Yusha

Chapter 35 Danxia's practice sword Yuming (4K)

In Lingqiu Mountain.

Chu Weiyang stopped briefly in the collapsed tunnel hole.

The surrounding terrain is fairly open, and although there is gradually some humidity in late spring, it has not rained for several days, and the environment is not muddy yet.

Leaning on a dusty bluestone slab that would shake off the powder after a little rubbing, Chu Weiyang drew out the long sword in his hand, and carefully held a square-cut animal hide in one hand.

In the center of the animal hide, among the fluffy hair, is a layer of black medicinal mud.

At this moment, Chu Weiyang was holding the palm-sized animal skin and wiping it on the long sword bit by bit.

According to Guanshi Ma, such refined long swords made by the Jianzong style are made of thick materials, but the quality is still in the category of ordinary iron, so no matter how many times they are hammered and forged, the finished long sword is only seemingly smooth and flawless , in fact, there are still flaws that are far more subtle than ordinary senses.

This was originally a disadvantage of refining the long sword, but now it has become an advantage, allowing this layer of really fine and smooth black medicinal paste to carefully infiltrate and inlay into the roughness and blemishes on the surface of the long sword.

"If you want to talk about the sword of killing, you should use it to the extreme. You should use all your strength in a single sword. Only in this way can it be said that the sword has no regrets!"

This is still the truth that Guanshi Ma taught Chu Weiyang.

It's just that as a non-staff member of the Sword Sect and an escaped prisoner from the Xiubian Sect, Chu Weiyang tried his best to use all his abilities in a single strike, which was probably different from ninety-nine percent of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Over and over again, Chu Weiyang carefully wiped the blade of the long sword tirelessly, and carefully took care of the sharp edge of the long sword, lest there would be small scratches on his hand.

After a long time, the long sword that was originally bright silver turned into a silver-gray color after being wiped by Chu Weiyang, as if it had been covered with a matte layer.

Especially dissatisfied, Chu Weiyang shook his wrist, and saw the jade snake humming and protruding its head, the snake letter spat out, and a stream of venom sprayed evenly on the sword.

It was as if the lacquer had been poured on the matte layer again. While the venom was still wet and not completely dry, Chu Weiyang picked up the animal skin that was stained with the medicine mud and wiped the sword again and again.

The medicinal mud is already a wonderful poison brewed over the years, and then mixed with the jade snake venom bred by the secret method of "Qingzhudanjing", Chu Weiyang wanted an effect-no matter who was hit by such a sword, don't want it Think about the antidote again, and see if you can survive is the only way to survive!

Swish-!
Finally, when Chu Weiyang held the long sword in front of his eyes again.

The gloomy sword light reflected the young and deep eyes, and the flash of spiritual light seemed to be intertwined with thunder and fire!
-
In the building of picking rain.

In the empty hall, all the tables and chairs had been cleaned up by Chunyu Huai.

On the four walls, strings of high and low lamps, candles and incense stands are hung obliquely.

At this moment, incense candles are lingering all around, and the little swaying flames are strewn with the hanging highlands. At first glance, it seems that the sky is surrounded by stars. In the chaos, there is a deep truth.

In just tens of breaths of time, the curling smoke lingered in the narrow room. Suddenly, it was like a mist, and in the haze, Chunyu Huai stood in the center of the hall, with a silver basin in front of him.

At this moment, Chunyu Huai was taking out a jade pot, tilting the body of the pot, and poured a thick and clear slurry into the silver basin.

Immediately, the rich aroma of medicinal herbs and spirits permeated the air, and soon merged with the scent of sandalwood in the smoke from all around.

The smell suddenly became complicated, it wasn't very pleasant, but just a light sniff, it could lift people's spirits, and it felt like it was going to penetrate from the zenith to the soles of the feet.

Sniffing very much, seeing that all the wine was poured into the basin, Chunyu Huai put away the jade pot, turned his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, Chunyu Huai pinched a stack of talismans hands.

Chunyu Huai picked up a talisman with his sword fingers, and did not make any other movements. He just pinched two fingers together, and the talisman was wrapped in bright yellow fireworks.

Seeing that the fire was burning brightly, without waiting for all the talismans themselves to be burned to ashes, Chunyu Huai directly threw the talismans in his hand into the silver basin.

Strange to say, the talisman paper caught fire and fell into the elixir liquor in the basin. The talisman was not seen floating or sinking to the bottom, but hung dangling in the center; the fire was never full or weak. The talismans were still burning bit by bit, turning into ashes.

But from the beginning to the end, the strong smell of wine remained, but the wine was not ignited by the fire.

It seems to have been expected.

Chunyu Huai didn't look carefully into the silver basin, he just made one movement after another, and threw the thick stack of talismans into the silver basin in the same way.

Even if the liquor still didn't burn, such open flames had already made the pill boil hot, and wisps of mist evaporated from the basin.

If you look carefully, there seems to be a little spiritual light in the wisps of mist, looming like stars, restraining the mist hanging above the silver basin, and no longer dispersing. The incense candles and fireworks on the wall reflect each other.

It seems that the sky is full of stars around the body, and it seems that the sky is full of stars in front of my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Chunyu Huai pushed the Jinshan upside-down jade pillar, knelt straight in front of the silver basin, turned his hands and picked up three sticks of incense sticks, and kowtowed continuously, his vague voice seemed to be reciting, praying, crying...

"Heart-eating Curse—"

"On the nine-story altar, in the eight-treasure purple mansion."

"Turning thousands of kalpas and staying in Tingchang, mastering ten thousand dharmas and being named Danxia."

"Cross the magpie bridge and sway the rain, and cross the Kunlun to conquer the dragon and tiger."

"Crossing the shadows to cross the calamities, and clearing the sun to dispel disasters."

"Because he is a disciple, he eats his heart and calls for his life."

"Supreme and supreme, dear relatives and teachers."

"Tingchang Mountain Dao Palace plays Lingdanxia Yuanjun's old mother."

"Supreme and supreme, dear relatives and teachers."

"Tingchang Mountain Dao Palace plays Lingdanxia Yuanjun's old mother."

"Supreme and supreme, dear relatives and teachers."

"Tingchang Mountain Dao Palace—play Ling Danxia Yuanjun's old mother!"

When the words fell, the incense stick in Chunyu Huai's hand burned to ashes and dust in a breath, and the haze hung over the silver basin wrapped in spiritual light.

Wisps of mist that were originally steaming up are now surrounded by the haze, wrapped together and rolled up in groups. When you look at it, it seems that Qingyun is shaking, it is the vast sea of ​​clouds above the sky, and it is the sky above the sea of ​​clouds. !

The only bright yellow color is Dan Xing, Xia Guang!
The next moment, Danxia's old mother's old voice was transmitted from the hanging sun mirror wheel.

"Son, you may have caused trouble this time. If you can come back to the mountain alive, grandma will not spare you! Oh, your eldest aunt also said that she wants to use a cane to spank your ass..."

Danxia's old mother's voice was very kind, although her words were not merciless, but the kind tone was like a soft slap, and she was reluctant to use half of her strength.

But hearing Danxia's old mother's voice, Chunyu Huaideng was shaking like chaff.

From the beginning to the end, Chunyu Huai hardly even dared to raise his head.

"Grandma...Grandma! Don't you call me Huai'er anymore? It's all Huai'er's fault, I came here because of my greed! I just thought, this is the best opportunity, if it's that person I am far away, and if that person is detained by Jianzong, I am afraid that this matter will never be completed... Grandson knows that grandson is self-willed, but grandma, you have to help me..."

At the end, Chunyu Huai's crying gradually calmed down, full of impatience.

What responded to Chunyu Huai was a sneer from Danxia's old mother.

"There is no day of consummation? Silly boy, how capable are you, and how far can you look ahead in this world, and you are worthy of saying such things in front of grandma?"

"It's Jie Yunfeng who wants to go through the catastrophe to mend scriptures, not our Tingchang Mountain who wants to be reborn - on the day the sect was established, the gods wrote down the fate, how can you be so unreasonable and eat meat in other people's bowls?" of?"

"It's not that you are not allowed to eat, but you have to pay attention to the method, and you need to have the appearance to eat!"

"Long ancient history, vast mountains, countless rises and falls of sects, but you have heard that when a family established a sect, it took away the legal system of other families in a complete manner, without showing any face, and without showing any respect for its own moral system. No?"

"Even the Demon Gate in the south of the river is not like this... lowly!"

"Don't make any sense. You want us to offend a sworn enemy before Tingchang Mountain becomes a holy place?"

"Raising you under her knees, from such a small child until today, grandma actually understands your heart for the first time!"

"If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have let you know about the spirits in the Demon Cave of Jianzong Township in the first place."

"You still want to keep it a secret, but grandma knew from the very beginning that a small half of the spirit is on your body!"

"With this small half of the spiritual things in hand, when their family really starts to mend the sutras, when it really comes to the most critical time, grandma can discuss with them whether to advance or retreat, and don't ask for any sword sutras that open the sky In the future, when we have to reinvent ourselves, invite them to come to watch the ceremony with a few Jindan Taoist friends, and we will be able to eliminate [-]% of the disasters out of thin air!"

"Or grandma will take this place for you first. If you have a spirit thing, you have luck. When the time comes, the raw rice will be cooked. If you cut off Yunfeng's lineage and then want to go through the calamity and mend the scriptures, then All the disciples are unbearable, so I have to invite you to start!"

"Although the saying is traditionally a bit awkward, in order to complete the scriptures, everyone on Jie Yunfeng has to pinch their noses to recognize you."

"At that time, you will be a child of Dongshan Chunyu's family, a good grandson of the master of the Tingchangshan dojo, and a Daoist of Jieyunfeng's mend scriptures! The future Zhangfeng! The destined golden core monk!"

"At that time, the foundations of the three families were all handed over to you willingly!"

"Grandma didn't tell you about this before, but I really thought about it from the bottom of my heart. Which one of this situation is not better than your current thinking!"

"Now that you have run to the south of the river alone, if something goes wrong and you hurt your life, and you lose the spiritual object, then when the chickens fly to the egg and grandma is killed, it's okay to use you as a good grandson to stop the disaster. not good?"

Saying this, Chunyu Huai's body trembled again, but at the end, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the Danxia mirror wheel with a look of remorse in his eyes.

"Grandma... this..."

As Qingyun turned around, the more and more intense spiritual light condensed little by little, and after a while, the illusory figure of Danxia's old mother had already appeared in front of Chunyu Huai.

"Son, when you made a mistake for the first time, Dongshan Chunyu's family destroyed a whole village."

"When you made a mistake last time, almost a mountain of people died in Jianzong's town of Moku."

"Didn't you even see these things?"

"If you make a mistake once, someone needs to pay the price for you!"

"That old Taoist priest in Qinghai is guarding grandma and me at the mouth of the Chalcedony River. It's hard for me to make a move, but I have to find a way to protect you and that little half-spiritual creature."

"This is the true spirit of your great aunt..."

"She can't spank you with the cane..."

"Thousands of mistakes, you shouldn't have taught your eldest aunt to give you the talisman to escape from the mountain gate, and taught her to lie to me!"

"She is my personal disciple!"

"Grandma used a secret method to suppress her true spirit on your altar, and before that wisp of true soul flies away, she will protect you completely!"

"If the departure goes smoothly, she may still have a remnant soul to return to the mountain gate. If there are more accidents..."

"This is the price for your mistakes!"

At the end of the story, Chunyu Huai's eyes were red, and he looked at the Danxia mirror wheel in disbelief.

Amidst the layers of mist and mist, a little bit of spiritual light condensed in the palm of Danxia's mother's phantom form. In that ray of dim spiritual light, it seemed that one could clearly hear the flickering sound of mournful wailing.

The voice made Chunyu Huai tremble and couldn't speak.

In the same place, there was almost no smile on Danxia's mother's face.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of the river mouth, as if she was looking at Taoist Qinghai across the air.

Immediately afterwards, the old mother raised her hand, pinched the true wandering soul, supported it with a seal, and pressed it straight into the center of Chunyu Huai's eyebrows.

The boy's eyes became dim over time.

He was clearly still deadlocked in place, but Danxia's mother seemed to be looking at another person.

"Do it well, if things are done well, Grandma can give you a way to survive..."
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On the outskirts of Lingqiu Mountain, in the lush sea of ​​trees, as the sky gradually darkened, Xie Jiang and Jin Guan stared at the surrounding mist, as if seeing the vastness of the world for the first time.

Especially Jin Guan, who raised his eyebrows, even the common herbal medicines around seemed to be a little more novel in his eyes.

Is this the world to the south of the river? Is this the rumored boundless wilderness where demon cultivators and casual cultivators wreak havoc...

Thinking of this, the pungent and fishy smell of the evil aura almost permeates the fragrance of the grass and soil.

But just when Jin Guan became more and more relaxed and happy, Xie Jiang at the side pulled out his sword and laid it in front of him.

Flipping the other hand, Xie Jiang solemnly pinched a palm-sized sword-shaped jade talisman on his fingertips.

The sword symbol is engraved with dragon patterns and phoenix seal characters, and the precious light is looming.

With just one glance, Jin Guan stared so hard that his eyeballs almost fell off.

"This--! Sister--!"

"This is Master Qingquan's..."

"How did you bring this out!"

Hearing this, Xie Jiang gave Jin Guan a hard look, and stopped his exclamation.

"If Master hadn't handed this thing over to me, in the vast sea of ​​trees, how could I sense the sword's intent and look for that spiritual thing?"

"Does it depend on the cause and effect of the troubles on your body?"

When the voice fell, Xie Jiangqing held up the sword talisman and lightly tapped on the body of his long sword.

For a time, the sound of swords lingered and continued.

(End of this chapter)