Chapter 64 Looking for the sword and the phoenix coming
Author: Wu Seding
Chapter 64 Looking for the sword and the phoenix coming
At a young age, his master took him to the Terma Palace to practice Taoism. Although he also practiced martial arts on the mountain, it was more used to coordinate with the Qi refining and breathing, to guide the Qi and strengthen the muscles and bones, rather than relying on fists and kicks to follow.
People fight and kill.
This is not because Chang Qing despises those who practice martial arts, because at a young age, he possesses the power of howling wind and thunder to summon divine generals. Those martial arts warriors who have put in countless efforts in martial arts and experienced long-term training
, most of them are vulnerable to Chang Qing's spells, so he naturally feels there is no need to be distracted by martial arts.
However, Chang Qing was greatly shocked by his journey to the Western Regions. The Taoist methods he relied on were once difficult to use, and there was still room for the internal Buddhist skills to be used. The warriors, relying on their powerful aura, could even defeat experts from foreign lands who were proficient in magic.
In addition, I was taught swordsmanship by an expert in the silence last night. The subtleties of it were as bright as evergreen, but I couldn't fully understand them for a while. It can be seen that martial arts is also broad and profound.
Even though he has obtained an excellent swordsmanship, it does not mean that Changqing will suddenly transform and become a master of swordsmanship immediately. At least with his current body, although he is much healthier than ordinary people due to years of breathing and breathing, his meridians can move Qi and his muscles and bones are strong.
, it is simply not enough to unleash the true power of this swordsmanship.
"This young master wants to buy a sword?"
While Chang Qing was conversing with Cheng Sanwu, a short and thin man with a sinister eyebrow and a philistine expression walked up next to him. He had been squatting outside the door of the iron shop since just now, and he was probably eyeing customers like Chang Qing.
"How about it? Do you have swords to sell?" Although Chang Qing stopped, there was an expression of distrust on his face.
"The villain has none, but he knows where to find the best swords." The short and thin man stretched out his arms and gestured: "You two may as well come with me."
Chang Qing was dubious, he looked aside, Cheng Sanwu moved his neck and shoulders, the sun shone from behind him, and the shadow cast completely covered the short and thin man, he grinned: "Okay, you lead the way, I think
Look what kind of fine sword it is, hehe..."
The short and thin man had a sore throat and said with difficulty, "You two are overthinking. What I'm introducing is a serious business."
"Did I say your business is not serious?" Cheng Sanwu asked, crossing his arms.
The short and thin man showed fear on his face, secretly cursing his bad luck, and did not dare to cheat, so he had to lead the two of them out of the East Market and to Xuanyangfang on the west side.
There are also many high-end mansions here, with many people opening their doors on the street. There are many two- and three-story high-rise buildings. There is also a family building a connecting corridor between the terraces. The maids are walking around, and the prostitutes are looking at the pavilion. There are also other buildings in the house.
There are rockeries, forests and pools, which are like jade palaces in fairy palaces, and the extravagance and luxury are evident.
"Tsk, tsk, this posture, I thought Tianxiang Pavilion was luxurious enough, but I didn't expect it to be even more exaggerated here." Cheng Sanwu exclaimed.
Chang Qing frowned: "Such a house with such specifications and looking at the pavilions clearly violates the maintenance system. Isn't there anyone who cares about it?"
"Control? Who dares to take care of it?" The short and thin man leading the way turned back and said with a smile: "The Wannian County Government is here in Xuanyangfang. Have you ever seen them say anything?"
Chang'an City is bounded by Zhuque Street, with Chang'an County to the west and Wannian County to the east. However, in a place like Chang'an where the emperor is at the feet of the emperor and where princes are everywhere, the position of county magistrate is probably extremely difficult to fill, even if it is in charge of civil affairs and anti-theft.
With such a trivial matter, how could one know that one's relatives would not be offended by any big shot? As for the violation of house regulations, naturally it would be better to do less than to do more.
"If the county magistrate can't control it, shouldn't the censor also impeach him?" Changqing asked in a deep voice.
"Impossible, of course!" The short and thin man said without hesitation: "Every year, the imperial censor writes a letter of impeachment, saying that the residences of princes, princes, and ministers violated the regulations, but they all fall into disgrace and are of no use!"
Chang Qing looked ugly, and Cheng Sanwu said carelessly: "Don't think about it, these things are not our responsibility."
At this time, the short and thin man led the two people to a mansion and entered through the side door. Ginkgo trees were planted all over the courtyard. It was already autumn. The leaves of the ginkgo turned yellow and fell on the ground like a pavement of gold. They walked and walked.
The wind blows from my shoulder, causing a burst of yellow leaves to fly around my feet, creating an extraordinary artistic conception.
Someone's voice came from not far away, and a group of men and women in brocade robes could be seen chatting and laughing, walking along the stone steps and paths. Various rare treasures were displayed on the left and right sides, placed on high stands for people to watch.
"What kind of place is this?" Changqing still couldn't help but ask: "If outsiders are allowed to come and go in a luxurious mansion, your master is not afraid of being robbed?"
The short and thin man chuckled and said: "My master said that if a thief can steal something from his house, it proves that the thief is very skillful. If he is willing to pay a return visit, my master will give him money equal to the value of the stolen thing."
, as a gift of invitation.”
"What a loud tone!" Cheng Sanwu laughed: "If I guessed correctly, your master must have raised a group of very powerful servants to protect the courtyard. If those treasure thieves really dare to come, they will beat them without saying a word.
Death. Over time, no thieves will dare to worry about your master's treasure."
The short and thin man praised: "The guest obviously understands the rules of the world."
"Is your master's name Yang Chongyi?" Changqing asked.
"Exactly." After the short and thin man said this, a butler-like figure came over from the opposite side. They each held hands and exchanged names.
"It turns out they are Mr. Chang Qing and Mr. Cheng, whom we have admired for a long time." Even though it was their first meeting, Butler Yang complimented him as usual: "My master has always been willing to make friends with heroes and literati from all walks of life, so he prepared rare treasures from all over the world in this Ginkgo Garden.
For everyone to enjoy."
"Can we just watch and play?" Cheng Sanwu asked curiously.
"If you two distinguished guests like a treasure, you can certainly buy it." Butler Yang replied with a smile.
"Do you also have swords and weapons here?" Mr. Changqing raised his eyes and looked not far away. There were three literati surrounding a bronze wine vessel, seeming to be discussing whether the historical records were accurate.
"Yes." Steward Yang immediately led the way and passed through the verandah to a hall with three walls. There was an open courtyard outside. There were various swords on the weapon racks in the hall, most of which were inlaid with gold, silver, pearls and jade. They were very luxurious.
Changqing looked at it for a few times, raised his hand to take out a sword, and saw that the scabbard was painted vermilion, the sword was decorated with phoenix wings, the sword head was in the shape of Ruyi Ganoderma lucidum, hollowed out, gilded, and inlaid with a fine red jade.
.
Carefully unsheathing the sword, there was no unexpected cold light on the sword. Under the sunlight, it glowed with brilliant red gold, as if there was a phoenix hidden in the sword. An ancient seal was engraved near the sword, filled with the words
Cinnabar and Changqing spent a lot of time studying the ancient characters of talismans and seals in the Terma Palace. They easily identified the words and murmured: "If it is not Wu, it will not live."
"Mr. Changqing is so knowledgeable!" Butler Yang immediately agreed: "This Fenghua sword is a masterpiece of Qizhou swordsmith Yan Youwei. After the sword was made, the Taoist priest of Yangsuiguan was invited to make a
The elixir of the nine-turn fire is embedded in the sword head. When the person holding the sword uses his strength to draw the sword, the elixir will naturally sense it, and the sword will make the sound of phoenixes, which can make evil spirits retreat."
"Yang Suiguan?" Chang Qing raised his eyebrows: "I have heard of them. It is said that they have been studying how to take pill jade. Now it seems that they are planning to change their approach?"
"That's not something a villain can know."
The Taoist outer elixir lineage originated very early, but the refining of the outer elixir is extremely expensive. Not only are the medicines hard to come by, but the temperature of the alchemy is also extremely difficult to master. Once it fails, all previous efforts will be wasted and little will be gained.
Therefore, the inheritance of external elixirs usually relies on emperors and nobles. As far as Changqing knows, there are several Taoist sects in Zhongnan Mountain that are proficient in the refining of external elixirs, and they have close contacts with the princes and nobles of Chang'an.
Daguan Zhenren once said that most of the elixirs produced by these external alchemy sects today are for aphrodisiacs and muscle strength, and it is difficult to expect any brilliant ideas.
And Yangsuiguan is also unique among these external alchemy Taoist sects. They don't care about the five metals and eight stones that are often recorded in Taoist books. Instead, they devote all their attention to studying alchemy and jade, believing that this object is condensed by the vitality of the earth. If it can
If you take it and refine it, you may live longer than Kunwei and become a land immortal.
Chang Qing does know that elixir has the magical function of connecting qi and carrying transformation. Some people will condense magic into elixir, just like using a pot to store water. It can be stored for a long time with little loss. In times of crisis, if
If you don't have time to activate the magic power, you can shatter the magic-storing elixir and cast the magic out of it.
Even though elixirs are produced in many places, this use is too extravagant. Taoist practitioners usually place elixirs in a certain place to connect with Qi, form a formation barrier, and protect the cave dojo.
It was the first time Chang Qing had seen the practice of inlaying elixir jade on weapons like this. He came to the open space, slowly touched the sword body with his fingertips, and then used his strength to execute the moves according to the sword manual he had obtained in his dream last night.
Changqing's martial arts skills are mediocre, and he can't even express his inner strength according to his heart, so he has to adjust his breath and think about it first.
Feeling the inner energy radiating along the back and arm, the red jade inlaid on the sword's head flashed slightly, and the sword's edge indeed made a crisp sound. It was clearer than when the sword was shaken by luck, and the red gold light of the sword's body was more conspicuous.
It has to be said that this Fenghua sword is extremely exquisite. Not only is it beautifully decorated, but the fact that the sword generates the sound of phoenix due to the elixir and jade makes this sword comparable to a magic weapon.
Although Butler Yang didn't say it, Chang Qing felt that the Fenghua Sword itself could also assist in casting spells, especially the sword that produced Fengming. If it could be slightly adjusted, it could fit the bell and drum rhythm of Huangguan in Kongtong Mountain.
This Fenghua Sword alone is enough to show that Yang Chongyi's family fortune is rich. For some Taoist sects, the Fenghua Sword is a rare treasure. Yang Chongyi shows it out so openly for people to appreciate, and he does not regard money as money.
Money.
Changqing sighed softly, sheathed the sword, and gently played with the hilt. Upon seeing this, Butler Yang asked: "Mr. Changqing, do you think Fenghua Sword has any shortcomings?"
"This... is not something that can be said easily." Changqing originally wanted to show off, but he suddenly felt that by revealing it to others like this, he would make them look down on him.
Sure enough, Butler Yang said with some urgency: "My master has said that if the guests who come to the Ginkgo Garden can point out the defects and shortcomings of the treasure, they will be given it as a courtesy."
On the side, Cheng Sanwu looked at several knives and curled his lips. Hearing these words, he interrupted: "I thought I just gave this sword to us!"
"The guests were joking." Butler Yang responded with a smile, without any embarrassment.
Just as Chang Qing was about to explain, there was a sudden burst of laughter as he approached, and he saw four men in brocade clothes arriving. The leader of the group, with eyebrows flying into his temples and a face as pink as powder, was none other than Du Jianzhang whom he met on the road when he first came to Chang'an.
When Du Jianzhang was talking, he saw Cheng Sanwu, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily: "Why is it you?!"
"Huh? Who?" Cheng Sanwu was stunned for a moment and looked at Du Jianzhang looking up and down with a little disdain: "Oh, it's you. Are you teasing a woman again?"
No one expected that Cheng Sanwu would say this on such an occasion. Du Jianzhang's face froze, and then he gritted his teeth and looked at Butler Yang: "Ginkgo Garden is really hopeless, do you even want to entertain such a country man?"
Butler Yang never expected that these two people had a grudge, so he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Du is going to laugh, my master invites guests from all over the world to the Ginkgo Garden, regardless of their origins. It's rare for Mr. Du to come here in person, so what's the point?"
, just ask, if you don’t have it now, Ginkgo Garden will buy it immediately.”
Du Jianzhang happened to see the Fenghua Sword in Changqing's hand, raised his finger and shouted: "This is the sword I want!"
Changqing frowned slightly and said nothing. Butler Yang was in trouble. Du Jianzhang was born in the Jingzhao Du family, so he naturally had to be well served, and the Yang family's business was able to reach the scale it is today thanks to the support of the Jingzhao wealthy family.
But my master also told me that the treasures in the Ginkgo Garden should be bought by people who know the goods, so that they can create many good relationships.
Butler Yang could tell that Chang Qing was not an ordinary person. He recognized the ancient seal on Fenghua Sword at a glance, and was familiar with the Taoist sect's history. He thought he was a practitioner of Taoism. If he could make friends with this person, he would be very important to the Yang family.
It is a great advantage, and it is better than blindly fawning over a dandy like Du Jianzhang.
Seeing that Butler Yang did not act in time, Du Jianzhang immediately became angry: "Okay! Do Yang Chongyi's slaves dare to be disobedient? Are you selling swords to such rural villagers, do you not take our Jingzhao Du clan seriously?"
This question was completely unreasonable. Chang Qing even felt that Du Jianzhang was just acting like a child. The more ill-educated a playboy he is, the more he likes to talk about his family background.
Butler Yang suppressed his dissatisfaction and apologized repeatedly. He came to Changqing and said in a low voice: "I really made Mr. Changqing laugh. Since the money and goods have not been paid yet, I wonder if I can give up the Fenghua Sword to Mr. Du... Ginkgo
Yuan will not treat you badly, and I will make amends later!"
Changqing did smile. He had no intention of buying the Fenghua Sword in the first place. Just seeing the pile of gorgeous decorations, he could imagine how expensive this sword was.
"Just give it to him." Changqing handed over the Fenghua Sword, not wanting to get entangled with Du Jianzhang, and turned to look at the other swords.
Du Jianzhang took the Fenghua Sword from Butler Yang, and without asking how much it was worth, he immediately pulled out the sword and pointed at Cheng Sanwu:
"You, a village man, ruined my good deeds last time, so today I will make you suffer a little!"
Steward Yang wanted to dissuade him, but the Fenghua sword was very sharp and Du Jianzhang swung it left and right, scaring everyone to get out of the way.
There was no fear on Cheng Sanwu's face. Instead, he looked leisurely and contented. He leaned against the pillar and crossed his arms across his chest: "There are many people who use swords and knives. If I don't stop in time, I will chop you to death on the spot. The government will
They are going to arrest me and hold me accountable."