Chapter 69: A shin bone Jin Aqing was right. This is indeed...
Jin Aqing was right.
This was indeed a sword that suited her perfectly. From the hilt to the flowing light on the blade, there was not a single detail that she was dissatisfied with.
Well, so starting today, Jin Aqing, who only used the standard sword, has changed and become a Jin Aqing who owns a natal sword and only uses the natal sword.
She put the standard sword back into the scabbard, removed the pendant from the hilt, and tied it to her beloved natal sword.
She raised her sword and slashed at the fog again.
The fog dissipated in both directions like a tidal wave in the direction the sword was pointing.
This time, it failed to reunite.
Jin Aqing heard the clear singing of a young phoenix in the distance.
An ordinary black iron sword hit the sharp claws of the young phoenix, and after a brief confrontation, it lingered on the opponent's wings.
The material of this sword is really ordinary, but the young phoenix is obviously not that strong enough to resist it.
Because there was lightning on the sword.
It makes this ordinary sword indestructible and unstoppable, and every strike of the sword will bring about thunder in the sky.
Zhang Xiangwen is the kind of swordsman who will lie down when faced with difficulties and any difficulty can easily defeat him.
He may not be suitable to be a sword cultivator, but he was accepted as a disciple by the arrogant Bai Zhao, so he was obviously not an easy person to deal with.
He is just lazy, not useless.
It is natural that Zhang Xiangwen's sword moves are much more exquisite than Jin Aqing's.
Jin Aqing has only learned nine basic sword techniques so far, while Zhang Xiangwen has actually practiced under Bai Zhao for ten years - a normal person would only practice for nine years, but he delayed his graduation.
It was said that his previous graduation report was rejected outright by Bai Zhao, and Zhang Xiangwen, stubbornly refusing to revise it, refused to change it no matter what. Later, Bai Zhao went on a mission and disappeared for months. Furthermore, despite the persuasion of many friends and family, Zhang Xiangwen wrote a new graduation report this year.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Zhang Xiangwen's eyes were focused. He stared at his target without relaxing for a moment.
After all, he had been under Bai Zhao's hellish training for so many years.
Then, a never-before-seen blade joined the battlefield.
Zhang Xiangwen briefly diverted his attention to look at the person who came.
It was my junior sister. For some reason, she seemed to have changed her sword.
The junior sister who had only used a standard sword before actually had a new sword. Although it looked ordinary, Zhang Xiangwen noticed that the sword was extremely sharp.
It's not like him, because of the additional properties brought by the addition of spiritual power, but the sword itself is like this, and anyone who holds it can do it.
This sword suits my junior sister very well.
Zhang Xiangwen thought to himself, this seemingly ordinary sword is perfectly suited to the basic sword moves of the junior sister. Its unstoppable force perfectly complements the junior sister's instinctive control of the sword energy. All these factors combined make each swing of the blade seem to respond to the junior sister's breathing.
The sword's heart is like my heart.
It was so fitting that he immediately thought that this should be his junior sister's natal sword.
I vaguely remember that the last time I read the post, my junior sister didn’t have her own natal sword.
Zhang Xiangwen sighed with regret, feeling that his leisurely days were gone forever because of his graduation report.
He didn't even know that Junior Sister had her own natal sword.
...Although before today, he didn't even know that his master had accepted a little junior sister.
Zhang Xiangwen withdrew his attention from the sword.
I can't let myself be suppressed by a junior sister who is ten years younger than me. That would be too embarrassing for the graduates of Qingyun Sect.
If the master knew about this, he would definitely double the training.
Students taught by the same master always have a tacit understanding that is difficult for others to understand. The strict guidance of the teacher makes their thinking in some aspects almost identical.
This is roughly the meaning of being from the same school. When two swords are swung, the power they unleash is definitely not as simple as 1+1.
The young phoenix fell down with a scream.
He fell in a pool of cold blood, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were crushed by it.
I couldn't see it clearly during the fight, but now I can finally see what the young phoenix looks like. It actually looks more like some kind of black bird, but it has characteristics similar to those of a phoenix.
Like the python, it is not a dragon or phoenix, but it is indeed approaching a dragon or phoenix.
Zhang Xiangwen murmured, "Deliberately and unreasonably destroying flowers, plants, and trees should be punished..."
Jin Aqing: “?”
"Brother, what are you reading?"
...Haha, of course, this is something you will have to memorize for three days and three nights in the future, until you feel dizzy and your eyes are blurry, and it will be engraved directly into your soul.
Zhang Xiangwen's thoughts drifted away again. He vaguely remembered that a cultivator with great merit was reincarnated. The first thing he did after being born was not to cry loudly, but to open his mouth and say the first sentence of the "Regulations on the Management of the Cultivation World".
This indirectly led to later monks referring to it as "engraving it into the soul" when reciting the management regulations.
Almost everything cannot be brought with you when you are born and cannot be taken with you when you die, but management regulations are different because they are truly engraved into the soul.
In fact, it is not entirely a joke. Every word on the official paper management regulations is written by a powerful person, and contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The process of reciting is also the process of enlightenment.
Of course, the truths that you have realized yourself will not easily disappear with reincarnation.
By the time Zhang Xiangwen reacted, Jin Aqing was almost gone.
"Junior sister, junior sister, junior sister—wait for me!"
Jin Aqing didn't mean to not wait for her senior brother, but she felt the excitement of her own natal sword.
Go there, go there, it urged.
Jin Aqing guessed that this secret realm must contain what it wanted.
After all, it was a sword that she had obtained less than an hour ago and had experienced two battles. She was reluctant to say goodbye to it, so she picked up the sword and set off.
"Junior Sister——"
Oh, there is also a talkative senior brother following behind me.
*
There are few people who have never fantasized about their future.
But in the eyes of God, is there no difference between the future and the present?
One of countless futures that have already happened.
Jin Aqing raised the standard sword in his hand, which was almost at its limit.
In order to facilitate mass production, the material used for this standard sword is two points inferior to ordinary black iron, but the cheapness outweighs all the shortcomings.
Jin Aqing is also reaching her limit.
She didn't expect this secret realm to be so difficult.
...In theory, the micro-secret realm limited to cultivators in the foundation-building stage should not be so difficult, not to mention that one after another comes after another.
Countless monsters and goblins that are extremely rare in the world of cultivation walked out of the fog.
Kill the Azure Dragon, and the Vermillion Bird will appear. Kill the Vermillion Bird, and the Black Turtle will appear...
It's simply endless. How can such a small secret realm accommodate so many ferocious beasts?!
You must know that a monster of this level will never allow other powerful monsters to appear in its territory.
The current round of battles one after another is too much for even an iron man to handle.
Besides, Jin Aqing is not an iron man.
She is a person with flesh and blood, who can breathe and has a heartbeat. She is a person who can shed tears when she sees the world.
Her daily slowness is, in a sense, also a form of self-protection for her. By thinking and worrying less, she won't live too painfully in this world.
And now, this sword genius who can cry and laugh, a natural sword heart that only appears once in a thousand years, is about to collapse.
In this endless battle, she vaguely realized the key, but she could not destroy the fog around her no matter what. As a result, the monsters that appeared became more and more powerful, and some were so rare that they were almost recognized by the cultivation world as having disappeared and exterminated.
Jin Aqing gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand.
She had already sensed the sword's fragile will, and it was about to break.
It's not only the divine sword that has spirits. In fact, even the most ordinary swords will reveal some thoughts at certain times. They are rare and shallow, but Jin Aqing can hear their voices.
It says, don't worry about it.
There might be a sword in this world that could bear Jin Aqing's flames, but she had never seen one. Even the spiritual sword ranked 88th in the Famous Swords Record had screamed for mercy under her flames.
How could there be a sword of a sword cultivator in this world that even the sword cultivator's spiritual energy could not withstand? So Jin Aqing could not find his own natal sword.
Now, the flames spread inch by inch, climbing up from the hilt. Almost in the blink of an eye, the sword looked like it had crawled out of a molten inferno.
But it is undoubtedly very useful. With the blessing of flames, the combat effectiveness is more than doubled.
Jin Aqing killed the Qilin-like monster.
The residual power of the flames cut through the layers of fog, and the fog slowly dissipated, as if melting.
She guessed correctly, the fog was indeed different, but Jin Aqing, who also had some research on formations and elixirs, was sure that those monsters were not illusions brought to her by the fog.
Jin Aqing was more inclined to believe that the fog was some kind of passage, so the monster on the other side of the passage was able to come to her.
This spatial characteristic also explains why the senior brother suddenly disappeared.
Because the fog separated them, if both sides could completely melt the fog, then they might be able to find that the other party might be only a few meters away from them.
Jin Aqing took a deep breath. The standard sword was completely damaged, breaking at the joint between the blade and the hilt, and fell to the ground dejectedly.
The corpses of the monsters did not disappear. She climbed to a high place and looked at the scene of mountains of corpses and sea of blood.
The blood flowed down and was wiped away by Jin Aqing before it entered his eyes.
To bury the sword like this wouldn't be considered a shabby burial.
Jin Aqing took out the recovery pill and ate it.
The next second, she suddenly shook and was abruptly expelled from the secret realm.
The young swordsman landed in the dense forest in the mountains in a daze.
The crack was still there, but she had no way of getting in.
After a long while, the junior brother was also spit out of the secret realm.
The crack slowly closed and disappeared completely.
Jin Aqing's heart skipped a beat.
Her intuition told her that she must have missed something very important.
…
Every night since then, Jin Aqing would think of this day when she woke up in her dreams.
If she could hold on a little longer at that time, would she be able to find the fragment?
She thought about this question until her death.
*
Little Golden Crow grabbed the hilt of the sword and left the store with difficulty.
Li An watched the little guy go away and disappear outside the door, then she turned around and went back to the studio.
The black cat strolled around pretending nothing had happened, and climbed onto the doorstep to watch him take out some grayish-white clay.
The color of the clay made it look lifeless and cold.
It was not the indifference of the clay, but the indifference of a being that was dead and could no longer speak.
Just watch Li An shape the clay.
A bone.
The black cat, who had no interest in understanding human anatomy, didn't know that this was what the tibia looked like.
Li An placed the piece of calf bone clay on top of the skull.
In the mural, two bones are piled on top of dark brown soil. No one seems to care whose corpse the two bones came from, nor does anyone care that the two bones are not placed in a very aligned manner.
Li An didn't care much either.
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