I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 63 Chen Zhian’s sword power!
Midnight has passed, but the moon is still high in the sky.

The moonlight was like silver, seeming to shine everywhere.

There is no curfew in Xuantianjing, but after midnight, only three city gates are allowed for entry and exit.

Chen Zhian drank a few sips of Luofu wine and felt hot all over. The true energy in his body was boiling and extremely hot.

It was just like the day when he ate the Blood-Burning Ginger Fruit, which filled his whole body with strength.

It is indeed a fine wine that is worthy of being praised by people today in poems.

He carried the knife case on his back and walked through twelve or thirteen streets, straight to the outskirts of the city.
A guest came to the Xiren Residence.

The person who came was an old man, wearing a dark purple brocade robe with golden cloud patterns embroidered on it that was faintly visible in the moonlight. He had a wide ink-black belt around his waist with a warm jade plate hanging from it, and it was obvious that he was a man of status.

He had a thin face, a silver beard under his chin, and was meticulously groomed.

If Chen Zhian were here, he would be able to recognize this old man as the old man he met before on the banks of the Huanglong River.

At this time, the old man casually walked into the shop and saw Qu Junhui busy in the inner room, so he looked around in the shop.

Until he saw the deer head embedded in the wall and the winding antlers.

Then he saw that the evil knife [Gengfan] on the deer antlers had disappeared.

The old man frowned slightly and looked around, but still could not find any trace of the long knife. He turned his head to look at the inner room, where Qu Junhui lifted the curtain and walked out slowly.

"Your Highness, it's already past midnight. How come you still have the elegance to come and visit me?" Qu Junhui casually put down some medicinal herbs and made a pot of tea.

"This rice soup...how come it disappeared?" The old man who was called "Prince" by Qu Junhui frowned.

Qu Junhui laughed and said, "Yu Li Ke has already arrived at Xiuba Mountain. I have asked someone to deliver the soup, rice and long sword."

The prince's brows were almost twisted together, and he asked, "Who dares to give this knife?"

The smile on Qu Junhui's face faded: "Some nobles in Xuantianjing don't want the young General Chu to die. They are on guard against my Baliang Street every day. They are waiting for me to give them the knife, so that they can use the name to kill Yu Li Ke."

"But I just don't want him to die. I must take the soup and rice and put it on this knife, so that one day he can chop off people's heads and cook the soup and rice, avenge himself, and seek the transcendent destiny."

The prince sat down at the table in the shop, tapping his fingers, as if thinking: "You found a killer? Who is willing to die for this? Or, you didn't tell him the matter, hid it from him, and asked him to deliver the knife?"

"Am I such a mean person?" Qu Junhui poured tea for the prince. "I really didn't tell him that giving him a knife would have serious consequences. I'm afraid it would anger a lot of people."

The prince raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you considered a villain?"

"But no one knew that he was the one who delivered the sword." Qu Junhui met the prince's inquiring gaze and said, "The one who delivered the sword today was a young True Yuan cultivator."

The prince's expression became more and more stunned: "A little True Yuan cultivator? How can a True Yuan cultivator hold up the Gengfan Evil Knife?"

"Even if he manages to pick it up by chance, the evil energy on the knife will gradually corrode his body and cause him to become possessed and die. Qu Junhui...what on earth have you done?"

Qu Junhui's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed in the direction of Xiuba Mountain outside the city: "With your cultivation level, why do you need to ask me this? Why don't you open your third eye and take a look for yourself?"

The prince drank a cup of fragrant tea, stood up and walked outside the residence.

He looked up and saw that there was suddenly a swirling cloud behind him, with a thick mist emanating from it. In an instant, a divine figure appeared in the void behind him, looking down at him, just like... a god looking down at the world.

The deity was truly majestic, with a body more than ten meters tall. He wore a red-gold helmet with flames burning on it, and black armor with intricate patterns on it.

What is even more extraordinary is that this divine statue actually has a third vertical eye on its forehead, and there is a cold light in its pupils, as if it contains the heaven and earth. It is even more mysterious and powerful than Chu Muye's divine general statue.

At this time, the three gods were suspended in the air, and the eyes on their foreheads slowly turned, looking towards Xiuba Mountain in the distance!

A ray of empty light shone there.

Then I saw a young man carrying a knife box on his back. He had already left Xuantianjing and was walking on the road leading to Xiuba Mountain.

Although the contents of the scimitar seemed ordinary, the prince knew that the long sword must be emitting a cold and evil spirit, which was devouring the boy's flesh, Yuanguan, and true essence.

"This young man... looks quite familiar."

The prince frowned and looked carefully, only to find that the young man in blue was the one he met by the Huanglong River.

"This young man has only the cultivation level of the True Essence, how can he lift the long sword?"

Although the evil sword is not heavy, it is spiritual. If one does not have the innate cultivation of a rough jade, even if one is at the divine realm, he or she will not be able to lift this sword.

If you try to pick it up by force, you might end up hurting yourself.

But this young man in the Zhenyuan realm, carrying a knife box on his back, still walked steadily as he climbed up Xiuba Mountain!

"It seems that this young man has some talent in swordsmanship. He can even make the Gengfan Evil Sword willingly lie in the sword box behind him."

The prince couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

On the banks of the Huanglong River, Chen Zhian's eloquent talk had already attracted his attention, and his memory is still fresh.

He was really surprised that the young man actually picked up the long knife today.

But soon the surprise on the prince's face disappeared and turned into worry.

"He is at the True Yuan realm and he is able to leave the city with a sword. In addition, the [Sword Box] is also a mysterious spiritual treasure, and you have attached a magic trick to it. No one will be suspicious, and there is indeed no danger."

"But this young man has such a natural talent for swordsmanship. If he is corrupted by evil spirits, wouldn't that ruin his talent?"

The prince couldn't help but glance at Qu Junhui who was leaning against the door frame, with much blame in his eyes.

Qu Junhui laughed: "Your Majesty, please look carefully."

"Hmm?" The third eye of the divine general above the prince's head shone with an even brighter light.

Then he saw that Chen Zhian was actually emitting layer after layer of... sword power!
This [sword force] is like a wave, layer upon layer, continuous and endless.

It was like thousands of horses and troops roaring together, marching northward in a murderous manner, breaking eight cities in a row, and bringing up the sound of whistling wind!
The prince's pupils shrank!
"Sword power?"

"He is only at the stage of True Essence Results, but he has already achieved perfection in profound skills and realized the endless sword energy?" He suddenly remembered the banks of the Huanglong River, when Chen Zhian looked down at the rolling waves of the Huanglong River.

"The force of this sword is like a mighty river surging across the sky, or like a mighty army charging into a rolling massacre. What kind of sword technique did he cultivate? How could he use the mighty river's tidal wave to comprehend the mighty army's killing spree?"

"With this knife power and the ability to pick up Gengfan, he is indeed the perfect person to deliver the knife. Gengfan's evil knife will not hurt him."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Junhui still smiled at him: "There are many young masters from noble families who have practiced Xuan Gong in the Zhenyuan realm, and even the first-grade Xuan Gong. However, there are very few who have practiced the third-grade Xuan Gong to perfection and realized the sword power.

You see, Yu Li Ke is lucky, and there is such a suitable person to give him a knife."

The prince thought more, "What is the origin of this young man? He is very talented, not inferior to those young heroes at the top of the Young Tiger Monument. In half a year, the Young Tiger Monument will be updated, and Chen Zhian's name will definitely be on the list! But I don't know what his family background is like, and how he can rank on the Young Tiger Monument?"

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Xiuba Mountain is rolling and undulating, like a giant dragon lying on the earth. The main peak is towering into the clouds, and even under the bright moonlight, it is hidden from time to time due to the cover of clouds.

The reason why this mountain is named Xiuba seems to be related to a precious sword, but the scenery of Xiuba Mountain is famous all over the world.

Just at the foot of the mountain, there is a clear spring flowing, and the splashing water is as crystal clear as time.

And at the highest parts of the mountains, there are rows of Mount Everest, some of which are as steep as swords piercing the sky, as if trying to compete with the sky for height.

This was the first time that Chen Zhian came to Xiuba Mountain. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he felt that the Gengfan Evil Knife in the scissor box behind him was getting hotter and hotter. The aura flowing from it collided with his Badu Beiqu Knife more regularly, as if it was pointing the way for him.

Chen Zhian followed the scent flowing from the long knife and walked into the forest. He then followed the rugged forest path and came to a place shrouded in clouds and mist.

Behind the swirling clouds, there is an old temple.

The temple was in ruins, and the wind from the mountains whistled past, even making a creaking sound, which seemed quite eerie.

Chen Zhian arrived in front of the temple. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then took off the knife box behind him and took out the long knife [Gengfan] from the knife box.

At this moment, he was holding a long knife, and he looked a little more lively than when he was in Xirenju.

Chen Zhian thought about it and slowly drew his sword.

The mysterious aura on the blade was still flowing freely and flickering constantly.

And there was also a strange [momentum] in Chen Zhian's body that was constantly fluctuating and intersecting with his true essence.

"You came here to deliver the sword, so that I can fully master the sword power of [Badu Beiqu]."

Chen Zhian let out a long breath and stroked the blade again: "Goodbye."

He whispered softly, stabbed the soup into the ground, and leaned the scabbard against the blade.

Then he stood up and slowly retreated until he passed through the clouds again.

The dilapidated temple was hazy behind the clouds. Chen Zhian looked up and saw a man walking out of the temple.

The man's face was also shrouded in mist and could not be seen clearly. He slowly walked to the front of Gengfan's long knife.

Reaching out...

Draw the knife!

It was like a whistling strong wind, and a gust of wind came where the sword was drawn, and all the clouds and mist were blown away.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw a man wearing an evil ghost mask on his face and tattered armor on his body. He had already sheathed the [Gong Fan] and put it around his waist.

That armor should not be his, the size doesn't fit.

The man equipped the sword and looked at Chen Zhian from a distance, then... held the scabbard with his hand and bowed to Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian took a deep breath and turned to go down the mountain.

He walked a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said, "Excuse me, senior, why is this knife called... [Gengfan]?"

When Chen Zhian finished speaking, his voice was so weak that it could not be heard.

Because when he turned around, he found that there was no one in front of the dilapidated temple.

Chen Zhian felt sorry for not getting an answer, so he shook his head and continued on his way.

But when he took a step, another hoarse and unclear voice came with the wind.

"I once went back to my hometown and cooked rice and soup, but I didn't know who to invite to eat it."

"So I knocked over the rice soup, used the neighbor's kitchen knife to forge a knife, and called it... [rice soup]."

Chen Zhian nodded and went down the mountain.

"The soup and rice are ready, but I don't know to whom I can give them."

He has traveled thousands of miles to come to the capital several times, probably just to treat people to this soup.

He began to understand this man's hatred.

-

The prince had already gone back, but he asked someone to send two extremely precious and special medicinal herbs.

Qu Junhui took the herbs, walked into the inner room, and took out the alchemy cauldron that had not been used for a long time.

He stretched his body and said to himself, "The Qixia Mountain Master gave her female disciple a precious elixir that enabled her to enter the divine realm in seventeen days."

"I am not as good at refining pills as the Qixia Mountain people, and the Qixia Mountain people's medicinal materials are naturally more precious... But Chen Zhian is extremely talented, and he has this rare acquired energy, plus the prince's Jingxuan grass and Jianzhi insect..."

"I will make the elixir and let Chen Zhian enter the divine realm in 30 days, or even go one step further in the divine realm. It's not difficult!"

(End of this chapter)