Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 60 The First Page of Sword Manual [Chapter migration, slight changes, please do not subscribe again! 】

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It's still early.

Chen Yanjun was not in a hurry to go back, but wanted to wait for Murong Ye.

He got Huang Chao's anti-poetry, and if he didn't go to the jailer to get a big reward, he would be sorry for taking risks in front of others on Qingwu Plain.

When he came to the main hall of Danlin Academy, Chen Yanjun found that Senior Sister Guan was also here.

He was so frightened that he quickly dodged, turned around and went to the Budaoyuan Zangshu Pavilion and the back mountain.

After all, it doesn't matter where you wait for your sister-in-law.

Murong Ye can use the prison-suppressing tiger talisman to locate him.

Before going to the back mountain of Budaoyuan, he also went to the Library Pavilion of Budaoyuan, spent a grade point, and borrowed a secret book on cultivating sword energy:
"Great Sword Qi Jue"

Right now, the physical skills are at the full level, the medical skills are at the full level, and the imperial spirit is also at the full level, so learning the sword is also a matter of course.

For the time being, Chen Yanjun doesn't have the time to learn the specific sword techniques one by one, but to learn the most basic——

Sword Qi.

Madam suggested that he learn sword qi from Murong Ye, and he did learn Murong Ye's sword qi.

But this woman is sometimes reliable and sometimes unreliable, making it difficult for people to practice with peace of mind.

Therefore, he borrowed this "Great Sword Qi Jue" to learn the basics first, and it would not be too late to find Murong Ye when he encountered a bottleneck.

On the back mountain of Budaoyuan, there is a sword flat, a martial arts hall, and a sword bamboo forest for people to chop bamboo for forging.

Chen Yanjun went to Jianping to have a look. They were all human beings, one practiced swordsmanship, two competed with swords, and some fell in love.

He shook his head, turned around and went straight to the sword bamboo forest.

The Sword Bamboo Forest is located in the valley on the west side, in a remote location, with rugged and steep mountain roads and few people.

Sword bamboo is black, thick, long and straight, inserted upside down like a sword, towering into the sky, and harder than ordinary iron.

This is the hard bamboo cultivated by Guozijian. The bamboo body is mostly used to make magic instruments, and the bamboo membrane is used to make talismans.

Chen Yanjun walked to the deep valley where the stone path disappeared.

It's spring, the bamboo forest is gurgling, bees and butterflies are flying, sparrows are chirping in twos and twos, and clusters of Yingshanhong warblers and swallows are clustered.

Even if this is the case, it can't change the cold, cold and cold atmosphere in the bamboo forest.

Chen Yanjun searched for a secluded place and found a boulder covered with moss.

The surface of the boulder looks green and velvety, and it is only when you sit on it that you feel your butt hurting.

Chen Yanjun ran Zhou Tian, ​​adjusted his mood, and put aside such trivial matters as Assistant Professor Yun and Guan Shiyan, and slowly opened this "Great Sword Qi Jue".

On the first page of the sword manual, forget about your sweetheart, put aside your troubles, and slash the world of mortals...

Throughout the whole story, it is mainly to use the sword to display all kinds of sword energy.

It is a basic method.

Chen Yanjun only practiced for a short while, and he was able to wield the sword to display the Five Elements Sword Qi, cut sword bamboo from a distance, and kill sparrows to get rid of the four evils.

For a while clang clang, chatter...

Unexpectedly, adding a panel actually opened a sword energy skill alone.

[Sword Qi +1...]

[Sword Qi +1...]

[Sword Qi: 50/100 (small success)! 】

If you practice casually, you will achieve something in a small way.

This shows that the foundation of sword qi is Yuling. If Yuling is at the full level, it should not be too easy to learn sword qi.

In particular, Chen Yanjun's sword energy can not only combine strength and resonance, but also change the spiritual pressure of the five elements to create very cool and complex special effects.

For example, if you draw a sword, the water will stop flowing.

For example, draw a sword to ignite bamboo branches and set fire to a mountain.

For example, drawing a sword raises a sandstorm.

For example, drawing a sword automatically cuts bamboo.

For example, if the sword is drawn and the sword is broken, and the broken sword is reassembled, I will take him away today, and I will see who is brave enough to stop me!
As long as the spiritual pressure is enough, and so on, the operation is very simple, and what is played is a imagination.

However, compared to swinging a sword in the air, it is cool to release the sword energy with bare hands!

This requires the cultivation of awe-inspiring sword energy.

This is much more difficult...

Chen Yanjun looked up, it was getting late, and Murong Ye still didn't come.

Forget it, put away the sword and go home, and learn the sword tomorrow!
At some point, a black figure sat cross-legged on the moss boulder just now, and suddenly said:
"Junior Brother Chen's sword energy is superb!"

"Who!"

Chen Yanjun looked up.

The black figure stood up slowly, holding the sword in one hand, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword at any time.

"My name is Fang Haiping, and I'm a student of the Martial Arts Institute. It's useless to learn sword alone, you need an opponent to learn quickly. I'll accompany Junior Brother Chen to learn some moves."

Chen Yanjun changed his angle, and with the help of the last twilight, he could clearly see this person's appearance.

This person...he has seen it before!

The theory and surgery courses at Danlin College, the Spiritual Control class at Qingwuyuan, and the Fengyun Valley class this morning... this person is in the class!

The appearance looks ordinary, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither beautiful nor ugly... It is because the appearance is so ordinary that it appeared for three consecutive classes, but Chen Yanjun didn't notice it.

After seeing you this time, I suddenly woke up!

Because this person is not a disciple of Danlin Academy, and the original owner does not know him in his memory...

This means that this person has probably been staring at him for the past few days.

Sure enough, someone still wanted to kill him!
This guy followed him for several days, and finally found his chance to place an order.

Chen Yanjun looked around, but there was no one around, and the sky was getting dark.

This is the back mountain of Budaoyuan, even if you hear the sound of battle, it can be regarded as a sparring...

What a great place to kill.

Chen Yanjun looked at this person again, he was of the eighth rank, but judging by the aura of holding the sword, it seemed that he was more than eighth rank.

The more ordinary his body and appearance, the more terrifying he looked at this moment.

This man is invincible!

Chen Yanjun secretly took out the prisoner's tiger talisman, forced blood from his palm into the talisman, and put it into his bosom.

Although he is reluctant to join the job, he still hopes that the prison chief will really send people nearby to rescue him.

Next, you can only try to escape.

He tried to stay as calm as possible, not screaming or showing any signs of panic.

"The sun is about to go down, so that's the end of today's sword practice, tomorrow I'll talk to Senior Brother Fang."

Fang Haiping jumped off the boulder, walked slowly, and said with a loud smile:
"Speaking of which, I was also on Qingwuyuan yesterday, but my memory was missing. Someone must have done something terrible, and the first seat of Qinghongzi erased everyone's soul memory...Let me guess, right? Junior brother Chen solved that poem?"

You are an eighth-rank martial artist, yet you know that your memory has been erased.

This person is obviously not simple, and he came prepared!

Chen Yanjun walked down the mountain casually, and said with a smile:
"Well, a mediocre poem, it was only released because it was hidden in public by the thief. Qing Hongzi also decided to erase the matter because he was afraid of losing the reputation of the Taoist Academy."

Fang Haiping didn't have any expression on his face, but he followed slowly.

"Can you tell me how the poem was written? I'm very strict."

Chen Yanjun continued to go down the mountain, but was suddenly blocked by this man who turned over and jumped.

"I have also had my memory erased. I only know that the poem was deciphered by me, but I don't know the specific lines of the poem. Brother, you should ask Qing Hongzi Daoist."

Saying this, Chen Yanjun walked in another direction.

Fang Haiping followed again.

"I think you know."

Chen Yanjun shook his head, cupped his fists casually and said:
"What do you think, brother, it has nothing to do with Chen, I have something to do, so I'm leaving."

After all, he didn't choose another way to escape, but moved his body and jumped to the top of the sword bamboo.

brush--

Fang Haiping drew his sword resolutely, and a stream of sword energy rushed straight to the top of the bamboo, catching up with the back of Chen Yanjun's head.

Chen Yanjun had a premonition that there was a cold arrow behind him, stepped on the bamboo joints ahead of time, and turned back to the valley in a flash.

Three feet away from Fang Haiping!
Chen Yanjun suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:
"save--"

As soon as he uttered a word for help, he was suddenly dispersed by a howling sword, turning into a breeze blowing bamboo.

It seemed that the other party was determined to kill, so he had no choice but to stall for time and wait for the prison chief to rescue him.

The movement just now, the sword energy, is no different from a sparring, and the teaching assistants of the Martial Arts Institute may not care about it.

Moreover, it is very likely that this person did not come alone, but with helpers watching outside the valley.

It was getting late, and Fang Haiping's face could not be seen clearly at this moment. He stood alone in the bamboo forest, like a dark mass of murderous human form.

Chen Yanjun calmed down.

"Brother, what does this mean?"

Fang Haiping said calmly:
"I have been observing Junior Brother Chen for several days. You must have had some adventures, or have hidden artifacts in your body, so you have these unusual talents... I have a hunch that you are likely to become the scourge of Datang. It is here to eliminate harm for the people in advance.”

After saying that, another sword struck across the air.

The sword qi came whistling, extremely fast.

Chen Yanjun predicted the enemy first, and only relying on the distance of three zhang, he managed to dodge it.

The school uniform on the right arm was cut open.

"Eight rank cultivation, you can't kill me!"

Chen Yanjun said calmly.

He was worried that this son was hiding his cultivation, and the sword energy just now was much faster and stronger than his wife's.

"I feel that Brother Fang doesn't want to eliminate harm for the people, he probably has other ideas... Speaking of which, do you want to know that poem? I still remember the first line."

Fang Haiping asked coldly:
"What do you think."

"When autumn comes—"

As soon as Chen Yanjun uttered four words, Fang Haiping said:

"Don't stay!"

Then his figure flashed, and a sword slashed over.

Chen Yanjun quickly retreated, thinking that this person might have something to do with Huang Chao.

A brainstorm!
"and many more--"

"In fact, there is more than one Tibetan poem, and there is an even more powerful one."

Only then did Fang Haiping stop chasing, and asked coldly:
"Another poem?"

"Senior Brother Fang, please listen to me sing: The courtyard is filled with the rustling westerly wind, the fragrance of core is cold and the butterflies are hard to come. If I were Qing Emperor in his year, I will repay the peach blossom together."

What Chen Yanjun recited was another poem by Huang Chao, whose name was also related to chrysanthemums, but he forgot the details.

Fang Haiping was taken aback, obviously hesitating.

"If I were Emperor Qing in his year...do you...besides Chen Yanjun, do you have any other names?"

Chen Yanjun recognized it, this sentence meant to ask if he had any other identities!

Is this guy really related to Huang Chao?

You must know that Huang Chao is not a great poet, he only left a few short poems, and no one knew about these few poems in Xianwu Tang Dynasty, and it is even unclear whether they have been created or not.

Could it be that Huang Chao often compares himself to Emperor Qing?
This made Fang Haiping hesitate?
Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun tentatively called out in a low voice:
"The King of Heaven and Earth Tiger!"

Fang Haiping:
"..."

Chen Yanjun whispered again:
"The King of Heaven and Earth Tiger!"

Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, but obviously hesitated, Chen Yanjun's voice turned cold, and said:
"Since you can't match the password, you have no right to bother me."

Fang Haiping's voice suddenly calmed down.

"Junior Brother Chen and I are going to meet someone."

Chen Yanjun remained calm, but he was slightly relieved.

Right now, he has a chance to go deep into the enemy's lair, and then lead the prison guard to go straight to Huanglong and wipe out the enemy.

He may make great achievements and obtain various awards and fame.

But also possible: will die.

Obviously, the other party couldn't judge the authenticity of the code, so he brought it to the high-level.

Once he is seen through by the opponent's high-ranking strongman, there is no such secret signal, and at this moment, the person in charge of the prison has not arrived, or the person who came is not strong enough, waiting for him, there is only a dead end!
Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun remained calm.

"See who? Where is that man?"

Fang Haiping only said:
"You'll know when you go."

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"I'm sorry for the code, I can't go with you, what if you take me to the jailer?"

Fang Haiping's breath suddenly became cold, and he said:

"If I don't kill you, I have to take you away, offended."

Chen Yanjun thought in his heart, a king of heaven and a tiger of earth turned the other party's desire to kill into a desire to arrest people.

In this way, the chances of him successfully delaying the time and waiting for the rescue of the prison chief will be great.

With his ability, facing eighth-rank martial arts, at least he can last for a while.

"Take me away by force, and you will die as well."

Fang Haiping was no longer intimidated by his words, and he drew his sword to release the sword energy.

"Spiral Sword Qi, Suo!"

In an instant, a spiral sword energy rolled towards Chen Yanjun's body from all directions.

The sword energy brought up the bamboo leaves, forming a whistling sword-pressed tornado.

Chen Yanjun was calm.

To deal with higher-level monks, his only way of fighting right now is: resonance.

Listen to the sword spirit.

The five spirits are united into one, and it is intended to be in the gaseous state of the spiritual pressure.

Compress the dantian and pull the spiritual pressure to the limit.

Drive the five spirits with energy, and swing out with one sword!
Only a sharp whistle was heard.

whoosh-

A crack suddenly appeared on the side of the spiral sword energy.

Obviously it was only a small opening, but a vibrating spiritual pressure spread rapidly.

Not only spread to the entire spiral sword aura, but also spread to Fang Haiping's dantian along the direction of the sword aura.

Fang Haiping was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided.

After avoiding it, I realized that the oscillating spiritual pressure was very weak.

"I overestimated Junior Brother Chen!"

Although Chen Yanjun's resonance did not completely destroy the spiral-shaped sword energy, it made waves in the tornado sword energy, causing the gap to expand rapidly.

He took the opportunity to escape with a leap, and quickly ran down the mountain.

This sword gave Chen Yanjun ten breaths of respite.

Fang Haiping reacted and quickly caught up.

Turning over and leaping, a sword fell from the top of Chen Yanjun's head.

At the same time, he drew out a palm with eighth grade spiritual pressure and hid it behind his back.

Both of them are martial arts masters, and their body skills are excellent.

Fang Haiping's sword was very fast, and he jumped from top to bottom again, occupying a favorable terrain.

If Chen Yanjun dodged easily, it would be easy to get a chasing palm.

Immediately, the spiritual pressure was fully drawn, and the sword was attached with the spiritual power of the gold system, and the sword that was pierced aside with one sword.

The opponent's palm fell.

Chen Yanjun had expected it a long time ago, and without flinching, he slapped his palm.

boom--

With this palm, Chen Yanjun's spiritual pressure increased nearly ten times in an instant, and his Huajin was not much worse than that of the eighth rank.

With just one palm, he knocked the opponent onto the bamboo tip.

Fang Haiping is like the wind stepping on bamboo, as light as nothing.

"Junior Brother Chen's resonance is amazing, but unfortunately I have seen through it...Junior Brother Chen really only has a ninth-rank cultivation, so I feel relieved."

Chen Yanjun's palm exploded blood too hard, he quickly swallowed the Junling Pill to recover his blood.

Fang Haiping directly filled up the spiritual pressure, and jumped down again.

This time, he didn't make any preparations, and he couldn't tell if it was a sword, a palm, or a fist.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, after this guy was sure that he only had a ninth-rank cultivation, he probably felt that it was impossible to have such a weak internal response, so he decided to kill someone.

He can only run away.

However, the opponent's speed and strength were obviously a little bit sharper, and he was a lot more passive all of a sudden.

He had no choice but to retreat again and again, trying to dodge with snake skin and anticipating the enemy first, but he couldn't escape completely, so he could only circle around in one place.

at this time--

The opponent suddenly slapped his palm horizontally, and a very strange gust of wind blew out, throwing him to the ground.

Chen Yanjun was dumbfounded.

It is impossible for an eighth-rank martial artist to make such a big movement with just his hands, but it seems like...

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Haiping followed a sword down and stabbed Chen Yanjun in the lower abdomen!
Chen Yanjun instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the blade.

Blood trickles down the blade...

Transform the strength, let the joints and the sword body clank.

The gold-type imperial spirit forcibly penetrated into the sword body in the form of blood.

The spiritual pressure was full, and the blade of the sword suddenly shook, and a resonance was transmitted into Fang Haiping's body.

This move resonated, and instantly caused the opponent's palm to hang in the air!
Fang Haiping dodged Chen Yanjun's resonating sword before, thinking that the power was weak...

Chen Yanjun didn't miss the opportunity of the opponent's moment of stiffness, he held the sword in his right hand, and used the gold-type spiritual pressure to fully draw the sharpness of the sword.

The distance was too close to stab Fang Haiping's dantian, so he held the sword sideways and slashed at Fang Haiping's neck.

brush--

Fang Haiping's head fell to the ground!
When you wipe your neck, your head will fall off?

Chen Yanjun turned his head and saw that Fang Haiping's head fell to the ground, and turned into carrion and dust in a blink of an eye.

Looking back, Fang Haiping's headless body gradually twisted and squirmed in the dim light and shadow, with wings more than ten feet wide stretching out from his back, his body and limbs turned into a huge leopard body...

——It was actually a headless Gu carving!
Shocked, but there was no time to be shocked, Chen Yanjun followed up with a sword and stabbed the Gu Eagle's abdomen.

As a result, his sword with all his strength didn't even break the skin of Gu Diao's softest belly...

The Gu carving burst out a seventh-grade spiritual pressure in an instant!
Fang Haiping's sword fell to the side, and the Gu carving only raised its sharp claws, stabbing back at Chen Yanjun's dantian.

History repeats itself...

Chen Yanjun never expected that he would die at the hands of the mobs that had repelled him when he just crossed over.

He can't die!

Right now, he can barely block a claw with the horizontal sword, but his entire waist may be cut off by the sword.

Even if Ping Jiange blocks this claw, the other claw will soon follow!

If he can't take the opportunity to counter-kill the Gu Eagle and just defend, he will surely die.

If Dantian gets a claw, he may not die.

But if he can take the opportunity to use the natal sword through the air, insert it into the hollow neck of the Gu eagle, and enter the body with the sword, then it will be a different situation.

With this in mind, Chen Yanjun simply gave up his defense and raised his hand and threw out his natal sword.

Facing the sword from the air, the sword rises violently, then falls again, and directly stabs the Gu carving Kongluoluo's neck!

Suddenly, a gust of evening wind blows...

"Ok?"

His falling sword was hanging in the air with a clatter.

At the same time, the Gu carved leopard claw that was supposed to pierce his lower abdomen in advance hangs in the air, making a crisp sound that almost collapses...

Sword Qi came with the evening wind.

There was only a rustling female voice mixed with the aroma of bad wine, lingering in the bamboo forest.

"If you do this, I will lose an important specimen of a strange beast at the same time... and a handsome brother-in-law."

Chen Yanjun looked up abruptly.

A tall, handsome figure of a woman raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword that fell towards Gu Eagle's neck.

Those eyes that were as clear as sword light and as chaotic as wine rippled seemed to be able to shine at night.

"Why don't you come a little later and let your brother-in-law perform how to strangle the Gu carving with residual blood?"

The voice just fell-

Boom!
Gu Diao knew that he was defeated by Murong Ye, so he blew himself up on the spot.

However, he was wrapped in the middle by the sword energy coming from all directions and crushed into a ball of flesh and blood.

Afterwards, Murong Ye was included in the space kit.

Chen Yanjun only saw the gu carving explode, but did not hear the sound of the explosion, which meant that the vibration of the air was suppressed by the sword's pressure.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, but there was no blood stain at all.

This woman is a million points stronger...

Another shocking question is that the Gu carving is actually related to Huang Chao!
Is Fang Haiping possessed by a Gu carving, or is he the true deity of the Gu carving?
Things gradually became a little more complicated.

Murong Ye put away the kit, took off the flagon from the hilt of the sword, raised his head and drank heavily, to get rid of the strange beast's smell.

"Being able to blew himself up in front of me, it seems that there are top beast masters in the Imperial College."

Chen Yanjun was speechless, what Versailles said...

He jumped up and suddenly asked suspiciously:
"Shouldn't you be here earlier?"

Murong Ye was slightly startled, since Chen Yanjun found out, she had no choice but to confess.

She came, but she was sleeping on a bamboo branch.

"If you honestly followed the pre-transformation Gu Eagle just now, we might have made a great contribution."

"...You really came early!"

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, if he had known that Murong Ye had come, he wouldn't care about rushing into the tiger's den.

"The Prison Officer is only less than ten miles away from the Guozijian, so I think it would be difficult to come later."

Murong Ye added.

Looking at Chen Yanjun again, he actually entangled with the seventh-rank Gu carving for half a quarter of an hour with the power of the ninth rank, his physical skills are not much worse than her back then!

Suddenly, she remembered what she said just now.

"What is the meaning of Heavenly King Gaidihu...how should I answer the next sentence?"

Pagoda Town River Demon!
Chen Yanjun patted the bamboo leaves and dirt off his body.

The night was already dark, and there were no stars in the bamboo forest, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

He couldn't see Murong Ye's face clearly, but could only smell the faint fragrance of wine.

"I was talking nonsense for a while, trying to delay the time, and the ground tiger is you."

Murong Ye was startled suddenly.

"How do you know I'm afraid of heights... I never even mentioned it to Miss You Rong."

Ground tiger, can it be understood that it is a tiger that dare not fly because of its fear of heights...

It's no wonder that this woman, who is not handsome, only rides an ordinary white horse, not a Pegasus.

Chen Yanjun slammed straight, trying to understand:
"You drink fake wine every day, so you're not afraid of heights?"

"Makes sense."

Murong Ye nodded, and suddenly patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers.

"Let's go, come with me to the Prison Officer, your self-protection ability is higher than I imagined, you can join the job."

In such a dark night, Chen Yanjun was taken aback by the photograph, a little scared.

Although he hasn't agreed to join the job yet, right now, he has shamelessly asked the prison officer for help, and he is too embarrassed to refuse, so he just asks:
"Brother-in-law asks you for the last time, are you sure you can keep me safe within one mile?"

Murong Ye shrugged, this man is great in everything, but he is too afraid of death.

"It's not so sure. It may be more than this distance, or it may be less than this distance. If Eunuch Qiu wants to kill you, I can't help it."

After finishing speaking, Murong Ye rode on the white horse and left the sword bamboo forest in the dark.

Riding a horse in the bamboo forest...

Chen Yanjun couldn't help but wonder, since there is a top animal master in the Imperial College, why not directly attack him?
Is the Guozijian not safe?
Is Murong Ye really that strong?
He had a hunch that if he didn't investigate the matter of the strange beast, he would live in danger forever!
What's more, right now his medical skills are at full level, his physical skills are at full level, and his spirit control is at full level... It's time to ask his sister-in-law for some sword skills.

Thinking of this, he also summoned the white horse, and Dianma followed.

It was only after leaving the main gate of the Imperial College that Murong Ye suddenly remembered something.

"I just saw the traces of Wuyuan's ban, have you unlocked the Tibetan poem?"

"nature."

Chen Yanjun was speechless. The woman had indeed come a long time ago, but she must have fallen asleep in the middle.

He has obviously talked about this matter with Fang Haiping...

"Do you want to know who wrote the poem and what is it about?"

Unexpectedly, Murong Ye was not surprised by this, as if he had already guessed that Chen Yanjun could interpret poems, and he didn't care about specific Tibetan poems.

"I don't know poetry. You talk to Si Zheng. Remember to talk about sacrifices and rewards!"

(End of this chapter)