Chen Kuang carefully stroked the railing. The words engraved on it were as small as mosquitoes and flies, densely packed on the surface of the wood.
If you don't look closely, these words blend into the wood texture and are almost imperceptible without touch.
Unbelievable...
How good is Huo Hengxuan's martial arts skills?
The murderous intent can be transformed into a physical illusion that directly affects the mind. Even if the hands and feet are disabled, more than a thousand words can be carved on the railings!
In other words, at this point, the supernatural power is no longer in martial arts, but in oneself!
I am the supernatural power!
The scene that Chu Wenruo had just described suddenly seemed real.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the army is approaching. An old man, wearing golden-scaled armor, stands alone at the city gate with a sword. Even though he is hit by hundreds of arrows, he still stumbles forward with a fierce gaze. Even a huge army on the opposite side can be crushed in an instant with just one glance and blow out their spirits and courage. One man guards the pass, and ten thousand men cannot break through!
As a general of a country, guarding the borders of thousands of countries, he deserves the title of God of Death.
It’s a pity that he could guard the city gate but not the people’s hearts.
Even a humble musician like Chen Kuang could often hear the palace servants discussing Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was violent and cruel, killing prisoners and had no mercy or righteousness.
Although he had been granted the grace of wearing a sword and shoes when entering the palace and not bowing when entering the court, he still ignored the emperor's obstruction and beat and killed the censor in court. He was unscrupulous, arrogant, and despised the imperial power.
If a minister dares to do this, won’t he one day be able to occupy Jinghe Palace?
The person who said this was not killed by the unkind and unjust Huo Hengxuan.
When the Zhou army entered the city, they became prisoners of the enemy and were about to be tortured and killed, but they loudly insulted Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was incapable of protecting the country.
I wonder what the peerless old man, standing alone with his sword, wearing golden armor and feathered arrows, holding a dragon flag high, felt when he watched the enemy flowing around him and straight into the city gate?
Is it desolation? Or anger?
But at this moment, Chen Kuang knew that Huo Hengxuan had not fallen yet. He was still standing in front of the city gate, leaning on his sword and holding a flag, determined to fight to the death.
Song of Cutting Grass: Withering and Flourishing
This is the content of more than a thousand words engraved on the railing.
This is not a song, but a sword technique.
The sword technique of nourishing qi.
Cultivate the sword energy, and also use the sword to nourish my own energy.
But the "qi" in this sword technique is different from the usual one, it refers to murderous aura.
"Killing people is like cutting grass, withering and flourishing in a breath..."
"Withered is dead, flourishing is living. A living sword needs dead men. Whoever you kill must be killed by me..."
"It means... this sword technique uses death to nourish life. The sword intent and murderous aura are like grass, drying up when withered and surging when flourishing. Only by killing can this sword intent be nurtured. The stronger it becomes, the braver it becomes, and the more it kills, the stronger it becomes. It is a complete killing technique."
"When the sword's will is exhausted and the murderous aura fills the body, the only way to quench the thirst is to kill. Otherwise, it will backfire on oneself and turn into a demonic obstacle in the heart."
Chen Kuang was shocked.
Could it be that the reason why Huo Hengxuan has a reputation for being cruel and bloodthirsty is because of this chapter of withering and flourishing?
If this is true, this sword technique should be the foundation of his life.
It seems a bit of a joke to just hand it over to Chen Kuang.
But Chen Kuang recalled the situation at that time. Huo Hengxuan hesitated for a whole night, and then saw the bowl of rice before he decided to give a hint.
Oh……
Is this a huge gamble?
I bet that behind the city gate, there are still people who want to try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, and try to close the thousand-pound city gate that cannot be closed by human power.
However, Chen Kuang felt that this might just be an old man who was heartbroken...
In the smoke and dust, a moment of looking back and gazing.
"You really think highly of me by giving me this kind of thing..."
Chen Kuang twitched his lips.
He guessed that Huo Hengxuan must have seen that he had some cultivation, so he directly gave him the sword technique.
But in fact, this level of cultivation was not achieved by him alone, but was the result of his constant efforts in the fetal breathing method.
"But speaking of which...I seem to be almost opening the eighth acupoint."
When looking inward, the meridians are like dense streams, emitting a hazy blue light. Waves of thin currents continuously expand and converge, just like the "blue tears", a kind of ocean wonder seen in the previous life.
The ninth acupoint is like a small pond, full of blue light.
At this moment, the eighth acupoint also began to loosen, and the light appeared and disappeared behind the barrier, as if it could leak out at any time.
As far as I can remember, there are very few secrets about practitioners, and I only know about the two lowest realms.
The ninth level is the awakening state, and the eighth level is the innate state.
These two realms are the thresholds that mortals can reach, and beyond that, mortals don’t even have the qualifications to know.
"Fortunately, this sword technique also includes a method of visualization and nourishing qi, so I won't be blindly grasping."
Chen Kuang thought about it and tried to guide the tides in his body to gather on his palms.
He was going to try... to erase the words.
These words must not stay here.
Seeing Chen Kuang remained silent for a long time, Chu Wenruo asked in a puzzled voice:
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the railing?"
Chen Kuang was about to speak when he heard the crisp sound of the door lock opening.
His heart sank.
It's not time for dinner, so no one should come.
"Damn, what's there to clean in this shabby cell?"
"Just follow the orders from above. I heard that the Immortal Master suddenly wanted to see us and told us to quickly drag out those who were tortured and dying and bury them directly. We also need to clean up every nook and cranny."
"Haha, a clean cell. The higher-ups really think about it."
"Who made the Immortal Master so kind that he couldn't bear to see this?"
Two jailers came in, chatting and laughing, carrying some cleaning tools in their hands.
They had to clean in order, and unfortunately... the first cell was Huo Hengxuan's.
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