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Chapter 156: Teaching and Gifting Treasures, Twenty-Four Generals

The person who appeared on one side of Li Guanyi's courtyard was Chen Qingyan.

With white hair on the temples and a cold temperament, he walked calmly with his eyes wide open. The frost and snow all dispersed. Looking at Li Guanyi's well-behaved appearance, he just nodded lightly.

Li Guanyi threw away the branch in his hand and said obediently:
"Aunt, you are here."

"Aunt, would you like something to drink? I'll get it."

The young man ran back quickly, fetched water to make tea, and then took out Yaoguang's secret snacks from a small box, placed them on the table, brought them out, and placed them under the willow tree, beside the lotus pond. Chen Qingyan nodded calmly, sat beside him, looked at the well-behaved Li Guanyi, and said:

"You used Xu Huiyang's Heart Sword today."

"Even if you have a good understanding, it is impossible for you to master King Gongyang Su's Heart Sword in such a short time."

"The essence of your move should be the Twelve-story Tower in Jiangnan Misty Rain. However, if you want to use your soul power to achieve this effect, in addition to the ancestral acupoint between your eyebrows, you also need to practice this skill to the third level."

"Your Kung Fu, have you made a breakthrough?"

Li Guanyi then realized why the princess came and said, "Yes, aunt, you are right."

"Because I figured out a knot in my heart."

The young man smiled gently and poured tea for the princess:

"Someone risked his own life to help me resolve this issue."

“Then I broke through.”

“I am very grateful to him.”

Chen Qingyan said calmly: "Given Miss Murong's personality, she would have taught you the skills step by step. You have only mastered the second level not long ago. She probably didn't tell you the method to break through to the third level, which is why you used the skin of the Heart Sword today."

Li Guanyi thought for a moment, and obediently offered tea, saying, "Aunt, please give me some advice."

Chen Qingyan took the tea and said, "She was the one who told me this technique. You have the blood of the Murong family, so I passed it on to you. Naturally, there wasn't enough time that day, so she only had time to tell me the first six levels. But this is one of the ten great skills in the Central Plains, and the first six levels are already extremely profound."

Chen Qingyan didn't move.

Suddenly the willow tree began to sway. The willow leaves peeled off and fell into the air, then danced gracefully. Suddenly, a layer of frost appeared on the tree, and it accelerated instantly. Li Guanyi had no eyes, and for a moment he could not catch the speed of the willow leaves. He could only see endless afterimages, breaking through the air sharply.

Willow leaves fluttered like swords.

The water in the pond suddenly shook, with a sound as dull as thunder.

Li Guanyi turned around and saw that the water in the pond in the courtyard was boiling, and then turned into a water dragon, flying out of the pond, with its fangs and claws bared, vivid and lifelike. The water vapor turned into mist like clouds, and the dragon was walking in it. There was even a faint sense of powerful threat, which made Li Guanyi feel a chill on his back.

It soared in the air for a long time and then suddenly dispersed.

Finally, they all fell into the pond.

The sound should have been as loud as thunder, but it was silent.

It was so easy to do it, which showed that Chen Qingyan was not serious at all and was just demonstrating casually. But even so, it was a mysterious scene that was hard to imagine for a warrior at Li Guanyi's level.

Chen Qingyan said calmly: "This is the first six levels of "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve-story Tower."

"Of course, my performance is different from that of Miss Murong. I am more focused on martial arts, while she is more focused on the soul. In terms of realm, she is much higher than me, but in terms of killing, I am stronger than her. I thought at first that this technique only made the practitioner's soul as hazy as mist and rain, difficult to measure."

"Later, I learned that the name of Jiangnan Misty Rain probably refers to the power of the soul to control the rain, which falls all over Jiangnan."

"You have been playing the zither for ten years, which is equivalent to practicing this technique for ten years without interruption."

"The third level is enough to reveal some of the mysteries."

Chen Qingyan opened his mouth and gave Li Guanyi the mantras of the following several levels of this top-notch magical skill. He could practice the third level immediately, but the next three levels were a bit vague and unclear, and it was obvious that he could not practice them yet.

Chen Qingyan said: "The ability of the primordial spirit to control objects has existed since ancient times."

"The Taoist sword-controlling technique also has this method. One of the two Taoist Xiantians can control the sword with his soul and behead people from a thousand miles away. It is difficult to tell which is better than the Murong family's method. It's a pity that I don't understand the supporting martial arts of the Murong family's method."

"Miss Murong is good at Yuanshen and Qi, but not at martial arts."

"She has no way to teach you in this area. If you want to learn the corresponding magical skills, you must go to the Murong family."

"As for now, I have figured out some methods of application. You can listen to them."

Chen Qingyan was reciting the formula, and a fallen leaf was circling around her hand, very agile. Li Guanyi also tried, but he was far less agile than Chen Qingyan. She looked calm and said, "Your cultivation is not enough. In fact, controlling all things in nature requires too much of you."

"What makes a man a man is that he is good at making use of things."

"Weapons of the sharp-weapon level use various mysterious materials, which can conduct vital energy and give them various characteristics. There are even more precious materials that can attach the soul and internal energy, and the objects made of them can be driven by the power of the soul, which is a treasure."

"Compared to precious weapons and sharp weapons, they are often not that heavy."

"In terms of pure hardness, sharpness, or even the transmission of vital energy, a precious weapon may not be better than a superior weapon, but precious weapons often have abilities that transcend the comprehension of ordinary people."

Chen Qingyan seemed to feel that it was difficult to fully describe it in words.

She picked up the sword in her hand and placed it on the table, saying calmly, "Try to pull it out."

Li Guanyi curiously grasped the sword, then pulled it out. The sword was light, and Li Guanyi was stunned to see that the sword was made entirely of ice, clear and transparent. A compelling chill emanated from it, and Li Guanyi felt his blood stagnate.

Li Guanyi asked: "Is this a precious weapon?"

Chen Qingyan took back the sword, and Li Guanyi's blood flowed rapidly, removing the feeling just now. Chen Qingyan said lightly: "Xuanbing."

Li Guanyi smacked his lips.

The materials of Xuanbing and Shenbing are similar.

There seems to be a rumor that the top-notch Xuan soldiers accompany the heroes of the world to travel the world. After accomplishing extraordinary feats, the Xuan soldiers will become spiritual and will be sublimated into divine soldiers in the legend, possessing incredible and mysterious abilities.

In other words, the sword in Chen Qingyan's hand is equivalent to the prototype of the magic weapon.

Chen Qingyan said calmly: "However, the precious weapons also have similar characteristics. For example, they are made of ice, and ordinary people will have their blood stagnated when they touch them. For example, they can make the opponent lose balance in a short period of time, not to mention fighting, even standing still is difficult."

"Some can also make the opponent's movements as slow as an old man during the activation time; they can make the opponent's internal energy dull and lose its edge, and even make the weapon in the opponent's hand decay quickly."

"All these things are too numerous to mention, and they are treasures."

Li Guanyi understood.

I also realized one thing immediately.

This stuff sounds expensive.

Chen Yuyun's crossbow alone cost five hundred taels of gold.

Chen Qingyan said calmly: "If you have the opportunity, you can find someone to make a treasure weapon, and use your soul to control it. According to the mystery of "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Floors", it can become a hidden move."

"You don't have to look at me."

"I am born into a royal family, and the royal family knows the precious weapons I use when traveling in the martial arts world."

"I came here today because the people from Zhongzhou came and held a banquet in the palace, so I have time. If they find that you have the weapon I used before, your identity will be exposed immediately, and you will definitely die."

Chen Qingyan finished his tea and stood up calmly.

Li Guanyi thought about it.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes, and bowed his head, putting on a perfectly pitiful look.

It was like a cat that was thrown out of its home and left shivering on the street on a rainy night.

He didn't say anything, just stood there obediently.

Chen Qingyan paused.

He seemed to sigh, stretched out his hand and took out something, a wooden box, and placed it on the table, saying calmly: "I got this when I was young while traveling. Because it is pure yang, it is not compatible with my physical foundation, so I have never used it."

"I'll have a cup of tea with you today."

"This thing is with you."

Li Guan was very happy to have gained something like this. He said:

"Aunt Qingyan is the best in the world!"

Chen Qingyan shook his head helplessly as he spoke sweet words without paying anything. He said calmly, "Your father wasn't as good at talking as you are back then."

"It turns out that he has been influenced by Miss Murong's temperament."

"Sharp-tongued."

Li Guanyi opened the box, and inside was an ice jade that gave off a faint chill. On the ice jade was a needle that was completely red, like a burning flame. Chen Qingyan raised his hand and moved it slightly, and the red needle began to boil, spinning rapidly and flexibly in the void, and finally stopped on Chen Qingyan's shoulder.

"This is the place where a Taoist practitioner had been in seclusion six hundred years ago when we were exploring a Jianghu relic. When the Taoist senior was buried, he took the box with him. Inside was a piece of material that could be used to forge a precious weapon, but it was too small." "Later, it was forged in the Divine Weapon Valley of the Murong family by the sword-forging elder of the Murong family. It looks like a needle, but it is actually a sword. It is called the [Red Flame Shaoyang Sword]. Although it is a little small, it just fits your current foundation."

Chen Qingyan said that he would not give Li Guan a precious weapon.

But he was able to carry with him a precious weapon that best suited Li Guan's basic needs.

I think it was prepared long ago.

Chen Qingyan passed the sword to Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi tried it for a while, and under Chen Qingyan's guidance, he learned how to control the sword. Then, in the night, the Shaoyang sword quickly spun and changed, almost turning into a stream of red light, and its speed was faster than the arrow shot by Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi operated the object with the technique of "Twelve-Storied Tower in Jiangnan Misty Rain", and gradually it became as easy as using one's arm. Suddenly, his mind changed, and the object flew straight into the pond, stirring up the waves, and then flew out. Li Guanyi thought about it, drew his sword, and the sword moved straight and upright.

What the sword cannot take into account is made up by the soul controlling the Shaoyang Sword.

Although he was clearly fighting alone, it was as if two people were wielding their swords together, interweaving and changing their powers with mysterious power. He then put away his sword and used the Frost Halberd to perform halberd moves, opening and closing them vigorously, while the Shaoyang Sword was hidden under the halberd, attacking unexpectedly.

Chen Qingyan nodded slightly and said calmly: "That's fine."

"You can leave this place safely someday, but remember, a fourth-level warrior has begun to condense his own spirit, not just physical strength. If you encounter such an opponent, be careful that your spirit and sword will be detected."

Li Guanyi:
"That is to say, most warriors before the fourth level would find it difficult to resist this move, right?"

"Thank you, Aunt Qingyan!"

The princess turned her back to him and hummed slightly. Suddenly, Li Guanyi saw the cold air dissipating in front of him. The princess' figure turned into a ball of cold air, then fell downwards and disappeared, but she had already left.

Such means made Li Guanyi amazed.

With the Shaoyang Sword, Li Guanyi's Murong family's unique skills, which he had practiced for the longest time, a full ten years playing the zither, finally found a place to be put to good use. Li Guanyi was very interested in it and kept controlling the Shaoyang Sword to fly within ten feet of his body.

Suddenly, the light of Shaoyang Sword paused, and then fell downwards.

Li Guan took a step forward, changed his body movements, and steadily caught the needle sword.

Then he was hit by a strong feeling of dizziness, just like when he was carsick and had to force himself to do math problems. The physiological discomfort made Li Guan's eyes go dark, and he held on to the wall. It took him a while to recover.

"It seems that the power of the soul also has its limits, just like muscles."

"If you exert too much energy, your muscles will ache like hell; if you exert too much energy, you will feel nauseous and want to vomit."

Li Guanyi sat on the ground, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. With a thought, the Shaoyang Sword flew into his sleeve and lay quietly against the arm guard on his wrist. He could only feel a faint warmth. Suddenly, Li Guanyi felt a slight buzzing sound, which turned out to be the wooden sign of the Ghost Market.

Twisted words appeared on the wooden sign representing the distinguished guests of the Netherworld Ghost Market.

What Li Guanyi asked to check has been completed.

Li Guanyi saw that it was not too late yet, and heard Chen Qingyan say that a banquet was being held in the palace, so he changed his clothes, put on a mask and went to the Ghost Market. The commissions in the Ghost Market did not need to be handed over through the Marquis of Buye, but could be picked up by himself.

Li Guanyi arrived in front of a wall and saw a box with his own traces on it.

The person on the other side of the wall spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Thirty taels of gold."

The corner of Li Guanyi's eye twitched.

He took out the gold left after killing Chen Yuyun from his arms. It was just the right amount. The aura of the gold had been disrupted by the black tortoise, and it was just an ordinary item, so it could be used. Other things such as the crossbow were given to Pojun to deal with.

Thank you, Chen Yuyun.

Although you were annoying when you were alive.

But dying is really a good thing.

Li Guanyi thought silently in his heart.

Selling stolen goods in the Ghost Market is also a common thing. Here, they don’t ask about the origin, only the transaction. Soon, Li Guanyi’s box fell into his hands. Li Guanyi left the Ghost Market, being careful all the way, letting the black turtle lie on his shoulder. After returning to the Xue family, he opened the box again.

There were only a few pieces of paper inside, and Li Guanyi's heart ached again.

This paper is more valuable than gold.

On the white paper was the whereabouts of the generals he had written down. Li Guan glanced over it and his eyes fell on the two generals under the command of Duke Taiping who had mixed in. At least the thirty taels of gold were spent on something meaningful, as there was even a portrait of them on it.

Li Guanyi saw a tall and strong man.

His hair and beard were standing on end, he had a leopard head and round eyes, and he was very strong and ferocious.

"Yan Xuanji is a man from the north. He traveled all over the country twenty years ago. He was a hero. He held a long iron-mixed diamond stick that could split mountains and rocks. He had the strength of a tiger bone, leopard skin, and mad bull. He had the second-best physique since ancient times. The Duke of Taiping took twenty punches from him without retreating a single step, so he sincerely convinced him and became his subordinate."

"He was a brave general under the command of the Duke of Taiping, and he never retreated even in the face of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"He had suffered thirty-six wounds, but he took off his armor and fought fiercely. He stopped the madly running Iron Buddha with one punch, held up the city gate with all his strength, and turned the tide of the battle. When Lord Taiping died, he cried loudly, resigned and left, entered the Central Plains martial arts world, and was listed on the list of divine generals. He became a monk under the tutelage of Master Wuyin of the Central Plains Buddhist sect."

"The Dharma name was Zhi Ge, and then he disappeared."

The other one was a middle-aged man with a cold expression and eyes like an eagle.

"Wang Shunchen, the archer commander under the Duke of Taiping."

"He once defended the city alone, shooting 3,000 arrows in one day, killing 2,997 people, and stopping the army's charge. The Qiang tribe rebelled and stationed on the mountain outside the city. Shun Chen shot his bow from the top of the city, and his arrows pierced the air and were nailed to the rock. They penetrated three inches into the rock and even went through the mountain and killed people."

"The bandits were terrified and called out to the God-shooting General."

"Rebellion against Suiping."

"He is the best archer under the command of Duke Taiping."

"When Duke Taiping died, he took out his bow and shot three arrows at the city gate. The common people left with their bows in hand. Even though there were thousands of soldiers in front of them, no one dared to stop them."

"Later, he joined the banner camp of a major sect in the Western Regions."

"I drink every day and indulge in the singing and dancing of beautiful women."

"The end of these ten years."

"No more bows."

"The Qiang envoy went to pay his respects, trembling with fear. After he left, he cried out loudly, saying, 'Is the Archer General dead? His heart is dead.'"

Li Guanyi looked at the records of these two people, saw their sadness and anger, and let out a sigh:

"A brave general who carries the banner, and the commander of the horse archers."

He recorded both of them.

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At this moment, in the palace of Chen State, the banquet was over, Ji Yanzhong returned to the palace, and all the attendants left. He stood here alone, but sober and sad. He sighed, paced under the moonlight, turned around, walked to the sword box, stretched out his hand and pressed the Chixiao Sword.

"Chi Xiao, Chi Xiao..."

"Can you really find a new owner?"

He spoke softly. This was not the first time he came to the State of Chen. The last time he came, he met a young and rough warrior. Seeing how brave he was, he passed some red dragon energy to him. Recently, he learned that the young man had become a famous general and rebelled against the State of Chen.

Things are different and people are different.

Ji Yanzhong laughed at himself: "Even if Chi Xiao is out there, can he really find a wise and enlightened ruler? The emperor of our Zhongzhou has been nurtured and brought up since he was a child. Could it be that he is not as good as someone in the wild?!"

"Si Wei is a lunatic, a coward!"

"People from the royal family are even more stupid! Stupid!"

"There is no position at all."

He still had the pride and arrogance of a royal family, as well as a kind of decadence brought about by watching familiar things collapse. At this moment, the Chixiao Sword suddenly emitted a ray of light. As the sword holder who had been with this sword since childhood, Ji Yanzhong was surprised.

He suddenly saw a ray of light reflected in Chi Xiao's image.

There seems to be a figure in it.

The appearance is unclear and the sound is unclear.

Only that voice was heard saying: "The sword of the emperor has the border city as its tip, the mountains and rivers as its edge, and the Ying country as its spine... It is made with the five elements, judged by punishment and virtue; it is opened with yin and yang, maintained by spring and autumn, and implemented in autumn and winter."

"This sword is straight and unparalleled, it can be raised to the highest level, it can be placed at the lowest level, it can move without distractions, it can cut through the clouds above and destroy the earth below."

"Once this sword is used, the princes will be united and the whole world will be convinced!"

The sound is vague.

It sounded like a heavy hammer hitting empty air in his ears!
The expression on Ji Yanzhong's face slowly froze.

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The Emperor's Sword?!
(End of this chapter)