Chapter 68: The so-called natal sword Zhong Liu ultimately did not know the original owner...
In the end, Zhong Liu didn't know what the original owner was here for, as if he really just came to see her.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I don't think it will work. The next time you see me, it will be a real life-and-death situation." The original owner sighed softly.
Zhong Liu's expression was solemn.
Mingming had asked people around her and all the information she got pointed to an ordinary farm girl, but she had seen the original owner's appearance and knew that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
She frowned.
The original owner smiled comfortingly again: "Don't panic too much. No matter what the outcome is, I'm ready."
"If something does happen, I will do my best to keep you safe."
Another thought occurred to her: "You haven't had any memory lately, so you might not be able to act as you wish."
…
Zhong Liu woke up.
She suddenly sat up straight in bed, and when she opened her eyes, the ghost that had entered her dream had disappeared.
But the memories of that person kept coming back. It wasn't painful, just a little strange. My head felt cold and swollen, as if I had studied all night before a big exam and had too much knowledge in my head.
Zhong Liu flipped through the original owner's memories.
...There was nothing unusual. Her life over the past decade or so had been uneventful, farming and harvesting vegetables, going to the market, and testing her spiritual roots.
Even before the spiritual roots were tested, the original owner was still an ordinary person in every sense of the word.
Zhong Liu knocked her forehead. During their short time together, she had already eliminated the speculation about depression.
If that person had depression, she would change her name to Liu Zhong today.
Then a new question arises - who is the original owner, who would die so suddenly when he has no enemies and no illness?
Even her time travel, is it necessarily a coincidence?
Zhong Liu thought that she should find someone to help her, a monk who had studied the soul.
It seems that I have to go to the sect to recruit new members.
She found the separate booklet of Qingyun Sect and found its address. If she set off now, it would take about seven or eight days.
She wanted to resolve it as soon as possible, but the sect would only recruit new members in ten days.
——Anyway, go resign tomorrow and apologize and say goodbye to the factory manager.
*
The two sword-cultivating brothers and sisters walked into the crack.
Every secret realm has an entrance, and most of the time, monks call it a crack.
After all, most secret realms are small or medium-sized, and the entrances are indeed only the size of cracks. There are actually not many large secret realms that can be used as trial grounds for disciples of various sects.
This secret place is very strange.
Jin Aqing turned sideways and took out the standard sword. The black pendant on the hilt actually seldom shook when the blade was not swung.
You know, she is truly a natural swordsman, a calm person who can remain calm even when facing a disaster. Even when facing a disaster, her hand holding the sword will never tremble or hesitate.
In the secret realm, it is springtime and the breeze blows through the weeds.
But apart from the slight sound of the wind, there was no other sound.
Something is wrong.
Generally speaking, no matter how quiet the secret realm is, there should be some snakes, insects, rats and ants with tenacious vitality. They will crawl through the vegetation, making rustling sounds.
So quiet...
The two sword cultivators looked at each other in tacit understanding.
I'm afraid there might be some ferocious beast lurking here, so no living creature dares to make a sound.
Animals always have stronger intuition than humans. Although they did not sense danger, since there was no sound, they naturally would not make any sound at all.
If a monk wants to hide, he will always have an advantage over snakes, insects, rats and ants.
But at some point, fog gradually spread.
Jin Aqing held his breath and concentrated at the first moment. The fog came suddenly, and there was this misty water mist in all directions. It was impossible to tell where it came from for a while.
She turned around and found that her junior brother had disappeared.
Jin Aqing thought for a moment, then moved his right hand.
The sword energy was like flowing light, easily splitting the fog into two parts, upper and lower. The gap in the middle looked like some kind of scar.
But soon, the scar disappeared.
He couldn't keep wasting time like this. Jin Aqing couldn't hold his breath forever, and if the sword energy was useless, then continuing to swing the sword would only be a waste of energy.
It would be better to take a gamble and bet that this fog is not fatal. Instead, it is probably because the opponent is not strong enough and only dares to use the fog to trick and test him.
She no longer held her breath, and wisps of mist came closer with each breath.
…
Jin Aqing saw a giant python.
Calling it a python didn't seem quite right either. She raised her eyes and saw the two horns on the other person's head.
Well, it’s a giant python that transformed into a dragon.
The young swordsman corrected himself in his heart.
Then, in the moment when the fog could not react, the sword force burst out like a rainbow.
It was as if the person standing here was not a person, and the one she was swinging was not a sword.
She should be the ocean, or the sun, holding the surging waves in her palm, with the dazzling sunlight as the sharpest sword tip with a point of cold light.
The first basic sword move of Qingyun Sect.
She had only learned basic sword moves.
The master who had originally arranged the teaching plan has been away on a mission recently. There are not many people who can point out her flaws in swordsmanship, and the master happens to be a person with average popularity, which has led to the fact that the advanced swordsmanship class has not been carried out.
The dragon leaps and soars, but it is actually a huge wave that sweeps over.
The sword edge and dragon scales collided, leaving only tiny spark-like traces.
Very hard natural armor.
After failing to hit the target, Jin Aqing took a step back and briefly retracted the sharpness of her sword.
But appropriate retraction is only for a better sword strike next time.
She decisively gave up the strategy of quickly defeating the enemy and instead began to compete in the consumption of spiritual power.
Even though her control over magic is far inferior to her swordsmanship, the superiority of Tianlinggen herself means that she will never fall into a disadvantage easily.
There is a dragon roar.
But it was difficult to tell whether it was the sound of Jin Aqing's sword or the roar of Youlong.
*
The bells were ringing.
Li An remained unmoved and did not leave the studio until the mural was installed.
She was a little surprised to see the visitor.
"You're here again."
*
...What does "here we go again" mean?
Jin Aqing, who was extremely sure that this was his first time here, looked confused.
After defeating the dragon, she originally planned to sit down and rest, and by the way, look for where her junior brother was - since she encountered a dragon, her junior brother must have encountered an enemy as well.
But for some reason, the fog not only did not dissipate, but became even thicker.
Then……
She saw the door.
With the mentality of "I want to see what else this secret realm can do", Jin Aqing stepped into the door.
The aroma of the plants made her feel somewhat at ease, and the figure walking through the corridor had an inexplicable... sense of familiarity.
Jin Aqing didn't understand why, but she had an advantage which was to throw things away if she couldn't figure it out. It was her habit to think less and worry less.
The shop owner said with a smile: "Why are you injured again?"
Jin Aqing remained silent and did not dare to step forward easily.
Every time the shopkeeper got closer, she felt a surge of pressure pressing against her, yet at the same time, there was a strange, soft, familiar feeling that comforted her soul.
Two completely opposite feelings tore Jin Aqing apart, and she felt pain.
The tip of the sword, which had originally pointed firmly forward, slowly cut through the air, slid in a certain arc, and pointed towards the ground.
The black pendant swayed gently.
Jin Aqing could hardly hold the sword in her hand. She gritted her teeth and held on, but her hand holding the sword was shaking under the weight.
Her master had never put such terrible pressure on her. On the day he accepted her as his disciple, Bai Zhao stared at her for a long time, with his pressure not concealed at all, which made Jin Aqing sweat profusely.
Unlike now, at least at that time, she never had the slightest desire to kneel down.
She was breathing heavily, like a dying fish. The human was half-kneeling on the ground, with the tip of the sword against the ground, supporting the weight of her entire body.
The wound on the abdomen was also bleeding under the pressure, like the source of a mountain stream.
The standard sword that had just severed the dragon's horns didn't even scratch the carpet on the floor. Blood flowed through the soft white carpet and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
...Who is this person?
Jin Aqing had no doubt that she had never seen such a person before, but if she had seen him once, she would have an impression of him.
This kind of person who looks down on others like a god... will definitely leave a deep impression on others whenever they have any contact with him.
*
Li An felt that the little Golden Crow didn't take good care of himself. He was injured not long ago, and now he was injured again.
She almost sighed, but then she thought that this might be how the animal world is. Hunting and being hunted, hurting and being hurt, and fighting for territory and food are their instincts. It is obviously unrealistic to ask the little crow to give up its instincts.
She was just about to look for the ointment and band-aid that had been dug out earlier.
But the black cat jumped out first, muttering, "I don't like doing business at a loss."
It finally discovered that the Golden Crow dies every time it comes. Although the life line of the one in front of it is still very real, it looks like it has a short life span. There is no guarantee that it will die again one day.
It had clearly intended to take it slow and steady, slowly reap the benefits... and slowly make a deal with this immortal golden crow.
He smiled casually, convinced that this injury was nothing to the Golden Crow, and the point was not the wound that was still bleeding.
Instead, the big customer's gaze lingered briefly on the stone sword as he passed by the shelf.
"Do you want this sword?"
*
To be honest, I do, very much.
The sword is plain and monotonous, with the blade and hilt being the same color. If it weren't for the flowing light around it, it would appear even grayer.
But when Jin Aqing saw the sword for the first time, she even forgot about her injuries, and the pressure like the tide around her could not stop her from staring at the sword.
The natal sword is like half of the body to a sword cultivator. As long as it is not completely destroyed, it will accompany him from now on.
She once entered the Sword Pavilion, where thousands of swords clashed, but she still couldn't find a sword that suited her.
But now, she heard the sound of a heartbeat.
If it were based on the personality of the junior brother, he would probably say, "This is what heart-throb is all about."
Jin Aqing withdrew his gaze and nodded affirmatively.
Children who have no experience in bargaining do not know that an attitude of praise and admiration will increase the price.
Especially those stores operating without a license.
Under the shop owner's seemingly tangible gaze, she asked sincerely, "How do I own it?"
She wanted the sword and was willing to pay the price.
The only problem was that, apart from the materials for maintaining the sword, Jin Aqing only had the credits that he intended to use to exchange for space equipment.
She thought a little disappointedly that she might not be able to afford the price.
*
When he smiled casually, his teeth were snow-white and the tips looked sharp.
It was about to speak like every unscrupulous businessman, but suddenly it felt a pressure that made the cat's hair stand on end.
It looked up.
Li An raised an eyebrow.
The black cat drooped.
Li An took two steps and took the stone sword from the shelf.
She glanced at the suddenly crestfallen bird.
The bird also looked up at her. Its pupils were pure gold, and vaguely, you could see a hint of red tint around the edges.
it's beautiful.
But Li-Ann doesn't need another pair of eyes right now, and she really doesn't have a habit of torturing animals.
Of course, a living bird that can speak human language is different from a sea urchin that only appears in dreams.
Li'an handed the stone sword to Jinwu, watching it flap its wings, one claw stepping on the ground, and the other claw struggling to grasp the end of the hilt.
She paused and said, "Then live well."
"This sword is in exchange for your promise."
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