Jianghe.
"Is this his autobiography?"
Ning Qi opened it.
I immediately knew that my guess was true.
He became more interested.
Turning the pages one by one and reading carefully, I found that this autobiography only recorded part of Wu Jianghe's life trajectory.
"From being mediocre when he first started practicing martial arts to gradually rising to prominence after initially condensing his Jianghe sword intent, this book records some of Wu Jianghe's experiences during this period, but most of them are trivial daily life and some reflections on life, which seem a bit immature. As for his insights into the sword, there are even fewer. No wonder the Sword Questioning Pavilion classified it as a pile that no one cares about."
Ning Qi estimated that after so many years in Wenjian Pavilion, some people might not even remember this autobiography.
"However, in fact, it can be seen from this that Wu Jianghe is the kind of person who achieves great success late in life. Although some of his daily life is trivial, it is not difficult to see some good habits from it. Wenjian Pavilion is really blind."
Ning Qi shook his head slightly.
Even if this book does not record any sword insights, if someone is willing to study it carefully, they can still gain something. It can only be said that the efforts of the founder of the Sword-Asking Pavilion have been wasted. From this, it can be seen that the people in the Sword-Asking Pavilion are actually extremely impetuous. Even if they have not offended the Zhenwu Sect, sooner or later they will offend other strong men.
He continued to watch.
Suddenly, his eyes paused.
He turned to the last page.
"If there are people who come later, regardless of whether they are from the Sword Pavilion or not, it is fate that brings them together."
Ning Qi frowned slightly, not because of the content, but because he sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation between the lines. The more he tried his best to perceive it, the more obvious it became. It seemed as if the Jiang He Chuan in front of him had changed its appearance in his eyes.
He sat up straight.
A trace of the power of heaven and earth gathered at his side, and his spirit was surging. Even the white ape looked at him in surprise.
Ning Qi's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The energy in his palm condensed and turned into a ball of fire.
And then it covered this Jiang He Chuan.
In an instant.
The yellowed pages of the book turned into ashes, but the ashes were not empty. A few pages of paper glowing silver appeared, causing Ning Qi's mouth to slowly curl up.
His feeling was indeed correct!
"This book contains secrets. It is not easy to uncover the secrets. I am afraid that even ordinary people in the Heavenly Man Realm cannot do it. Only those peerless masters who have reached the perfection of the Heavenly Man Realm can do it. Even Gu Changhe may not be able to do it. Of course, even if he can sense the unusualness of the last sentence, he will not have the temperament to read such a boring book."
Perhaps some disciples of Wenjian Pavilion had flipped through it before, but they were not qualified to see its true appearance.
By some strange mistake, it fell into Ning Qi's hands.
Ning Qi shook the silver pages in his hand and read them expectantly.
The first sentence gave him a shock.
"What a shame! What a shame! What a shame! If I could ask heaven for another thousand years, why would I worry about not being able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts?"
A strong feeling of unwillingness was revealed.
Even a peerless expert who has achieved perfection in both heaven and man can only live for eight hundred years.
"There is no martial saint method in the world anymore. How difficult is it for us to create a new martial saint method on our own? It is no less difficult than going back to the path our ancestors took."
“However, our ancestors worked hard for generations and spent tens of thousands of years to open up the realm of Martial Saint. How can we achieve it in just a few hundred years? Only a monstrous monster unprecedented in the history can have a glimmer of hope!”
"I have been contemplating the realm of Martial Saint for five hundred years before I finally realized something."
"I am leaving this page here for future reference."
"Remember, if the world is still under the command of Great Yan, those who obtain this page should not make it public, and should not share it with others. Be extremely careful of Great Yan Martial Saint!!!"
Ning Qi looked at the information left in front.
My heart was extremely uneasy.
Originally, I just wanted to look through the many classics in the Sword-Asking Pavilion to see if there was any description of the Martial Saint realm, but I didn't expect to learn such shocking news.
He couldn't help but think of the information he had obtained from King Zhenbei before.
"There is no Martial Saint Law in the world? Wu Jianghe said so. Could it be that this Martial Saint Law was really erased by the Great Yan Martial Saint? Is there anyone who does not want the Martial Saint to be born again?"
"Is it because if the Great Flame Martial Saint knew about it, he would be killed in advance?"
"Then why not just kill all the strong men who have reached the Perfect Heavenly Man Realm? Wouldn't that cut off the possibility of others becoming Martial Saints from the source? Are you afraid that doing so will be too obvious and cause chaos?"
Ning Qi's eyes were dim.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash.
After the information from King Zhenbei was delivered, he and Taoist Longshan still felt that the erasure of the Martial Saint Method should not have been done by the Great Yan Martial Saint. However, the pages left by Wu Jianghe obviously made Ning Qi hesitate again.
"It seems that there must be an invisible hand behind this that is controlling everything."
"I originally thought that if I could achieve the Heavenly Man Realm one day, I could start to deal with the Demon Sect and Southern Border. But now it seems that the Heavenly Man Realm alone is not enough. Perhaps I have to become stronger until the Heavenly Man Realm is perfect, and even glimpse the realm of the Martial Saint!"
Ning Qi has already regarded the Great Yanwu Saint as an imaginary enemy.
His strength is now strong enough. When he killed the Sword of Questioning Heart before, he didn't even use 20% of his strength. With this reference, he feels that no one in the Heaven and Man Realm should be his opponent. Perhaps he can be said to be invincible in the Heaven and Man Realm.
After he was promoted to the Heavenly Man Realm, he felt that he had hope of fighting the Martial Saint.
But that's just what he felt.
He had no idea how powerful the Martial Saint was, and since the Great Yan Martial Saint had lived for so long, he was probably not an ordinary Martial Saint.
In this case, you must not expose yourself before you have absolute strength.
Ning Qi took a deep breath.
He understood one thing: the unknown is the most terrifying.
"The most important thing next is to find out how strong the Martial Saint is. The world is so big that it is impossible for not even a trace to be left. No matter how hard I try, it is impossible to completely eliminate it. Only by knowing the strength of the Martial Saint can I compare myself with him and have enough confidence."
“If you really can’t figure it out, then just keep practicing until you become a Martial Saint! When that time comes, I won’t care about the Great Flame Martial Saint, the Southern Frontier of the Demon Sect, or any demons or monsters. I will kill them all!”
Ning Qi was unusually ruthless, perhaps because the information he received made him a little irritated.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions.
"But there's no need to be too nervous. Most of the top ten warriors on the Heavenly Man Ranking are at the Heavenly Man Perfection Realm. Plus, some of the hidden old monsters are still alive, which means the situation may not be too serious."
Ning Qi continued to look down.
After Wu Jianghe’s warning, he began to talk seriously about his understanding of the Martial Saint Realm.
The founder of the Sword-Wen Pavilion was also a man of natural talent. After five hundred years of meditation, it was natural that he had not gained nothing.
After Ning Qi read it, a light flashed in his eyes.
"The perfection of heaven and man means the perfection of the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit. The key to becoming a martial saint, as Wu Jianghe has realized, is to refine the power of heaven and earth for one's own use!"
"The reason why the Heavenly Man Realm is so powerful is that it can resonate with the power of heaven and earth, but Wu Jianghe feels that this behavior is actually separated by a layer of gauze. To make an analogy, it is like using guns and cannons to hit people in the previous life? Although it is not bad, it is far from being able to touch the essence."
"If we can refine the power of heaven and earth into our body and form a magical power, like Gangqi, then we can truly exert the power of heaven and earth, and truly exert the power of 'guns and cannons'?"
Ning Qi had a lot of associations in an instant.
When I got the inheritance of Qingfeng Sword Saint from Zhuang Chen, there was a note.
Use the power of heaven and earth for your own benefit.
At that time, Ning Qi had many speculations about the promotion path to the Martial Saint Realm.
Wu Jianghe’s current deduction is exactly similar to this.
Now it seems to be the right path, but although this path is correct, there are many difficulties that need to be overcome.
“But it is not easy to refine the power of heaven and earth into a power that can be freely controlled like Gangqi. Wu Jianghe spent five hundred years and only had some clues. He guessed that it was related to the three flowers of Jing, Qi and Shen. He also made some attempts, but all failed.”
"However, these experiences are indeed very valuable and can help people avoid many detours. I believe that the ancestors of the human race also passed on the baton from generation to generation in this way to open up the realm of martial saints."
"Unfortunately, it is even more difficult now than before. It seems that there is a big hand controlling everything and preventing the Martial Saint Realm from appearing."
If it were an ordinary person, even a peerless genius that is hard to come by in a hundred years or a thousand years, he would also despair.
But Ning Qi's mind had completely calmed down.
His extraordinary understanding gave him confidence.
Give him some time, it won’t even take too long, and reaching the realm of Martial Saint will be as easy as taking candy from a bag.
What took Wu Jianghe hundreds of years of hard work might only take him a few months.
Ning Qi carefully put away the silver page.
This is one of the few accurate secrets and records he has obtained about the realm of Martial Saint, which will be a help to him when he sets foot in this realm in the future.
He let out a breath.
I don’t plan to continue reading the classics for the time being. I need some time to relax.
He closed his eyes and rested. A flash of inspiration came to his mind and he began to think about his latest idea.
How can I make the internal energy last forever after it leaves my body, so that I can give it to my fellow disciples as a trump card to protect their safety.
This is the inspiration I recently found from the classics obtained from Wuxiang Sect and Wenjiang Pavilion.
For others.
Creating a law is a very difficult and frustrating thing, which requires deep thinking.
But for Ning Qi, it was very happy.
His way of resting is to create law.
…
Time passes slowly.
Zhenwu Mountain became more and more lively. As the Zhenwu Sword Monument and the Wandao Tower became more and more famous throughout the world, many warriors came here to visit, and the martial arts culture in Qingzhou became much more prosperous.
And bear the brunt of it.
It is Zhenwu City and its surrounding areas.
Many warriors stayed in Zhenwu City and settled down, causing the average strength of the warriors here to soar. Zhenwu City expanded again and has become another martial arts center in Qingzhou, gradually becoming as good as the provincial capital.
It is foreseeable.
As long as the Zhenwu Sword Monument and the Wandao Tower exist.
It is only a matter of time before Zhenwu City surpasses Qingzhou City.
Naturally, everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was very happy about this.
After all, the Great Yan court had already given the ownership of Zhenwu City to the Zhenwu Sect, which would become the solid foundation of the Zhenwu Sect.
In the city.
There is a lot of traffic.
There are Zhenwu disciples stationed in all four parts of the city under the leadership of the protectors and elders to avoid some conflicts. This is inevitable with too many warriors. Fortunately, with the reputation of Tianjian Zhenren, they are basically restrained.
Jiang Baishan coughed lightly and said to Song Cheng beside him:
"Seventh Junior Brother, you take them with you. I have some things to take care of."
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he thought of something, and winked at Jiang Baishan and said with a grin:
"I'll take care of everything. Fifth Brother, take your time. There's no rush."
Jiang Baishan glared at him unhappily, and disappeared into the distance after a few jumps.
Song Cheng chuckled, he knew what Jiang Baishan was going to do.
He took his disciples on patrol on his own and was in a good mood. The thing he was looking forward to most in recent days was the Zhenwu Peach Meeting.
"The Peach Festival is only five days away. I heard from Xiaojiu that the Wudao tea trees have grown this year. What a blessing!" he thought happily.
(End of this chapter)
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