Chapter 57 The Story of Sword Spirit
"The story of me and the sword spirit?" Li Chengfeng was stunned. He didn't expect that Li Ping'an's birthday wish would be this.
He stood on the top of a tall snow-capped mountain, overlooking the entire vast land, and recalled their past.
At that time, the sword spirit was not yet Li Chengfeng's sword spirit. His name was Lu Chen. He was the eldest son of the Five Surnames and Eight Prominences family in the mortal world and the chief eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect, the largest sect in the world of immortal cultivation.
But Li Chengfeng is just a wandering cultivator in the mountains.
"The first time I met Lu Chen was to fight for a jar of Red Dust Laughter brewed by the Immortal Drunkard five hundred years ago."
"At that time, he was the famous first disciple of the Qingya Mountain Tianjian Sect, with unrivaled talent in the world, while I was just an unknown cultivator in the mountains."
"I lost my balance for a moment and accidentally defeated him by half a move. From then on, I was entangled by him for a full 1,800 years."
As Li Chengfeng spoke, an ink painting of time emerged in front of Li Ping'an's eyes. The painting slowly unfolded, revealing a man in white clothes standing in it, holding a sword in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He had an outstanding demeanor and an overwhelming swordsmanship.
Lu Chen, who is obsessed with swords, never thought that there is someone in the world of immortal cultivation who is better than him in swordsmanship. He is determined to fight with Li Chengfeng again even if it means going through all the heavens and hells.
Li Chengfeng didn't expect that there would be such a persistent person in the world. If he had known that Lu Chen would chase him for 1,800 years, it would have been fine for him not to drink the jar of wine.
"Then how did you defeat Lu Chen, uncle?" Li Pingan asked curiously.
Li Chengfeng thought for a moment and said, "Lu Chen is the strongest swordsman I have ever met, but his biggest flaw is that he is too open and aboveboard."
"The sword is the king of all weapons."
"The word 'jun' to me means king, but what he means is gentleman."
"So, he doesn't bother to use some dirty tricks, but I don't care."
"I fought him not to duel swords, but to grab the wine. As long as I got the wine, it doesn't matter if his moves were cheap or not."
"He said that I had evil intentions and he was determined to bring me back to the right path."
"But I don't know that good and evil are not that important in my eyes."
"It's just a sword. Swords are used to kill people."
"He gave his sword a very special name, the Sword of No Killing. He holds a weapon in his hand, but he has the determination not to kill. Although I do not agree with his swordsmanship, I admire his determination."
"The Unkillable Sword, what a unique name." Li Pingan silently repeated the name of the sword and asked curiously, "What's the name of your sword, uncle?"
Li Chengfeng touched his nose and said, "My sword, I never gave it a name. At that time, I thought it was just a sword. Is it so important to have a name or not?"
"Lu Chen felt that this was disrespectful to the sword."
"He and I probably don't get along. We're going to fight after just a few words."
"The only common interest we have is probably fine wine."
Who would have thought that the senior swordsman from Qingya Mountain was actually a drunkard.
Although he can't drink much, he is still very greedy.
During those years, Li Chengfeng and Lu Chen joined forces to steal all the fine wines in the world of immortal cultivation.
The two men drank and fought with swords.
Lu Chen's sword skills also improved by leaps and bounds through his competition with Li Chengfeng.
The Tai Shang Jiu Tian Wu Ji Sword Dao that he practiced was the highest sword technique in the world of immortal cultivation, and he was the only one besides the founder of the Tian Jian Sect who had comprehended the supreme sword intent.
From then on, there was no one in the world who could fight him except Li Chengfeng.
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That spring, there were apricot blossoms and a drizzle, and Li Chengfeng was fishing by the river.
The man in white came forward with a sword.
"Brother Li."
Li Chengfeng turned his head and looked back. Lu Chen was wearing a plain long gown, his face was like jade, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like cold stars, clear and deep.
He said to Li Chengfeng: "Brother Li, this time I came out of retreat, I have comprehended the Supreme Nine Heavens Infinite Sword Intentions, and my sword heart is perfect. I came to find you, and I want to learn from you again."
Li Chengfeng's fishing rod moved slightly, and he caught a plump sea bass. He held the fish and said to Lu Chen, "Since we are here, why not have a meal before leaving."
Lu Chen looked at the perch in his hand, and there was a hint of warmth in his cold eyes. He said, "Yes."
How can a meal be complete without drinking? Li Chengfeng was unusually generous and took out the girl’s red wine that he had treasured for many years.
After eating and drinking, he left the drunk Lu Chen and fled.
Are you kidding? Before, when Lu Chen hadn't comprehended the sword intent, he could only barely fight him to a draw. Now that he has comprehended the supreme sword intent and his sword heart is perfect, wouldn't it be asking for trouble if he were to compete with the best swordsman in the world?
If you don't run now, when will you run?
After Lu Chen sobered up, he blocked him in a brothel.
"Why did you run away?"
Li Chengfeng laughed angrily, "I can't beat you, what should I do if I don't run away?"
"You haven't even drawn your sword yet, how do you know you can't beat me?"
Li Chengfeng spread his hands and said, "Brother Lu, there's no need to force it. It's just a jar of 500-year-old Red Dust Laughter. I'll find a chance to compensate you. Can you please stop pestering me to duel with swords?"
A trace of anger appeared in Lu Chen's eyes: "Draw your sword."
Li Chengfeng was forced into a corner and drew his sword to fight him. As expected, he lost.
He lay on the ground and said, "I told you I can't beat you."
Lu Chen put away his sword, walked to the top of him, looked down at him, and said, "Then you should become my disciple."
"Ah?" Li Chengfeng was so shocked that he sat up from the ground.
He turned his head to look at Lu Chen and said incredulously: "You, want to take me as your disciple?"
Lu Chen nodded and said: "Your talent is not bad, you just lack a guide. Don't use these cheap sword moves anymore. I will teach you what the real sword way is.
Real kendo?
Li Chengfeng asked nonchalantly, "What are you going to teach me?"
"Your basics are too poor. Start with the basic sword moves. Swing the sword 30,000 times a day."
"Swing the sword 30,000 times a day?"
Li Chengfeng laughed, looked at the other party's serious face, shook his head and refused: "I have no master, no father, no sect, and no origin. Your swordsmanship is useless to my practice."
After being rejected, Lu Chen still followed Li Chengfeng.
After being interrupted for the 18th time while listening to music in the brothel, Li Chengfeng said helplessly: "Daoist Master Lu Chen, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Take me as your master."
“What if I don’t pray?”
"Then I will follow you all the way."
Li Chengfeng had only heard of people trying every possible means to become Lu Chen's disciple, but he never thought that Lu Chen would pester others to accept him as his disciple.
Looking at the clear and serious face of the man in white, he was speechless for a moment.
"What happened next? What happened next?" Seeing Li Chengfeng lost in his memories, Li Pingan hurriedly asked, "Uncle, have you become my disciple?"
"Is it okay not to worship?" Li Chengfeng smiled bitterly.
That stubborn swordsman will probably have to pester him for the rest of his life.
However, although he took Lu Chen as his master, Li Chengfeng had no intention of following his path.
"His principles are too upright and fair, and are not suitable for a commoner like me."
Lu Chen gave Li Chengfeng the supreme immortal sword he won when he won the first place in the sect competition a hundred years ago as a token of his discipleship.
He said, "You should give the sword a name."
Li Chengfeng took the sword, drew it out of its sheath, and when the sword flashed, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Given how poor he was at the time, he had never seen such a good sword.
The sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills the nineteen continents.
Li Chengfeng said: "Let's call this sword the Cold Light Sword."
"Cold Light Sword." Li Ping'an tilted his head and asked, "Is it the big sword in my uncle's body?"
Li Chengfeng shook his head. "No, the Cold Light Sword was broken a long time ago. I broke it with my own hands."
That year, it was rumored that there was a demon causing chaos in Yunzhou. He ate human flesh and swallowed human souls, killed countless people, and took pleasure in exterminating entire families. Several sects had already been destroyed.
As the eldest senior brother of the Tianjian Sect and the new generation leader of the righteous path, Lu Chen should slay the devil and restore order.
When Li Chengfeng arrived at Yunzhou, the Demon Slaying Conference was nearing its end. Under Lu Chen's domineering sword energy, the demon leader surrendered.
Before the end, he was willing to give up his life's research, just in case his family was not harmed.
The devil's name was Old Man Tianxin, and like Li Chengfeng, he was a casual cultivator.
He spent his entire life creating a set of skills related to the soul, but he did not expect that he would be labeled as a demon cultivator by the righteous sects and be besieged by hundreds of immortal sects, resulting in his death.
After his death, his entire family was slaughtered, and his spiritual skills disappeared.
Only a three-year-old child was left, who escaped the disaster by being hidden in a rice jar by his family.
Li Chengfeng rescued the child, but was attacked by hundreds of immortal families.
They all asserted that Li Chengfeng was involved in the massacre, saying that his methods were so bloody and brutal that he would definitely cause a bloody storm in the future and bring disaster to the world.
Some people said: "For such a demon, please ask Daoist Master Lu Chen to take action and restore the world to a peaceful and clear state."
Everyone looked at Lu Chen, waiting for him to kill Li Chengfeng just as he had killed Old Man Tianxin.
Lu Chen looked at Li Chengfeng and said, "I believe him, it can't be him."
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