Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1233 Zhaojun Qingyi: The Wind Rises in Chang'an
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This time it was Xiaoyi's turn to be startled, and then she answered, "Yes."

Chen Xiaojun continued, "Don't you Yin-Yang family focus on Yin-Yang magic?"

This statement was almost a reveal, implying that he already knew that Xiaoyi had recovered her memories of the previous life in "The Legend of Qin".

Xiaoyi understood what he meant and unconsciously tightened her cuffs with her fingertips.

However, she just smiled and waved her veil: "Yin Yang magic is stimulated by profound internal strength. Although the internal strength of Yin Yang School is not as peaceful as that of Taoism, it is known for its powerfulness."

"Among all the schools of thought, swordsmanship is the mainstream and foundation after all."

"Although our Yin-Yang family takes an unconventional approach and is not known for its swordsmanship, we do have some heritage, especially the Gold Department, which has the Taibai Sword Technique."

"We use our internal energy to activate our swordsmanship, which can be considered unique."

Chen Xiaojun stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the falling bamboo leaves in the courtyard, and thought to himself: "The swordsmanship of Yunzhongjun Xu Fu is indeed unique, and Xinghun's invisible air blade has condensed his internal strength to the level of turning the virtual into the real."

He twisted the cloud pattern embroidered on his cuffs, and suddenly turned around to look at Xiaoyi who was leaning against the bluestone.

"How about trying your sword skills?" He flicked his finger and the withered flowers on his shoulder fluttered in the wind.

Xiaoyi raised her white wrist, and the moon-white silver bracelet with twig patterns jingled. She frowned and said, "Practicing swordplay?"

Chen Xiaojun's eyes fell on the bracelet on her wrist that was trembling slightly.

Logically speaking, the Wanye Feihua Style that she practiced was known for its profound internal strength, and the wrist's ability to withstand internal strength (soul power) should be extremely strong.

In addition, she was born with strong meridians and a soul-revealing body, which should have been her advantage.

Now it seems that it can only prove one thing, that her control over sword energy is still insufficient.

Back then, when Chen Xiaojun fought with Qian Daoliu, although he was injured after the battle, he was able to use the Seven Injury Seal because of his super high control over sword energy.

Chen Xiaojun will explain the reason.

Xiao Yicong's fingers stroked the silver bracelet with leaf patterns, and purple flashed in her eyes: "So."

She suddenly put her fingers together to form a sword, and the fallen leaves around her seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, gathering in front of her to form a three-foot-long green blade, "It's time to find a sword that suits my needs."

Before he finished speaking, the sword shadow formed by the fallen leaves turned into green rain all over the sky, carving seven marks of equal depth on the stone table.

Suddenly, a three-foot-high bright light rose from Chen Xiaojun's body, and two strange swords appeared between his palms.

The sword in his left hand was completely black. When it was unsheathed, a cold light flashed. The blade was like black jade frost, and the edge of the blade shone with the cold glow of a silver moon.

What he held in his right hand seemed to be an old object, and the green color of the sword spine was somewhat similar to the Fengluan Sword from back then.

"When I was casting the Sun, Moon and Star Orders, there was any surplus of the five metals: purple gold flowing fire, refined gold dense stone, secret silver star sand, red copper marrow essence, and black iron cold essence. I melted them all into these two swords."

He flicked the sword with his fingers, and the clear dragon roar shook the copper bells on the eaves. "The black sword is made in the shape of the Chunjun sword of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Fengluan sword is made of five metals and transformed into a shadow-carrying sword. They make a pair, forming the perfect yin and yang. You can choose one."

Chunjun and Chengying were his first two sword beads. He used them most easily and even created separate sword techniques specifically for these two swords.

"Two unique talents that match each other." A hint of blush flashed across Xiaoyi's eyes, and her bare hands had already grasped the hilt of the black sword.

The sword made her fingertips glow with a faint rouge color, and her ears trembled imperceptibly.

Chen Xiaojun was stunned and frowned. He had thought that the girl loved the light and elegant Fengluan sword, but when he caught a glimpse of the star pattern on the black sword that was exactly the same as the ancient one from the Warring States Period, he suddenly realized that this sword was more like the sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which she was more familiar with.

She stared at the pitch-black sword, her fingertips gently stroking the winding patterns on the scabbard, her eyes filled with an unconcealable love for it.

This sword seemed to be born with some kind of magic that made her reluctant to look away.

Xiaoyi suddenly turned her face to the side, the tassels on her ears swaying slightly as she moved. She looked up and asked, "Does this sword have a name? And what's the name of the one in your hand?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaojun coughed twice, cleared his throat, and cast his eyes gently on the sword, and said slowly, "It has not been named yet."

"However, since the one in your hand is modeled after the Chunjun, let's call it 'Zhaojun'."

"As for the one in my hand..."

He lowered his head and stared at the faint blue phoenix pattern on the sword's spine. The sword body was shining with a cool luster under the light. "The name 'Feng Luan' is no longer suitable."

"This sword is somewhat similar to the 'White Sword' of my branch."

"The spine of this sword is green, and the dark pattern looks like a blue phoenix flapping its wings. Why not call it 'Qing Yi'?"

Xiaoyi's ears turned red, and she repeated in a low voice: "Zhaojun...Qingyi?"

These two names flow between lips and teeth, carrying with them an indescribable tacit understanding and warmth.

Aren’t these two names exactly the same as her and Chen Xiaojun’s names?
Zhaojun, Qingyi, one is as dazzling as the sun, the other is as cold as the moon, yet they blend together so harmoniously.

Her cheeks grew hotter, shyness and joy intertwined in her heart, finally turning into a sweet smile and she nodded gently.

Suddenly he smiled playfully: "Why not just call me Zhaojun, the Jun in Chenxiaojun."

Uh, Chen Xiaojun's mouth corners couldn't help but rise, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He continued to explain: "Zhao Jun has gathered the gold of the five elements. The hilt of the sword is engraved with a yin-yang fish totem. The fish eye is made of Yuanzhu. It complements the five elements of soul power you have cultivated, as well as the power of life and destruction. It will definitely help you."

Xiaoyi nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"

Then, she turned her wrist slightly, and the Zhaojun sword slid into the moon-white silver bracelet on her wrist like a spirit snake.

This silver bracelet may look ordinary, but it actually hides a secret. It is Xiaoyi’s new storage treasure—the supreme model of Yunshui Sanqian, named “Nine Turns Linglong”.

The bracelet has delicate winding lines, and the moon-white color is as warm as jade, adding a bit of mystery and nobility. On the other hand, Chen Xiaojun does not own such a supreme thing.

There were too few supreme bracelets, and he already had an extra-large Void Ring, so he gave this rare opportunity to someone else.

It is worth mentioning that each of the three bracelets on Xiaoyi’s wrists has its own characteristics.

In addition to the Nine-Turn Exquisite Bracelet, there is another one which is a birthday gift given to her by Chen Xiaojun in the past - a red jade bracelet, with a warm color, like blood and clouds; the other one is the green vine bracelet given by Qingxiu, with vines entwined and full of vitality.

The three bracelets are stacked together, with the red, green and white colors intertwined and complementing each other, which is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Women are good at this.

Chen Xiaojun raised his eyes to look at the sky, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a relaxed tone: "Look at the time, it's almost time for lunch, let's go eat together later."

Xiaoyi waved her hand gently and said with a smile: "Before you came, Ningxia and Cuilan had already brought the food back for me, so you don't have to go anymore."

Then, she playfully took Chen Xiaojun's hand and led him to her room.

Xiaoyi's cheeks were slightly red, and she asked softly with a bit of shyness: "Brother Xiaojun, can I give you two square boxes?"

Chen Xiaojun looked at the five lunch boxes in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry for a moment, with three parts of helplessness and seven parts of indulgence in his eyes, "No, no, one is enough for me."

"By the way, I also brought you some little things."

"What is this?"

Xiaoyi immediately stuck close to Chen Xiaojun like a happy little bird, looking at the things in front of her with curiosity.

"Fried potatoes. Hey! Don't rub your saliva on my shoulder!" Chen Xiaojun turned his head and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

This common roadside snack has been eaten by children of all ages, but Xiaoyi has definitely never tried it.

Xiaoyi's eyes lit up as she stared at the potatoes tumbling in the oil. She swallowed unconsciously and exclaimed, "They look so delicious."

"Hey, Xiaoyi, you're right! In the snack street behind the college, this fried potato shop has the most prosperous business."

Chen Xiaojun had a proud look on his face as he spoke while skillfully brushing the potato skewers with the secret seasoning he brought back.

Xiaoyi couldn't wait to grab the potato skewer that Chen Xiaojun handed over and took a bite of it.

"Ouch! It's hot! Hiss! It's so hot!"

"Spicy! Ha! So spicy!"

“Woo~~~ It’s so delicious!”

"Humph! You usually don't bring me something this delicious!"

Xiaoyi's mouth was burnt so much that she couldn't close it. She tilted her head back, stamped her feet and breathed out, but she looked very satisfied, while pretending to complain angrily.

Chen Xiaojun quickly comforted her, "Okay, okay, I'll bring you more snacks in the future, and we'll go there to eat. There are so many delicious foods in the snack street."

"Eat slowly, don't be impatient, there's more..."

Before Chen Xiaojun finished speaking, there was a flash of light, and four plates appeared on the table.

Pickles!

There are refreshing ginger slices, sweet and sour garlic, crispy pickled cucumbers, and fragrant braised beef.

These are eaten with fried potatoes and a dozen side dishes in the lunch box, so delicious!

Crunchy!
Chen Xiaojun was eating with gusto when he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where did they go?"

Xiaoyi was still chewing food and responded vaguely: "Well, um~ they went to fight."

Chen Xiaojun was confused for a moment: "Fight?"

Xiaoyi swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyes flickered, and she said, "Well~ I'm going to fight with the spirits!"

It turned out that, just in these few days, somehow, the news that the middle school department was selected to represent the college in the provincial preliminary competition spread.

Suddenly it became lively, like a hornet's nest.

Some people in the college, especially senior students, were extremely unhappy about this and felt that it was unfair, so they came in groups to demand an explanation.

It just so happened that at this time, Chen Xiaojun and Chen Mu (who was captured by his father to serve as a soldier) were not in the academy.

Although Zhu Wuneng and his friends were well-known in the academy, they couldn't handle the scene at all.

The two sides exchanged words, neither side gave in, and the argument soon turned into a fierce fight to determine the winner.

Zhu Wuneng, Dugu Fu, Su Ningxia, Gao Cuilan, Chen Bin, Chen Shurui and Ma Liang all went.

Ping-pong has been going on for a day or two, and the school's fighting arena is extremely lively.

Chen Xiaojun's sword-like brows pressed down the rolling clouds, and with a cold light, he asked, "They didn't cause you any trouble, did they?"

Xiaoyi sat up straight, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I'm a therapist."

Chen Xiaojun couldn't help but burst out laughing, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Not bad, the therapist is awesome!"

"This is a problem. I expected that there might be some trouble."

Xiao Yi smiled sweetly, and suddenly leaned forward, her black pupils reflecting the boy's tense jawline, and asked, "How are you going to deal with this?"

Chen Xiaojun put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "Since they have been fighting for a day or two, let's go and take a look after dinner. There must be a rule for this matter."

(End of this chapter)