Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 214 Sword Stele Forest

Xuzhou is located in the southeast of Daqi Cultivation World, bordering the territory of the Monster Clan. Therefore, the Tianjian Sect is not only the most powerful force second only to Luoxia City in the Seven Hopes, but also shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the stability of the southeast region.

Therefore, the control of Tianjian Sect is extremely strict. All monks who go up the mountain to observe the sword monument must do so under the close observation of disciples of Tianjian Sect.

Early in the morning on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Song Changsheng led everyone to the Tianjian Sect. After undergoing a strict inspection at the mountain gate, he went to the Sword Stele Forest where the sword stele was located, led by the disciples of the Tiantian Sword Sect.

As a powerful sect that has stood on this land for thousands of years, Tianjian Sect has nine sword peaks and two treasures.

These nine sword peaks represent the nine swordsmanships of the Tianjian Sect. Each peak has a master, and non-Zifu monks cannot hold the position.

However, the current Tianjian Sect only has six leaders, and together with the sect leader, there are a total of seven great monks from the Purple Mansion.

The two treasures refer to the Sword Stele Forest and the semi-open Sword Pond that have been opened to the public.

The Sword Stele Forest is located in a dense bamboo forest under the main peak Wanjian Peak. When Song Changsheng and others arrived, they found that many people had already arrived before them. They were old and young, and their cultivation levels were uneven. It can be seen that the rumors from the outside world were true. Anyone can come and learn.

The only puzzling thing is that there are many stone tablets standing in a circle in this bamboo forest. Song Changsheng scanned around and couldn't find which one was the sword tablet.

Facing his question, the Tianjian Sect disciple who led the way smiled and said: "Senior, I don't know something, but our sect's sword stele actually has a total of 118 pieces, and each piece contains a sword skill.

Among them, the first level has seventy-two pieces, the second level has thirty-six pieces, and the third level has nine pieces. Our sect's nine peaks come from this. "

"What about another piece?" Song Qingxi asked with some confusion.

That day, upon hearing this, the disciple of the Sword Sect stretched out his hand and pointed to the sword-shaped stone tablet in the center and said, "That is the last piece. It is the wordless tablet. It is also the legendary tablet. Everyone who views it has different perceptions. , the specific grade is hard to define.”

When Song Changsheng heard this, he suddenly realized that this was the origin of the Forest of Sword Steles.

But soon a new question came to his mind, and he quickly said: "Fellow Taoist, according to you, doesn't your sect's swordsmanship inheritance all exist here?"

The leading disciple looked calm and pointed to a stone tablet in the distance: "Yes, our sect's swordsmanship inheritance comes from this. The swordsmanship practiced by the younger generation is learned from that tablet."

Song Changsheng looked around and found many monks wearing Tianjian Sect costumes who were meditating among them. He couldn't help but feel stunned. In this world, the inheritance of skills is very precious, and the core skills are the lifeblood of a force. .

For example, the Song family's third-level inherited mental method [Refining the Moon Flower Sutra] can only be practiced by members of the Song family's bloodline, and only part of it can be practiced at a time.

Not only is it strictly forbidden to make rubbings, but if you want to practice, you need to set up restrictions in the sea of ​​consciousness. If you encounter methods such as searching for souls or seizing bodies, it will detonate.

All these measures are to ensure that the core mental skills will not be leaked.

Because there is no perfect technique in this world, no matter how high it is, it will have some flaws or weaknesses.

If the enemy obtains it, he may use these flaws to make targeted preparations to restrain you in battle, which is very fatal.

Therefore, no matter who it is, they keep the skills they practice very tightly. This is not because they are selfish, but for the sake of their own lives.

But Tianjian Sect actually openly placed these inheritances in this forest of steles and allowed anyone to observe them. This is basically impossible in other places.

It seemed that this was not the first time that the disciple encountered such a question. He said with a hint of arrogance: "The sword has no permanent power, and the technique has no permanent shape. It's just a monument. Even if it is understood by people in the world, it doesn't matter."

This can be said to be full of arrogance, but no one will doubt the authenticity of his words. The fact that Tianjian Sect can stand here for thousands of years and continue to grow is the best proof.

Although there are only techniques but no magic here, Song Changsheng still admires him very much. After all, magic is the most important means of attack for monks. Not everyone has such courage.

"Guizong's mind is admirable." Song Changsheng said with emotion.

The disciple looked indifferent and cupped his hands and said: "The Forest of Steles is right in front of you. Seniors and fellow Taoists, please come in. Remember, viewing the Sword Stele is very draining of your mind. Don't be greedy for too much, and you can only comprehend it until the next time the Forest of Steles opens."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist..."

Before Song Changsheng here had finished greetings, Song Qingxing had already walked into the Forest of Steles holding the sword named [Wuhen] he bought from Tianbing Pavilion.

His goal was very clear, and he headed straight for the wordless tablet. The sword tablets around him seemed worthless in his eyes.

The disciples of Tianjian Sect who had not yet left nodded secretly when they saw this. Everyone knew that the wordless tablet was the most precious, but under the temptation of many exquisite swordsmanship, few people would make such a firm choice.

After thinking about it, he called a fellow disciple who was maintaining order in the Forest of Steles and said, "Senior brother, please pay more attention to this person. If possible, you can introduce him to the sect."

The man nodded and said, "It's your responsibility, no need to say more."

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The wordless monument is more than three feet high. It is completely black and the surface of the monument is as smooth as a mirror, which can clearly reflect human figures.

At this moment, seven people were sitting cross-legged in front of him, meditating in meditation.

Song Qingxing found a futon and sat down, instantly falling into meditation.

"It's rare to come here, so you should each study it. Remember, you can't bite off more than you can chew." Song Changsheng took the initiative to take Xiao Lingyun from Song Qingxi's arms and said to the old ghost Chi Huo and Song Qingxi.

After the two of them left, Song Changsheng started wandering around the forest of steles with Xiao Lingyun in his arms, looking at the 117 stone steles as if they were just passing through.

He only glanced at some sword monuments lightly, and he would stop and study some sword monuments carefully, but at most it would take less than a quarter of an hour.

His unconventional behavior puzzled the surrounding Tianjian Sect disciples who were observing secretly. Could this person be here for sightseeing?

Yes, no.

First of all, Song Changsheng cultivated both physical and mental skills, as well as weapon skills and formation skills. He no longer had any extra energy to study the way of swordsmanship.

Moreover, Song Taiyi, the ancestor of the Song family, was famous for his swordsmanship. If he had wanted to practice swordsmanship, he would have put it into practice long ago.

But adhering to the idea that stones from other mountains can attack jade, Song Changsheng still planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity to learn more about swordsmanship.

His understanding is beyond ordinary people, so he has gained a lot after going around in circles. At the same time, he also discovered a problem. The inscriptions engraved on these sword tablets lost their effect after he rubbed them.

"There should be some special arrangements here. Only in this location can one learn sword skills with the help of the sword stele. No wonder they don't prohibit rubbings." Song Changsheng felt a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

It was already the early morning of the second day after a full circle. Song Qingxing was still sitting cross-legged in front of the wordless stele like a sculpture. Song Qingxi was also sitting cross-legged in front of a second-order sword stele to meditate. Even the old ghost Chihuo walked to a third-order sword tablet according to the guidance from the dark.

Although they have chosen the ones that are most suitable for them, they only have ten days, and it is still unknown whether they can truly realize it.

Song Changsheng, who had nothing to do, fed little Lingyun some animal milk after waking up from hunger, and then came to the wordless monument.

"It is said that everyone will have different understandings. I don't know what you will bring to me."

Song Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the sword monument and fell into an epiphany.

The moment he closed his eyes, his consciousness suddenly felt like traveling through space. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a large hall.

There were many young monks sitting cross-legged in the main hall, and they were all looking forward. There was a three-legged copper cauldron there, and the orange-red flames were constantly burning the bottom of the cauldron.

An old man with white beard and hair and an immortal spirit stood next to the copper tripod. He held a copper pill the size of a pigeon egg in his hand and looked at the crowd and said: "What I am going to demonstrate next is how to use the [Sword Pill].

What I have in my hand is a first-order [Sword Pill]. Please watch my demonstration. "

The old man threw the ball in his hand, and saw a flash of sword light, and a deep sword mark was cut out of the copper pillar that was used as a target.

And the [Sword Pill] has returned to the old man's hand at this moment, but it is no longer in the form of a pill, but like a soft ribbon wrapped around the old man's fingertips, spinning slowly.

With Song Changsheng's eyesight, he could naturally see that it was actually a flying sword refined in a special way, with the sword intention of a swordsman master sealed inside. The user only needed to inject spiritual power to release the fierce sword energy.

Once the sword intent sealed in it is used up, this [Sword Pill] will lose its effect.

"Then I will start teaching you the refining method." After saying that, the old man took out the materials one by one and started refining them.

Song Changsheng suddenly realized that this was his opportunity.

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"Where am I...?"

In the dim cave, Xue Ji struggled to open her heavy eyelids, her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and she would feel heartbreaking pain even if she moved slightly.

Although Bai Zhengchun's sword was struck in a hurry, it still almost cut her into two pieces. If it weren't for her "Blood Demon Technique" and her amazing recovery power, she might have abandoned her body and fled like the leader of Xiangzhou.

Due to the serious injuries, Xue Ji's consciousness was still a little chaotic, but she vaguely remembered that she successfully escaped from Luoxia City by relying on the backup plan prepared in advance, and finally fainted in the birch forest thousands of miles away from Luoxia City due to lack of physical strength.

Looking at the dim and claustrophobic space in front of her, Xue Ji could conclude that this was definitely not the place where she fainted.

Although the body is difficult to move, fortunately, the consciousness can still be used.

Spreading her consciousness out, Xue Ji quickly figured out where she was. It was a cave with a tight space. The entrance was right in front, blocked by ivy-like vines, and there was a faint light coming through the gaps.

On his side, there was water mixed with yellow mud dripping from the gaps in the stones.

Xue Ji licked her chapped red lips. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. Her throat was so dry that it was smoking, but she couldn't even move her fingers now.

At this moment, a "crash" sound came from the entrance of the cave.

Her heart suddenly lifted, someone was coming?

Sure enough, a majestic figure lifted up the vines at the entrance of the cave and walked in. It was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of appearance. The stubble that had grown wildly had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time, giving people a sense of decadence.

Only those pair of deep eyes seemed to turn into a whirlpool when they looked at each other, trying to suck away the soul of a person.

He was wearing a somewhat worn black robe, and before he even got close, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

And on his shoulder stood a huge red bat, exuding a dangerous aura.

Xue Ji's eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You still dare to appear in front of me!"

With her enemy in front of her, she tried to struggle to sit up, but she couldn't muster the strength at all, so she could only watch as the enemy approached.

Hun Wugui came to her, squatted down slowly, and then stretched out his hand and placed it on Xue Ji's snow-white belly. There was a hideous wound there, which almost split her into two parts.

There is a strange energy flowing above, constantly eating away at Xue Ji's spiritual power, causing the wound to never heal.

"What do you want to do? Take your dirty hands away." Feeling the warm touch, Xue Ji's eyes were about to burst into flames. If she hadn't been unable to move, she would have stood up and killed this bastard!

Without replying, a black light appeared in the palm of his hand, slowly brushing over the wound.

Xue Ji felt a numbness in the place where the black light passed by, as if something was about to grow.

Xue Ji was stunned for a moment. Was he...healing himself?

After doing all this, he tore off a piece of the hem of his robe, simply wrapped it up for her, and said in a gentle voice: "There is blood evil energy remaining on the wound, and it will take a long time to heal.

The person who hurt you is very powerful and full of evil energy. In my impression, there is only one person who meets these characteristics, but he should be dead. "

Xue Ji was not in the mood to answer his questions at the moment. Her mind was in chaos. What was happening in front of her made her a little confused.

Seeing that she didn't respond, there was a trace of sadness in Hun Wugui's eyes, he took out a gilt jar and put it to Xue Ji's mouth and said: "You have been in a coma for three days, you must be thirsty, this is the dew in the morning. "

Xue Ji looked at the face she hated in front of her, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "Why do you do this? I am the helmsman of Bian and Ling states, and I am the enemy sent by the leader to take your life."

Hunwugui was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't care which state you are the helmsman of, or what mission you carry. In my heart, you are just my sister."

"shut up!

You are a rebel in the religion, you have betrayed the leader, you have betrayed the Blood God!

From that moment on, you are my enemy!

Even if you save me, I won't thank you, I will still kill you! "Xue Ji's mood suddenly became excited, and a strong killing intent filled her face, making her look a bit ferocious.

There is a trace of pain on the face of the lost soul. The brother and sister turned against each other. There is no greater tragedy in the world than this.

He sighed melancholy and said: "Recuperate well. When your injury gets better, I will tell you the truth. If you still want to kill me at that time, you will definitely get your wish."

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(End of this chapter)