Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 178 The Sword of Yan Zu
As the floor goes up.

The pressure on Zhao Huai's body gradually increased, and he clearly felt that the sword intent above was getting stronger, and the cultivation of the original owner who held them must not be underestimated.

"No way?"

Old man Wang turned his head and smiled lightly, his tone seemed to be sarcasm, but he acted like a normal person.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned the eight-turn golden elixir slightly, mobilizing the power of the scorching sun vision, and the sword energy jumped and emerged from his body, emitting crimson light, gathered on the body surface, forming a solid barrier.

He opened his eyes and said calmly:

"A man can't say he can't do it."

Seeing this scene, old man Wang muttered in a low voice:

"Eight-turn golden elixir. I see."

"It's kind of interesting."

There was an imperceptible smile in Old Man Wang's eyes.

"Come up if you can. Welcome to the sixth floor of the Jiange. As long as you can take away one of the swords on this floor, it is your skill."

As soon as Zhao Huai stepped into this floor, a majestic aura of swordsmanship rushed to his face.

Compared with the pressure below, the sword here is stronger, giving people a sense of compulsion, bouncing Zhao Huai's tense nerves, as if there are pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

The biting cold breeze brushed past my ears, like whispered greetings.

Elder Guan said in a condensed voice: "The swords on this level are very dangerous. They are equipped with swords above Yuanying's power. Attention, Your Highness, let everything take its course, safety is the priority, and you can't force it."

"Understood, elder."

Zhao Huai nodded, and then walked into the darkroom where the sword was hidden.

There are not many swords here, and they are not arranged tightly, so the space seems to be much wider.

Soon, Zhao Huai was attracted by a blue scabbard, and he leaned over to have a look.

A slender long sword with a gemstone shining with blue light on the hilt, the flowing light seems to be alive.

At this moment, old man Wang came over at some point, and stretched out his old wrinkled hands.

"Curachi!"

There was a crisp friction sound, and the slender long sword was pulled out.

The light of the sword is quiet, and the blade is extremely slender. It looks like a sword used by women.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai frowned and said, "Senior, didn't you say that the sword cannot be moved casually?"

Even the old man Wang has an antibody effect on the sword in the Jiange, but if he draws the sword wantonly, he will not take his own life seriously.

Old man Wang ignored him, and said to himself:

"This sword is called Liuying."

"Its owner is Lin Cangyue, a woman, a strong Nascent Soul, the master of the Taicang Sword Sect, who fell in the battle between the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect 300 years ago. In order to protect the whole sect's disciples and retreat, The four major priests of the Duzhan Demon Palace, one arm was cut off, they still fought to the death, they were sad and tragic, and finally went to die calmly."

The old man Wang's chanting voice entered Zhao Huai's ears verbatim.

This look is like being stunned, Zhao Huai is very puzzled by the intention of old man Wang.

I saw old man Wang staring at Liuying for a long time, and finally inserted it back into the scabbard, turned his head, and said seriously:

"I'm telling you, what kind of kendo is kendo, and what kind of sword is suitable for you."

"Obviously, the sword of the dead is not suitable for you, change it."

After finishing speaking, old man Wang walked forward, Zhao Huai was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise:
"Swords of the dead? Are there still swords of the living?"

"It's natural."

The old man Wang squatted in front of a sword, wiped the hilt with his sleeve, and said leisurely: "The swords of Jiange come from all over the world. In addition to the swords of the dead, there are also swords that others dislike, scrapped swords, and recast swords that no one cares about." The sword, and the sword owner's cultivation has become higher, so the replacement sword."

"I see."

Zhao Huai nodded as if realizing something.

"Look over here."

Old man Wang stood up and made way for an area.

"The defective swords are of very good quality. They were all used by the masters of the sword. They were left here after ascension. Maybe they are suitable for you."

"Thinking about it carefully, it has been 20 years since the last time I took the defective sword from here, and the time has passed so quickly." Old man Wang said with great emotion.

"Is this person Zi Yun?"

A woman in a purple skirt appeared in Zhao Huai's mind.

Old man Wang recalled for a while, twisted his goatee and said, "It's her. She has very good aptitude and good luck, so she has a defective fairy sword following her. After recasting, it will also be a high-grade flying sword."

Zhao Huai crouched on the ground, observing these immortal swords, looking at these rusty cracks, as if they had experienced some kind of battle before being discarded here.

"Can you touch it, senior?"

Zhao Huai turned around and asked.

Old man Wang pouted and said: "You really have not changed your original intention, you just want to touch the sword so much."

After pondering for a moment, he sighed and said: For the sake of your high level of swordsmanship, I can make an exception, but first warn you, you can touch it, but you must never believe anything you see. "

"I see."

Zhao Huai nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Touch it."

Old man Wang didn't pay much attention either, he sat down on the ground and looked at Zhao Huai with his chin propped up.

After getting permission, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand and slowly approached the defective fairy sword.

Finally, the slender index finger touched the edge of the sword.

The first feeling is cold, grainy with rust.

There seems to be nothing special.

It's just an ordinary sword.

Zhao Huaigang thought so.

Suddenly, a mighty aura emanated from the body of Canci Xianjian, and a powerful sword will instantly poured into Zhao Huai's brain.

It made his pupils shrink suddenly.

A large number of pictures appeared in front of him, which were constantly reshaped and presented.

Mountains hanging ten thousand feet high, the sky filled with golden clouds, the familiar hundred thousand mountains, but the sky is condensed with golden mist that covers the sun.

"Your fairy world also has today?"

An ethereal and mighty voice echoed in the mountains.

This terrifying sound actually caused the world around thousands of miles to shake violently.

Although the angle of view is in the white mid-air, you can still see the blackness of the ground clearly, with heavy casualties, falling down and maiming.

The perspective screen suddenly everything.

There was a whirring wind, and it was obvious that the flying sword was gliding in the air, and finally landed on a blue stone cliff.

A big hand appeared in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a silhouette in white clothes.

But Zhao Huai can be sure that this person must be a man.

"Zhao Yan, you are late!"

"This Lingshan blessed land, you can't keep it!"

The previous terrifying voice spoke again.

The master of the sword did not speak, but took action. Two large white sleeves fluttered in the wind, straight up to the sky.

The figure went with the sword.

Wherever the man went, the blackness of the ground was about to be cleared, and the sound of swords and swords came from the sky.

Roar!
Soon, a majestic giant shadow of a white dragon emerged, and the wandering dragon entered the world, sweeping away everything in the world.

"Zhao Yan, you are digging your own grave!"

"You want to destroy the world of immortality?"

There was a terrified tone in that dull and terrifying voice.

"I'm lucky if I get it, but I lose my life. This is the way I have to go."

"Thousands of years of weather, before the ascension to the catastrophe, the cards need to be reshuffled."

The man in white's voice fell, and a sword cut him down.

Although Zhao Huai couldn't see the scene on the ground, he could feel the power of this sword, which resounded through the sky and cut everything down, even a crack appeared in the dome of the sky!
For a moment, the entire Lingshan trembled.

At this moment, the screen ends.

For a long time, Zhao Huai's eyes were blank, and he kept the posture of touching the sword.

"What did this kid see?"

Seeing that something was wrong, old man Wang also put his wrinkled old hand on the defective sword, squinted his eyes to feel it, and after half a stick of incense, he suddenly said:
"No wonder. It's such a coincidence."

Zhao Huai's consciousness returned to his body, and the shock in his eyes lasted for a long time.

It took a while before he regained his composure. He looked at Old Man Wang and asked solemnly:

"Whose sword is this?"

Old man Wang had gray hair, twisted his mustache, raised his eyebrows and said:

"This is the sword that Yanzu used back then. You kid is lucky to pick such a treasure. Is it destined?"

"This sword seems to have followed you."

Hearing this, Zhao Huai's eyes narrowed slightly, holding the hilt of the sword, and looking at the rusty and cracked edge of the sword.

caught up in thinking.

Could it be that the man in white that he saw just now was Yan Zu?

Zhao Yan is Yan Zu's name?
That being the case, who is the enemy in the picture?
Who is Yan Zu fighting against, and what is the ending?
What does the reshuffle in his mouth mean?
When he was thinking, the flying swords around him trembled slightly.

Old man Wang looked at them, and said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that you are also a person of great luck."

"It's not easy for ordinary people to find one of the swords here. It's really unheard of that there are so many swords wanting to follow you."

According to common sense, a sword matches a person.

Like people, swords also have arrogance.

It is rare for more than one flying sword to follow a master.

But this is exactly what happened.

The defective flying swords around were trembling, moving towards Zhao Huai, obviously wanting to recognize him as the master.

"Boy, why don't you quickly open the sword-raising gourd and claim the flying sword?"

Old man Wang reminded.

Zhao Huai nodded, took out the green sword-raising gourd, and opened the plug.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Flying swords shot out from the shelf one after another, and all of them got into the gourd of raising swords.

Soon, there were far fewer flying swords around.

Zhao Huai roughly counted, just now he received roughly six defective swords.

At this time, old man Wang showed a faint smile, and said: "Don't underestimate this defective fairy sword. After all, it was also made of fairy treasures back then. Their masters are powerful in the world. Today's conditions are that it is impossible to have flying swords of this quality, and one is less than one to claim."

"An ordinary magic weapon will break at the touch of him."

Zhao Huai nodded slowly. He could feel that the aura in the fairy sword was thick and long, flowing continuously along his meridians, muscles and bones. As long as it was cultivated, the power would be absolutely impressive.

He also felt subtle changes in his body, but he couldn't tell.

Zhao Huai breathed a sigh of relief after putting Yanzu's matching sword into the sword-raising gourd.

His trip to Jiange has almost reached here.

Zhao Huai bowed to old man Wang and said:

"Zhao Huai thanked senior for his guidance."

He knew that if it wasn't for Old Man Wang, it would be difficult for him to find a flying sword suitable for him in the vast sea of ​​swords.

"If you want to thank, thank you for your kendo qualifications."

Old man Wang shook his head and said: "I don't like ordinary disciples, but your swordsmanship aptitude doesn't seem to be fixed, but a natural talent for swordsmanship. This is really rare."

Of course Zhao Huai knew what the other party was talking about.

He has the destiny of [Sword Master], and his kendo qualifications are among the best in the world.

His kendo realm will only continue to improve until he transcends the ordinary and becomes a saint, reaching the level of immortality.

"Senior, I have a question, I don't know if you can answer it for me."

"Ok?"

"How did you manage to stay in this sword pavilion with millions of swords hidden? You know, even Elder Guan stayed at the door and didn't enter. Obviously, the will of the sword has a great influence on people."

"I heard that you only have the golden core realm, can you also resist these sword wills?"

Zhao Huai just touched the sword before he realized how uncomfortable this feeling was.

There is an extra memory in my mind out of thin air, which requires extremely high mental strength of ordinary people.

If things go on like this in the Jiange, I am afraid that I will be driven crazy by these swords.

Besides, there were some evil swords, even though he hadn't encountered them, it didn't mean that old man Wang, who was the sword guard, wouldn't encounter them.

In such a harsh environment, the other party can survive. It has to be said that this strength is terrifying.

Zhao Huai felt that this old man was definitely beyond the Golden Core realm.

Facing Zhao Huai's question, old man Wang didn't intend to answer, and said lightly:
"You shouldn't ask, don't ask too much."

"Since you got the sword, please go back."

"It's still the same sentence, think about it more, what kind of swordsmanship is the swordsmanship, this is what you should do."

After finishing speaking, Old Man Wang walked directly towards the door.

Zhao Huai thought for a while and followed.

"Your Highness, how is the harvest?"

Elder Guan at the door saw Zhao Huai and smiled.

"Yes, they are all high-quality flying swords."

"That's good."

Elder Guan was also very satisfied to see that Zhao Huai got the opportunity perfectly.

When the two were talking, they came to the gate of the Jiange. Zhao Huai looked up, but he could no longer see the shadow of Old Man Wang.

"Elder Guan, take your leave."

"Farewell, Your Highness."

After going out, Zhao Huai said goodbye to Elder Guan,
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yu Qinghan's figure standing gracefully outside the Jiange, waiting quietly.

"Ma'am, why are you here?"

Zhao Huai said in surprise.

When he came out of Hongchen Xianfeng, he had already confessed that he would be back soon.

Seeing Yu Qinghan's serious face, he said: "When my husband was away, the Yansheng Mansion sent disciples here."

"Yansheng Mansion, what's the matter?"

Zhao Huai frowned.

"The writing on the stele has been deciphered."

A look of sadness appeared in Yu Qinghan's beautiful eyes.

"What? Cracked?"

Zhao Huai was very surprised.

He didn't expect that after only a few days of effort, the words on the stone tablet would be deciphered. This efficiency is too fast.

"Well, this matter is quite involved. Palace Master Linglong, Temple Master of Longevity, and the abbot of Xiaolingyin Temple all went to Yansheng Mansion, and asked me to call you."

Zhao Huai stepped forward quickly and asked, "Is there any specific news on the stele?"

Yu Qinghan's eyes were sharp and he said: "This stone tablet seems to come from the place of ascension. The specifics will not be known until we go to Yansheng Mansion."

(End of this chapter)