Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 171 Unyielding Sword Intent, Qinglong Enters His Fate ([-]rd update)
Li Daoxuan handed the Niwan to Master.

Zhang Qianyang did some research on alchemy, and after careful inspection, he found that he... couldn't understand it at all.

No matter how you look at it, it's all a pile of stinky mud.

He couldn't help thinking, if the old monk hadn't left, he might be able to see the way of this Buddhist thing.

"Subduing Dragon Arhat is the first of the five hundred Arhats. He has already attained the body of a Buddha bone and a fairy body. The mud on his body must be treasures of heaven and earth. These odors are just superficial."

Zhang Qianyang said while covering his nose.

Then he sent the Arhat Niwan to Xu Qingxuan's mouth, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Xu Qingxuan lay there quietly, pale and white-haired, seemingly unchanged.

"It doesn't work?"

Zhang Qianyang was a little disappointed.

"No, Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be breathing!"

Li Daoxuan shouted excitedly, only to see Xu Qingxuan's beard fluttering slightly, and his breath was faint.

Gradually, Xu Qingxuan's breathing became steady and powerful, and his face became more rosy.

He frowned, as if in extreme pain.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sat up, spit out a lot of black filth, and shouted: "It stinks to death!"

Li Daoxuan and Master looked at each other, both were overjoyed.

After Xu Qingxuan spit out the filth, the injuries on his body began to recover quickly, the wrinkles on the skin disappeared, and even the sword wound that pierced the heart disappeared slowly.

What's even more amazing is that his white hair has gradually turned black, and his whole person's energy and energy have suddenly improved a lot, as if he has become decades younger, and he is a completely different person from before.

Xu Qingxuan's eyes were still in a daze, and he murmured: "I'm... dead already?"

Zhang Qianyang laughed loudly, and said: "Crazy Jian, you have to thank my apprentice, if he hadn't given you the panacea, you would really have died!"

The panacea?

Xu Qingxuan felt the stink in his mouth, what kind of elixir would smell so bad?

He shook his head and asked quickly, "Where's that evil dragon? Has it entered the Gan River?"

Thinking of this, a flash of sword intent flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand, and Qingli, the natal flying sword, appeared in his hand, and the sword was full of aura, soaring into the sky.

"I'll kill it!"

Zhang Qianyang quickly grabbed him and said: "The dragon is already dead, he was beheaded by my apprentice, look, the body sank at the bottom of the West River!"

Xu Qingxuan looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief. He killed the flood dragon that he failed to defeat after breaking through the Yang God Realm?
Li Daoxuan smiled a little embarrassedly, and said: "It's a fluke, a fluke."

……

After a moment.

Zhang Qianyang told him all the ins and outs, Xu Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and then bowed deeply to Li Daoxuan.

"Xu Jianxian, you are—"

"Li Daoyou killed the evil dragon and saved the poor Taoist. This great kindness will never be forgotten by the poor Taoist. If there is an order in the future, even if it is thousands of miles away, I will draw my sword to help it!"

When he said these words, an astonishing sword energy rippling from his body, he would rather bend than bend, sharp and sharp, majestic and masculine!
This is a sword cultivator's promise.

His voice is also more confident, with a surge of pride, which is the confidence brought after ascending to the realm of Yangshen.

Clang!
Sensed by his sword intent, Wanren Excalibur jumped for joy, flew out of Li Daoxuan's hand, and came in front of him.

Obviously, Wanren Excalibur recognized him not because of his bloodline of a celestial master, but because he is Xu Qingxuan.

Xu Qingxuan held the Ten Thousand Rens Excalibur, and the stars and clouds on the sword shone brightly, echoing the stars in the sky.

A brilliant sword intent shot straight into the sky, and when it reached the sun, all the demon kings from all directions retreated, and all the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens were shocked.

"It's better to take it from the straight than to seek it from the song. Kill all injustices and leave the king and lord alone!"

Holding the Wanren Excalibur, Xu Qingxuan said to Li Daoxuan, "Young friend, take care, this is the sword intent I realized after stepping into the Yangshen Realm, so let's call it...injustice."

The meaning of the sword is unyielding, it is better to bend than to bend, to kill demons for the people, even if you die nine times, you will not regret it!
A stunning sword light slashed towards Xinghai, as if it was going to split the sky in two, majestic and upright, leaving a long-lasting sword mark in the starry sky.

Li Daoxuan looked at this sword and had an epiphany.

After receiving Lu Dongbin's sword intent inheritance, his talent in the way of the sword has greatly increased. At this moment, he realized many mysteries just by observing the injustice of the sword intent.

There was also a ray of sword intent emerging from his body, although he was still a little immature, but he already had some appearance, and his edge was beginning to emerge.

There was a hint of surprise in Xu Qingxuan's eyes. He didn't expect that Li Daoxuan would realize some of the mystery of the injustice sword intent just by looking at it.

This kind of swordsmanship talent...

He glared at Zhang Qianyang, and said enviously: "You are really a born sword fairy embryo, why did you enter your Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Qianyang smiled triumphantly, and said: "Hehe, it's useless to be envious, who called him my disciple, besides, we also have swordsmanship supernatural powers in Longhu Mountain, which is not weaker than your Longevity Palace!"

When Li Daoxuan came back to his senses, he realized that he had been standing for an hour.

He sighed: "After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. Today, if I show the king, no one will be unfair. What an unfair sword!"

Zhang Qianyang said with a smile: "This guy's sword has been sharpened for more than ten years."

Xu Qingxuan savored the poem, clapped his hands and praised: "Good poem, what a good one to show you today, who will be wronged!"

He looked at his own reflection in the river, with black hair and black eyebrows, he was completely different from before.

"Jiaolong is dead, I don't plan to stay in the Longevity Palace anymore."

Zhang Qianyang was taken aback and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xu Qingxuan raised his head, his gaze was like a sword drawn out of its sheath.

"Entering Yang God, I want to assume the name of Daoist Buping, and then go to the world. Those demons who couldn't be killed back then have kept them waiting for a long time."

Zhang Qianyang scolded with a smile: "You sword lunatic, you just stepped into Yangshen, and you are going to fight for your life again? Those monsters are really pitiful. After a sword lunatic died, another injustice came."

Xu Qingxuan laughed loudly, and said: "Of course, besides killing monsters, I will also search all over the world, choose a good apprentice, and teach him swordsmanship. Zhang Qianyang, do you dare to make another bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"Ten years of sharpening a sword will last for ten years. After ten years, we will return to Longyou County and let the disciples compare swords."

After a pause, Xu Qingxuan emphasized: "Of course, both sides can only use swordsmanship supernatural powers, and Li Xiaoyou's messy supernatural powers cannot be used."

If this point was not added, Xu Qingxuan would not make a bet with Zhang Qianyang even if he was killed.

Zhang Qianyang said with a smile: "Just bet on this Wanren Excalibur. If you lose, you can give this sword to my apprentice."

He glanced at his apprentice, and he had already seen his apprentice's love and reluctance for Wanren Excalibur.

Xu Qingxuan said with a smile: "Well, you old guy, I have long been thinking about the divine sword of my Longevity Palace, anyway, if I lose, I will give the divine sword to Li Xiaoyou, and if you lose, I will give the Taiyi Tiangang Keep the sword formula, how about it?"

Zhang Qianyang sneered and said, "Afraid of you? Bet!"

The two reached out and clapped their hands to confirm the ten-year agreement. Then they looked at each other and laughed.

Xu Qingxuan threw a token to Li Daoxuan, and said: "Little friend, if you are in danger in the future, if you crush this token, the poor will come to help you."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, turned into a sword light, and floated away under the moon, his last words echoed in the air.

"Kill all the injustices, and then become Taiping people. Two fellow Taoists, Taoist injustice bid farewell. See you in Xihe ten years later!"

Looking at the back of his old friend, Zhang Qianyang was filled with emotion, and was really happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

Resurrected from the dead, the old friend is almost reborn, Zhang Qianyang believes that the name of Taoist Buping will sooner or later resound throughout Kyushu, so that the world's monsters can feel the sharpness of sword repair!

……

into the night.

Li Daoxuan and the master meditated separately.

Too many things happened tonight, which made him a little overwhelmed, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief and take a look at the rewards from the book of magic.

What he cares most about is the reward after killing the dragon.

"In January of the second year of Zhenguan, kill a different species of dragon at the mouth of the West River, and get a reward——【The Green Dragon's Fate】!"

　Adding an update for the white-clothed storyteller, I promised him in the group before, I will add a chapter for him when I am not busy, and today I finally fulfilled the promise~
　　
　
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