The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 511 Daojuan Liuyun, True and False Master (4K)

Of course, it was not only the Qin Dynasty's observatory that witnessed the "falling meteorite". Chu, Qi, Yan, and many other major powers also noticed it. The content written by the historians of each country was roughly the same, but they had different explanations for the sign of "unrest in the world and many deaths of nobles".

The historian of Chu pondered for a moment, then added: "This star fell on the border of Qin and Chu, which is a sign that there will be a war between the two countries. The nobles of Qin may be in trouble, and Chu should raise troops to respond to the star sign, and perhaps take the opportunity to expand its territory."

The historian of Qi State had another view: "The star fell to the west, and the fire sign was strong. This is a sign of change. Not only Qin and Chu, but also the princes of the world should be vigilant. The death of the noble may be an opportunity for the rise of the new noble."

The historian of Yan was more cautious, commenting: "The abnormal celestial phenomena may bring blessings or disasters, which are unpredictable. However, Yan is located in the northern border, so we should strengthen our foundation and prevent unexpected events. The death of many nobles may indicate unrest in neighboring countries, and Yan can take advantage of the opportunity to rise up."

The interpretations of this celestial phenomenon by various forces all contain considerations of their own interests and plans for the future.

After all, the world has not yet been unified, and strange phenomena of heaven and earth have appeared in the border area between Qin and Chu. Unrest and deaths may very well happen to his dynasty. This requires deliberate propaganda to shift the blame to enemies at home and abroad and incite the people in order to achieve one's own goals.

In addition to relying on astronomy and astrology to make mysterious interpretations of meteorites from outer space, in this era of spiritual cultivation, the fall of a meteorite also represents many precious crystals and refined gold, containing many mineral resources such as heavenly iron, which can be used for refining equipment.

The cold vital energy and star fire aura from the distant starry sky that may remain on the meteorite debris are expected to enhance the comprehension and application of the vital energy laws by the Seventh Realm Moving Mountain Master, which will be of great benefit for breaking through the realm and practicing certain special skills.

According to known records, during the reign of the You Dynasty, Emperor You and his subordinates used a lot of unique meteorite iron materials to make many powerful magical instruments.

They rely on those magic weapons to easily communicate with the vital energy of many stars, constantly improve their skills, and make rapid progress in the perception and utilization of star energy. This is also why they are always more powerful than the practitioners of ordinary sects.

According to legend, in order to obtain more meteorite materials, the patrol kings and generals of the You Dynasty would often personally intercept meteorites that were still flying high in the sky and had not yet fallen to the ground, in order to reduce the degree of their burning and disintegration. This shows the amazing benefits of meteorites falling from the sky.

A meteorite that was initially ten feet in diameter may only be a few feet or even less than half a foot in size when it falls to the ground. Although it is said that the concentrated part is the essence, and this process saves time in forging and refining high-quality spiritual ore, more quantity is still better than less.

Over the past thousands of years, an ancient profession, "iron picker", was even born in the Mobei desert.

In that area, a large number of strong people walked in the uninhabited desert for a long time, using simple magnets as guides and making a living by picking up fallen meteorites, hoping to completely change their destiny.

Normally, if they were lucky enough to find a thumb-sized meteorite crystal, their originally extremely poor family could leapfrog into a new class in one fell swoop, settle down and work in a wealthy place, and even have extra wealth to allow their offspring to enter the world of practitioners.

However, the Wushan area on the Qin-Chu border is surrounded by mountains and has a cold and humid climate. Even hunters cannot go deep into the area. There are no local residents at all. The task of searching and collecting the fragments of the fallen meteorite was naturally handed over to the troops stationed nearby in the two countries, waiting for the garrison commander to give orders.

There is no doubt that the Wushan area will become much more lively in the next period of time.

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"If I hadn't witnessed this scene with my own eyes and had not had a strong cultivation base, I would have thought it was a real meteorite falling, and even judged that the remaining star core weighed at least hundreds of thousands of pounds, which was invaluable, enough to forge hundreds of famous swords..."

At the same time, a man in green floated down from the top of a tall and broken cliff and landed directly on a small island in the middle of the Kuimen River. Looking at the faint remaining electric light and dead fish and shrimps on the water, endless waves surged in his heart.

The man looked no more than thirty years old, but his pair of black eyes, as calm as an ancient well, seemed to conceal contents as vast as mountains and seas, and contained the meaning of the accumulation of years.

He paced slowly on the small island in the middle of the river. Each step seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. The fine sand under his feet fluttered lightly, but did not cause a ripple. He was obviously a seventh-level master with profound cultivation. He was not far from here, so he quickly rushed to the scene.

The green-shirted master waved his sleeves lightly, and as his fingertips moved, mysterious runes were outlined in the air, transforming into a soft white cloud that kept stretching and changing, depicting the trajectory of Zhao Qing's sword just now, trying to capture the remaining fluctuations of vital energy and the lingering echo of the sword intent, and feel the ultimate truth of heaven and earth contained therein.

"After slicing the moon in Mirror Lake and burning all the water in Sulphur Pond with one sword, has there been another sword master who has reached the pinnacle and glimpsed the mysteries of the Eight Realms?"

Grandmaster Qingshan exclaimed in a low voice, "A sword illuminates the night of Wushan, just like a meteor entering Taiwei... It will undoubtedly be a good story that can be passed down to future generations."

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to two pieces of old news in the cultivation world.

Jinghu Lake was originally located in Wuzhou, Zhao territory. When Qin and Zhao were at war in the past, the Qin army conquered Wuzhou. Wang Jingmeng, the sword master of Bashan, watched Jinghu Lake at night and struck with his sword. The water did not ripple, but the reflection of the bright moon in the Jinghu Lake was split into two halves, which did not come together for a long time.

There is a hot spring in Zhaojingquan City called the Sulfur Pool. The water is murky and warm, and it covers an area of ​​about tens of hectares. One day, the master Zhao Jianlu cast a sword on the sulfur pool, which evaporated the water in the sulfur pool and even stopped the flow of the hot spring.

These two events happened a long time ago, but they represent the pinnacle of sword skills and cultivation in the world of practitioners at that time.

However, both Wang Jingmeng and Patriarch Zhao Jianlu had a bad ending. Needless to say, the former was besieged and killed by more than 30 masters in the battle of Changling more than ten years ago, while the latter died early in a conspiracy of sowing discord.

The master Zhao Jianlu's move of burning the sulphur pool water was originally a response to Wang Jingmeng's sword challenge. However, in many stories that followed, it was said that he was dissatisfied with the emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty at the time, so he used that sword to put pressure on him.

Therefore, not long after that, he was set up and killed by the Emperor of Great Zhao and charged with treason.

Any heroic swordsman who cares about the history of past cultivation must be aware of these two stories, and must feel regretful about them. The peak sword fight that was supposed to take place might have been the most anticipated event in hundreds of years, but it ended in vain, which was really a pity.

The real age of the Green Shirt Grandmaster is much younger than he looks. He is actually an old man who is half a generation older than Wang Jingmeng. He comes from a sect that has always been hidden from the world and almost unknown to anyone, the Daojuan Sect. His cultivation is far higher than most of the seventh realms in the world.

"Judging from the power of his sword, it must have been caused by the Blue Thunder Sky Absolute Formation under the Goddess Peak... The elixir that Emperor Chu had been waiting for for so many years was taken away by a previously unknown grandmaster who broke through the formation before the Lushan Alliance began?"

"Who is he? Why is he here? Is it a coincidence, or is there another plan?"

He sighed in his heart, and his words revealed the close connection between him and the high-ranking officials of the Chu Dynasty: "If the other party only relies on the power of the formation, perhaps there is still a possibility of fighting; but if his own cultivation has reached the peak, then..."

While feeling respect and curiosity towards the strange grandmaster, countless thoughts flashed through the Taoist's mind, which eventually converged into one sentence: "No matter what, I, Zhen Lingzi, must find out the identity and intentions of this person." The reason why the Daojuan Sect is so mysterious, in addition to its ancient and powerful heritage, is mainly because this sect does not have a residence at all. It is as unfixed as a flowing cloud, and only the reputation of "Daojuan Liuyun" is spread.

Only a few people in the world like Emperor Chu knew that Liuyun Sect's leader Chen Guanhe and Bashan Sword Field's military advisor Lin Zhujiu were old friends who died in the battle of Changling more than ten years ago, and that there was a very special relationship between Daojuan Sect and Liuyun Sect.

Specifically speaking, the two are from the same lineage and have almost the same martial arts inheritance, so they serve as backup for each other. The leader of Liuyun Sect died at the hands of Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu. Naturally, Zhen Lingzi, the Taoist of Daojuan Sect, has the responsibility to avenge his "brother sect".

Because there is very little information about his identity circulating outside, and his cultivation level has reached the peak of the seventh level for many years, the Taoist in Green Shirt is undoubtedly one of the most free and unsupervised figures among the participants in the conspiracy against Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin.

In recent days, he has been wandering around Lushan, not far from Wushan, so he happened to witness the whole process of the "meteor falling from the sky".

As it was related to prolonging his own life, the Emperor of Chu did not reveal too much information about the formation and the elixir inside to Zhen Lingzi, but he also guessed a lot. If this medicine was lost, the Emperor of Chu would decline and even die. Not only would they lose one of their top combat forces, but the united anti-Qin forces would also lose their backbone.

The Lushan Alliance concerns the future fate of the entire world and the lives of tens of millions of ordinary people, and there can be no room for any mistakes.

Suddenly, a new grandmaster appeared, whose attainments in swordsmanship were comparable to those of Wang Jingmeng and Zhao Jianlu in the past. This became the biggest variable in the plan.

As a seemingly neutral reclusive grandmaster, he has the responsibility and mission to find out the person's identity and specific cultivation level while trying not to offend the other party.

See if this sword master will stand on the side of the Qin Dynasty so that corresponding modifications and changes can be made to one's own actions.

Recalling the old story of Wang Jingmeng and Master Zhao Jianlu showing off their superb swordsmanship in tacit understanding and setting a date for a duel, this Taoist master had his own pride in his heart. Although he knew that he was very likely to be defeated, he still planned to make a move on Zhao Qing's way in advance to determine who was stronger based on their realm.

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves again, and the runes on his fingertips suddenly condensed into balls of white mist, which shot towards the river and fell into the water. This was the Taoist Sect's unique "Tracking Talisman", which could track the target by following the remnants of true energy.

However, when these tracking talismans touched the artistic conception contained in the sword energy, they seemed to disappear without a trace. Instead, a few clumps of real fire like thorns seemed to ignite in Zhen Lingzi's sea of ​​consciousness. Fortunately, their number was too small and he easily suppressed them.

"It seems that I can only speculate the possible route of the other party. Relying on my familiarity with this place, I can display the talisman at a key thoroughfare and fight in the air... If we encounter each other directly, we can only bite the bullet after wasting a move to show fairness."

Zhen Lingzi sighed inwardly, and then he moved, turning into a floating white cloud, and quickly came to a fork in the mountain road. This place is about 20 miles away from the dry river valley where the Qinglei Tianjue Formation is located.

Starting from a silver-white light that suddenly lit up between his eyebrows, as if a vertical eye had opened, his whole body gradually revealed a bright and lustrous light, and became completely transparent. White rune clouds gushed out from Zhen Lingzi's skin and acupoints.

The sky was slightly white, but it was not because it was approaching dawn, but because of the glow caused by some powerful disturbance of vital energy.

Huge white runes slowly rose into the sky, forming a white cloud that seemed to have absorbed many night lights and became crystal clear and shiny, covering and distorting the sky and earth within a radius of dozens of miles, unfolding like an invisible curtain, isolating and blocking the flow of the vital energy of heaven and earth in this area and the breath they emitted.

The white glow became brighter and brighter, as if a suspended black jade mountain had appeared in the night sky, slowly pressing down, with air currents stirred up at the edges and flowing back. The rapidly flowing vital energy between the runes was like a waterfall splashing down.

It was like thousands of pearls scattered like rain, gathering together to form a majestic momentum as powerful as a tiger.

This was not a purely area attack, because the symbolic meaning of each piece of cloud was connected to each other and had already condensed into one, ready to gather power to one point at any time, smashing the large white cloud symbol down fiercely, releasing all the power of a small world, and it seemed to have a style close to the eighth realm.

In terms of the art of talismans alone, this person can definitely be ranked among the top three in the world and has the potential to become the world's number one talisman master.

However, when Zhen Lingzi concentrated the power of the talisman but did not release it, he maintained this state of being ready to go, ready to wait for Zhao Qing to get closer before trying to fight him. As a result, he waited until the sky really got bright and the east turned white, but he did not find any trace of any powerful master passing by in this area.

"Did I guess wrong? The other party didn't choose this road?" Hearing the rhythmic sound of armor colliding when a large number of soldiers marched in the distance, and knowing that outsiders were about to arrive, Zhen Lingzi had to give up the idea of ​​​​showing off his moves, and his heart was full of doubts.

But he never expected that Zhao Qing and his group did not take the usual route at all. They had already asked the blind dragon to dig a hole underground and left the location of the formation quietly, and did not take away the flesh bodhi that Emperor Chu needed.

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"I have only traveled on the river by boat before, looking up at the beautiful scenery on both sides." At the same time, about 200 miles away from the Three Gorges, under the Yangtze River, the environment was dim and glowing. Zhao Qing sighed softly: "Now, traveling through the strata below the mud and sand at the bottom of the river, it is a different and special feeling..."

In front of her, the huge body of the blind dragon kept wriggling, repeatedly expanding and stretching, and shrinking and shortening. Its posture was like a giant earthworm moving through the soil, but it was faster and more powerful than an earthworm. From time to time, fleshy whiskers would protrude from its head, easily cutting through the harder stones around it like a whip blade.

The fine scales on its body emitted an ochre-yellow light transformed from its true essence, which naturally pushed aside the mud and broken rocks it encountered on its way, forming a smooth and deep tunnel. It also cleverly controlled this change within a very small range, causing almost no vibration of the ground.

Xia Mi was lying on a bed placed on a trailer. The reins of the cart were hooked by the small whiskers on the blind dragon's tail, and the wheels moved forward. She felt the wetness and solidity of the surrounding environment, listened to the rushing and whistling of the river above, and felt quite relaxed:

"I'm tired of riding regular subways, but this is my first time riding a subway that's being driven while digging a tunnel. Although the speed isn't very fast, the stability is not bad at all. I have to say, I've really learned the true art of earth travel!"

"I got your true teachings?" Zhao Qing stood on a four-wheel skateboard, tapped his toes, and accelerated to catch up with the "Earth Dragon Chariot". He looked at her with contempt: "You just demonstrated a few earth-related words. What kind of teaching is that? Can it compare to my guidance on the application of its true essence?"

"If there is no merit, then there is no hard work?" Xia Mi pretended to be angry, took out a meatball, shook it, and asked: "Blind Dragon, Blind Dragon, who is your master? I know you can't speak, just use your tail to point to the person you recognize more."

The blind dragon was busy digging a hole, indicating that it didn't want to pay attention and didn't quite understand. After a long time, several whiskers on its tail stretched straight, stretched out and rolled towards the meatball, making Xia Mi smile. She slapped her thighs as if she had won a battle.

But when the tail tentacles rolled over the meatball, the blind dragon's next action almost made Xia Mi dumbfounded, because these tentacles respectfully "held" the meatball that this guy thought was the most precious and delivered it to Zhao Qing's hands.

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(End of this chapter)