Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 203 Sword Heart Photo

Everyone looked intently and saw what the old man took out and placed on the table, which was something like a small round mirror.

With just one glance, a knowledgeable person can tell that this is a magic weapon.

Pei Ye also poked his head from a distance and saw that something like this was framed by black metal, but the smooth polished part in the middle was not copper or silver, but vaguely fat and hazy, like jade but not jade, and he couldn't tell what it was for a while.

"Normally, this is for sword cultivators, but everyone can come and try it, as long as it takes about three to five breaths." The old man pointed with a smile, and motioned to the waiter to take it to the field to support it, "There is no cultivation level. You can also play, but you’d better be brave.”

Compared with the cautiousness on the martial arts side, the writing side was actually more eager to give it a try, but upon hearing the last sentence, many people sat down without changing their expressions.

There was also a moment of hesitation on the martial arts side. Although being the first to appear was a good opportunity to show off, it was also easy to make a fool of oneself, especially the so-called "be bolder" which was even more embarrassing.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhang suddenly smiled and said: "Master Sui, I also practice swordsmanship in my spare time. After practicing over the years, I have reached the realm of second life. Why don't you let me try it first, just in case I meet the standards of the Sword Xiu Academy."

Sui Zaihua laughed and said, "Please do as you like."

Zhao Zhang smoothed his sleeves and strode forward. His steps froze as he walked, but he heard the instructions from the old man behind him: "Go and help Mr. Zhao."

After all, he couldn't retreat halfway at this time. Zhao Zhang walked to the venue and took the mirror from the waiter: "How do you use this?"

"Master Zhao, just stand quietly and look directly at the mirror, and then introduce the true energy along the texture of the frame."

Zhao Zhang did not have the Four Lives, and his true energy could not be injected into other things, so he asked a warrior to help activate it.

Then Zhao Zhang stood hand in hand in front of the mirror, looking at the palm-sized mirror in front of him. When his eyes came into contact with the mirror, he suddenly fell into a trance, and for a moment he felt like he was out of his body. He was so shocked that he took a step back.

He immediately shook his head and looked away from the small mirror.He looked back and wanted to smile awkwardly at Mr. Sui and his colleagues, but when he looked over, his face suddenly turned pale and his whole body froze.

No one is empty.

I don't know when it has fallen into the night, with the cold moon, autumn trees, and pale sky covering everything. Except for the depressed wind and crawling yellow leaves, there is nothing on the Heron Tower.

Zhao Zhang also forgot what he was doing.

Forgot who you are and where you are.

The unease of emptiness enveloped him strongly. In the silent space, he was alone and helpless, and the moon was slowly being covered by something.

He couldn't remember anything and didn't recognize anything. He was panic-stricken and looked around, eager to find a fulcrum - even if it was just something familiar.

And in this situation with green face and white lips, he suddenly saw a long object with faint moonlight appearing in front of him.

sword.

This concept came to his mind.

He immediately rushed over and grabbed it. As soon as he took the thing into his hands, a faint sense of familiarity emerged, and he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

He forgot whether he had practiced swordsmanship or not, and he forgot to think about this issue. Only at the moment when he got the sword, those intuitions buried in the deepest place brought a weak sense of dependence and stability to his mind.

He felt a little more at ease and was about to think of something when suddenly, the moon completely disappeared.

The cold wind and fishy smell spread from behind, swallowing up the entire Guanlu Terrace.

He turned around in a daze, and then his face seemed to be torn apart in all directions, showing extreme fear. He raised his arms to cover his face, screamed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Everything fell into darkness.

"Master Zhao! Master Zhao! Master Zhao"

Someone was shouting in the darkness, and Zhao Zhang opened his eyes in confusion and horror. All the memories came back to his mind, intertwined with the remaining loneliness and confusion, and he was clearing out the coldness just now.

"Oh me." He looked up and saw that the ground was tilted and people were sitting upside down. Then a force gave him a lift and everything was right.

He turned his head and looked, it was the warrior who activated the magic weapon for him.

At this time, Zhao Zhang finally came to his senses and figured out his situation - the small mirror was still quietly propped up a foot away, and after taking a look at it, he fled in panic, and then collapsed on the land.

"." Zhao Zhang took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then looked around and forced a smile, "This man is really embarrassed."

Naturally, no one laughed at him, and they all had a tacit understanding to downplay it, and they would never move to the governor's courage.

Zhao Zhang, on the other hand, could only smile bitterly.

The feeling that such a magical weapon brings to people cannot be described as "fear", nor does it simply scare you. Indeed, as the old man said, it is a real test of one's state of mind.

Zhao Zhang admits that he is not a timid person. On the way to Beijing to take the exam in his early years, he actually saw blood and fought with bandits with a knife. Otherwise, he would not have heard the old man say, "You'd better be braver." , I still want to give it a try.

But this is not simply about throwing people into danger to test their courage, but about stripping away everything and going straight to the inner test.

Even if Zhao Zhang is thrown into a den of thieves who are being slaughtered, he will not lose his calmness and courage to resist, because in his 52 years of life, he has had too many cold-blooded experiences, from fighting gangsters to taking charge of an army. State, identity and memory will give him enough calmness and support. Even if he is unarmed, he knows that he is standing on a higher ground than these gangsters who only kill people and set fires. He can try to escape by resourcefulness, and even if he fails, he will Strive to maintain the dignity of a state governor.

But not in this little mirror.

It isolates everything, leaving only the pure "I" deep in the heart, and then puts a simple sword for you, and finally, puts a huge, absolutely invincible fear.

This is the so-called "Question of the Sword's Heart".

How tenacious you are in your purest form, and what can you face if you hold the sword.

Of course, Governor Zhao can remain calm in the face of danger, but that comes from his status as "Provincial Governor" and the resources he can mobilize, as well as from his confidence in his skills and experience.

Rather than coming from his true heart and the sword he occasionally touches.

Zhao Zhang smiled and cupped his hands. He had no explanation and no explanation. He dusted himself off and returned to the east court.

"Lord Zhao Zhang, you lost your sword because of your anger." The old man reported the result with a smile and a serious tone.

Zhao Zhang came back, cupped his hand and smiled: "Master Sui is not kind. Such a scary thing, you lied to me and said it was just a game."

"I'm sorry, this is indeed a game in our sword academy." This adult actually showed some innocent fun.Zhao Zhang shook his head, sighed helplessly and sat down.

At this time, Sui Zaihua began to explain: "Everyone has seen that after Mr. Zhao looked at it, the mirror surface was cloudy and opaque, which was because of 'reliance on Qi'. Then the ashes became quiet, which meant that Mr. Zhao held the sword of the state of mind, but after that The black substance presses forward and completely fills the mirror surface without any obstruction, which means that Mr. Zhao was captured without any help, which is the so-called 'lost sword'."

Pei Ye, who was watching the whole process, knew exactly what he was talking about. First of all, it was a small double-sided mirror, like an iron ring surrounding a jade plate.The moment Mr. Zhao looked at it, his whole person was completely still. At the same time, the so-called "Amber Quality" in the mirror started to move.

It was like a jade plate liquefying, turning into a solid yellow turbidity in the swirling current. But after just one breath, the turbidity became still and motionless, as if it had turned from liquid to solid again.Then, a fierce and deep black suddenly invaded from the bottom of the small mirror, completely covering the small mirror in an instant.

When the entire small mirror fell into darkness, Zhao Zhang, who was standing quietly, suddenly lost his voice in panic, staggered back, and collapsed on the ground.

The old man's voice continued: "'Sword Heart Illumination' has four states: turbid, clear, bright, and empty. It reflects the level of the mind of the person being illuminated, corresponding to [Relying on Qi], [Looking to the View], and [Holding to the View]. Heart], [Unchanged]; when the substantia nigra invades and ascends, it is a test of the recipient's "fearless heart" when the sword is in his hand. Depending on the degree of invasion of the substantia nigra, there are also "lost sword", There are four levels: All Control], [No Invasion], and [Ming Shen]."

"These four levels of state of mind are said to come from "Zhuangzi". They were obtained by Dao Qihui from Yunlang Mountain and are used to define the sword cultivator's mentality in the face of danger." The old man continued, "[Relying on Qi] refers to facing danger. When times come, one can respond with courage."

"It's just 'I'll fight with you'." Zhao Zhang laughed at the side.

Then he smiled and said: "Yes, Mr. Zhao just relied on his energy and lost his sword. You talents who want to try it can come up."

Hearing that there are so many levels, and that Mr. Zhao is the lowest level, really inspired many people's desire to try - after all, everyone is more than a second life, and they have been practicing swordsmanship for 30 to [-] years, even if they can't It has reached the standards of the Sword Mastery Academy, and everyone is looking forward to testing their own skills.

After all, it is something very new, even if it is just used as a source of conversation, it is extremely rare.

Sure enough, someone came up soon. It was a young escort, Sisheng, who was also a solid choice for the top sixteen in this year's martial arts competition.

This person was able to inject his true energy on his own, so he didn't need any help. He came on stage and bowed, then his eyes fell on the mirror and he pressed the frame gently.

For an instant, the body seemed to have had its soul detached, and it stood stiff and motionless. Then the jade color on the mirror surface turned into fluid, then solidified, and a black curtain swept up.

"Ah!" With a short, soulless scream, the young escort collapsed to the ground again.

The whole place was quiet now, only the sound of the old man stroking his hands and laughing could be heard in the east.

The fourth-born swordsman and the second-born civil servant behave exactly the same in front of this mirror. This can only mean one problem - neither of them has reached its lowest threshold.

If it is a toy, it is for older children.

Immediately, another person came forward, this time it was a disciple of Baizhu Pavilion, which could be regarded as a serious sect. He was over thirty years old and had a calm expression.

"Uncle Zhu." Li Mingqing obviously recognized this person and turned his head to the young man and said, "He is also known for his perseverance."

This person's temperament indeed seemed much more reliable than that of the young man just now, and everyone looked at him with renewed hope.

The man walked up slowly, looked into each other's eyes, and breathed. Then the jade mirror first turned yellow and then turned black. The man also turned pale and screamed - no less loudly than anyone else just now.

He also staggered back, but fortunately, although he was still swaying, he finally did not collapse again.

It was this small progress that aroused the desire of many people to challenge. People began to come forward one after another, and even teams of two or three people formed.

After that, he went through nearly 20 people in succession, including Kuang Rong, Chu Nian, and several capable disciples of Bai Zhu and Qijiao. However, there was no difference in the performance of this small mirror. It only repeated yellow first, then black, and then yellow. It gets darker again, and then the test subject falls to the ground in fear.

Gradually, people became a little suspicious - no matter who goes up, will this mirror really have a second behavior?
But after all, the few real masters, those who have locked in the top four, have not yet taken the stage. People are focusing their attention on the three factions.

Pei Ye was about to stand up, but the girl reacted very quickly and held him down.Then she looked at Shen Yao who was looking at her from the side and nodded.

"Don't worry, let's find out some things first before you come on." The girl said.

The two chatted for a few words, but suddenly they heard Xiao Pian's exclamation coming from the field. The two looked and saw that the mirror had changed for the first time after Shen Yao touched it.

It's still yellow and turbid, it's still the invading black curtain, but this time, it doesn't come in irresistibly.The woman stood quietly, the black curtain in front of her still infecting the mirror, but much slower, as if being resisted by something.

The old man's words just passed through people's hearts - Jieyu!
Is this Jiyu?
However, this situation did not last. Only about one-fifth of the way, the invisible resistance seemed to suddenly collapse, and the black screen once again resumed its rapid advancement. Within half a breath, the mirror surface was completely dark.

Shen Yao stumbled back with a pale face, but she did not scream in despair, nor did she fall to the ground.

People couldn't help but look at the old man.

The old man smiled lightly and announced her results: "Relying on Qi and losing the sword."

Not a single comment, not even worth a "not bad".

This made people a little discouraged in their hopes, but the next person on the stage cheered up everyone on the field - a tall and tall young man stood up on the white bamboo mat, who could it be if it wasn't Zhang Mozhu?
This is the True Legend of Five Lives, a sure choice for the top four.

Can he bring about some new changes in Xiao Jing?
Zhang Mozhu seemed to always have a smile on his lips. He had a long sword on his waist and a folding fan in his hand. He walked up and bowed gracefully in all directions.Then without any unnecessary words, he turned his gaze to the mirror. He raised a hand that seemed more like holding a pen than a sword, and pressed it on the frame.

For a moment, the quality of the jade was flowing, but disappointingly, it was still a thick, turbid yellow. But then, the scene that had just been revealed on Shen Yao appeared again.

The black matter that rushed up was like a quagmire, slowly moving upwards. Unlike Shen Yao's time, it had already passed a fifth, and the resistance exerted on it still had not disappeared, and the speed of this black matter was faster than Shen Yao's. Even slower.

Continue to move up slowly, one-quarter, one-half, three-quarters. Until four-fifths, the substantia nigra suddenly fled, and the resistance finally failed. Zhang Mozhu gasped heavily and staggered back a few steps.

There were sounds of regret from all over the field.

"Relying on Qi and losing the sword." Sui Zaihua said, still without any unnecessary comments.

Zhao Zhang smiled helplessly and sighed in his heart.

In fact, his face was already a little hot. The so-called "outstanding people", but 30 or [-] people could not even cross the first threshold of a gadget. He also began to feel that the letter was indeed a bit "beautiful".

I just hope that Shang Huaitong can indeed support some Bowang facade.

At this moment, there was the movement of some figures on the other side. Zhao Zhang turned around and saw a girl in green standing up from the shadow of the tree. It was Cuiyu's Li Mingqing.

Maybe it would be okay if it was Bai Yuliang. Zhao Zhang smiled and nodded to her, tilted his head and said to the old man beside him: "The only true successor of Cui Yu among our three sects is still very young."

However, the old man's hand holding the tea cup paused for a moment before continuing to bring it to his mouth.Putting down the tea cup, the old man moved his eyes to the girl and paused again.

"What a clever child." The old man said.

(End of this chapter)