I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 131 Changes in Jianqiu
During the seven years of seclusion and practice, Song Boyu could only think about one thing, and that was how to take his future path.

"Relying on the Hui Tian Hui Ri Ling Bao and standing on the shoulders of Xu Hongyi, Xun Xueya, Wen Xiaoxian and others, I finally realized my transition from martial arts to Taoism, cultivated Yin Shen, and refined innate Yuan Qi.

However, the advantages and disadvantages of Xiantian Yuan Qi are obvious. Although it is of higher quality and more powerful, it cannot be replenished as quickly as true energy, so I cannot take the path of an ordinary monk. That is not suitable for me.

Although the derivation of sword energy was initially just to reduce the consumption of Yuan Qi, practice has proved that this is a broad road, and the eight types of innate sword energy derived from it have great potential. I must continue along this different path. "

After strengthening his Taoist heart and feeling comfortable, Song Boyu flew directly to the Bo Palace in Xinyi City and landed slowly.

The palace is not big and a bit old.All the servants had seen Song Boyu's portrait, and since this person fell from the sky, it couldn't be anyone other than Wu Sheng. They all bowed to say hello.

There are also some servants running quickly to report to the king Xu Xin.

As soon as Song Boyu opened his fantasy eyes, Xu Xin's luck pillar was as bright as a light bulb at night. He immediately turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of Xu Xin who was at his desk reviewing documents.

As the breeze blew, Xu Xin subconsciously looked up and was startled to see Song Boyu standing in front of him.

She rubbed her eyes and muttered: "Is it because I'm too tired and hallucinating?"

After another closer look, it turned out to be Song Boyu. He couldn't help but stood up happily: "Father, how come you have time to write to Yicheng?"

Song Boyu looked at Xu Xin, whose eyes had crow's feet, with some pity: "You have worked hard these years! I came to see you, and also to learn about the current situation of our Xu country."

Hearing what Song Boyu said, Xu Xin was like a child presenting a treasure to his parents. He pulled Song Boyu to sit on a chair aside: "Father, our Xu country has changed a lot in the seven years since its founding.

According to your policy strategy, I established a four-level governance system of central government, county, township and village, and implemented the household system and powerful migration system, which greatly weakened the power of large clans. There are now six counties and 30 households.

They work lightly, work with the people, and concentrate financial resources to build water conservancy and roads in different regions. The water conservancy and roads in Xinyi County have been repaired, and the follow-up plan is to use 30 years to popularize water conservancy and roads in the remaining five counties.

National martial arts practice and sword fighting martial arts examinations are being steadily implemented and combined with the examination system, which requires both civil and military skills. Every township has a Wusheng Temple, which is also a place for teaching sword fighting.

In addition, we have a monopoly on salt, iron, alfalfa, etc..."

Song Boyu listened quietly and at the same time used his spiritual eyes to observe the luck of Xu Guo and Xu Xin.

The golden color of the cauldron of luck in Xuguo Town is increasing day by day, and it is not far from turning into pale gold. The spirit of the people gathered has also changed from gray and white to pure white, which shows that the living conditions of the people are getting better.

As for Xu Xin's own destiny Qingyun, it is the same as the national destiny tripod. The red color gradually disappears and the pale gold color increases day by day.

The same is true for Song Boyu himself. It's just that he refined and fused the luck given to him by the fate of the country with the will of all people. Now the Qingyun Qingyun above his head has long turned pale gold, and there is a pillar of luck rising to the sky. Xu Xin's luck vision is even more extraordinary.

Qingyun Qingyun appears light gold. In terms of personality, Song Boyu is now three major stages higher than the Yin Shen monk's level of luck, and the level of transcendence is even more immeasurable.

Although the Lord's luck is good, it cannot be transformed into strength while he is alive. Instead, it will destroy his own cultivation. As a Lord, he cannot enter the Tao while he is alive. If he is proficient in dragon energy spells, he may be able to match the powerful, but Xu Xin He doesn't know the dragon energy spell.

Moreover, the master's luck comes from his subjects, and if he loses it, it is nothing. It is not as good as a monk who monopolizes his luck, and the power he derives from all belongs to him, and no one can take it away.

The luck blessed by human merits also has its flaws. Although the luck is very strong and the luck will get better, it will be unlucky for others to kill you, and there will be huge backlash if you are killed by force, but compared to monks of the same status, the power they control is hugely different.

Only by refining the humane merits and the Innocent Spiritual Treasure into a meritorious spiritual treasure can one have strong defensive power.

The next day, Song Boyu and Xu Xin came to Jianqiu behind Wusheng Temple together.

Xu Xin pointed at the Sword Hill: "Father, this is the Sword Hill. It is closed today so there is no one there. Countless people usually come here to visit and worship. Every year before the ten sword fights, the swords are left here for people to pay their respects. .”

Song Boyu superimposed the sacred jade black-yellow eyes with his spiritual eyes, and found that there were indeed many sword thoughts accumulated here, and there was a vague aura of chilling, as if there were Dao patterns gestating.

It's just that the thoughts of the sword are like brave people, who are not convinced by each other and often fight among themselves.

Song Boyu's eyes lit up. This was what he wanted. If he could accumulate enough sword patterns generated by the interaction between heaven and man, they would definitely become the core pattern of his conjuration realm.

"Okay, very good. Xin'er, you did a good job. There is already some climate here, but I'm afraid it won't work without a unified control here. I'll go get eight iron elf swords!"

Iron essence belongs to the metal element, and the spiritual swords made from it are very compatible. Even if no Dao lines are engraved on it, it can be easily refined and assimilated by long-term injection of various attribute spiritual energy, pure Yang essence, innate Yuan Qi, etc.

If the corresponding Dao pattern is engraved, it is not a problem for an iron elf sword to seal an innate sword energy.

Song Boyu's body became insubstantial, and the wind sword energy surged out, turning into a strong wind and whizzing away.

Xu Xin waited for two hours when he suddenly saw a stream of light flying from the distant sky, causing a gust of wind and falling close to him at an extremely fast speed.

boom!
A big hole was made in the ground of Wusheng Temple. Smoke and dust were rising, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Suddenly there was a tornado and strong wind inside the smoke and dust, which blew the smoke and dust away. Xu Xin took a closer look.

I saw Song Boyu standing in the middle, standing in the air, with his feet three feet above the ground. His clothes were spotless and flowing in the wind. Behind him hung eight spiritual swords emitting various divine lights, which looked extraordinary.

Song Boyu was embarrassed to tell Xu Xin that he was too anxious and failed to stop, so he hit the ground.

He maintained his composure, waved his hand, and ejected the eight spiritual swords that had just been engraved with Dao patterns and sealed the eight innate sword energies. The eight spiritual swords turned into eight meteors and fell to the top of the sword hill.

The entire sword mound shook violently, and the swords inserted on the sword mound made jingling sounds.

Eight spiritual swords stand on the top of the sword hill, like eight divine kings patrolling the divine soldiers and generals.

The sword intention and thoughts accumulated over the past seven years were transformed and unified at this moment. From a tough and arrogant general who refused to obey discipline, he became a good general who was brave in public battles but timid in private fights.

The eight spiritual swords inspired the seven-year accumulation of the sword mound, and the eight torrents of sword intent rose into the sky, forming a cloud of sword intent above the sword mound. The phenomenon was astonishing.

The palace attendants, envoys, temple priests and others who were standing nearby were all shocked. Xu Xin seemed to see eight peerless sword masters discussing swords endlessly on the sword mound.

(End of this chapter)