The Birth of a Tianjiao Chapter 9: The World's Treasure
Yangshuo, Guangxi, is like spring all year round; the sea of flowers is full of fragrance.
The General's Mansion is located in Yangshuo City, Guangxi. After General Li Ji put down the Nanzhao Rebellion, the imperial court conferred Li Ji a second-class marquis to guard Guangxi.
Since Li Ji led 100,000 Ming Dynasty soldiers and horses to station in Guangxi, Guangxi and Guizhou have been peaceful, and the ethnic minorities no longer dare to rebel.
In the meeting hall of the General's Mansion, a young general of fifteen or sixteen years old stood proudly. He had a silver helmet, thick hands and feet, and eyes like lightning. He was Li Tianba, the son of Li Ji.
Li Ji was sitting on the main seat, with a middle-aged general standing next to him. This man had an impressive head and a gentle manner.
"Tianba, some detectives have discovered clues to the Houyuan treasure in Liaodong." Li Ji said in a deep voice.
Li Tianba's eyes lit up when he heard this. "I heard that the treasure of Hou Yuan is astonishingly rich. If we can get it, it will be enough to equip an army of more than 200,000 people!" He responded with a loud voice.
Li Ji nodded slightly, "My father obtained half of the treasure map from Huang Pu back then, and the other half of the treasure map is said to be in the hands of Fang Xiaoru's descendants."
"Ten members of the Fang Xiaoru clan were killed, and the treasure map was missing. My father spent ten years undercover and secretly investigating, and only then did I get the news!"
"Dad, this matter shouldn't be made public. How about letting the child take someone to get the treasure and present it to dad?" Li Tianba shouted softly.
Hearing this, Li Ji and the general beside him looked at each other and smiled.
"Dad has this intention. This matter is of great importance. I have an official position and cannot act rashly, otherwise I will be investigated by the Jin Yiwei!"
"My son has unparalleled martial arts skills, is brave and resourceful, and is the best candidate." Li Ji lightly twirled his beard, "I will send your uncle Chi Tianhai to disguise himself and take thousands of the general's masters with you to go with you."
He paused and said, "The treasure must be in the Shencheng area. Take the half of the treasure map we have with us. If the time permits, we will take out the treasure and transport it back to Guangxi!"
Li Tianba and General Chi Tianhai in the hall clasped their fists together and took the order to leave.
"If there are treasures to help, we can mobilize 300,000 soldiers and horses to fight for the world!" Li Ji whispered to himself.
Wudang Mountain, Hubei Province, Cuizhu Peak.
The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style. No sentimental tears will be shed by the mottled bamboo, but the spring mountains will turn into snow waves.
In the bamboo forest, a girl in green shirt is practicing Tai Chi.
Hibiscus emerges from the clear water, and the ornaments are naturally removed. This girl is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face, a graceful figure, and bright eyes like a stream of autumn water.
The wild horse parted its mane, the white crane spread its wings, and she waved the pipa... The girl's every move was completely natural, and her fists contained deep meaning.
As the girl's fist moves unfolded, a breeze blew up in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves seemed to be alive, making a rustling sound.
"Okay!" A soft shout sounded, and Wudang leader Song Qingfeng and two middle-aged Taoist nuns appeared at the edge of the bamboo forest.
The girl withdrew her punches and stepped forward to salute: "Dad, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Feng, why are you here together?" the girl asked softly.
"Shu Ling, your Tai Chi technique is perfect. Has your Tai Chi inner strength broken through the eighth level?" Song Qingfeng asked with a smile.
"Yes, my child just broke through the eighth level of Tai Chi's inner strength the day before yesterday." Song Shuling, the girl in green, answered with a smile.
Hearing this, Song Qingfeng nodded slightly and said to the two Taoist nuns beside him: "What's up? Can you two rest assured? Shu Ling is already a top-notch master in the current martial arts world."
Zhou Yunbi, Feng Xiuxiu and Song Qingfeng are all second-generation Wudang disciples, and their martial arts at this time are still at the peak of the seventh level of internal strength.
Zhou Yunbi, who was slightly chubby, smiled and said: "Shu Ling is really a genius in martial arts. Even the leader only reached the eighth level of internal strength in his thirties."
Song Qingfeng's old face turned red, "Let's get down to business!" He coughed. "The cultivation of inner strength is like sailing against the current. It becomes more and more difficult as time goes by. After the seventh level of inner strength, many martial arts celebrities have practiced hard for ten years before they can achieve inner strength. As soon as you enter the country, Shuling should guard against arrogance and impatience!"
"Kid, remember this!" Song Shuling spat out her sweet tongue.
"News about the Houyuan Treasure has spread from the Northeastern Guandong Sect. It is rumored that half of the treasure map has fallen into the hands of the Golden Sword Sect of Zhongwei City in Shenyang."
"The treasure of Houyuan is related to the safety of the world. Shu Ling, you go down the mountain with your two uncles to explore the whereabouts of the treasure of Houyuan. This trip will be led by your uncle Zhou. You must follow your uncle Zhou's arrangements." Song Qingfeng said sternly.
"Great, I can finally go down the mountain again and walk around the world. It has been more than a year since I last went down the mountain!" Shu Ling clapped her hands and said happily, with two small dimples appearing on her face.
Song Qingfeng looked at the north, with a sad face, and said after a long silence: "If you meet Dugu Ping's descendants during this trip, you need to take more care of them."
Jian'anzhou is in the northeast, adjacent to Goryeo and the Prince of Liao Dynasty. It is already March in spring, but snowflakes are falling in the small courtyard.
A stunningly beautiful girl, waving a long sword in the snow, her white clothes fluttering, like a fairy from heaven.
King Zhu Kai of Liao put his hands behind his back and looked at the girl dancing the sword in the pavilion in the courtyard with a happy smile on his face.
A few feet away from Zhu Kai, stood a beautiful woman. Her face was covered with black gauze and her expression was cold. She was the famous Ice Jade Fairy in the world.
"The princess is talented and intelligent, and her physique is different from ordinary people. Now she has the same skill as me." Having said this, a rare smile appeared on the face of the Ice Jade Fairy. "The princess's Snowflake Divine Sword has been completed. For a few years, it is normal to be alone in the martial arts world."
"There is news about Houyuan's treasure in the Northeast!" King Liao said solemnly. "If we get the treasure, you and I can take revenge."
Hearing this, the Ice Jade Fairy gritted her teeth and said, "I have been waiting for a long time. This time we must get the treasure!"
"You accompany Xian'er to Shenyang Zhongwei and bring 900 experts from the palace with you." King Liao ordered softly.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
"It has been more than six months since I left Xinghai Village," Dugu Xiaotian said to himself, facing the bright moon in the sky.
Over the years, every late night, he would always be alone, silently looking at the bright moon, stroking his father's Pingtian Sword, and strongly missing his deceased parents.
After a while, the spring rain started to fall.
Xiaotian picked up the sword and began to dance the basic sword postures in the rain, lunging and stabbing, turning behind and slashing, raising his knees and slashing flatly, turning around and stabbing down, hanging the sword to thrust straight, and holding the sword with a virtual step...
"You must be sincere when practicing swordsmanship, and your heart must be sincere with the sword, only then can you and the sword become one!". His father's teachings are still in his ears, but he is no longer there. Tears blurred Dugu Xiaotian's eyes.
He poured all the emotion of longing into the sword, and the continuous drizzle seemed to place all the sorrow in the world on him.
"Buzz", the Pingtian Sword cuts through the raindrops, bringing a clear sound. The laughing sky stands blankly like hearing the morning bells and evening drums.
A picture of a slanting wind and drizzle appeared in his mind. The rain was like thousands of threads densely covering every part of the space. It gently soothed Xiaotian's injured heart.
Silk-like light rain fell from the sky. The raindrops were so small and the rain curtains were so dense. They covered the mountains with white gauze like cicada wings, lingering and endless.
"Layer upon layer of waves, continuous drizzle, no beginning and no end!" An idea flashed in Xiaotian's mind, and a blue mist flashed in his mind for a few times. He slowly waved his long sword, and a trace of drizzle appeared.
The lingering artistic conception gradually emerged from the long sword.
The morning light was slightly bright, and a rooster crowed, waking Xiaotian up.
Dugu Xiaotian stopped his sword and stood tall, "Unknowingly, I have been practicing sword practice for five hours, and my Hongmeng Jin has broken through to the early stage of the fifth level."