The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 139: Listening to the Spring Rain in the Unopened Small Building
Time flies, just like in the blink of an eye, the sun rises and sets, and a hint of dawn appears on the horizon again.

In the room, Dongfang Que slowly finished his training. After he opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and emotionless, without any trace of humanity, as if he was a machine without emotions.

But the next moment, he let out a long sigh, and the coldness in his eyes instantly warmed up, like a pool of spring water, containing unspeakable charm.

After finishing the exercise, Dongfang Que washed up in the room, then remembered that Xun Ge'er had asked him to call him, so he went out to Fang Xun's room.

He was also slightly surprised in his heart that the other party was so engrossed in practicing that he was afraid that he would forget the time, so he specifically told him to knock on the door and wake him up when the time was up.

"Xun has not left the yard for the past four days. I have never seen anyone as hardworking as him."

At this time, not only Dongfang Que, but people in other rooms of the guest house also got up early. Among them, Yan Ming had just finished washing up and was doing boxing in the yard to stretch his muscles.

Dongfang Que walked straight to Fang Xun's door and knocked three times.

"Brother Xun, the sword fight will begin in an hour."

Not long after, the door creaked open, and the light of the morning sun outside shone on Fang Xun.

But Dongfang Que was startled and stared at Fang Xun blankly.

He was not frightened by the sudden opening of the door, but because he did not notice any movement before Fang Xun opened the door.

I didn't hear the other person getting up, nor did I hear the other person's footsteps. It was just like a ghost story, the door opened without any warning.

But looking at Brother Xun in front of him, Dongfang Que always felt that there was something strange about him.

It was as if Fang Xun had blended into the surrounding environment, making it easy for people to ignore his presence.

"This is, the unity of man and nature?!"

"What's wrong? There are flowers on my face?"

Fang Xun, who had just fought with Ah Qing for seven or eight hours, had just left the martial arts hall. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dongfang Que staring at him blankly. He didn't know what was wrong with the other party.

After hearing this, Dongfang Que came back to his senses. He looked at Fang Xun again and felt that he had become the brother Xun he was familiar with.

"Uh, nothing, maybe it's an illusion."

At this time, Yan Ming came over with three large food boxes and said, "Xun'er, the breakfast has just been delivered by the disciples of Lijian Pavilion. Eat it while it's hot."

"Well, no rush. There is still one hour left. There is definitely enough time."

After saying this, the three of them went into the house, filled the table with food and started eating.

During the meal, Dongfang Que was absent-minded and kept glancing at Fang Xun. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The feeling that Brother Xun gave him before should not be an illusion.

He actually felt a hint of the aura of unity between man and nature from the other person, which was the sign of a master of divine will!
Fang Xun's eyes were also wandering, and he was still recalling the battle with Ah Qing yesterday.

The two men barely fought to a draw, but Fang Xun felt that he had no power to use when fighting with the opponent.

Ah Qing was truly a man of genius. Each of his moves was flawless and natural. Each move mobilized the power of heaven and earth and made him feel as if the whole world was against him.

This situation is the unity of man and nature of the master in the realm of divine will.

When Qi and intention are combined, the small world of the human body is connected to the big world of the universe. With a wave of the hand, one can mobilize the power of heaven and earth to crush the opponent.

Fang Xun didn’t know whether a warrior could contend against the entire world if he cultivated to the limit.

But he knew that an innate warrior would only be beaten when faced with the Grand Master of Divine Will mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to crush him.

Ah Qing is of course still far behind the Grandmaster of the Divine Will Realm, but he is able to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

This made Fang Xun like a frightened bird during the battle, and he felt that every blade of grass and every tree on the roadside had become Ah Qing's sword.

If it weren't for his solid foundation and Ah Qing's limited ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, he would have been turned into a sieve long ago.

The final result was that although Ah Qing couldn't kill him, he couldn't get close to him either.
'Is this the appearance of a celestial being? Even if her realm is only at the level of opening meridians, even the highest level of awakening acupoints may not be able to do anything to her!'

Thinking of this, Fang Xun couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Que, who was also following the path of a god, but he saw that the other party was absent-minded and happened to glance at him secretly.

Noticing Dongfang Que's abnormality, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"what?"

Dongfang Que suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously asked, "Xun brother, have you broken through the realm of divine intention?"

"Ahem. Ahem."

Yan Ming, who was standing by, choked accidentally and looked at Fang Xun in shock. He didn't even doubt whether what Dongfang Que said was right or not. Anyway, anything could happen as long as it happened to Brother Xun.

He just felt that his young heart had suffered a huge fright.

Fang Xun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He had fought with Ah Qing for a whole day yesterday. Their qi were interacting deeply, and his own qi unconsciously showed a hint of heavenly aura, which led Dongfang Que to misunderstand.

"What nonsense are you thinking? I just had an epiphany when I was practicing yesterday. I haven't even gained enlightenment yet, so how could it be the will of God?"

Dongfang Que suddenly realized for a moment, but then he heard Fang Xun say something.

"You are cultivating to become a celestial being, but a true celestial being is not just about heaven, but also about humans. A celestial being does not mean abandoning emotions, but rather the unity of heaven and humans. You have already taken the wrong path, so it is best to turn back in time."

Having just witnessed Ah Qing's celestial appearance yesterday, when he saw Dongfang Que, who was also practicing the celestial way, he immediately saw the obvious disharmony.

What Dongfang Que cultivated was the celestial being, not the way of heaven.

But although in the eyes of outsiders, he behaves as gentle as a lady from a noble family in the south of the Yangtze River, but in fact his emotions are extremely cold.

The external side is all his disguise, and only in front of Fang Xun and Yan Ming will he occasionally reveal his true self. To put it bluntly, he wants to cultivate himself to be emotionless, and with this state of mind, he will be in harmony with the world. When he goes deep, he will regard himself as the sky that is high above.

Fang Xun didn't dare to make a conclusion as to whether this path could lead to the top, but he knew that this was definitely not the way of heaven.

After communicating with Ah Qing, Fang Xun understood, this is heaven, this is heaven.

The way of heaven is to forget emotions and selfishness, and the way of man is to be extremely emotional and natural.

Heaven and man should be in conflict, but in Ah Qing, he saw both the way of heaven and the way of man, and the two ways of heaven and man were perfectly combined in him.

However, Dongfang Que wanted to cultivate the way of heaven and man, but he took the ruthless path of heaven and wanted to abandon his human side.

With Fang Xun's current vision and experience, he doesn't dare to make a conclusion as to whether this path is feasible.

But he knew that Dongfang Que was absolutely wrong.

Even if one wants to cultivate the Merciless Heavenly Dao, that is not something that the other party, who is at the Tongmai Realm, should think about. Thinking about these issues now is just being too ambitious.

Dongfang Que was stunned after hearing Fang Xun's comments. He asked thoughtfully, "Xun'er, have you ever seen a true celestial being?"

Fang Xun rolled his eyes and said, "I've seen you in my dreams. Come on, eat and stop thinking about it. You're just at the stage of Tongmai. It's too early for you to be sentimental or heartless.

This is like wanting to run without even learning how to walk. If you continue like this, you will never become a master of Divine Will!"

Dongfang Que was choked and said no more. He continued to eat, but he kept Fang Xun's words deeply in his heart.

'The Way of Heaven and the Way of Man are essentially in conflict, so how can I reconcile them?'

The three of them quickly swept away the food on the table and satisfied their stomachs. After a short rest, the three of them went out.

"You go first, I'll go get the sword from Qiu Feng and come back later."

"Okay, Brother Xun."

After giving the order, Fang Xun separated from Yan Ming and Dongfang Que and walked straight towards Qiu Feng's yard.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was indescribably hot, but Fang Xun walked through the mountains without breaking a sweat.

Along the way, I saw a swordsman walking towards the top of the mountain with an expectant look on his face.

"Oh, I don't know what will happen next. I hope everything will be calm."

Shaking his head, Fang Xun stopped thinking about it and concentrated on getting on his way. In a quarter of an hour, he arrived outside Qiu Feng's yard.

The yard was still in a mess, with sword fragments, ore, iron filings and other miscellaneous items piled everywhere.

Next to the blazing stove in the center, Qiu Feng was seen with his arms bare, sweat dripping down his face, and bloodshot eyes, as if he had not gotten enough rest.

But his expression was extremely solemn, and he had no intention of wiping the sweat off his face.

He looked at the sword on the anvil with a troubled look.

The appearance of the sword blank had only slightly changed from five days ago, but these few changes became the source of Qiu Feng's entanglement.

"You hit a knife?"

When Fang Xun's voice reached his ears, Qiu Feng woke up and, like a cat with its fur standing on end, he subconsciously retorted, "Nonsense! It's obviously a sword! I'm a swordsmith, and you want a sword. How can I make a knife?"

Fang Xun's face suddenly looked strange, and he looked towards the 'sword embryo'.

Let’s just call this sword a sword for now.

The hilt and the blade are integrated and slender, without a hilt, and are only about an inch wide.

But the tip of the sword is slightly curved, so it can be called a knife.

But it is not as thick and broad as ordinary steel knives, and it has blades on both sides, so it can be called a sword.

There were still spots of rust on the sword from the time it was quenched but not yet sharpened. Its original color was not visible, and it was dark and dim, as if it was covered with a layer of dust.

But the seven words "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night" can still be seen on the sword.

When Qiu Feng saw Fang Xun's strange expression, he became nervous and no longer insisted that it was a sword. He said dejectedly.

"Nephew Fang, it's not that I wanted to cast it like this on purpose, but your scimitar is so spiritual that it's most appropriate to let it shape itself. Adding external force will make it look ugly."

Fang Xun didn't care, and said with satisfaction: "It doesn't matter, I am very satisfied."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the sword was sucked over and trembled slightly in his hand, as if it was excited to be back in the hands of its owner.

Although the blade of the long sword was still pitch black, Fang Xun was extremely satisfied with it. He did not care whether it was a knife or a sword. It was the same to him anyway.

"Thank you, Elder Qiu. The sword fighting competition is about to begin. I will not stay any longer."

After saying that, he picked up the cyan-gold scabbard made by Qiu Feng and hung it around his waist. Then, without putting the sword back into the scabbard, he walked straight out of the yard and reached the door in three or two steps.

Qiu Feng came back to his senses, suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly.

"Your sword isn't sharpened yet, how are you going to fight with others?"

Fang Xun just smiled and said without turning his head: "There are so many swordsmen on the Sword Stage, just pick one and hone your skills!"

When Qiu Feng wanted to say something, he could no longer see Fang Xun's back in his sight.

(End of this chapter)