Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 460: Martial Arts, Silent Sword! (Two in One)

Under the cover of night, above the main city, the huge city defense formation was still emitting a faint glow of energy, protecting the safety of the main city and all the people in the city.

The power struggle between the royal power and the Changsheng clan came to an end, and many people who had fled chose to return one after another.

No matter what, compared to the outside world, staying in the main city is still the most reliable and safest choice, even if the main city was in danger before.

But it finally survived, and the main city is still the main city, standing between the sky, earth and mountains.

The only difference is that the Immortal Su is no longer in the city!

Outside the city, Song Changming consumed another drop of the master's blood to restore his vitality.

"Commander!"

The 19th Army led by Xiao Peibai was the first to find him.

"What are the casualties of the army?" Song Changming asked after he calmed down.

"Many brothers died in this battle. Please forgive me, General." Xiao Peibai knelt down and apologized with a grim look on his face.

"Tell me about it." Song Changming let out a long breath and listened to Xiao Peibai's incomplete statistical report.

His 19th Army lost at least three thousand soldiers in this battle to defend the king!
There were even generals who died, and dozens of valuable centurions and deputy generals were also killed. And these did not include the seriously injured. It can only be said that the casualties were indeed heavy.

But this battle cannot be blamed entirely on Xiao Peibai.

After all, this time the opponent is the Changsheng Su family, which has more than a dozen powerful masters and thousands of innate warriors in the clan.

Able to fight against the power of the entire royal authority and military with the strength of one clan!
Most of the time, hundreds or even thousands of ordinary soldiers would not be able to replace a powerful member of the Su family.

Facing such a terrifying opponent, it is foreseeable that the army will suffer high casualties.

"Allocate funds from the local military treasury and give as much compensation as possible to the victims. Don't deduct any money." After hearing this, Song Changming shook his head and instructed.

As for the treatment of Xiao Peibai, Song Changming did not impose a heavy punishment on him. He only fined him three years' salary and the resources obtained from the military, but his position remained unchanged.

"Young Master." Su Qingqing and Song Ping'an came back one after another and found Song Changming.

"Let's go back first." Song Changming said as he tore off the rags on his body.

In the evening, in the second district, at the Song residence.

Song Changming saw the giant buzzard monster that had returned before him, and the little yellow bird that was still sleeping beside it.

At this time, there were still balls of fire floating around the little yellow bird, but they were not as strong as the previous pillar of fire that shot up into the sky. It was more like a layer of flame cover that wrapped around the little yellow bird inside.

Judging from the situation, it seems that this dormant state will not end in the short term.

"Will Xiao Huang be okay?" Su Qingqing asked worriedly.

Song Changming shook his head, not knowing whether there were any risks in the process of stimulating the blood.

But seeing that the buzzard next to him looked very calm, I thought it should be fine.

"It's too conspicuous to put it in the yard, so let's put it inside the house." Song Changming suggested to the buzzard.

The banshee's golden eyes glanced at Song Changming, and finally nodded. She used her demonic power to lift the little yellow bird and brought it into the inner room of Song Changming's house.

Song Changming looked at the other person's cold back and was silent for a while. Finally, he couldn't help but asked another question through voice transmission.

"Xiao Huang, is it a Phoenix?"

It's no wonder that he would think too much, or even have some whimsical thoughts.

It was because the little yellow bird's blood was stimulated and the noise it made was too loud. It was obviously not an ordinary bird.

The most crucial thing is the phoenix feather on the buzzard. The phoenix divine fire it summons is somewhat similar to the fire spit out by the little yellow bird!
Of course, the divine fire summoned by Tian Fengyu is much more powerful than the fire breathed by the little yellow bird.

The similarity here does not refer to power, but to the similarity in certain characteristics.

This also gave Song Changming a bold idea in his mind: would Xiao Huang transform into a real phoenix after his blood was stimulated?

The banshee paused for a moment, then continued walking into the house.

Before the door closed, the banshee's voice floated out.

"No."

"Isn't it?" Song Changming was not sure whether the witch was hiding something from him. Of course, the more likely possibility was that this was just his fantasy.

After all, the Tianfeng is a legendary divine bird from ancient times. How can it be compared to the little yellow bird he picked up?

As a great demon, the buzzard is willing to serve the little yellow bird as its master. There must be other reasons behind this, and it is not necessarily related to the divine phoenix.

"But no one in the world has ever seen a phoenix like that. Maybe the phoenix really looks like this."

Song Changming did not completely deny what he was thinking, but he had no way to prove anything now.

He activated the talisman formation set up in the master bedroom to isolate the evil spirit and energy fluctuations of the buzzard and the yellow bird, reducing the noise so as not to attract other people's detection and unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Sir, have a good rest."

Su Qingqing saw that Song Changming urgently needed to recover, so she didn't disturb him and just stayed outside the yard.

Xiao Peibai dispatched a group of elite soldiers from the army to protect the entire Song residence.

In the courtyard, Song Changming was recovering while taking out the stone slab with the knife marks.

In this battle against the Changsheng Su family, he understood the sword intent in this stone slab and played a crucial role.

Otherwise, he would not be able to hurt Su Xiang, a mid-level master, and in the end he would not be able to kill the ancestor of the Su family.

It is not yet midnight and he is still in a state of stimulating his potential. He plans to use this opportunity to continue studying the sword intent, otherwise it would be a waste of the precious remaining time.

Although he was not in good health at the moment, when he began to comprehend, he soon noticed the difference.

The seemingly ordinary knife mark seemed to be constantly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The more he concentrated, the clearer the remaining sword intent became.

In a trance, Song Changming seemed to see through the sword intent a figure holding a sword, standing on the top of the cliff, slashing out this shocking sword that changed the world!

The top of the cliff collapsed, and countless pieces of rubble and rock broke apart and scattered everywhere.

Among them was a piece of hard stone slab, which coincidentally retained a trace of knife marks and some knife intent on it.

No matter how many years have passed, this stone slab is buried deep underground, and because of the existence of the sword intent, it will not rot or decay, and it will no longer break further.

During this period, it was dug out, changed hands, and buried again and again. In the process, no one knows how many people and monsters the stone slab passed through.

It was not until it fell into Song Changming's hands that the sword intent on it was replicated for the first time.

Outside the courtyard, Su Qingqing turned around and looked at Song Changming with some concern.

At some point, Song Changming had closed his eyes and entered a state of enlightenment, turning a deaf ear to the outside world.

The sword spirit flowed through his body, and his sword attainments continued to rise in the process.

"what?!"

Outside the courtyard, Song Pingan looked at the long sword in his hand, which was making a continuous buzzing sound. This was the first time this had happened, and he was a little confused. He turned to look at Su Qingqing, and found that the sheathed long sword in her hand was motionless.

At the same time, the soldiers stationed outside the Song residence, whoever had a sword on them, made a radical buzzing sound from the blades.

This situation also made the soldiers panic, and they looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Yes, young master!" Su Qingqing was the first to realize that it was the sword intent emanating from Song Changming that caused this unusual situation. She signaled Song Pingan not to disturb him, let alone disturb Song Changming at this moment.

It was not until midnight that the status was refreshed and Song Changming ended his potential stimulation state.

The sword intent on his body quickly subsided.

“Is this the Dharma?”

Opening his eyes again, Song Changming looked at the stone slab in his hand, and had some different understanding in his mind.

If we consider the martial arts of the past as a rigid and methodical body-building martial art with each move being performed one by one, it is a low-level combat technique.

The martial arts tactics are about the application of energy circulation, strong energy, internal energy, and strong energy. They are more profound and are the fighting methods of martial artists at a higher level.

At this moment, the sword intent that Song Changming felt on the stone slab was different from martial arts and martial arts techniques.

Martial arts communicate the power of heaven and earth and establish the meaning of martial arts. They are more mysterious and more powerful!

Martial arts are a higher extension of martial arts techniques. In this world, only a few martial artists know of the existence of so-called martial arts.

Song Changming had heard of this martial art from King Cui in the past.

King Cui had heard Emperor Yun's opinions several times.

In the world today, no one can create this so-called martial art. Most of the time, only a very small number of martial artists with extremely high comprehension and talent can occasionally obtain this martial art from those ancient secret realms or ruins.

In other words, all existing martial arts in the world are ancient methods!
"It is said that martial arts test one's comprehension talent to an extreme degree. It seems that my comprehension talent of over 100 still cannot meet the requirements for comprehending this martial art." Song Changming thought to himself.

He knew very well that if he had not relied on the potential gained from risking his life to stimulate this limited-time state, he would not have been able to decipher this knife from the stone slab.

Martial arts are not limited to ordinary moves, so the martial arts he learned from the stone slab this time was only a sword move.

Open the panel and take a quick look.

[Silent Blade: Elementary Martial Arts, Getting Started (1105/100000)]

The sword that destroys heaven and earth is called the Silent Sword.

“It’s indeed martial arts.”

With the panel certification, Song Changming no longer needs to question anything.

The stimulation of his potential also helped him to get into the art of martial arts and officially master it.

In the future, when he wants to practice this martial art again, he will no longer have to rely on that flash of inspiration, which sometimes works and sometimes doesn't.

But this doesn't mean that Song Changming can use it whenever he wants.

This martial art is very exhausting to him. When he uses it at full strength, he has to put in all his strength. After one strike, all his strength is used up, and it is difficult to hold back.

Therefore, this martial art cannot be used as his conventional weapon, but can only be used as a fatal skill.

Without the assurance of a sure kill, releasing this martial art would be a risk for him.

"In the future, as I gain experience with this martial art and reach a higher level of mastery, I may be able to perform it more skillfully."

Thinking of this, Song Changming put away the stone slab in his hand, glanced at the still closed inner room, and did not plan to go in. He just meditated in the yard and swallowed pills to continue recuperating.

It is true that the continuous battles with the martial arts masters of the Changsheng Su family had indeed exhausted him.

He continued to rest for the moment.

It was not until the next morning that Song Changming felt that his condition had recovered a lot.

In addition to his own super self-healing ability, the top-grade elixirs and the master's essence and blood also played a crucial role.

If not, it would take him an unknown amount of time to recover to his heyday.

"Sir, this is Fox Mountain's Yunding tea, please try it." Seeing Song Changming in the courtyard finish a round of breathing exercises, Su Qingqing immediately served him the tea that had been prepared long ago.

"Do those fox demons also have the habit of drinking tea and discussing Taoism?" Song Changming asked puzzledly.

In the past, he only thought that the demons were cruel and bloodthirsty, and that the law of the jungle was the only rule of survival, and there was nothing else to say.

Later, as more and more powerful demons emerged, he realized that the demon world also had a complete demon society.

It is true that there are many differences between them and humans, but it is not just about killing and survival. Many demon tribes also have many other pursuits in life.

In comparison, it seems quite normal that the Fox Mountain foxes, who live in peace with the world, know how to appreciate tea and discuss philosophy.

"Some old fox demons in the mountains like these, and this Yunding tea can nourish the soul and body. It is very useful, sir." Su Qingqing said as if presenting a treasure.

Upon hearing this, Song Changming stopped being polite and started drinking the hot tea in the cup.

The tea is good. After drinking a cup of it, it soothes the throat and makes the whole body feel extremely comfortable.

"This man has gotten older and really likes drinking tea," Song Changming said in agreement, letting out a breath of hot air.

He is now over eighty years old, which is as young as can be among the martial masters, but also considered old among ordinary people.

"As long as you like it, young master." Su Qingqing said with a smile.

"On Fox Mountain, there are many rare treasures that are not found here."

As Su Qingqing spoke, she took out a number of rare treasures from the Qiankun Ring one by one and talked to Song Changming.

The situation was urgent when the two met again, and they hadn't been able to greet each other properly. This time, they only had the opportunity after the battle with the Su family was over and the dust settled.

As he was speaking, a charming woman came to visit. It was Xi Yanxue who had returned.

"Mother." Su Qingqing noticed Xi Yanxue's arrival and immediately stood up to greet her.

"Didn't I tell you not to interfere?" Xi Yanxue frowned slightly, looking at Su Qingqing in front of her, and said with some dissatisfaction.

Obviously, she didn't want to involve her own daughter in this battle, but Su Qingqing has always been disobedient in this matter.

"Daughter, aren't you worried that your mother might be in danger?" Su Qingqing said a few nice words in a slightly coquettish tone, and Xi Yanxue stopped blaming her.

This was her only daughter who was lost and then found again. She spoiled her so much that she couldn't bear to blame her harshly.

"Thank you, sir, for protecting my daughter." Xi Yanxue bowed to Song Changming and said politely.

"No need to say that. This time it's all thanks to Qingqing, otherwise I would have been doomed that day." Song Changming shook his head.

He knew very well that he was seriously injured that day, and if it weren't for Su Qingqing, Su Fengye might not be willing to let him go.

If he were to die at that time, he could certainly be reborn through Nirvana, but he would have no hope of breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, let alone mastering the Stone Slab's martial arts, the Silent Sword.

Without his fighting force, the outcome of the entire battle might have been completely different.

From this perspective, Su Qingqing's timely appearance played an extremely critical and important role.

(End of this chapter)