The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 91: One Sword of Everything (Part 1)
Not everyone understands what Jing Jiu and Xilai mean when they say “It’s a pity” at the same time.
Zhao Layue vaguely understood, Liu Shisui understood completely, so the two of them felt the heat on their faces earlier than Zhuo Rusui.
Elder Sun had completely misunderstood the meaning, thinking that the two kendo seniors and the strong had seen the problems in the cultivation of their heads, and their faces became pale.
The next moment he and the people off the street really understood what Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God meant.
“How old is it?” Jing Jiu asked while looking at Peng Lang.
It was a gentle voice that Qingshan disciples had never heard before.
Peng Lang didn’t know why this senior real person asked this, and he didn’t dare not answer. After holding his hands for a long time, he said with some uncertainty: “One hundred and forty-five?”
Even if the difference is several years, the problem is not big, Jing Jiu’s mood is a little better.
At that time, he and Bai Zao were trapped in the snowy field, so naturally they didn’t meet this child.
Looking forward, when he ascended, the child hadn’t been born yet, so you can’t blame him for neglecting.
Jing Jiu looked at the guys outside the street, moving his gaze over the faces of Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui and others, and finally fell on Ping Yongjia.
If Zhao Layue’s temperament is cooler, don’t always think about checking her failure in the first few years. If Liu Shisui did not go to the Xihai Sword Sect as an undercover agent, but instead concentrated on practicing, if Zhuo was as old as the old The temperament should be calmer, the spirit of witty words should be put a little bit more in the kendo, and there should be less grumbling in the belly, or it can be about the same. But when it comes to talent, only Ping Yongjia can beat this kid named Peng Lang.
Thinking of these things, he sighed, thinking it was a pity, why isn’t this kid a disciple of Qingshan?
The most troublesome thing is that he has become the head of the ungracious sect now, and Qingshan will never be able to grab it again.
This is not the same as when he sent Liu Shisui to Yimaozhai to be the lord of the fast.
The Long Street was silent, everyone understood the meaning in Jing Jiu’s eyes and heard his sigh.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were mentally prepared, but their faces were slightly hot, while Zhuo Rusui was ashamed and yelled, “I can’t fight anymore!”
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At this time, Jing Jiu and Xilai only had Peng Lang in their eyes, so naturally they won’t continue for the time being.
Jing Jiu is relatively better. After all, there are so many talented younger generations in the Qingshan Sect. At the very least, there is still a Ping Yongjia, although his temperament is a little too weak.
Xilai’s reaction was even greater, because the Xihai Sword Sect had been destroyed, and Kirishima was isolated from the world. To whom can his kendo be passed on?
In these three days, he was preparing for his own funeral, just to determine how the ten candidates he had selected back then are now, and ultimately nothing was desirable.
As a result, he saw Peng Lang today.
Partially giving birth to each other is ungracious.
“Will you be willing to inherit my Kendo?”
His eyes are quiet and focused, and everyone can feel his seriousness.
“No.”
Peng Lang rejected the proposal without even thinking about it.
Although he had only a short time since his entry into the mountain, he also knew that the Xihai Sword Sect was a deadly enemy of the Ungrateful Sect, and the leader died under this man’s sword.
So what else do I need to think about? Just like when he rushed towards Emperor Xiao with the sword, he hadn’t thought about it when he stood in front of Elder Sun earlier.
Because he didn’t want to, he had such a terrifying talent for kendo, even Jing Jiu and Xihai Sword God felt it was a pity.
Xilai heard his answer, was silent for a while, suddenly laughed, and said: “You will see it.”
What do you see?
Naturally, I saw the true meaning of his kendo.
Peng Lang understood what he meant and said, “But you don’t have a sword.”
Without a sword, how can kendo come?
“After losing to you that year, I abandoned the Twelve-Story Sword.”
Xilai looked at Jing Jiu and said, “Today I also want to ask you to take a look at my newly enlightened kendo.”
At the point where the voice fell, an extremely faint and ethereal breath emerged from the ruins of the antique shop, slashing towards Jing Jiu at an unimaginable speed.
The breath was extremely faint, without any color, and there was no sound of wind, but it was so sharp.
That is sword intent.
This sword intent comes from the ancient tripod in the ruins.
A sword rang across the long street.
A sword light appeared in front of Jing Jiu, extremely bright.
Jing Jiuyan retreated several miles away.
The white clothes fluttered, and a piece fell.
Another very weak sword intent emerged from the wall on the side of the street.
This sword intent does not come from any substance, but a crack in the brick wall.
After that, more and more sword intents emerged from the cracks in the stone, from the tiles, from under the eaves, and from anywhere.
Hundreds of sword lights seemed to appear around Jing Jiu’s body at the same time, and the crisp sound of swords was endless.
Where did these sword intents come from?
Countless sword intents emerged from the lines of substance and emptiness, and fell towards Jing Jiu without any pause.
For example, the door panels and the gaps between the door panels, the wind and the traces of the petals being blown by the wind.
What kind of kendo state is this?
When those sword intents meet Jing Jiu’s sword intent, a sword light will be born.
Countless sword lights are like lines drawn with bright colors, covering his face, only vaguely seeing more and more holes in the white clothes.
Xilai looked at Peng Lang and said: “Anything can be a sword, such as rain, such as a glacier, or even a thread.”
Peng Lang has only practiced the most simple sword art in the Wu’enmen introductory sword canon, but his talent is extremely amazing, and he can naturally feel what those sword intents that are born in the sky mean.
He knows that this is the kendo that Xihai Sword God wants to inherit and learn. He doesn’t want to watch it, but how can he stop this temptation?
Even the people in Qingshan who watched the battle watched the street intently, caring about the situation of the real master, and were shocked by the realm of kendo shown by Xilai.
When they found out that Xilai still had time to talk to Peng Lang, so relaxed and indifferent, their expressions could not help becoming extremely serious. Only Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were calm.
“Tens of thousands of years ago, the founding father of the Qingshan Sect encountered the sword of all things in Jianfeng, and then realized the true meaning of kendo, and only then has the Qingshan today.”
Xilai looked at Jing Jiu and said: “The first page of the Qingshan Swordsmanship contains the words “Everything is a sword”. It says that everything can be a sword. Did I make a mistake?”
Hearing these words, Madam Guangyuan thought of a certain possibility, and his face became extremely ugly.
Zhao Layue glanced at Ping Yongjia and thought of the words Jing Jiu had said to herself many years ago. Sometimes it is a monkey, sometimes it is a flower, sometimes it is a mushroom, sometimes it is a stone, of course. , Many times it is a sword.
One sword can transform everything.
Everything can be a sword.
The four words written on the first page of the swordsmanship by the founding ancestor of the Qingshan School are the true meaning of Qingshan Kendo.
Who would have thought that Xilai would have realized and mastered the true meaning of Qingshan Sect’s kendo!
Is this true?
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Jing Jiu and Xilai landed on the long street of Dayuan City, the sky was calm again, and the sea of clouds torn apart by the two sword lights gradually closed.
After the torn wound is scarred, it tends to become tougher, with obvious bulges, and so does the sea of clouds.
The thickening white cloud has a gloomy face, blocking the summer sun, bringing a hint of coolness and countless drops of rain to Ohara City.
The torrential rain fell without warning, on the bluestone slab, in the ruins, wet the dust into mud, and splashed into countless spots.
Everything can be a sword, and rain water connects into silk, which is the best source of sword intent.
Countless sword lights lit up around Jing Jiu’s body, and then disappeared.
The white clothes that had been cut through countless passages, were wet by rain, and fell a little bit weakly.
“Yes, this is indeed the sword of all things handed down by the ancestor.”
Jing Jiu’s voice floated from the rain and sword light.
Hearing these words, people no longer doubted, Peng Lang opened his mouth slightly, shocked and speechless.
Even Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui’s expressions have become extremely solemn.
Thousands of years ago, Nan Chi wanted to worship the real Tao Yuan of the Qingshan Sect as his teacher, but was tragically expelled. Only then will he have so many grievances.
Who would have thought that after a thousand years, his apprentice Xilai would have realized the supreme kendo of the Qingshan Sect by himself!
Deserving of a peerless genius in swordsmanship, the name of the sword **** Xihai deserves his name, and even the word Xihai should be removed now.
If Nan Xi knew about this, he would be extremely pleased.
If Xilai can completely defeat Jing Jiu with the true meaning of Qingshanzong’s kendo, it will be a perfect victory.
At this moment, the rain stopped suddenly.
It does not mean that the rain stopped here, but it meant that the rain stopped in place.
Even if it is a pouring rain, it is not really a scoop of water, but is made up of countless raindrops. Just look at the size of the raindrops and the number of raindrops to distinguish the rain.
Some raindrops are the size of soybeans, and some raindrops are deformed, like squashed golden leaves.
Some raindrops have just left the clouds, and some raindrops have fallen on the bluestone slab and are splitting into four petals.
Some raindrops swept across the tip of Peng Lang’s nose, and some raindrops had buried half of his body in the white silk.
All these raindrops stopped.
Stop where you are.
Or static.
The sword intent that floated from the raindrops and the cracks in the slabs also gradually disappeared~IndoMTL.com~because everything returned to stillness.
The sword light gradually faded, and then dissipated, like fireworks that were about to die.
“But that is not my sword.”
Jing Jiu walked out.
The fireworks are gone.
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(In the previous writing, a chapter is often divided into upper, middle and lower, and occasionally it will be repeated again and again, and it is rare in the avenue, because the ability to choose chapter names has been strengthened, and the story has always been I deliberately walked on a peaceful road, and tried my best to save pen and ink, so there will be no particularly large battle plots. The battle between Jing Jiu and Xilai is also very simple, but after all, it is the official name of the chapter of the sword of all things. , Must be divided into upper and lower. Speaking of last month to today, the daily average is guaranteed to be more than 3,000. I was ridiculed at that time. Is this a lot? For a forty-two-year-old middle-aged man, it’s really a lot. , Luckily it’s done.)