flstandardbreds Chapter 161: The Magic Fairy Sword is completely devoid of its demonic nature? The Secret of the Zhe
Chapter 161: The Magic Fairy Sword is completely devoid of its demonic nature? The Secret of the Zhe
Nanjue, Yazhou, and Guayun Mountain.
Guayun Mountain is as tall as the clouds, hanging alone on the coast.
It's strange to hear the fishy and wet sea breeze blowing over the exposed rocky cliffs of Guayun Mountain again and again.
On the cliff where there should be no grass, a kind of cliff cypress actually grew, breaking through the hard rock and reaching into the sky.
"Shh!"
The young man was dressed in a dark red tights, holding an ancient long sword in his hand and suddenly slashing out with sword energy!
"Crack!"
The sword energy passed by, and dozens of feet away, a cliff cypress that was as thick as a bowl and grew on the cliff was cut into two pieces by the sword energy!
The young man who just swung the sword was Ye Dingzhi, who had returned from the south for many days. The handsome and charming Yu Shengmo stood behind Ye Dingzhi with a fixed look in his eyes.
After witnessing this sword, he showed some approval.
Ye Dingzhi put away the Zhenwu Sword, pointed his toes, and flew to the cliff cypress tree he had just been to.
He reached out to touch the mirror-smooth broken end, then raised his head and revealed a row of beautiful teeth:
"Master! Did my sword strike just now possess the power of the Demonic Immortal Sword?"
Yu Shengmo said in a cold tone:
"Yes, but not much!"
Ye Dingzhi was a little discouraged and argued:
"Master, this is the cliff cypress from Guayun Mountain! People in Weizhou often say: I would rather take a piece of cypress from Guayun Mountain than be attached to the three ounces of gold in the furnace!"
"The cypress trees on Guayun Mountain are different from those found elsewhere. Their wood is as hard as iron. My disciple has practiced this sword for many years to achieve such power..."
"You're really hitting me too hard..."
Ye Dingzhi's voice became smaller and smaller. Yu Shengmo couldn't bear it and whispered:
"Yes, that sword strike you just made had the sword intent of the Fuyao Realm!"
"But for this sword, how much internal energy did you accumulate, and how many times did you practice it?"
"Disciple, remember!"
"If you want to become a sword immortal, you must be able to strike with sword intent that penetrates heaven and earth!"
"If it takes so long to build up your strength to reach the Fuyao realm like the sword you just struck, I'm afraid you won't be able to conquer Tianqi and avenge your hatred!"
"Keep practicing!"
Ye Dingzhi was a little discouraged at first, but after listening to his master's words, he understood a lot.
Then, the Zhenwu sword was unsheathed again. Ye Dingzhi, with a resolute expression, rubbed his sore arms and began to dance with the sword again!
……
After a long time, the Zhenwu Sword was sheathed.
Ye Dingzhi panted and sat on the ground, looking at the ebb and flow of the sea.
"Master, I have already mastered the first eleven sword techniques of the Demonic Immortal Sword Technique you taught me!"
"I've learned the twelfth sword pretty well, but I still have some doubts..."
Yu Sheng Mo was concentrating on repairing the ribs of the Black Dragon Umbrella and said without even looking up:
"you say!"
Ye Dingzhi put down the Zhenwu Sword and moved closer to Yu Shengmo:
"Master, you're always worried that if I learn the magic sword technique, I'll fall into the devil's way and be devoured by the magic sword..."
"But until now, I still feel that I am almost unaffected. Why is that?"
Yu Shengmo stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and then chuckled:
"I have to thank your cousin Wen Yanzhao who I just met!"
Ye Ding was stunned:
"You mean, the Zhenwu Sword he gave me can eliminate the evil nature brought by the Demon Immortal Sword?"
Yu Shengmo nodded, and the Black Dragon Umbrella in his hand opened with a bang. The somewhat stiff rib of the umbrella had been repaired.
Ye Dingzhi stood up, facing the turbulent sea breeze, and with a single hand, he suddenly picked up the Zhenwu sword that was placed aside.
He drew out his sword and looked it over for a long time. Apart from being an exceptionally sharp divine sword, he found nothing magical about it.
Yu Shengmo walked to his apprentice with an umbrella, reached out to take the Zhenwu sword, and first glanced at Ye Dingzhi who was confused.
With the long sword in hand, Yu Shengmo had an imperceptible smile on his face, and purple-black true energy instantly condensed in his hands.
Strands of true energy spread along the hilt to the entire sword body!
Just when Ye Dingzhi thought that Yu Shengmo's true energy was about to wrap up the sick sword, something that surprised him happened -
At the mouth of the Zhenwu Sword, the black and white Tai Chi diagram began to rotate for some reason!
Absorb all of Yu Shengmo's thick and gloomy true energy.
Immediately afterwards, after the Tai Chi rotation, the originally purple-black true qi actually turned into purple-gold!
The purple-gold true energy flowed along the sword blade, and the light flowed. Ye Dingzhi was stunned for a moment.
Yu Shengmo gathered his inner strength and returned the Zhenwu Sword to Ye Dingzhi:
"Silly disciple, did you see that?"
"Your cousin, whom you only just recognized, actually gave you a magical weapon that can righteousness and dispel evil. With this sword, you can practice the magic sword technique without worrying about being attacked by evil spirits!"
"This is a great favor. When you have your revenge and have a beautiful woman in your arms, don't forget her."
Ye Dingzhi stared blankly at the Tai Chi diagram at the mouth of the Zhenwu sword in his hand, and recalled the scene when Wen Yanzhao gave him the sword.
After a long pause, Ye Dingzhi finally came to his senses and sighed:
"Master is right. I was just like him at the time. Since he was Dongjun's cousin, I just followed his wishes and acknowledged him as my cousin."
"Now it seems that he is intentionally helping me, and it seems that he already knew that I would practice the Magic Immortal Sword with Master!"
"My cousin, you have good intentions... I, Ye Dingzhi, will repay you one day."
……
Valley of the King of Medicine.
When Xin Baicao heard the words "Confucian Immortal Gu Chen", he was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze!
He opened his mouth, was stunned for a long time, and then said in a strange tone:
"Didn't Ruxian die in Qiandong City a long time ago? How could he let you come to me?"
"You little brat, it must be that the warm wine is what's going on with you trying to trick me because you seem more trustworthy than him, right?!"
Wen Yanzhao had already guessed that he wouldn't believe it, so he didn't say much, but just smiled and said:
"Senior, this is a long story. How about we go back and let Yan Zhao explain it to you slowly?"
Xin Baicao glanced at Wen Yanzhao, carefully sorted out her clothes and medicine basket, and said:
"Humph, that's true. I haven't made medicine for my unlucky disciple yet!"
"Stay behind me, don't go too far, and don't act rashly. Do you hear me?"
Wen Yanzhao bowed slightly and chuckled:
"I will obey your command!"
Xin Baicao dug his mouth and picked up the medicine basket:
"That's pretty much it!"
……
After returning to the thatched cottage, Xin Baicao left Wen Yanzhao and went about her own business...
Wen Yanzhao sat in the courtyard of the thatched cottage, with a spring in front of him flowing down from the cliff.
Behind him are several simple yet shabby thatched cottages that have been passed down in Yaowang Valley for many years.
It is surrounded by bamboo forests, towering ancient trees, colorful butterflies flying, and birds singing. It is truly a paradise!
As soon as Xin Baicao brought Wen Yanzhao back to the thatched cottage, he hurriedly took out the medicinal herbs covered with dirt from the medicine basket.
Then pick the weeds according to categories, wash them clean, and finally put them on the winnowing basket in front of the door to dry.
After half a minute, when the herbs were dried, Xin Baicao took out a huge medicine box from the thatched hut.
Wen Yanzhao watched him with great interest as he chopped and ground the fresh herbs...
Then, mix the different kinds of dressings in the medicine box, the main ingredients, the auxiliary ingredients, and the adjuvants, and finally pound the medicine powder into lychee-sized pills.
After finishing all this, Xin Baicao returned to the thatched cottage and changed into a long black gauze gown.
Wen Yanzhao looked up and saw that the Medicine King, who was over forty years old, had an elegant look and a graceful temperament like orchid.
"Senior, I see you are still as elegant as ever. Why have you lived alone in Medicine King Valley for so many years?"
Wen Yanzhao asked with a smile.
Xin Baicao rolled her eyes at him:
"Who said I live alone? I have a good disciple who is handsome and skilled in martial arts!"
Wen Yanzhao had already guessed that it was Sikong Changfeng, and deliberately asked:
"Oh? Then why doesn't he come out to help you make the medicine?"
Xin Baicao's expression immediately dimmed:
"Alas, he went to Tianqi City to get medicine for me. It will take some time for him to come back!"
Wen Yanzhao suppressed a laugh and said:
"I don't think he'll be back anytime soon!"
Xin Baicao's expression suddenly changed and asked:
"Why?"
Wen Yanzhao smiled slyly:
"Sikong Changfeng, he's fallen in love now!"
……