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Chapter 356: Sword Practice (V) Flying Sword: Red Dust

The next day.

"The police station has found the truck, but there was no diamond ring in the truck. I also talked to the owner at the police station, and he said he hadn't seen it either. I followed him quietly for a day, but didn't find any traces, and nothing strange happened at his home."

"I've expected that. The evil ghost is not that simple. Not only is she fierce, but she's also very smart. Otherwise, she wouldn't have controlled Sister Jin to give me a mocking smile." Ma Xiaoling was not very disappointed, and even acted very calm.

Wang Zhenzhen said worriedly: "Xiaoling, if we can't find the diamond ring, what if that female ghost comes out to harm people again?"

"No big deal! I don't want anyone to get hurt either, but if we can't find the ring, it's all just empty talk. The range of the spirit instrument is limited, and I can't go to every corner of Hong Kong." After a pause, Ma Xiaoling said, "To be cruel, if she didn't hurt anyone, we might never find her."

Wang Zhenzhen bit her lip, at a loss for words.

Kuang Tianyou, who was sitting nearby, said, "I will ask my colleagues to pay more attention to such supernatural cases and try to discover problems as early as possible."

Ma Xiaoling nodded and asked, "By the way, have you found out how Sister Jin got the ring?"

"I checked her and her family's spending records and didn't find any matching spending. However, when I was investigating her whereabouts in recent days, I checked the surveillance footage at Jiajia Building and found a rather suspicious video."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone.

Several people walked together to watch.

In the elevator, Sister Jin first coughed, then took a step forward, then coughed until she bent over and squatted, and then walked out of the elevator.

"It seems... okay?" Wang Zhenzhen said uncertainly, and Ma Xiaoling had the same expression.

Kuang Tianyou didn't rush to explain, but took out a photo.

In the photo, Sister Jin is about to enter the elevator.

Kuang Tianyou pointed to a certain location in the elevator and said, "Look here, I asked someone to enlarge and restore the picture." He turned to the next enlarged photo. Although the things on the ground were blurry, they were clear enough to see.

"Diamond ring!" Wang Zhenzhen exclaimed.

Ma Xiaoling squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time before nodding gently and saying, "Yes, it seems to be the one that Sister Jin threw away."

Wang Zhenzhen thought for a moment and asked, "Tianyou, have you investigated who dropped this ring?"

Kuang Tianyou nodded first, then shook his head.

"I checked, but I didn't find anything. Many people had entered and exited the elevator before Jin, but I carefully analyzed the video and didn't see who the diamond ring came from."

"How is this possible?" Wang Zhenzhen couldn't believe it.

"I also thought it was impossible, but that's the fact. It suddenly appeared the moment Sister Jin entered the elevator."

Ma Xiaoling frowned and thought for a while. "So, the appearance of the diamond ring was not an accident, but someone did it on purpose. But who would want to murder Sister Jin in this way?"

"I have investigated her social relationships, and I have not found any enemies who are mortal enemies. If we must talk about grudges, those who have been deceived by her and her son in the building can be counted among them, and also..."

Kuang Tianyou suddenly paused.

Ma Xiaoling frowned and urged: "Speak, what are you hesitating about?"

Kuang Tianyou glanced at her and said, "My colleague asked Ouyang Jiajia to take a statement. According to him, Ah Chen had a conflict with Sister Jin and her son before. This should be the most recent conflict between the Jin family and others."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ma Xiaoling's expression froze, and a hint of surprise flashed in her crystal eyes.

Wang Zhenzhen was also stunned.

However, Ma Xiaoling had excellent psychological qualities and said directly: "Then you can ask him after he comes back from his business trip."

"I will."

Unlike Ma Xiaoling's uncertainty, Kuang Tianyou's intuition and the evidence he obtained made him believe that Hong Chen was the most likely perpetrator.

After all, he already knew that Hong Chen was not an ordinary person, but a Taoist master who could completely suppress the resurrected by drawing talismans in the air.

But he couldn't understand why Hong Chen would use this method to deal with ordinary people. In his eyes, Hong Chen didn't seem like the kind of person who would use evil means to harm others.

Even judging from the logic of a policeman, he felt that Hong Chen's motive for committing the crime was not sufficient.

But no matter what, this is the only clue he can find at the moment.

Ma Xiaoling didn't think much about it and changed the subject, looking at Wang Zhenzhen.

"Zhenzhen, what about you?"

"Me?" Wang Zhenzhen shook her head: "I don't remember meeting any masters, and I don't remember if anyone said anything strange to me."

Ma Xiaoling frowned in distress.

The golden light on Wang Zhenzhen's body was very pure and powerful, and the female ghost was almost disintegrated at the first sight.

If she could find someone to help Wang Zhenzhen, she wouldn't have to worry so much on this Night of the Return of the Soul.

On the side, Kuang Tianyou moved his right hand without saying anything. Just like before, he also suspected that it was Hong Chen's work, and this time he was much more confident.

After a while, Ma Xiaoling sighed and asked, "How is Jin Zhengzhong? Is he still alive?"

"No, he woke up after basking in the sun, but he's still in a bad mood, and he's also busy with Sister Jin's funeral..." Zhenzhen looked sympathetic, "But Uncle Gu said his father is back, so he should have some time to rest. I hope he can get through this disaster as soon as possible."

"It's OK as long as he's not dead." Ma Xiaoling's reply seemed a little cold and heartless, but it was probably because she was already used to this kind of thing. She stood up and picked up her bag, and said, "I still have to prepare things for the night of the return of the soul. You two can chat slowly. Bye!"

After she left, Kuang Tianyou felt Wang Zhenzhen's shy gaze from time to time, and he felt pressured, so he also wanted to find an excuse to leave.

Unfortunately, although Zhenzhen looks weak, she is much braver than this old zombie in terms of feelings. Looking at his lip shape, she took the lead in speaking.

"Tianyou! Fusheng and I have both taken a day off today, so why don't you let me treat you to a meal today? Don't be in a hurry to refuse. I haven't thanked you for saving me last time in Japan. Let's go to a buffet today. You can eat whatever you want, okay?"

Kuang Tianyou saw the hope in her eyes and thought of the repeated rejections before, so he softened his heart and agreed.
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Alchemy room.

All six walls are filled with talismans, only in this way can the high temperature and strange phenomena generated by the alchemy process be sealed.

Hong Chen stared at the alchemy furnace with sparkling eyes, and the alchemy gestures of his hands changed from time to time.

A drop of sweat occasionally ran across the forehead, but evaporated in the blink of an eye.

In the reactor.

The sword energy is surging and moving endlessly.

The sword intent is everywhere.

The ball of metal hanging in the center of the reactor shrank again and turned into a pill with a diameter of less than half an inch, similar to a marble, extremely round in shape, and filled with nine-color rays of light.

It looks like a celestial body, a black hole, or a universe.

The light and darkness of the sunset glow alternate, like breathing.

What it inhales and exhales is naturally the sword energy and sword intent that fills the alchemy furnace, as well as the Nine Dragons Dragon Qi that continuously penetrates the alchemy furnace.

At a certain moment, the pill seemed to have reached its limit, and the suction force was like a black hole. The surrounding sword energy and sword intent were swallowed up by it in an instant. Even the heat of the pill furnace seemed to be absorbed by it, and the red pill furnace quickly returned to its golden color.

Seeing this, Hong Chen was delighted and immediately used all his strength to activate the sword. The entire alchemy room was instantly filled with sword energy surging from the void, pouring into the alchemy furnace like a long river.

At the same time, the nine divine dragons attached to the alchemy furnace also emitted a strong glow.

The refining of the flying sword has reached the most critical moment.

No matter how many pills the furnace needs, Hong Chen must do his best to satisfy it.

If there is any deficiency, the quality of the flying sword will be reduced at best, or several days of hard work and materials will be destroyed at worst.

Fortunately, Hong Chen has thousands of years of spiritual power in his body, as well as the Wanxiang Sword Body, and can control nine dragons without fear of exhaustion.

Even so, after half an hour, he felt that he was almost drained. In the alchemy furnace, the pill that was full of sword energy, sword intent, and dragon energy finally calmed down.

It floats in the sky, spinning silently.

The nine-colored brilliant light disappeared, and a gray shell quickly formed on the outside of the pill like frost.

Not long after, the pill that looked like a rare treasure just now now looked like a slightly round stone egg.

The brilliance is restrained, and the treasures are hidden.

Next comes the third and final step in refining the flying sword.

After the second step of sword practice, the metaphysical "Tao" has been found, but the "Tao" will evolve and change naturally between heaven and earth.

All things in heaven and earth are born from existence, and existence is born from nothingness.

If the pill was taken out of the alchemy furnace directly now, then Heaven would instantly turn the "nothing" it had just found into "something", and such a change was completely out of control.

Therefore, that layer of stone shell, although seemingly sealing the treasure inside, actually also isolated it from the influence of the natural heavenly way, allowing the newly acquired "Tao" to exist longer.

However, this seal cannot last long, because the small world of the alchemy furnace is still between the big world, and the temporary isolation cannot be maintained for a long time. The longer the time, the world outside the alchemy furnace will naturally invade inward and gradually destroy it.

Therefore, Hong Chen must give "Tao" a carrier, a container that will not be catalyzed by the Heavenly Dao.

The physical world is called Qi.

This is the core of the third step of sword refining.

The method is quite simple. Use yourself as the cause to induce change - turning pill into sword!
This is the combination of Tao and instrument.

The flying swords refined by this method are all of top quality.

Hong Chen put his right fingers together to form a sword and pointed it towards his heart.

His clothes were torn and his chest was open.

Skin and flesh cannot conceal the dense fairy light of the Nine Dragons' heart.

A drop of pure golden blood passed through the body and floated lightly on the fingertips.

This blood needs to have essence, energy and spirit injected into it at the same time. In this way, the blood is no longer blood, but more like a temporary clone.

The Sword Art states that if one's cultivation is sufficient, one can directly separate a strand of soul and put it into the art, which will have a better effect, and one can even refine the legendary flying sword. But Hong Chen obviously does not have such strength yet, so he can only make plans later.

Hong Chen picked up this drop of blood that was a combination of essence, energy and spirit, sent it into the cauldron through the furnace eye, and then quickly closed the furnace eye. Then the Red Dragon exerted force to raise the temperature again, and the sword energy and sword intent roared again, clearing out all the breath of the outside world that had seeped into it after the furnace was opened just now.

Then, the pure golden blood gently fell onto the stone pill.

Immediately, the stone shell seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and instantly broke apart and disappeared.

The golden blood completely enveloped the stone pill. Hong Chen urged the red dragon, and the suddenly rising raging fire completely surrounded the entire pill furnace.

Time passed again, and in the blink of an eye, another forty-eight hours had passed.

The red flames that were roaring in the alchemy room suddenly subsided.

The alchemy furnace that had accompanied the Emperor Wanshou hundreds of years ago finally couldn't bear the weight. After the first crack appeared, more and more dense cracks spread rapidly.

When the nine external dragon auras returned to Hong Chen's heart, it could no longer hold on and collapsed.

Fragments of all sizes fell all over the ground, and a pill spinning in the air was extremely conspicuous.

The nine colors are gone, only the golden light remains.

It’s exactly the same color as Hong Chen’s blood.

Looking at it, Hong Chen felt as if he was looking at another self. This unique feeling of looking into the eyes of himself could never be reproduced by looking in the mirror, and it was beyond what could be described in words.

There is no need for sword fingers, sword techniques, or even deliberate thoughts.

It’s just like breathing, no need to learn, it’s natural and instinctive.

The golden pill suddenly appeared in front of Hong Chen. Its trajectory was completely impossible to capture. Its speed was so fast that it seemed like an instant movement across space.

Hong Chen was looking at it, and it was also spinning slowly, as if it couldn't wait to let Hong Chen see its appearance clearly.

After rotating once, the golden elixir rolled gently in the air.

Like tea leaves that slowly expand after being soaked, the golden elixir quickly unfolds in mid-air.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into a long sword.

Its light is brilliant and its brilliance is sparkling.

Patterns like dragon scales naturally evolved on the sword body. Among the uneven scales, there seemed to be scenes, figures and words flashing alternately, performing the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.

As soon as Hong Chen raised his hand, it fell into his palm by itself.

With five fingers curled inwards, he gripped the hilt of the sword, as if he were using his arm. It was no longer an adjective; a feeling of being connected in heart and blood, and sharing the same soul swept over his whole body.

He let go of his hand, and the flying sword turned into a golden light that circled around him like a meteor.

Sometimes it is straight, sometimes it is curved.

Sometimes it is as small as a needle, and sometimes it swells up like a pillar.

Hong Chen suddenly opened his mouth, and the flying sword escaped into his mouth, but did not enter his stomach, but followed the guidance of the dragon energy into his heart. It turned into a pill again, like a dragon ball shuttling between the nine dragons, seemingly playing around, while constantly receiving nourishment from the Wanxiang Sword Body and the nine dragons' dragon energy.

At this moment, Hong Chen's sword skills also advanced by leaps and bounds as the flying sword was forged, which could be described as a surge.

All the sword techniques and sword tactics in his mind came into being in an instant and were under control.

After sitting quietly for a long time, he finally exhaled.

"Master Dao, I... have done it!"

He stood up and waved his hand, and thousands of talismans in the room disappeared instantly.

At this moment, a fatigue that I hadn’t felt in a long time surged up in my heart.

When he came to the bedroom, he threw himself on the bed, but before going to sleep, he was thinking about one last thing.

How to name the flying sword?
Vientiane?

No, "Wanxiang" is too broad and clearly refers to everything in the universe.

But a flying sword is just a flying sword.

Even if there are all kinds of things, they will not leave the sword sect.

While thinking, he suddenly remembered the hard thinking he had when naming the wine he brewed, and the moment when Master Xuan Ku reminded him with a word.

The world is drunk, drunk with the red dust.

If you think about it carefully, everything in this world is within the mundane world.

The world of mortals, though more vast and broad, has no clear direction.

As the saying goes, it comes from the red dust, is cultivated in the red dust, stands in the red dust, and returns to the red dust.

A flying sword forged from the Wanxiang Sword Body.

If you do not take in all things, then you should name it "Red Dust".

(End of this chapter)