Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 481 Time
Back then, Xie Xifeng also went to Yunyang River to see the scene left after the battle.

That kind of mighty power really made him a little unimaginable.

In particular, Lin Qianjun's cultivation at that time was at the level of a sword master.

However, if he thinks that Lin Qianjun's real master is Xu Ziyun, he thinks it makes sense.

After so many years, Xie Xifeng thought that Lin Qianjun had gone to the upper realm.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not leave, but he also returned to Zhujian Villa.

"The owner has been doing well these years." Lin Qianjun asked aloud.

"It's okay, but it's not as good as your idle clouds and wild cranes. You have nothing to worry about. This huge Sword Forging Villa needs me to take care of it. It would be great if someone can help you." Xie Xifeng replied.

Lin Qianjun pretended that he didn't hear the meaning behind Xie Xifeng's words, and after exchanging a few words of pleasantries, he said goodbye: "Since you are still busy, owner, my husband and I will not bother you."

"Wait, you finally came back, at least you have to say hello to Qi Yun and the others." Xie Xifeng asked to stay.

"Master, how do you think we know you are here?" Lin Qianjun smiled, and immediately turned and left with Meng Jiao.

Hearing the sound, Xie Xifeng's heart suddenly dawned.

It turned out that he was the only one kept in the dark from the beginning to the end!

Seeing Xie Xifeng's side, although the two sides only had a brief conversation, the way of swordsmanship in Lin Qianjun's heart became more complete.

Next, he plans to go to the capital to see his cheap apprentice and see the "Origin Sword Art" on him.

The trace of cause and effect that was left behind can actually bloom such a brilliant flower.

In this regard, he can be said to be very surprised.

I don't know if his luck factor is at work.

In the capital of Dawen Kingdom, in Yuanjian City.

Lin Qianjun and Meng Jiao walked on the street, looking at everything around them.

When encountering something that Meng Jiao is curious about or likes, Lin Qianjun will spend money to buy it.

At this time, half a year had passed since Lin Qianjun left the backing village.

In half a year, Lin Qianjun also saw Wen Sheng's ability to govern the country.

He practiced Lin Qianjun's "Original Sword Jue", and now his strength is rare in the world.

Even someone like Xie Xifeng might not be able to withstand a few tricks in front of him.

However, even so, Wen Sheng did not directly rely on his own strength to subdue the world.

Force is the last resort, and before that, he used it more to seduce profit and develop together.

In today's Greater Vancouver, although not all the people live and work in peace and contentment, they will definitely not worry about being annihilated because they accidentally offended someone in the rivers and lakes.

There was no trace of the chaos at the beginning.

The truly powerful swordsmen are basically in the imperial court now.

Moreover, all famous sects in the Jianghu must be registered with the imperial court.

It can be seen that the imperial court is trying its best to maintain stability in all aspects.

Under such circumstances, there are relatively few incidents of chivalry and chaos.

"It's time to go see that cheap apprentice too." Lin Qianjun murmured looking up at the sky.

In a school field in the palace.

Wen Sheng was practicing his sword skills.

He didn't use his sword power, but practiced basic sword moves over and over again.

Now his cultivation base has reached the initial level of the Great Sword Sect, and he has begun to comprehend the Dao Yun.

In this state, the practice of artistic conception is more important.

The difference between having Dao Yun and not having Dao Yun in a move is a huge difference.

The same straight thrust, if it contains dao rhyme, can exert all kinds of incredible effects.

If the Dao Yun is strong enough, this thorn can break through everything.

And if there is no dao rhyme, it just stabs straight, there is no special effect blessing at all, and the opponent can easily resist it.

In the "Origin Sword Jue" he practiced, this realm is called the third realm of the soul of the sword, and it is called "Sword Intent".

Comprehending the sword intent is the way of practice at this stage.

At this time, the sword in Wen Sheng's hand had already been stabbed out, and a sharp artistic conception rose up invisible, trying to break through all the obstacles in front of him.

At the same time, in front of his sword blade, there was also a sharpened small bamboo stick.

Its thickness is no more than the shape of a pen, and it looks fragile and green, as if it can be blown off by a gust of wind.

How could such a bamboo stick block the [Qianyuan] divine sword in his hand.

However, the result shocked Wen Sheng.

His [Qianyuan] sword was blocked and he could no longer move forward, but the bamboo stick was not damaged at all.

Wen Sheng raised his head and saw Lin Qianjun holding a bamboo stick.

"Master!" Wen Sheng quickly retracted his sword and saluted.

Lin Qianjun praised: "To be able to gain the sense of the sword in such a short period of time, understand the heart of the sword, and embark on the road of sword intent, your talent in the way of swords is indeed not bad."

Sword sense, sword heart, and sword intent are respectively Lin Qianjun's "Original Sword Jue" about the fifth to seventh level of cultivation methods, and also the cultivation method about "Sword Soul" in the second half of his "Original Sword Jue" .

Since Lin Qianjun deduced it, he has not practiced it yet.

Wen Sheng can be regarded as his guinea pig.

Now that Lin Qianjun saw him, he felt that his original idea was indeed okay, there was no major problem, at least it was in line with its status as the ultimate purple skill.

There are just a few small details that need to be changed.

"Master, you are absurdly praised. Wen Sheng's current achievements are all due to your kindness in teaching the Dharma back then." Wen Sheng said politely.

Lin Qianjun was noncommittal to Wen Sheng's words, and said, "Do you want to know what the fourth realm of Sword Soul is like?"

Hearing this, Wen Sheng's eyes flashed with excitement.

In the practice of sword soul in "Original Sword Jue", the fourth realm is called the sword realm.

The domain here is the meaning of the domain.

Once cast, the entire field will be filled with its own sword moves.

The more sword intents one comprehends, the stronger one's combat power will be after reaching this level.

But that level was still far away for Wen Sheng.

It can be seen now that of course he has 1 wishes in his heart.

"I ask Master for advice." Wen Sheng said politely.

Lin Qianjun smiled, and then directly poked Wen Sheng with the bamboo stick in his hand.

To outsiders, Lin Qianjun seemed to be fighting with Wen Sheng with a bamboo stick.

But in Wen Sheng's eyes, this is an all-encompassing sword.

There are so many sword intents in it that it includes everything in the world, and the sword domain formed by them can no longer be a domain, but a realm!
It's a whole world!

Lin Qianjun's sword stopped an inch away from Wen Sheng's eyes at the right time.

And Wen Sheng fell into an epiphany just in time.

At this time, he seemed to be in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and countless sword powers began to rush towards his body.

In this case, he himself is almost in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and his understanding will be greatly blessed. Even if he only has five points of understanding, he can still exert the effect of more than fifteen points of understanding.

And the higher one's comprehension, the greater the blessing.

But Wen Sheng obviously has more than five points of comprehension.

So he should also be able to comprehend some fur of this sword.

More words, it's not that Lin Qianjun looks down on him, it's that it needs to be accumulated.

With Wen Sheng's talent, he might not be able to accumulate such an exaggerated sword intent in another billion years.

After a while, Wen Sheng woke up from the state of epiphany, and immediately swung the sword in his hand.

When the sword is released, the wind and cloud gather, the thunder entangles, and the sky and the earth also change color.

The invisible sword field instantly enveloped the land with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the infinite sword intent surged in it, creating all kinds of worlds.

Seeing this, Lin Qianjun raised his mouth slightly, dropped the bamboo stick in his hand, turned and left.

After Wen Sheng put away his sword field, Lin Qianjun could no longer be seen, only a few courtiers looked at him nervously from a distance.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty on the great increase in cultivation!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Countless people bowed and saluted Wen Sheng.

Normally, Wen Sheng would be very happy, but now he is not in the mood anymore.

He has seen the wider world, and for him, everything here is no longer attractive.

What he longed for at this time was the peak of the sword with no end in sight.

But before pursuing that peak, he still needs to handle the matter in hand well.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

The passage of time is always so unpredictable, and before you know it, another 50 years have passed.

At this time, the world is completely healthy.

The emperor known as number one in the world hadn't made a move for a long time, even if it was just the swordsmen in the sword pavilion, it was enough to frighten Xiaoxiao.

In today's world, there is no such thing as a school of martial arts.

Some are just various "sword academies" recognized by the imperial court.

Those who have studied in the sword academy can get the swordsman certificate issued by them.

With a certificate, one can work in various places according to the level of the certificate, or directly join the imperial court and become a member of the Jiange.

As a result, the imperial court issued a list of swordsmen.

This list is updated in real time and will be rearranged every year.

Now when swordsmen meet each other, the first thing they do is report their rankings.

Hearing that the other party ranks higher, or has admiration, they will come forward to make friends.

If there is any dissatisfaction, both parties will meet at the nearest local sword-testing platform to compete with each other.

For 50 years, Lin Qianjun also took Meng Jiao to travel more than half of the world, and then returned to the backing village.

Now Qi Dong's energy and blood are also declining, and he is no longer as vigorous as when he was young, and Shen Cui passed away five years ago.

After Qi Yun came back to organize the funeral, he quickly returned to Zhujian Villa.

Jianjian Villa is now regarded as the court's military casting place, and internal affairs are busy. As the deputy owner of Zhujian Villa, he is often involuntary.

Another 30 years have passed.

Qi Yun took over Zhujian Villa and officially became the owner of the villa, and Qi Dong also passed away because of great joy at this time.

After Lin Qianjun attended Qi Dong's funeral, he also chose to leave the backer village with Meng Jiao.

The two came to Shuangjiang City and opened a small shop for customizing swords.

In Shuangjiang City, there are many such shops, and almost all of them are managed by the disciples of Zhujian Villa.

Compared with Lin Qianjun and his little-known shop, of course the name of Zhujian Villa is more resounding.

So they basically have no business.

However, Lin Qianjun was also happy to be free, and taught Meng Jiao how to practice swordsmanship whenever he had time. Although her talent was not particularly good, Lin Qianjun used sword power to cut her hair and cleanse her marrow, and precious medicine strengthened her roots and cultivation. He barely trained her to the peak of Jianzong.

This realm can already have a thousand years of life, so her original anxiety naturally disappeared.

Time passed, and the time came to 300 years after the founding of Da Wen Kingdom.

A special guest was ushered in in an old sword-making hall in Shuangjiang City.

It was a young man in a black robe. When he arrived, he said loudly: "Is the shopkeeper there? I want to forge a sword!"

Hearing the sound, Lin Qianjun stepped out from the back room. The moment he saw the young man, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and said, "May I ask you what kind of sword you want to forge?"

"What I want to forge is the best sword in the world!" The young man looked at Lin Qianjun seriously and said.

(End of this chapter)