Chapter 114: The Preliminary Probe into Making Tea with Green Plums (10,000 characters)
"The clothes should be bigger."
Tan Yun muttered, then put on his lavender cotton robe and boots as usual, getting ready to get up and wash up.
"Ouch!"
The little black boy was lying on the ground. When he saw Tan Yun getting up, he immediately waggled his tail and came forward.
"Creak!"
Tan Yun opened the door, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his big eyes were startled, and then there was a bit of surprise.
Snowflakes were falling, and the entire courtyard had already turned into a vast white world.
"Snowing!"
The Demon Cult Headquarters is located in the Dongluo Desert. Vegetation is sparse in the desert, and water resources are also very scarce. Even if the weather is extremely cold, it rarely snows. There have been only a handful of snowfalls in the past few years.
Tan Yun stretched out his palm and watched the crystal clear snowflakes fall, fall into the warm palm, and then turn into water.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The little black boy kept shouting at the door, jumping up and down, and then curiously stretched out his little paws to touch the snow on the ground.
"What a heavy snow!"
At this moment, An Jing also opened the door and said with some surprise.
In just one night, the city of Yuzhou was covered with a layer of white snow, covered in silver, and wintersweet blossomed.
"Uncle, it's snowing, it's really snowing."
Tan Yun looked at the heavy snow in front of him, as excited as a seven or eight-year-old child, and then he jumped and stepped on the snow, making a "crunch" and "crunch" sound.
'boom!'
At this moment, a snowball came over hard and hit Tan Yun accurately on the forehead.
"Hahahaha, are you sure?"
An Jing squatted on the ground, continued to grab a ball of snow, and then shouted: "Come on, let's have a snowball fight, and we also have medical insurance."
"Uncle, then don't cry."
When Tan Yun heard An Jing's shouting, he couldn't bear it. Then he wiped the snow off his head, squatted on the ground and started kneading the snowballs.
"Bang bang!" "Bang bang!"
The moment she squatted on the ground, An Jing had already hit her with two snowballs.
"Let's see who cries first."
After An Jing shouted, he quickly ran out of the hall.
"Where to run!?"
Tan Yun had just finished shaping a snowball, and when he saw An Jing, he ran outside and chased after him angrily.
"It's time to have breakfast."
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei also walked out of the kitchen and saw the two people chasing her at a glance.
"Madam, come and play snowballs."
"OK."
When Zhao Qingmei saw this, there was a smile on her lips.
"You two together are no match for me."
An Jing laughed loudly, quickly rolled it into a snowball and threw it towards Zhao Qingmei.
"boom!"
I originally thought I could hit it accurately, but Zhao Qingmei ducked with a slim waist.
"It's not good, run away!"
Seeing Tan Yun rushing over with his teeth bared and claws splayed, An Jing quickly ran outside.
"Your snowball is too small. The bigger the snowball, the more painful it will be."
Zhao Qingmei pinched the snowball while imparting her experience to Tan Yun.
The three of them had a snowball fight from the backyard to the front hall and then outside the hall.
Anjing was one against two, but he was not at a disadvantage.
It was still early at this time, and the weather was freezing and the cold wind was howling, so there were not many pedestrians on the street.
Zhao Qingmei's sweet laughter, like a silver bell, and Tan Yun's furious voice were clearly heard.
"call......."
An Jing hid under a tree with two snowballs in his hands. Then he found that there was no movement behind him for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
"what happened?!"
An Jing felt strange, then turned around and touched it carefully.
At the door of Jishi Hall, Zhao Qingmei was squatting on the ground, seemingly trying hard to hold the snowball.
"Hehe~!"
An Jing walked over slowly, preparing to pour the snowball in his hand into Zhao Qingmei's neck. She would definitely let out a exclamation when the time came.
Just when An Jing stood behind Zhao Qingmei, he suddenly discovered that Zhao Qingmei was holding a snowball in one hand and holding a silver needle in the other hand to insert it into the snowball. The snowball had already been inserted with dense
of silver needles.
Seeing this, An Jing suddenly felt that the weather had become colder.
"Boom!"
An Jing threw the snowball directly to the ground, "Madam, I won't play any more. I don't think snowball fights are interesting. It's time to have breakfast."
With that said, An Jing walked quickly towards the hall.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing's back, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Husband, it's okay not to have a snowball fight, but last time you said you would go out for an outing, you never went. It's snowing today, how about we go to the lake together?"
An Jing agreed without hesitation, "Okay, it's really nice to visit the lake..."
As long as I can stop having snowball fights, I can do anything.
"Okay then, let's eat first."
After hearing this, Zhao Qingmei showed a smile, and then threw her snowball covered with silver needles into the snowdrift.
The two of them patted the snow off each other's bodies and walked into the dining hall.
"Husband, please wait a moment while I bring the medicinal porridge."
After Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen.
An Jing sat on the table and poured a cup of hot tea, "It's been dozens of days and nothing has happened..."
Since Mr. Jiang came last time, the book on the ground reminded him that he had obtained a black opportunity, and then this reminder completely disappeared.
An Jing was filled with panic and uncertainty, and he was on guard and on guard all day long.
And now more than ten days have passed, and life is as usual, without any changes.
According to the opportunities in the Book of Earth, these opportunities are divided into visible opportunities and invisible opportunities. Similar to Bodhi beads and Nine Yang Divine Finger, there are such visible opportunities, but there are also some invisible opportunities.
For example, he rescued King Xu in the cave.
This opportunity is equivalent to making acquaintance with a powerful master, and making him owe me a favor.
An Jing has a cautious character and has never received this black opportunity, so he doesn't know what this black opportunity is.
This black opportunity may be similar to other opportunities, divided into visible and invisible.
If it doesn't really happen, then I should have offended some master...
"Husband, the porridge is here."
While An Jing was deep in thought, Zhao Qingmei came over with three bowls of fragrant medicinal porridge.
"It smells so good. I'm really hungry after having a snowball fight for a while."
An Jing took the medicinal porridge and drank it in big gulps.
Zhao Qingmei was afraid that An Jing would get burned, so she quickly said: "Slow down, it's still hot."
"Oh...it's delicious." An Jing said while eating.
"I don't look good at eating." A smile appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, and then she said strangely: "Eh!? Where's Tan Yun?"
An Jing heard that the movement in her hands was also a meal, and she felt a little strange. In the past, she was the most active person when eating.
"I'll go take a look."
An Jing put down his bowls and chopsticks and walked out of the hall.
Not long after, I saw a familiar figure under a tree.
Originally Tan Yun's figure was very slender, but even though he had eaten a little more recently, he still looked plump and round, and An Jing could recognize him at a glance.
At this moment, she was sitting under a tree, seemingly holding something in her arms, and looking around as if she was looking for something.
An Jing tiptoed forward, full of curiosity.
"Where are you, Mr. Stinky Guy, hiding away?" Tan Yun wrinkled his nose slightly, and then couldn't help but muttered: "I haven't let you taste my power yet."
An Jing suddenly said: "What are you doing? You didn't even eat breakfast?"
"ah!?"
When Tan Yun heard this familiar voice, he turned around hurriedly, and the snowball as big as a basketball almost fell from his arms.
An Jing looked at the extra-large snowball in Tan Yun's arms and was silent for a moment.
.........
The heavy snow fell slowly like goose feathers.
The ice flowers are gorgeous, falling into the water and then disappearing. The sky, clouds, mountains and water are integrated into the vast sky.
There are far fewer awning boats on the Yuzhou River, with only a few people on them.
In the Yuzhou River, An Jing rocked his oar and admired the snowy scenery on both sides of the Yuzhou River in the snow.
That is to say, it is a novelty to watch, but if you watch it for a long time, you will find it a bit boring.
"Old man Li can still chat with me when he comes."
An Jing muttered in his heart.
Anyway, he knew Li Fuzhou's identity, but Li Fuzhou didn't know his identity. How could this not make him secretly happy?
Li Fuzhou was seriously injured due to the deaths of Huo Zhongyun and Ghost-faced Buddha. He suddenly became very busy and could not see anyone from morning to night.
"Is it because I'm leaving in the past few days that I don't even want to carry anyone on my back?"
Not seeing Li Fuzhou, An Jing always feels a little uneasy. If Li Fuzhou is safely at home and sends him away at the end of the year, he seems to be able to live his life. If he is accidentally exposed, then he
The family is also in big trouble.
In the boat, Zhao Qingmei was sitting on the carpet, with a stove in front of her and tea boiling on it.
This is not ordinary tea, but Zhao Qingmei specially brewed it by gathering the snow on the plum blossoms all morning. The boiling water seems to have a faint fragrance.
Tan Yun's little face was bulging with anger. She didn't know how long it took to make the snowball just now... which caused her to miss a bowl of porridge.
"Husband, the tea is almost ready."
Zhao Qingmei turned down the stove a little, then washed and made tea.
"Okay, we have already left Yuzhou City. Take a look at the scenery on both sides. Is it not bad?"
An Jing held the boat and smiled.
"Have you all left Yuzhou City?" When Tan Yun heard this, he stood up and looked around. He was so angry that he almost forgot to enjoy the scenery.
Looking at the vast expanse in front of us, blending into the heaven and earth, we can't help but feel amazed.
"Yes, it has already been marked three times."
An Jing rubbed his arms, "My arms are a little sore."
Jishitang is close to the south pier of the city. After rowing along the Yuzhou River for a while, we left the city.
Zhao Qingmei smiled and said: "Husband, when you are tired, take a rest and drink tea."
After An Jing heard this, he put down the oar in his hand and sat down slowly.
Zhao Qingmei blew the hot tea gently to disperse the white air before taking it over.
When An Jing saw this, he secretly sighed in his heart, Madam is worthy of being a lady, she is very proficient in washing tea, making tea, and tasting tea.
"Drink."
An Jing took the tea and took a sip. He immediately felt a refreshing warmth pouring into his throat and then into his abdomen.
"How about it?"
Zhao Qingmei asked repeatedly.
"good."
An Jing couldn't help but admired.
Zhao Qingmei's eyes lit up, "What's better?"
An Jing paused and said, "Madam controls the water temperature very well, and it doesn't burn your mouth at all when you drink it."
"loquacious!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei snatched the tea cup from An Jing's hand and said angrily: "I won't let you drink anymore."
She had worked hard all morning to gather snow and make tea, but it turned out that the water was only of good temperature.
"Madam, I was joking."
When An Jing heard this, he quickly smiled and said: "This tea has a pleasant fragrance, and it has the fragrance of plum blossoms. Not only is the tea good, but the craftsmanship is also excellent. I can't find any faults."
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she slowly filled the tea cup and handed it over again, "This is pretty much it."
At this moment, several cargo ships appeared in the distance. They were loaded with cargo and were moving slowly. The river water on both sides was squeezed away.
"I didn't expect there would be merchant ships in this winter."
An Jing couldn't help but say something when he saw this.
The weather is very cold in winter and the river water can easily freeze, so most cargo ships will be suspended at this time.
Although the Yuzhou River is still passable now, after the heavy snow melts, 80% of the Yuzhou River will freeze, and it will be difficult for various waterways to operate.
I saw two cargo ships approaching and just passed by the boat.
There was a military flag on the cargo ship, and there were some sergeants wearing armor on both sides, which made An Jing even more curious.
Imperial cargo ship!?
"Dr. Xiaoan!"
At this time, a voice came from the cargo ship.
An Jing followed the sound and saw He Ping, who was wearing a coarse shirt on the deck, waving to him.
He Ping originally mainly worked for the Su family's ships. After the Su family was overthrown, the Cao family took over most of the Su family's business, while He Ping continued to make a living on the dock as a laborer. Anyway, for them, helping
It's the same for everyone who works, as long as they pay.
Compared to the Su family, the Cao family actually gave more money.
"Are you still going to work today?"
An Jing smiled and said.
He Ping couldn't hold back the smile on his face, "The wood and some rocks from Lingnan will be taken to Faxi Temple. This is the last trip at the end of the year, and there will be more next year."
For Caoding people like them on the dock, they are not afraid of too much cargo, nor of hardship and fatigue, but they are afraid of not being able to endure the hardship and fatigue.
An Jing raised his head and asked, "Are they all from Faxi Temple?"
The renovation of Faxi Temple was funded by the imperial court, which is of great significance.
I remember it is recorded in the history books that after the Zhenyi Sect became the state religion, the Yan Dynasty began to build Taoist temples in various places, and invited the disciples of the Zhenyi Sect to go down the mountain and sit in Taoist temples in various places to preach and preach to the world.
The Zhenyi Sect enjoyed the incense of all people, and gradually prospered. Not only did it spread far and wide in the world, but also everyone worshiped it and believed in it.
Now the imperial court is starting to build Faxi Temple and other ancient temples, which seems to be a sign.
The Buddhist Pure Land is really going eastward.
An Jing suddenly felt at ease.
Zhao Qingmei on the side was calm. She knew the news about Buddhism's eastward journey much faster than An Jing. As early as three days ago, the news about Yujing City reached her hands.
Except for Faxi Temple, all the remaining ancient temples in Dayan have been renovated, and new temples will be built in some places.
The Pure Land of Buddhism, the Bodhisattva Universal Wisdom, came in person and sat in Dayan, chanting sutras and preaching.
The Bodhisattva status is a master in the master realm. The presence of a master master shows that Buddhism attaches great importance to this, and the Yan Dynasty is also sincere in repairing the ancient temple.
It seems that the Yan Dynasty is determined to win over the Pure Land of the Western Regions.
"Yes, it is said that Faxi Temple will be renovated. Dr. Xiaoan, I will leave first."
The boats met each other, and He Ping could only wave to An Jing.
"good."
An Ding nodded.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he vaguely felt a trace of evil energy coming from the bottom of the river.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The originally calm water surface suddenly became turbulent.
The boat began to shake violently, and on the cargo ship, the soldiers wearing armor and stomach and Cao Ding standing on the deck were also swaying.
"what's up?"
When Zhao Qingmei saw this, a trace of panic appeared on her face, and then she walked towards An Jing.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
At this moment, the iron tea kettle on the stove also fell down and rolled towards Zhao Qingmei.
If the boiling water above were spilled on a person, a layer of skin would be pulled off.
When Tan Yun saw this, he subconsciously wanted to take action.
"careful!"
Seeing this, An Jing quickly stretched out the oar in his hand, then turned his wrist, and with a 'bang' sound, the iron pot was thrown directly into the water.
The storm was turbulent, but calm soon returned.
"This skill is very good."
Tan Yun was slightly surprised when he saw this scene.
Although Anjing's attack speed just now is not fast, it is not comparable to that of the eight or nine-level fish and shrimps in the world.
really!
Zhao Qingmei was more perceptive than Tan Yun. Although An Jingnei's strength was as strong as a gossamer and not very advanced just now, she was still able to capture it.
He should be practicing martial arts, which is normal. If his family has such advanced martial arts but does not practice, this would make people a little suspicious.
But why did he never tell me or disclose this information, and why did he place those precious martial arts skills randomly?
Thinking of this, Zhao Qingmei became more and more confused.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
An Jing saw that the storm was gradually subsided and quickly stepped forward to check: "Are you injured?"
"I'm fine."
Zhao Qingmei looked frightened and said: "Husband, thank you, otherwise..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Qingmei's face seemed to turn pale.
"Miss, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay. I almost scared my slave to death just now."
When Tan Yun saw this, he felt excited and stepped forward quickly.
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."
An Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.
The situation was critical just now, and he had no choice but to take action. Fortunately, his wife was fine.
Although there was a hint of Qi, even the masters of the Qi Condensation Technique could not see through his cultivation. Naturally, ordinary people Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun could not see the clues.
But the surge of anger just now, could it be that the thousand-year-old black anaconda is about to wake up!?
An Jing and Zhao Qingmei looked normal on the surface, but they had something on their mind.
"Husband, let's go back."
"That's fine."
After what happened, the three of them no longer wanted to enjoy the snow, so they returned the same way.
.........
Afternoon, Jishi Hall, backyard.
"Madam, I'm going to consult a doctor first."
An Jing shouted and hurried away with the medicine box.
"Okay, come back early." Zhao Qingmei nodded, and then walked to the backyard.
Tan Yun walked to the door and after An Jing had left, he quickly entered the room and said, "Miss, my uncle seems to have some cultivation skills. He said that he only learned boxing and kicking from Han Wenxin and some martial arts masters. It seems that he has not
It’s not simple.”
An Jing knocked the iron kettle away with a paddle in his hand today. He definitely didn't look like an eighth- or ninth-grade fisherman.
As long as you practice boxing and kicking for a few years, you can reach the eighth or ninth level. However, starting from the seventh level is not normal. You need to cultivate the internal energy, which is commonly known as internal power.
Although An Jing never told the two of them that he had internal power, nor did he say that he didn't, An Jing said that he had practiced some superficial kung fu with his martial arts master and Han Wenxin.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this means that one has not developed inner strength through cultivation.
After all, Han Wenxin himself is only at the peak of the seventh rank. He has been practicing for decades with his master of the five senses. Without the mental method, he can only be at the eighth or seventh rank at most. How high can the strength of Anjing taught by him be?
?
"There is a faint trace of Qi."
Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly, "He must have practiced martial arts in the utility room center."
If the Qi machine is not strong enough, there are only two situations: one is that it is very weak, and the other is that the Qi machine is hidden too cleverly.
"That is to say, my uncle is not a fool. He neglects to cultivate his great ideas."
Tan Yun curled his lips, and then said worriedly: "It seems that my qualifications are not high. Such a top-notch mentality is not much different from Han Wenxin and others."
Han Wen's newly cultivated mental skills are definitely not as advanced as the martial arts in the utility room, but he is at the peak of the seventh rank, and is about to reach the sixth rank. My uncle seems to be not much different from him, which shows the difference in qualifications.
The two of them didn't think An Jing could hide so well from their eyes, especially Zhao Qingmei.
She is cultivating the Heavenly Demon Vientiane. Not to mention ordinary experts, even some masters can detect the energy in her body. Tan Yun is also from the Demon Sect and is also very proficient in the concealment method. Once the inner breath is closed on weekdays,
Qi Ji, when he doesn't take action, he is just an ordinary person.
Can An Jing hide his energy like this from them?
They don't really believe it.
Tan Yun fell into deep thought: "My uncle's strength is not high, but why can he get so many martial arts skills?"
Zhao Qingmei also felt a little weird, but today's trip solved a doubt lingering in her heart.
It would be really strange to maintain such a good martial arts mentality and not practice it.
The only thing that puzzled her now was where this martial arts mentality came from.
.........
Outside Yuzhou City, Qinghe Wharf.
An Jing used Ghost Valley to get rid of Shui Yue, who had been following him jealously, and then put on a navy blue cloak and arrived at Qinghe Pier.
At this time, Qinghe Pier was in a mess. There were traces of being washed by the river everywhere on the shore. There were two fishermen gathering their fish baskets with sighs.
"It's really unlucky that the big black fish I just caught is gone."
"Do you think this is unlucky? I had a fish catch all afternoon some time ago, and the catch weighed about twenty kilograms. The waves swept in, and not all of it was lost in the end."
"What's going on? Why are there so many waves at this pier recently?"
"Is it possible that too much fishing has made the river god angry?"
"Where did the river god come from? Stop talking nonsense."
"Let's go, let's go, we can't fish today."
........
After listening to the words of the two fishermen, An Jing glanced at Qinghe Pier, and then his thoughts returned to the Book of the Earth.
Tip 1: The host’s fate has not yet taken root (Yue August), so people must not learn the host’s identity when using martial arts, otherwise they will get a black opportunity.
Tip 2: There is a thousand-year-old black anaconda under the Qinghe Pier. This strange beast is extremely rare. If you kill it, you can get a blue opportunity (it contains pills).
Tip three: There is a thousand-year-old black anaconda under the Qinghe Pier. This strange beast is extremely rare. If you surrender it, you can get a green opportunity (it can turn into a dragon).
Tip 4: The host is close to the strange beast Thousand-Year Black Anaconda, and the Thousand-Year Black Anaconda gradually wakes up. If it wakes up, the host will get a black opportunity.
.........
An Jing frowned as he looked at the description on the book.
He remembered that when he first came, the book on the earth described that the thousand-year-old black anaconda was still sleeping, and that after waking up, there would be unprecedented black opportunities.
What was still sleeping now has become fully awakened, and the unprecedented black opportunity has become a black opportunity.
An Jing thought for a moment and analyzed: "This thousand-year-old black anaconda is really about to wake up. With my current strength, it seems that I am still extremely reluctant to deal with him..."
"But its inner elixir is a good thing. If there are experts to help, there might be a chance."
An Jing couldn't help but sigh, he couldn't reveal his identity, otherwise he might be able to kill this thousand-year-old black anaconda by making friends with some martial arts masters.
The master he is most familiar with now is Old Man Li Fuzhou. If he asked him to cooperate with him to kill the thousand-year-old black anaconda, An Jing would not do this even if he was beaten to death.
Old Man Li is very sinister, and he is a member of the Demon Cult, and his reputation in the Dayan River is not good... Who knows if this old boy will take advantage of others.
"When I understand the fifth realm and improve my cultivation a little more, I might have a chance."
An Jing took a deep breath, straightened his body, and headed towards the graveyard in the north of Yuzhou City.
Today I will find an opportunity to take out the sword intent on the Suppressing Evil Sword and study it. Maybe there will be some mysteries and opportunities.
Following the dry twigs, we soon arrived at the mass graves in the north of the city.
An Jing walked slowly to the tree where the Suppressing Evil Sword was originally buried, and carefully peeled away the snow and soil on it.
This place is sparsely populated, and most people would rather take a detour than pass through it. No one wants to see the gloomy graves, for fear of provoking unclean things, so Anjing is not afraid of others discovering him.
I saw the simple and vicissitudes of the evil-suppressing sword lying quietly in the soil.
"Buzz!"
As if he felt An Jing, he actually let out a crisp Zen sound.
An Jing carefully took out the Suppressing Evil Sword and put it in his hand.
The sword body of the Suppressing Evil Sword is still covered with bright red blood. The center of the sword body is dark and has strange lines, and the blade is unparalleledly sharp, with a hint of chill.
An Jing stretched out three fingers and gently touched the sword body.
Last time due to the battle at Sanmiao Mountain and the rush of time, he did not carefully observe the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.
The moment his fingers touched the blade of the sword, a cold feeling came over him, followed by a 'buzzing' sound in his brain.
"Roar!"
That roaring sound resounded in his mind again.
At that moment, he seemed to feel death again.
The sword has been broken and the man has perished.
Amidst the roar of the giant beast, everything seemed to turn into clouds and smoke, without the slightest strength to fight back.
He saw the giant beast running rampant, eating people, being arrogant and cruel, and even had a hint of teasing and ridicule in its eyes.
An Jing looked at the giant beast in front of him, and his heart was filled with shock, a shock that was difficult to express in words.
In front of the ferocious beast, he was filled with powerlessness and could only let the beast devour him.
"call!"
I don't know how much time passed before An Jing slowly opened his eyes. His clothes and hair were soaked with sweat, and he was breathing heavily.
He really felt like he was dead just now.
This is the first time in so many years that he has faced death.
He had never encountered such a situation before.
Looking at the sky with ancient eyes, life is in danger, and when people are about to face death. Only by looking directly at the moment of death can we find the true meaning of life.
Death is the other side of life, annihilating the limits of life and death, thus making life full of vitality.
Calmness, calmness to the end, decisiveness and solitude.
He is sure of himself, and even knows his own weaknesses. He treats himself as harshly and cruelly as he treats his opponents, but also as generous.
Humanity and the happiness of life lie in danger.
Only then can we kill the Buddha when we meet the Buddha, and kill the ancestors when we meet the ancestors.
The flowers that bloom alone in the mountains do not bloom for others, but bloom for their own lives.
An Jing pondered for a long time and said softly: "I understand."
The next moment, a sword seemed to appear in his heart.
.........
Donglin Road, Qifeng Mountains.
The strange mountains stand tall, the mountains are continuous, green and steep, covered with clouds and surrounded by fog.
There is a mountain gate standing in the middle, like a fairyland on earth.
This mountain gate is exactly the mountain gate of Yuheng Sword Sect, one of the seven sects in the world today.
In the Jianghu, if the seven major sects were ranked, then the Zhenyi Sect would definitely overwhelm Yuan Bai and be second to none, and the second-ranked one would also be the undisputed Yuheng Sword Sect.
After all, the head of Yuheng Sword Sect in the previous generation was the most powerful swordsman in the world, known as the Sword God.
Lin Yiyang, the head of the Yuheng Sword Sect of this generation, is one of the five greatest swordsmen in the world, and the swordsman most promising to inherit the mantle of the Sword God.
In addition to the five major sword masters in the Sword Sect, all of whom are famous and unique masters in the world, and the mysterious Ancestral Master Hall, there are countless hidden masters of the Yuheng Sword Sect hidden in the world.
, and the Sword Immortal entered this place back then, and finally became immortal. All these factors allowed Yuheng Sword Sect to firmly establish its existence as the second largest sect among the seven major sects.
On the top of the towering mountains, the vast sea of clouds rolls.
At this time, in the flat ground on the mountainside, there were dozens of disciples of the Yuheng Sword Sect practicing their swords.
"Who do you think is the most powerful swordsman in the world?"
"Heavenly Sword has been sitting in the Sword Tomb for thirty years without being born, but he has taught thousands of swordsmen. This man must be the most powerful master of swordsmanship."
"I think Gui Gu Sword Immortal's strength is not bad."
"Liu Tong, you fart, the most powerful swordsman in the world is on top of the mountain of my Yuheng Sword Sect."
"That's right. Who can match the Master's swordsmanship?"
"The five great swordsmen have never competed with each other. It's hard to say which one is stronger and which one is weaker."
"However, whoever can reach the sixth realm first in the world today will be the best swordsman in the world."
...........
These disciples of Yuheng Sword Sect chatted one by one. Although the topic of the best swordsman in the world is already a cliché, no matter how many times it is discussed, it is still talked about.
A woman wearing white clothes, with an ordinary appearance and a little bit of good looks, holding a long sword, walked slowly along the mountain road in the big cow hillock on the mountainside.
"Hush...Master Uncle Qiu is here!" "Greetings, Master Uncle Qiu!"
The disciples present saw the woman approaching and quickly bowed their hands respectfully.
"Practice your sword well, and maybe one of the best swordsmen in the world will be selected from among you in the future."
The woman also heard the disciples talking and couldn't help but laugh.
A courageous disciple laughed and said: "Uncle Qiu is really joking. We are all stupid. If we can reach the fourth realm, our ancestors will smoke. How can we reach the rumored sixth mirror."
Everyone knows that Uncle Qiu Wanxia Qiu is the kindest elder in the entire Yuheng Sword Sect.
The disciple next to him sighed: "Yes, we don't know when we can reach this third realm."
For ordinary swordsmen, they are trapped in the third realm. How can they talk about the fourth realm, fifth realm, or even the rumored sixth realm?
"Practice diligently, and one day you will be able to succeed."
Qiu Wanxia smiled faintly, then walked towards the top of the mountain holding her sword.
"Uncle Qiu is such a kind person."
"Yes, she is the most kind elder of our Yuheng Sword Sect."
"I heard that she volunteered to be the Sword Master's Attendant. Is it true?"
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Looking at Qiu Wanxia's back, all the disciples present showed admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
Stepping on the stone steps, Qiu Wanxia arrived at the top of the mountain in a short time.
At this time, there was a huge square platform on the top of the mountain. There were clouds and smoke all around, and the ravine was low, and it seemed that the mortal world could not be seen.
There was a man sitting cross-legged in the center of the stage. He looked to be in his early thirties, his facial features were as sharp as a knife, his eyes were closed, and his white clothes were fluttering in the breeze, making a hunting sound.
This man is none other than Lin Yiyang, the current head of the Yuheng Sword Sect and one of the five greatest swordsmen in the world.
"Brother, I'm here."
Qiu Wanxia walked to Lin Yiyang and said.
Lin Yiyang slowly opened his eyes and said, "Yeah."
The moment his eyes opened and closed, it was like a ray of light appeared in the darkness.
Qiu Wanxia smiled and said, "Senior brother, why did you call me here?"
"It's time to go down the mountain."
Lin Yiyang said.
"Go down the mountain!?"
Qiu Wanxia asked: "Brother, didn't you say you had to reach the sixth mirror before going down the mountain?"
Lin Yiyang had said before that he had to reach the sixth mirror before going down the mountain. Only when he reached the sixth mirror could he have a chance to defeat Xiao Qianqiu. Otherwise, even if his cultivation reached the master level, he would not be Xiao Qianqiu's opponent.
Lin Yiyang stood up slowly, came to the sea of clouds, and looked down at the vast expanse. "I think this time down the mountain, I can reach the sixth mirror. My sword intention has become perfect, and it's time to sharpen my sword."
Qiu Wanxia thought for a while and then asked: "Who do you want to sharpen your sword with, senior brother?"
Lin Yiyang opened his lips and said word by word: "Universal Bodhisattva."
Qiu Wanxia was not surprised at all by this name, and said slowly: "He is a master in the master realm."
The undercurrent of Buddhism's eastward journey has spread throughout the world. Now everyone knows that Buddhism is about to return. Although the imperial court supports Buddhism's eastward journey, there are many different voices in the world.
Hundreds of years ago, when the world was still at war with the Nine Kingdoms, the Yuheng Sword Sect had a bloody feud with Buddhism, and even such a large sect as the Yuheng Sword Sect was almost wiped out because of Buddhism.
Then Buddhism was expelled to the Pure Land, and the Yuheng Sword Sect could be said to have exerted all its strength.
Nowadays, Buddhism's eastward journey seems to pose the greatest threat to Zhenyi Sect, but the one who least wants to see this scene is the Yuheng Sword Sect.
The depth of this hatred is still unforgettable to the people of Yuheng Sword Sect.
Although they are unwilling, the matter has become a foregone conclusion. Now that the imperial court is escorting and providing strong support, whoever dares to make a mistake will be treason and disobedience!
Xuanyiwei's sword hanging on the rivers and lakes kills those who are rebellious and rebellious in the rivers and lakes, and there is also a temple named Wuhou with 500,000 iron armors standing in his way. Now that there is no war, which sect can withstand 500,000 iron armors!
?
Although many people were dissatisfied, they could only remain silent.
The person who made the Buddhist journey east this time was the Bodhisattva Puhui, a well-known master. With him in charge, the opposition voices in the world were reduced by more than half.
"Grandmaster, isn't it a good sword-sharpening stone?"
Lin Yiyang's eyes were dark and he said: "I heard that his disciple Fa Zhi died in Faxi Temple in Jiangnan Province. After he is over, he will go to Faxi Temple to preach and preach Buddhism."
"After the New Year, I will go to Yuzhou City to consult Buddha."
Qiu Wanxia knew her senior brother very well, and she liked the arrogance in her bones. She didn't say anything more, but nodded and said: "Okay."
A half-step master challenges a master, and this talent is rare in the world.
Because everyone who has reached this level knows the difference between a master and a half-step master.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Yiyang glanced at his junior sister and said.
"It's good to go down the mountain. It's been a long time since I went down the mountain with my senior brother."
Qiu Wanxia shook her head, then thought of something and said, "When I came here, I heard from my traveling disciples that there seemed to be a great swordsman in Yuzhou City."
Lin Yiyang said calmly: "It's just the skills of a chicken, a tile dog, and a three-legged cat."
He had also heard about the swordsman in Yuzhou City who was praised to the heaven. It was like this in the world of martial arts. He liked to praise and kill him. He didn't know how many young heroes died for some false fame.
If you kill a few masters at random, you will be a peerless swordsman. Masters like this appear in the world every year, but they disappear quickly.
Qiu Wanxia smiled and said: "Where is the sword master in the palace? He is a swordsman with the same name as you."
"Twenty years ago, my swordsmanship was extremely poor. Now, after practicing hard for many years, my swordsmanship is only so-so."
The master swordsman was the number one swordsman in the imperial palace and a peerless master in charge of the imperial guards, but Lin Yiyang treated him carelessly.
"What about the Heavenly Sword in the tomb? He is the most famous swordsman in the world today."
"Standing on our own laurels, that's all."
"Where is the Guigu Sword Immortal? An old swordsman who spanned two eras."
"By doing nothing, you can only be the second best in your life, a stepping stone for others."
Qiu Wanxia covered her mouth slightly and said with a smile: "What about you?"
Lin Yiyang raised his eyebrows and said mercilessly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than forty years, and I am still in the fifth realm, and I am nothing more than a mediocre swordsman."
In just a few words, the best swordsmen in the world were reduced to worthless in Lin Yiyang's words.
In his eyes, he doesn't care about anyone, including himself.
"What do you think of my swordsmanship?"
Qiu Wanxia touched the sword in her arms with a hint of teasing in her eyes.
Lin Yiyang suddenly paused and spoke after a long while.