Xue Chenjing pondered for a moment, and agreed with it, which was rare: "You make sense."
He turned back to the main hall of Chunyan Pavilion, took out the spirit stone and rented a refinery building very close to Yu Yi, took the token to open the building and went back.
Xue Chenjing entered the building with the token, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a huge furnace made of heavy iron standing in the middle of the courtyard. The furnace was almost only a little shorter than the high walls surrounding it. Because it had not been turned on yet, the furnace body was still cold to the touch, and there was no fire in the building.
The top of the furnace was built like a pavilion, with openings on all four sides. The quenching materials were added in the past. The roof on top was similar to the roof of an ordinary pavilion, but the slope was even more gentle.
Xue Chenjing jumped onto the furnace and leaned against the highest point. Looking out from here, he could just see the ripples of fire above Yu Yi's furnace.
Xue Chenjing lay down on the spot, with his hands behind his head, one leg bent, and the other leg raised to his knees, shaking his toes leisurely, "This is the right place."
Looking at his posture, he simply treated himself as a camera bug and planned to watch it himself.
Compared to the past, he didn't care even if the heroine ran away. Now his performance really made the system happy. However, in the eyes of the system, his current actions actually did not help the progress of the strategy mission.
More importantly, it costs 500 spirit stones a day! The host rented a high-quality furnace and slept on it. It would be better to spend these spirit stones on the heroine and try to please her.
However, Xue Chenjing did not rent a furnace to sleep. Although he successively retrieved the missing civil fire and tailbone in his body, he has been running around in the task of conquering Yu Yi and has not had time to completely integrate them with himself.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he just closed his eyes and practiced to improve his fragile body.
Although Xue Chenjing had given Pei Jingchao and others a warning in Wuzhelou, in the short term, the other party could not figure out his strength and dared not make any big moves, but they did not give up following him.
As far as he knew, the relationship between Yanhua Sect, to which Chunyan Pavilion belonged, and Lishan Sword Sect was not very good. Although the Twelve Immortal Sects seemed to be happy on the surface and aimed to protect justice in the world, they were not actually a monolithic entity.
After the fall of the Ji family, the resources of the cultivation world flowed into the hands of the three major families that were originally Ji family retainers, and developed to this day, forming the current pattern of the Twelve Immortal Sects.
Eight of the twelve major sects have intricate relationships with the three great families, and the remaining four sects are those who rose later. In order to resist the erosion of the family power, these four sects united together.
Yanhua Sect is one of them, so there will be no spies from Lishan or Zhaohua Palace in Chunyan Pavilion. Xue Chenjing will be much safer and quieter in the barrier of the furnace.
The blazing fire makes the sky above Chunyan Pavilion often clear, and occasionally strange phenomena flash in the sky after the cultivators open the furnace.
Yu Yi only sees the rotation of the sun and the moon in the weapon building. Sometimes the fire in the furnace is too strong, which will make her unable to distinguish between day and night, and she has long forgotten the passage of time outside.
When she was thirsty, she drank some spiritual spring water; when she was hungry, she took a pill of fasting pill. She had to control her sword fire at all times and almost never closed her eyes to rest.
The sword fire in the furnace finally melted the remaining seven top-grade spiritual swords. The furnace in the courtyard was burned red by the green flames. In the middle of the huge fire chamber, a green bamboo sword was suspended.
Lightning was entangled on the green bamboo sword, and seven spiritual swords of different shapes were surrounding it. Now the sword shapes of those spiritual swords were melting bit by bit, turning into flowing golden light and merging into the green bamboo sword in the middle.
The green bamboo sword began to take on the color of metal, and the sword was tempered into a material that looked like wood but was not. The sound of the sword echoed in the furnace.
A line of white light suddenly shot out from the hilt, and went down inch by inch along the seam in the sword. The golden light of the spirit swords on all sides was like rivers returning to the sea, and at the same time it converged into the white mark in the seam.
Yu Yi sat beside the furnace, forming seals with her hands, stimulating the sword fire in the furnace. At the same time, a vertical white mark appeared between her eyebrows. @無限好文，盡在晉江文学城
The sword spirit around her echoed with the green bamboo sword in the furnace, and the vertical mark between her eyebrows seemed to be burning with flames.
The sword fire lingering on the sword body has undergone a subtle change because of this white mark. The blue sword light is like being refined, and the color gradually becomes lighter. The leaked sharp edge is gathered in an instant and returns to the seam in the sword body, and the sharp edge returns to the sheath.
The sword level of a sword cultivator starts with cultivating sword energy, and then builds the sword foundation. When the sword energy condenses into sharp edge, it is the unsheathed stage. Yu Yi had been staying at the unsheathed sword stage before, so when the sword was drawn, the sword body flowed with blue flames and lightning.
The next level is to hide the edge in the sword. When the sword is drawn, the sword fire can be released, or the sharp edge can be hidden, returning to the original state.
This is like many great sword masters, who seem to have an ordinary sword, but although they don't see any thunder and light, they can cause the wind and clouds to change, split the mountains and cut the sea. Such hidden sword moves can more accurately control their sword energy and are not easy to be seen through by the enemy.
Of course, Yu Yi has just entered this level of swordsmanship and is far from reaching the level of splitting mountains and cutting the sea with one sword. The brand
new green bamboo sword is hung in the furnace. It is still the plain wood color, but the sword body also has a metallic light. It is simple and sharp, and the white vertical mark in the middle is particularly eye-catching.
The red-crowned crane sword spirit broke out of the cracked old sword, spread its wings and flew up, diving into the suspended long sword. The old sword was shattered into pieces, and the stream of light followed the red-crowned crane's tail feathers and escaped into the new sword together.
It seems that the sword spirit likes its new home very much.
Yu Yi opened his eyes and was about to condense the sword fire and open the furnace to summon the sword, but he saw that the long sword in the furnace suddenly trembled, and the sword spirit broke out from the top of the long sword, spread its wings and stood on the hilt.
The white mark on the seam of the sword suddenly became stronger, and a flame so fierce that it turned white surged out. The white flame instantly licked the sword spirit's feathers and wrapped its whole body.
Yu Yi was horrified and hurriedly used sword techniques to suppress the sword fire, but it was too late. Half of the red-crowned crane's body was in flames. It raised its head and roared loudly, and flew out of the furnace with the burning sword fire wrapped on its wings.
When it flew in front of Yu Yi, the sword spirit's body had already been completely dissolved in the flames. She raised her hand to catch it, but only a fiery red feather fell from the flames.
The feather fell on her forehead, and Yu Yi felt a pain between her eyebrows, and her consciousness faded for a moment.
The cold wind blew on her face, a cool breeze swept in from the heat wave, and goose bumps appeared on Yu Yi's skin. She suddenly opened her eyes and was surprised to find that she had left the weapon building without knowing when.
She was now sitting on the back of a red-crowned crane, which spread its wings and soared in the sky, carrying her through a thin cloud and mist, and flew to a towering green mountain in front.
Yu Yi looked around, lowered her head to look at the crane below her, and shouted, "Brother Crane? Where are we going? Am I not tempering my sword in the furnace?"
But when her eyes fell on the crane's slender head, she recognized it at a glance that it was not Brother Crane, and said excitedly, "It's the sword spirit, sword spirit, are you okay? That's great, I thought something went wrong when I was tempering the sword and you disappeared."
The red-crowned crane sword spirit turned around, called out to her, and suddenly folded its wings, swooping down towards the misty mountain below.
Yu Yi was blinded by the strong wind that blew in her face, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind. The red-crowned crane rushed into the mist of the mountain, and after a moment, flew out from the other side of the mist.
The scenery ahead suddenly became clear, and a cliff appeared. On the cliff, a slender man stood against the wind, holding a long sword behind his back, and raised his head to look at her.
For a moment, Yu Yi thought she had returned to the secret realm of the bamboo forest and had broken into the painting that her master had hung in the middle of the studio.
The woman in the painting was also dressed in snow-white clothes, with her hair tied up high, standing on the edge of the cliff with a sword in her hand. The mountain wind blew up her clothes, and she stood still, as if she had been standing on the edge of the cliff for hundreds and thousands of years.
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Yu Yi saw before her eyes was exactly the same as the scroll painted by Qingxuan Taoist. It was the only one of her master's many self-portraits that depicted someone else.
However, the portrait did not clearly outline the facial features, but now Yu Yi could see it clearly.
She met the woman's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. It was an extremely beautiful and heroic face, with thin and long eyebrows, as if cut, and upturned red phoenix eyes, which were full of spirit, and a jade-like face with a sword pattern shaped like a lotus between the eyebrows.
Yu Yi was stunned for a moment, until the red-crowned crane brought her to the cliff and shook its body to remind her, then she hurriedly jumped off the sword spirit's back. The red-crowned
crane immediately ran towards the woman in white with its long legs, and its long neck rested on her body and called her softly, and its cry revealed endless longing. The woman in white
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"This is the sword realm passed down from the Daqing Mountain. I left a trace of my spiritual thoughts here for Ming Zhaojun, the lord of Qingshan, waiting to pass on her sword skills here. You were chosen by the Crane Spirit and brought here, which means we are destined to be together. Are you willing to learn swordsmanship from me?"
Yu Yi had not yet recovered from this change, but she knew how to seize the opportunity. She nodded without hesitation, "I am willing."
"Okay." Ming Zhaojun nodded with satisfaction, and was about to draw her sword and start.
Yu Yi asked hurriedly, "Senior, has my master... Taoist Qingxuan been here before?"
Ming Zhaojun ignored her question as if she had ignored the sword spirit, and continued to hold the sword, saying, "This sword technique is called Zhuchun, which is the sword of the heart, with a total of nine swords. The sword of the heart is difficult to learn, and there are only a few who can truly learn all nine swords. How far you can learn depends entirely on your own luck."
Zhuchun sword technique? Sure enough, her master had been here before.
Yu Yi had seen the four swords of Zhuchun in the sword book left by Taoist Qingxuan, and had practiced it. When she got it, the ink on the sword manual was still very new. It was probably because her master was about to die and had not found a successor, so he could not teach in person, so he drew it on paper.
Yu Yi practiced many times according to the sword manual, but every time she was halfway through, her sword energy would go backwards, and her mind would be restless, so she didn't even learn the first sword.
Ming Zhaojun shook her head after hearing this, "Zhuchun is the sword of the heart. This sword method can only be learned by personal instruction. It cannot be learned by practicing according to the sword manual."
"Since you are my master's master, you are my master's great master. I, the disciple Yu Yi, pay my respects to my master's great master." Yu Yi knelt down to pay her respects, but was ignored by Ming Zhaojun again.
Yu Yi asked some questions tentatively again, and found that she would only respond when asked questions related to swordsmanship, and would ignore irrelevant questions.
It seems that it is just as she said at the beginning, this divine thought is waiting here, just to pass on Ming Zhaojun's swordsmanship.
Yu Yi followed Ming Zhaojun to practice Zhuchun's first sword, Breaking the Heart's Slavery. As for sword moves, she had practiced them countless times in the bamboo forest secret realm, so it was not difficult for her to follow Ming Zhaojun's movements at the beginning.
But gradually, halfway through the practice, her mind was filled with distracting thoughts again, and her sword energy began to stagnate.
Ming Zhaojun's sword tip hit her sword with a ding sound, and the cyclone on the sword wrapped around her sword body, guiding the direction of her sword's momentum, while saying in her ear: "Continue, don't avoid what you think in your heart, this first sword requires you to face the slavery of your heart, so that you can break it and then establish it."
As the sword moves progressed, Yu Yi began to sweat on her forehead, and the things she had suppressed deep in her heart surged up like a flood that broke through the dam.
She was alone, traveling to this strange world, not without fear and loneliness. She had been living a good life, loved by her parents and taken care of by her sister. She was originally the most ordinary and happiest girl in the world, but a thunderbolt suddenly struck her from nowhere, severing all her family and friendships, and she came to such a strange world to be a so-called protagonist.
She was afraid, she was panicked, she was extremely lonely, and she missed everything in the past every moment, but she dared not miss it.
At the end of her practice, Yu Yi felt that her heart was about to be torn apart by these surging emotions. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn't hold the sword steadily, letting the Green Bamboo Sword fall from her hands. She was even a little afraid to touch the sword again.
Ming Zhaojun then let her go and said, "You can rest now and practice again tomorrow."
She turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff again, standing there in the wind, not knowing where she was looking into the void.
Yu Yi squatted on the ground, covering her face and crying silently. The sword spirit jumped over, gently rubbed her cheek to comfort her, and then followed Ming Zhaojun to stand with her on the edge of the cliff.
She cried for a while, venting the emotions in her heart, and walked to a big rock next to her exhausted, and sat down against it.
When she turned her head, she found that there was a family living in the green mountain. There was a house on the hillside, and there was a flat land in front of the house. There were more than a dozen disciples practicing swords on the flat land. Among them were old and young, men and women, some in cloth skirts and linen clothes, and some in brocade clothes.
The sword-giving person below is exactly the same as Ming Zhaojun on the cliff, both wearing white clothes and long hair tied with a jade crown.
"Is that Ming Zhaojun herself?" Yu Yi thought to herself, rubbing the corners of her eyes that were a little sour after crying, and turned her head to see that the stone was engraved with words, which looked like the "I was here" scene seen in many scenic spots.
The handwriting on the stone is different, obviously from different hands. Judging from the names and generations left behind, it is actually a thousand years old.
In the distant past, the Zhuchun Nine Swords should be very famous, and those who can come here to inherit the sword realm and get this opportunity are very excited. But later, this set of swordsmanship was gradually lost, and few people knew about it.
However, most of the messages are still complaining that this swordsmanship is difficult to learn.
Yu Yi found the remains of her master on the stone, and cried in a unique way. Every time he learned a sword, he would leave a piece of writing, telling how difficult it was to learn the sword, which was as difficult as climbing to the sky. He kept crying until Zhu Chun learned the fourth sword, and he wrote: It is difficult to make any more progress, I have given up.
The master did not leave his name, but left his self-portrait on the stone, which was carved young and handsome, so detailed that the texture of every hair was carved out, which shows that he was very careful. His handsome face is very conspicuous on the stone.
Because he is the only one who left a self-portrait.
Yu Yi gathered a sword energy at her fingertips and left her name under the self-portrait of Taoist Qingxuan. After thinking for a while, she carved another stick figure with the words "Meeting Master".
She finally took a look at her masterpiece and chuckled.
Zhuchun First Sword almost brought out all the negative emotions she had suppressed in her heart. She had to face everything she had lost every day, but she had lost so much and gained nothing.
Yu Yi wanted to cry even more when she thought of Xue Chenjing. She even had some hatred for him. If it weren't for him, she might not have come here.
The Heart Sword illuminated the darkness in her heart, revealing every detail, so that she could no longer pretend to be fine.
When Yu Yi first started learning sword, she cried almost every day, but her mood after venting was extremely clear, and her sword skills were improving every day.
In addition to practicing sword, she would explore around the cliff, looking for traces left by predecessors on the stones. Some people would leave their own cultivation experience here, and some people would analyze the time period when this sword realm was formed based on the information left by their predecessors and the performance of the people in the house at the foot of the mountain.
According to this person's analysis, this sword realm was established ten years before Ming Zhaojun's death, and the scene in the house halfway up the mountain was the last ten years in Daqing Mountain.
"The 103rd year of Shengyuan." Yu Yi touched the reign title. This reign title was the reign title of the cultivation world when the Immortal Alliance was first established, which was different from the reign title in the secular dynasty.
She counted with her fingers and found that it was more than 1,300 years ago.
Yu Yi looked back at the figure standing on the edge of the cliff. This spiritual consciousness has been guarding this sword realm for more than 1,300 years.
When she explored deeper into the cliff, she found a warning stone tablet with the words "Do Not Enter" clearly engraved on it. Yu Yi looked past the stone tablet and saw only a few rocks and strangely shaped pine trees.
Looking at the friction marks on the rocks and pine tree trunks, it is obvious that someone is active there frequently.
She walked a little closer, and in the increasingly dim skylight, she saw the handwriting of different people on the warning stone tablet, warning later comers not to step into that side of the cliff.
The stele said that on the night of the new moon, a man would come here to cut himself with the sword of his heart. The things he cut were extremely demonic and could pollute people's hearts.
Yu Yi looked at the sky through the branches and thought to herself, it seems that tonight is the new moon.
She stepped back a distance away from the strange area, but driven by curiosity, she would still look over there unconsciously.
Around midnight, she really heard a little noise coming from the other side of the cliff. Yu Yi held her breath and concentrated her spiritual power on her hearing. She could hear clearer footsteps, followed by the sound of hunting robes being blown by the wind.
When the sword was unsheathed, she heard a person crying, a familiar cry, begging: "Don't kill me, brother, please don't kill me..."
Yu Yi opened her eyes wide in the darkness and unconsciously took a few steps towards that place. When she saw the warning on the stone tablet, she stopped abruptly.
Her sight passed the stone tablet and she saw a figure sitting under the pine tree. He had his back to this side. The sword light penetrated his heart, and the oblique sword blade forcibly cut something out of his body.
That thing was like an extremely distorted human figure. When it saw that its plea was in vain, it immediately revealed its true form and rushed towards him with its claws and teeth bared, screaming: "You can't kill me completely! We are born as the fetus of chaos, and we are born as both gods and demons. You will never kill me."
The person under the pine tree turned sideways and stabbed the long sword into the heart of the dissected shadow. The shadow held the sword blade on his heart with both hands, his neck drooped back, and his enlarged pupils were facing her direction.
Yu Yi saw the profile of the man holding the sword in the sword light.
Xue Chenjing. No, that's not right, it should be Xue Mingyuan.
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In the Chunyan Pavilion Weapon Building, Xue Chenjing suddenly woke up, turned over, and looked towards the weapon building where Yu Yi was. Under the bright sunlight, the heat waves surged above the weapon building where she was, and the sword fire from the quenching weapon baked the barrier above into a gorgeous stream of light. It seemed that there was nothing unusual.
The system asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Xue Chenjing raised his hand and stroked his eyebrows, and rubbed his chest when his hand fell down, "I seem to have dreamed of her."
The system said happily: "Really? I heard that you will only dream of her when the other person is thinking of you. Master, the heroine must have missed you, so she dreamed of you!"
Xue Chenjing glanced at his mouth, "Really?"
"Really!" The system asked again, "What did you dream about?"
Xue Chenjing closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and said angrily: "I dreamed that she gave me a sword." In the dream, he saw her face, and then his heart ached.
System: “…”
The system was silent for a long time, and then said, “Master, it’s just a dream, don’t take it seriously.”