From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 61 Xiao Qingming

The nine ancient artifacts were washed by the power of time, and the countless figures that had come into contact with them passed by at a high speed in a short period of time, and then returned to silence.

The old turtle poked his head out and asked, "What's so special about the harpoon? It looks ordinary."

Chen Xuan replied muffledly, "Those who have used this harpoon have all been fishermen for generations, not even a single monk."

He observed carefully the human figures on the surface of the harpoon as time passed, and they were all fishermen wearing bamboo hats.

Snow is falling, the north wind is howling, and sitting alone at the bow, holding a harpoon, with a determined gaze, there is a kind of unruly temperament...

The old turtle was stunned when he heard this and said, "Of course fishermen use harpoons, but would a monk use one as a weapon for fighting? It can't be so shabby, right?"

"..."

Chen Xuan fell silent after hearing this. In fact, he was quite skilled in using the harpoon.

"clang!"

He flicked the harpoon blade lightly, and a clear sound came out, a strange metallic sound that had never been heard before, and its toughness and strength exceeded that of ordinary iron by a long way.

This is a rare divine weapon that is almost immune to worldly fire.

The old turtle said, "A small part of the material of this harpoon has become spiritual and has turned into a strange gold. It can be used as a material for refining root instruments and treasures."

He pointed to the other eight ancient artifacts, all of which had undergone varying degrees of abnormality, and said, "When you have time, find a Daozang Realm Fire Officer to melt them down and change the materials. It will be enough for you to forge a true treasure."

The Fire Official refers to the Red Qi monk, who is good at forging objects and is commonly known as a blacksmith.

Wang Zhenyang of Chiya City is a famous weapon refiner. When he swings his six arms to wield a sledgehammer, streams of fire turn into waterfalls, creating a spectacular scene. There are also some ghosts and monsters in the southern wilderness mountains and swamps who are good at this.

These common antiques have ordinary backgrounds and have never been used by high-level cultivators. Although they will undergo transformation, the degree is limited and they cannot be used directly as magic weapons.

"I know an old fox. I'd like to introduce him to you if I have the chance..."

The old turtle enthusiastically recommended the ghost friends in the South Wilderness Mountain to Chen Xuan, and advised him to refine the weapon... He did not like the way Chen Xuan held the harpoon, which reminded him of his poor nest of mountain treasure fish... Only a few of them matured in a year, and as a result, he caught two of them in a row a few days ago.

"Thank you."

Chen Xuan nodded, put away the nine antiques, and then stared intently at the jade bracelet in his hand.

According to Liu Jiao, this jade bracelet was once used by someone who was close to being an immortal in ancient times. There must be traces of his remaining great power in this world.

As long as there is a trace of residual power that resonates out, this jade bracelet is likely to transform into a real treasure on the spot!

"Buzz!"

The jade bracelet continued to emit a white glow and slowly floated into the air.

At the edge of the endlessly distant sky, fluctuations of Qi were generated and began to respond.

……

……

At the border between the Southern Wilderness and the Red Crow City, Qi practitioners and ghosts have left the Peach Blossom Spring one after another, and this gluttonous feast is about to come to an end.

At this moment, rays of light from the power of time lit up from every corner of the earth.

"Buzz!"

Not only that, in the distant sky, there were brilliant rays of divine light, among which flashed the shadow of an ancient monk, rising from the earth in all directions, dragging a brilliant tail flame towards this side.

Most of the strange phenomena were caused by the ancient relics given by Liu Jiao to the young genius.

"The Immortality Seed is really a good thing. I'm about to get a Noble Phantasm."

Some people whispered, identifying the figures in the divine light. Among them, several were famous figures in the history of the ancient Chu State... and some came from areas outside the Chu State.

Among these divine lights, three or four seemed particularly powerful, paving the way for the rosy clouds, crossing the sky, and the shadows of immortals were strolling towards them.

"A rare treasure is about to be born." Some people had strange lights flashing in their eyes, evil thoughts in their hearts, and gathered towards the place where the divine light fell.

"Is Brother Niu Zi's aptitude really that bad?"

Under the sky, Ye Kui was walking aimlessly in the wilderness, with a sword hanging from his waist and a dogtail grass in his mouth. He was holding up a crystal clear teacup and looking at it carefully.

Ye Kui left Peach Blossom Spring a long time ago. Not long ago, the shadow of a great figure in the mortal world stepped from the horizon and crashed into the teacup, causing it to completely transform into a half-finished treasure.

cup?

Is it for drinking tea?

Liu Jiao looked down on him a little...

"Yan Yushu, the sword-wielding young man in white, and that... Chen Xuan... are all geniuses with extremely high aptitude."

Ye Kui muttered, pausing and gazing up at the distant sky. Three or four brightest shadows were traversing the center of the sky. They must be the traces of near-immortals left in the world, now being summoned by the relics in the hands of these three or four people. "Rustle!"

In the distance, a group of people were walking towards him. The leader, who was wearing a Taoist robe, raised his head and looked at Ye Kui in surprise.

"What are you?"

Ye Kui turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man in Taoist robe.

"hey-hey……"

The middle-aged man in Taoist robe laughed softly.

Ye Kui raised his eyebrows and said in a muffled voice, "What are you laughing at? I'm asking you a question, what are you looking at? Old man, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

"hey-hey……"

"Hey, mother? You're so stupid! Brother Niuzi is really upset with you..."

"Hey, Ye Kui."

The middle-aged man continued to smile and called out his name directly.

Ye Kui's pupils suddenly shrank, and his frivolous expression slowly subsided.

The middle-aged man smiled, his face showing a stiff smile, and said: "Ye Kui, the Taoist masters have taken a fancy to you... There is no place for you in this world, in the universe, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you can't escape..."

"boom!"

The ancient teacup suddenly smashed out, turning into the size of a house and pressing forward. Following closely, there was the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed. The sky was filled with sharp and dazzling sword lights and shadows, like a raging wave, slashing towards the middle-aged man with a weird smile.

"【Little Justice】!!!"

Ye Kui's eyes were red, and he launched the most violent attack in an instant, as if a bloody aura surged out from the heaviest darkness.

in front of him.

The middle-aged man exuded a majestic aura belonging to the Daozang realm.

……

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Southern Wilderness.

Chen Xuan stood by the lake, his body straight, his hands behind his back, his eyes clear, and he looked leisurely at a divine light coming from the distant sky.

The old turtle stood aside, also with his hands behind his back. His height barely reached Chen Xuan's waist, like an old man in the sunset.

An old man and a young boy, in the mountains under the setting sun, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

"Coming……"

"Ah."

Chen Xuan nodded, then turned around and sincerely invited, "Senior Turtle, I know you're very skilled in martial arts. Is that set of boxing you used against Qingyazi and Lu Zhuan Tai Chi? It has quite the aura of ancient martial arts. Would you like to spar with me sometime?"

This turtle's martial arts skills are extraordinary, and among those he has seen in his life, it is definitely among the top three.

The other two were himself and Ye Kui, a young man with a dogtail grass, with whom I had no chance to fight.

The old turtle glanced at him and sneered disdainfully: "Tai Chi? Are you talking about my little turtle fist? What, little guy, are you trying to steal my skills?"

He was old and clever, and he could see through Chen Xuan's inner thoughts at a glance. This person had a heart for martial arts and a very high level of comprehension. He was afraid that after one or two exchanges, the other party would directly use the same Little Turtle Punch...

Chen Xuan blinked. "How can a martial artist's work be called stealing? Learning from the strengths of all schools to make up for one's own weaknesses is the right way. Senior Turtle, I also know a few sets of boxing techniques. Do you want to learn..."

"..."

As they were talking and laughing, a brilliant purple light appeared in the sky.

A woman in purple fairy clothes and with a gentle face stood on it, with a dignified temperament, holding an ancient seven-stringed jiaowei harp in her hands, and the gauze shawl wrapped around her arms fluttered in the wind, as if she was going home with the wind.

The strings of the zither are plucked, and the celestial music lingers, as if the color of glass moonlight penetrates the heart, beautiful and melodious, making people's thoughts peaceful. There are birds singing in the woods, and the lingering sound is endless.

"Zichen Mountain, Immortal Zifei."

Chen Xuan remembered the record about this jade bracelet in Taohuayuan.

"This was a peerless fairy who once dominated several nations and an era. Her legend is recorded in many ancient books of the Chu State. The Zichen Mountain Taoist temple she founded is still active in a nearby ancient country."

"Those who come after me, don't try to imitate me..."

There were clear words of warning, as clear as the sound of a spring in a cave, coming from the sound of the piano played by the phantom of the purple-robed fairy.

(End of this chapter)