Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Expressing the poet's shock
Hong Xuan, who was standing beside You Bihuai, also recalled the events of that year. Looking at Ye Nanque, he sighed, "I remember now. You were only seven years old back then. You entered the sect at the age of three, but because you were too young, you didn't enter the Sword Sea to choose a sword. You only joined the new disciples at the age of seven. Although you were the youngest, you broke through the Refining Heart Prison faster than anyone else. You're truly a prodigy in cultivation."
Ye Nanque acted respectfully and said, "Master Hong, you are too kind. It's all thanks to my Master and the other Masters who taught me well."
Although he said this, Ye Nanque's eyes looked in the direction of Jiang Caiyu, with some expectation in them that he dared not reveal easily, as if he would be willing to do anything if Jiang Caiyu could praise him a few words like Hong Xuan.
As he was acting, he suddenly felt that his acting was a little weird. How should I put it? It seemed a little sad. What's the matter?
That’s all, there’s nothing wrong with adding a bit of sadness to a well-rounded villain character.
Of course Jiang Caiyu did not praise him. Jiang Caiyu did not say a word, but just stared at the water quietly.
The ripples on the water surface suddenly stopped, not because of the lack of wind, but because of a very strange condensation, as if someone had set up a formation to freeze time here, and there were splashes of water floating above the sea, motionless.
The younger ones watching the show couldn't feel it, but the senior monks could sense that something was about to break out from under this calm surface. It was an extremely powerful force, so powerful that even they couldn't make a judgment for a while.
Jiang Caiyu held down the sword in his hand, took a step forward, and his expression changed from serious to even more serious.
A younger generation asked curiously, "What is this? We didn't see such a strange phenomenon when we entered the Sword Sea back then."
This is of course the unique and cool treatment for the protagonist.
You Bihuai frowned slightly: "Could it be... that sword has appeared in the world?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if to confirm what he said.
The water's surface was shattered from within, the force of the explosion causing a surge of undercurrents from the seabed. A massive column of water erupted, radiating light like a giant water dragon beneath the Golden Crow. At the head of the dragon, a young man clutching a sword was swept up by the current, carried high, and then plummeted heavily.
What a grand scene! Ye Nanque sighed, if this were a movie scene, the audience would definitely praise the special effects.
Unfortunately, except for him, who had the leisure to appreciate the special effects, everyone else was very nervous.
Even Jiang Caiyu raised her voice and shouted, "Jianshan, go!"
Hearing his master's order, Jianshan flew out of the sheath, but failed to catch the falling Mu Jiulin. There was a force beside Mu Jiulin that was more powerful and incompatible with Jianshan, which blocked Jianshan. This force emitted a golden light, and in the soft halo, it slowly lifted Mu Jiulin up and placed him on the cliff.
Mu Jiulin was soaked all over. He got up from the ground and coughed up two mouthfuls of sea water.
Jiang Caiyu called again, and Jianshan returned to his scabbard.
Mu Jiulin seemed to be frightened at this moment, and could not speak clearly: "I, I came out?"
Before Jiang Caiyu could even approach, You Bihuai couldn't help but walk up to Mu Jiulin and asked him, "What sword are you holding?"
Mu Jiulin offered the sword with both hands and lowered his head to reply, "Disciple saw this sword in a corner of the sea of swords. I wanted to pick it up and take a look, but who knew that the moment I picked it up, the entire sea of swords shook violently."
Hong Xuan quickly stepped forward to check, and a look of delight appeared on his face: "Hengshui, you actually took out Hengshui."
Ye Nanque: [I don't know why, but when I heard the name of this sword, I felt that it was very good for learning.]
System: [I don't know why I feel the same way as you this time.]
Ye Nanque: [Why use "eventually"?]
System: [Expressing the poet's shock.]
Hong Jun looked a little excited, but Mu Jiulin felt a little uneasy: "Did my disciple do something wrong?"
Jiang Caiyu said: "No."
You Bihuai pondered for a long time, then slowly said, "Hengshui actually recognized you as its master."
How come everyone started using "Juan Jing"? The usage of "Juan Jing" suddenly reached a peak.
All their actions showed that Mu Jiulin had done something unexpectedly good.
The surrounding disciples were puzzled and whispered to each other about the sword's origins. It was just an ordinary-looking bronze sword, without even a pattern, bulky and heavy, and even a bit rusty. How could it have attracted such attention from the immortals?
As soon as he asked the question, someone answered it immediately.
"I say, you didn't learn the history of spiritual weapons, did you? This is the Hengshui Sword! Everyone knows that in this Dharma Ending Age, the spiritual energy of the entire Nine Provinces comes from the Hengshui River, a long river that reaches the sky in Liangzhou's Ghost Valley. The Hengshui River flows down from the dome, transmitting spiritual energy to the world. People speculate that its source comes from the immortal realm. This sword was born with the water, hence the same name. Thousands of years ago, the first leader of our Yujian Sect tried to subdue this sword, but failed. He then collected it in the sea of swords, waiting for someone with a destiny in the future to obtain it."
"Doesn't this mean that Mu Jiulin is even more powerful than the first leader?"
"That's not the case. Maybe I just have a better affinity with swords."
"Hengshui is not stupid. It can't just recognize a master casually."
"I'm so envious. Uncle Jiang has Brother Ye under his tutelage, and now there's Brother Mu as well. I also want to practice with Uncle Jiang."
"Shut up and just think about it in your mind. Don't let Master hear you."
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Thump thump thump ~ Many pairs of starry eyes lit up around, but this time these starry eyes were directed at Mu Jiulin.
Jiang Caiyu looked at Mu Jiulin, nodded slightly, and admired: "Hengshui, a peerless sword."
It's like saying the sword is good, but it also seems like he's recognizing the sword's owner.
When has Jiang Caiyu ever spoken to others in this tone?
Ye Nanque bit her lip hard.
Everyone was still chatting about the Hengshui Sword when a young disciple noticed something unusual about the water and called out, "Master, why is the water still shaking so violently?"
Jiang Caiyu was the first to react and ordered Ye Nanque, "With Hengshui appearing, the Sword Sea is bound to be shaken. Nanque, go down and bring the new disciples up safely."
Ye Nanque took the order and jumped into the water. As expected, he first saw a young disciple who had lost consciousness and was sinking with the waves. He grabbed one with one hand, and saw another who had choked on the water and was pushed over by the water. He grabbed another one with his other hand.
Just as I was about to pull these two up, the third and fourth people appeared...
Ye Nanque Teng didn't take action. After thinking about it, he simply untied the hairband.
His headband could barely be considered a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it could be extended indefinitely.
They used hairbands to tie the wrists of these new recruits together and carried them ashore like a bunch of grapes.
You Bihuai called out to the people, and after seeing that everyone had reached the shore, he let everyone go back home to heal their wounds.
Due to an emergency situation in the Sword Sea that requires repairs, those disciples who have not yet obtained their swords will wait until the repairs are completed before making any arrangements.
Ye Nanque looked around but didn't see Jiang Caiyu. He must have gone back.
He lowered his eyes and saw the dripping hairband in his hand, stunned.
A hand reached out and wiped the water off his face. Ye Nanque raised his eyes and saw Mu Jiulin smiling at him: "Brother, your face is all wet. This is the handkerchief I borrowed from someone else. Let me wipe it off for you."
Ye Nanque's hair was loose, like a smooth silk waterfall. Perhaps because he had been in the water, or because his hair was too dark, or perhaps because of some other reason, his face looked very pale.
He ignored Mu Jiulin's goodwill and made a hand gesture, and the water marks on his body were instantly dried by spiritual power.
Mu Jiulin took a look twice, his eyes flickering. For some reason, he felt an indescribable sense of guilt, as if... he was a thief.
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