Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 54 Asking the Sword
Wu Tong looked at him, speechless.

Wen Ruyu's father was once his favorite disciple from Lishan, and later became the sword master of Lishan. Therefore, everyone in Lishan had high expectations for Wen Ruyu since he was a child.

Wu Tong didn't like his senior brother, Ye Qinghuang and Li Fan, but he couldn't help but like Wen Ruyu.

His father had died in battle representing the Sword of Lishan!
"They're all crazy." Mo Yang, the leader of Lishan Sword Peak, also rushed here and looked at the scene in front of him with emotion.

The disciples of Jian Valley Lishan were also moved.

Li Shan, is internal strife going to break out?

They couldn't help but look at the young man standing on the stone. What was so special about this young man? Because of him, Ye Qinghuang wanted to shake Lishan, the blind senior wanted to rebel against Lishan, and Wen Ruyu also wanted to rebel against Lishan.

Li Fan looked at the scene in front of him and asked himself, is he worthy of this from his master and senior brothers and sisters?

"Uncle Wu, let the ancestors make the decision on their own." Mo Yang stepped forward. He knew that he could not stop Ye Qinghuang.

What's more, now his uncle has taken action personally. After being seriously injured that year, his uncle returned to Lishan and has been living in seclusion ever since, and has never even set foot outside Shenxiu Peak.

But now, the master and his disciples were willing to turn against Li Shan for the sake of that young man.

He was also a little curious, could the young man succeed?

Although he had known Li Fan for a long time, he did not know Li Fan very well. Li Fan had been living with Ye Qinghuang on Shenxiu Peak outside Lishan and was familiar with the villagers of Lishan Village.

Everyone in the village seemed to like him very much.

But his uncle had too high hopes for Li Fan.

Li Shan doesn't want to gamble.

Mo Yang spoke, Wu Tong glanced at Wen Ruyu, and finally restrained the sword intent in his body, and the sword intent in the sky also dissipated.

Ye Qinghuang withdrew his gaze and looked back into the Sword Valley. A phoenix was singing in the valley, and then it sank into Ye Qinghuang's body and disappeared. The flames in the Sword Valley also dissipated, returning to normal.

Ye Qinghuang did not leave, but just stood there, staring at the Sword Valley.

The wind from the Sword Valley blew past, blowing the white clothes.

"Senior Sister." Li Fan didn't know what to say.

Ye Qinghuang showed a gentle smile, as if bathed in spring breeze, and said: "Xiao Fan, go and do what you should do."

The disciples around Lishan saw that smile and became more jealous of Li Fan.

Perhaps only Li Fan could make Ye Qinghuang smile so gently.

"Yeah." Li Fan nodded and turned around to sit cross-legged.

Ye Qinghuang stood behind him, looking at the boy's back.

She remembered twelve years ago, in that hellish scene, she was injured and unconscious. When she opened her eyes, a boy was guarding her side. The boy endured such pain, but still restrained himself. It was not until she woke up that the boy dragged his tired body away.

Demons everywhere followed him.

That day, the setting sun was blood-red.

Later, the boy went up the mountain.

She came to protect.

Li Fan's consciousness entered the stone wall of Sword Valley again. If he wanted to ask for swords in Sword Valley, he must first enter the realm of refining the spirit. If the spirit is not strong, he cannot ask for swords.

At this time, Li Fan seemed to sense that there was a sword humming softly on the stone wall of the Sword Valley. He moved his mind and established a connection with the sword. In an instant, a terrifying suction force seemed to swallow him whole. Li Fan felt a little uncomfortable, but did not resist. The next moment, his consciousness seemed to be pulled into the sword.

A picture appeared in Li Fan's mind.

On a solitary peak, two figures, one old and one young, stood there.

"Disciple, you don't have the talent for swordplay. So far, you have only learned one sword." said the old man.

"Master, can I only learn this sword?" the young man asked.

"Silly child." The old man touched the boy's head.

The scene changed, and the boy began to learn sword, and he kept repeating the same sword, day and night...only one sword.

The sword became faster and sharper. The boy seemed to have grown up a lot, but he still only knew how to use one sword and only learned one sword.

"Master, I want to participate in the Lishan Sword Test."

"Silly boy, what kind of swordsmanship did you learn?"

The young man shook his head.

"What do you have to take part in the sword test in Lishan?" the old man asked, and the young man returned disappointed.

After the sword test in Lishan, the young man stood quietly in the corner, watching the other disciples in high spirits, and the one who won the sword championship was even more dazzling.

The boy left disappointed.

Another day, he found the disciple who won the sword championship, stood in front of him, and asked to test his sword. The other party was a little disdainful, but still agreed.

The young man was extremely serious and drew his sword. All his hard work over the past few years was put into this one sword. He only knew this one sword and he swung it with all his strength.

The other person fell in a pool of blood.

The young man was confused and knelt on the top of the mountain with the corpse on his back. He was accused and scolded countless times, saying that he had ambushed and killed his fellow disciples and that they wanted to take his life. His master seriously injured him and pleaded for him, and the young man was eventually driven off the mountain.

That day, it rained heavily. The young man left the mountain despite his injuries and traveled the world.

He traveled all over the place and made a name for himself with this sword. When asked about his origins, he called himself Jian Yi and never said that he was from Lishan.

He only knew how to use a sword and was afraid of bringing disgrace to Lishan's name.

Many years later, a large-scale demon riot broke out in a city. A big demon entered the city, and millions of lives were robbed. The government was at a loss, and countless monks fought to the death. Jian Yi took action and killed the demon leader with one sword.

With the sword in his hand, he killed the demons and caused their blood to flow like a river.

But he died in this battle.

Before his death, he told the world that he had come from leaving the mountain.

His sword was sent back to Lishan.

When a person dies, the sword returns.

When he returned, his master had become a white-haired old man. He came to the Sword Valley holding his sword in both hands and personally delivered his sword into the Sword Valley.

Afterwards, the white-haired old man broke his sword and committed suicide in the Sword Valley.

He is not worthy of practicing swordsmanship, nor is he worthy of being a teacher!
Jian Yi's past life flashed through Li Fan's mind, touching his heart. It turned out that he was also a person who was not recognized by Lishan, and he had some similarities with himself.

Is it because of this that the sword has established contact with me?

At this time, Li Fan entered the world of swords.

In front of him, a figure appeared, swinging a sword in front of him, swinging it casually.

Li Fan couldn't even see the sword clearly. He only saw a beam of light that kept flashing in front of his eyes, over and over again.

The illusory figure kept repeating this sword move, only once.

"If you only have one chance to strike with a sword, how will you strike?" a voice came.

Li Fan knew that the sword-questioning had begun.

If you only have one chance to strike with the sword, and failure means death, how do you strike with the sword?
Li Fan swung his sword, also simply, but he was too slow, and the trajectory of the sword was clear.

Li Fan stopped. It was not easy for Senior Lishan to learn sword skills throughout his life.

Moreover, sword cultivators do not just swing the sword with their hands. Jian Yi previously used his mind to wield the sword, which was also as fast as lightning.

Although there was only one sword, he had already performed it to perfection and extremely fast.

Li Fan did not continue swinging the sword, but stared at the sword and thought.

In the valley, Li Fan sat cross-legged with sword intent flowing through his body.

Obviously, he was asking about the sword.

Many Lishan disciples looked at Li Fan. Today, Ye Qinghuang, Wen Ruyu and their two disciples did not hesitate to rebel against Lishan in order to get Li Fan a chance to ask sword questions. How many sword questions could he ask?
"Brother Xiaofan, you can do it." Yang Qingshan looked at Li Fan and clenched his fist. Although he was young, he also knew the hardships Li Fan had endured over the years.

He looked at Lu Yuan again, and saw that Lu Yuan's eyes were also on Li Fan, which made Yang Qingshan secretly happy.

Lu Yuan must be interested in me. She knows that I have a good relationship with Brother Xiaofan, so she pays attention to Brother Xiaofan.

The book says that this is called loving the house and loving the dog in it.

He has to work hard too!

Li Fan tried to control the sword with his spirit, and the sword became faster, but it was still not right.

He swung the sword many times, trying again and again.

He knew that this sword question was not about his talent in swordsmanship.

Jianyi himself had average talent and only knew one sword skill, but he persevered and practiced that sword skill to perfection.

So, he doesn't ask about talent.

Li Fan also knew that if he only thought about swinging the sword, he would never find the correct answer.

He concentrated on thinking, recalling Jianyi's life. Jianyi said that he only knew one sword, but that sword could not actually be called a sword move or sword technique.

How can one master swordsmanship with just one sword?

Li Fan thought about his life again. He was somewhat similar to Jian Yi, but his luck was better. He met the old blind man and his senior sisters and brothers.

For their own sake, they would not hesitate to draw their swords against Lishan.

What would he do if his senior brothers and sisters encountered difficulties?
"If there is only one chance to strike with the sword." Li Fan murmured, thinking for a long time, and then replied: "I strike with the sword with protection, with faith, and with hope."

Li Fan swept his arm and slashed out with a sword. In the illusory space, the sword still seemed slow, but when the sword was slashed out, it revealed a sense of determination, tearing everything apart.

In the Sword Valley, the sound of swords continued, and Li Fan only felt a sword intent surging into his mind.

"I swing my sword in despair, seeking hope." Jian Yi's voice came, and Li Fan's sea of ​​consciousness roared. There, a ray of sword intent merged into Li Fan's sword seed.

In the Sword Valley, a sword clanged and flew out from the stone wall, flying towards Li Fan and hovering in front of him.

Li Fan opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the ordinary sword in front of him, but this sword was everything to Senior Jian Yi.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the sword. In an instant, it seemed as if they were connected by blood, as if man and sword were one.

The moment Li Fan held the sword, he knew that Senior Jian Yi's sword had transcended the sword. The sword was just a form, and that sword was everything to him.

He swung his sword in despair, seeking hope.

"Thank you!" A voice seemed to come from the sword, a voice that only Li Fan could hear.

Li Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Thank you for the sword, Senior!"

As Li Fan's voice fell, the ray of consciousness in the sword completely dissipated. Li Fan could clearly feel it dissipating and left calmly. Perhaps he finally found someone who understood his sword.

(End of this chapter)