Jianchou had a rough idea of his own strength.
But she had seen Wang Que take action in the dungeon of the Night Ship before. The sword he struck when he was sober and in such a critical moment was amazing enough.
Wang Que is the fourth disciple of Zhenren Hengxu.
The current number one on the Fourth Heaven Monument is the number one in the Nascent Soul Stage, just like when Qu Zhengfeng was still at this level.
As early as the day they first met, Jianchou had the idea of testing his strength. Now that the thorny matter of the Silver Tower has been resolved, if he returns directly to the Central Region and Yashan, he is afraid that he will not find the opportunity to "learn from each other".
So her plan was very clear: to fight before leaving the star sea.
Bai Yin said that he met Wang Que on the road and saw him walking towards the southeast.
She casually drew a direction in her mind and knew where the other party's destination was - they had met at the Tiandi Nilu Inn in the southeast of Shattered Immortal City, and she was afraid that Wang Que was going back there.
In addition, Bai Yin saw him coming down from the restaurant, so he should still have some leisure time and was not in a hurry to leave.
so…
Jianchou stared at the Human Emperor Sword in his hand for a moment, then smiled slightly. He was not in a hurry. He just put away the sword, sat cross-legged in the house, and calmed his mind and breath.
Every battle will bring her new gains.
Although the battle at the Silver Tower had already passed, Jianchou's inner understanding was gradually deepening. She was calculating in her mind the various battles that day, from being a spectator to her opponent...
Before I knew it, the long night had passed and the sky was already bright.
The end of Yin hour.
Jianchou opened his eyes again, slowly exhaled a breath, then stood up, pushed open the door, and walked along the crisscrossing corridors straight to the outside of Jiexing Villa.
It was a dark morning with heavy fog.
After all, Jiexing Villa was built on a mountain by the river. The cool moisture in the autumn was splashed up by the rushing river, flew up the mountain, and enveloped the villa.
For a moment, pavilions, towers, flowers, trees and rockery were all hazy and vague.
Seeing Chou walking there, I felt like I was in a dreamland.
She didn't want to say goodbye to Qu Zhengfeng. After a while, Bai Yin would go to say goodbye and explain her situation. It didn't matter whether she went or not.
At this moment, all she was thinking about was the battle that would take place in a moment.
After leaving the villa, he turned into a stream of light and headed towards the Tiandi Nilu Inn in Shattered Immortal City. Jiexing Villa was left behind almost instantly.
At the foot of Jianchou was the mountain range covered with dense forests, and the sound of waves could be faintly heard in the front.
It is the Lan River.
She knew that she would soon reach her destination by following the rushing river. However, when she heard the sound of the waves, she suddenly felt a strange palpitation in her heart, which slowed her down.
"Hua La La..."
Sound of waves.
But is it just the sound of the waves? No, it is not.
It does not have the usual noisy chaos of the river, but instead reveals a subtle rhythmic beauty, like a skilled musician plucking the strings of a zither at will, creating a natural sound of the mighty river.
In harmony with nature and close to one's heart.
The white fog covered most of the river surface and blurred the old and elegant outline of the Snow Drinking Pavilion in the middle of the river.
Jianchou slowly approached.
With this stone pavilion as the center, the surrounding river water is flowing and the fog on all sides is rolling as if it has life.
Through the thick fog, she could vaguely see a figure in the pavilion.
The figure swinging a sword.
The sword was just an ordinary iron sword, held in the slender palm, gently turning around the body, in the mist.
When the sword is raised, it is like a dragon leaping out of the water, with a swift and resolute manner; when the sword moves, it is like a startled wild goose leaving a shadow, but like a light feather, it leaves no sound or trace; when the sword falls, it is like hundreds of rivers flowing eastward into the sea, thousands of torrents converging into one stream, clearly extremely powerful, but without revealing any sound or color...
This is…
The sword of the Sword Emperor.
Seeing Chou's figure, he couldn't help but stop.
Although she knew that Qu Zhengfeng was only practicing sword skills in the Yinxue Pavilion and certainly did not use the moves he usually used against the enemies, and what she saw before her were just some basic sword techniques of chopping, stabbing and stabbing, she could not take her eyes off it.
Not everyone can practice sword skills in such a natural and pleasing way.
It was clear that not a single bit of spiritual power was used, but whether it was the river water surrounding the Yinxue Pavilion or the thick fog on the river, they were all attracted by the sword's force and began to spin and rush along with it.
What a terrifying achievement this is
Even though Jianchou didn't know much about swords, he could still see the ins and outs of this.
Everyone said that Qu Zhengfeng was called the "Sword Emperor" because he had the Yashan Sword, a magical weapon in his hand. However, based on what she had seen and her understanding of Qu Zhengfeng, this might not be entirely correct.
Just as Yixiantian does not recognize a cultivator with an incomplete soul, how could Yashan Sword be willing to recognize the sword of an ordinary lord
She didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
Qu Zhengfeng naturally felt that someone was coming, but his eyes were calm and the hand holding the sword showed no intention of stopping.
Spinning the body and wielding the sword, he carries the transformation of a dragon or a snake; drawing the sword and humming softly, there is the light of creation.
After a full half moment, he slowly put away his sword.
The wide dark black sleeves left a long shadow in the mist, but in the gradually brightening sky, it seemed too deep and heavy.
"Are you leaving?"
Seeing that the sorrowful man was still on the river bank, he took a step forward after hearing these words, and when he landed, he was already in the Yinxue Pavilion.
The figure that was previously blurry in the fog suddenly became clear as the distance got closer.
Qu Zhengfeng stood in front of the pavilion with his back to her. The river was flowing under his feet, but his eyes were looking at the prosperous Mingri Xinghai city in the distance on the other side of the river.
Jianchou said, "The message that should be passed on has been passed on. I have been away from Yashan for many years, and my fellow teachers and elders are worried about me, so it is inconvenient for me to stay for long. I was just passing by and happened to notice someone practicing swordsmanship by the river, so I stopped to take a look. I hope Your Majesty the Sword Emperor will not blame me."
His Majesty the Sword Emperor...
Qu Zhengfeng lowered his eyes and glanced at the ordinary sword in his hand. This was the sword that had just been sharpened yesterday, and it looked no different from the previous swords.
"Fellow Daoist Jianchou has been watching this for a long time. What do you think?"
"sword?"
Jianchou was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"I know nothing about this. But watching from the side, I feel that the sword moves are ordinary, but the sword force is extremely strong and can attract the surrounding energy to combine. I think the rumors outside that the Sword Emperor's sword has reached the highest level are true."
"You really don't know anything."
Any layman could have said something like this. Qu Zhengfeng couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. He looked back at her and shook his head.
"Yashan is a master swordsman. There are three essentials for a swordsman: sword style, sword energy, and sword intention. Style is the surface, energy is the inside, and intention is the spirit. Although you are a disciple of Yashan, you have never learned swordsmanship. You are unworthy of the title of 'senior sister'."
She wanted to learn it, too.
But the incompleteness of the soul invisibly limits many things.
Jianchou did not make any excuses for himself, but only said: "From what His Majesty the Sword Emperor said, it seems that you want to give me some advice?"
It is a pity that I have not learned sword.
But there are thousands of ways, but they all lead to the same destination. Whether it is a sword or an axe; whether it is a fist or a knife, in the end there is actually no difference.
Jianchou didn't care about a lot, but the question he asked didn't really have much kindness in it.
Qu Zhengfeng had already defected from Yashan, so to say all this now would be a bit like "meddling in other people's business". Jianchou was just reminding him.
He could hear it.
But, "What if I say that I do mean to give you some advice?"
The Lan River is full of waves in the early morning.
The aftermath of the Silver Building incident has not yet subsided, and Jianchou seems to be able to still smell the faint residual smell of blood floating in the mist.
Now, hearing Qu Zhengfeng's words that seemed true and false, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at him.
The simple word "guidance" only reminded her of the battle at the top of the sheath.
I still remember that they had planned to have a fight afterwards.
But because Qu Zhengfeng rebelled against Yashan, there was no chance to fight him. Seeing the difference in strength between the two, Jianchou did not think he had the strength to fight him.
Qu Zhengfeng must also understand this.
So the "guidance" he mentioned is worth pondering.
Jianchou smiled slowly, but she didn't care whether Qu Zhengfeng was joking or not. When someone handed her a ladder, how could she not climb up a little
"Oh? The Sword Emperor actually wants to give me some advice. That's a coincidence. In the past few days, Jianchou has had a question in his mind that is related to cultivation."
The smile on Jianchou's lips clearly carried a rare sense of cunning.
Qu Zhengfeng only asked for her advice because he felt hurt by Jianchou's previous words. However, he never expected that she would actually ask.
If it were someone else, he wouldn't want to pay any attention to them and would probably just turn around and leave.
But if this "senior sister"...
Qu Zhengfeng leaned over and looked at her. After a brief thought, he asked with great interest, "In the Silver Tower, you bluffed and tricked Liang Tingyu?"
"… "
Jianchou's pupils suddenly shrank, and after a long time, they slowly relaxed.
"As expected of His Majesty the Sword Emperor, you are very observant."
What she is suffering from now is nothing more than that.
"Drawing the sword, now I only have the form, but it is difficult to express the meaning. This is what I realized in the dungeon of the Night Ship when I was in a critical situation. But I have been trapped in it for several days and cannot find the way in."
When Jianchou fought against Liang Tingyu that day, Qu Zhengfeng was watching in the private room.
He actually knew all of Jianchou's abilities, from the Flipping Heaven Seal to the Human-Weapon Body Refining Seal, and then to the Dijiang Wind-Thunder Wing Seal.
The only unexpected thing was the move that was only half used.
Jianchou obviously doesn't know how to do this.
But it was able to scare Liang Tingyu into panic, so that he lost all his advantages and eventually died at the hands of Jianchou. It is easy to imagine how powerful it was.
Jianchou only knows how to start, but has difficulty continuing with the second half.
In the eyes of others, this is nothing more than bluffing, but in Qu Zhengfeng's eyes, everything is very unusual.
There are all laws in the world, one law is universal, and all laws are universal.
When the way of sword is cultivated to the extreme, other things can be learned by analogy.
Qu Zhengfeng bent down slightly and placed the ordinary iron sword in his hand against the rough stone pillar of the Yinxue Pavilion. Then he looked at the river in the distance and suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen a real sword being drawn?"
Draw the sword.
Everyone under Yashan drew their swords.
It can be said that since the day Jianchou entered the sect, he has been watching them "drawing swords" every day, and he himself is even one of them.
Therefore, she was no stranger to the word "draw the sword".
But as for the "drawing the sword" mentioned by Qu Zhengfeng, Jianchou didn't think she had seen it before, so she didn't say anything, let alone answer.
Qu Zhengfeng didn't mind either.
In other words, when he asked this question, he didn't actually mean for Jianchou to answer.
The ordinary sword used for sword practice has been put down.
Qu Zhengfeng simply stretched out his right hand towards the void filled with fog, and in an instant, a vortex as deep blue as the sea appeared!
"Hua La La..."
The sound of waves was loud, the waves rolling in the whirlpool were crystal white, and there was even a fishy and salty smell unique to the sea tide spreading in the air.
Qu Zhengfeng slowly clenched his palms.
What he was holding was sea water and waves, but as he slowly pulled his hand out, the endless sea water in the whirlpool gathered towards his palm and gradually took the shape of a long sword.
Dark blue.
Peaceful.
But it makes people feel a little hidden warmth.
What a strange feeling this is
At this moment, Jianchou was in the vortex of the Sea Light Sword. He felt that all the acupoints in his body were trembling under this breath. He couldn't help but want to get closer to it and submit to it!
All rivers flow east to the sea, when will they return west
This sword is undoubtedly the sword that made Qu Zhengfeng famous - Hai Guang.
It has clearly not been unsheathed yet, but the artistic conception of "the vast ocean lasts for a hundred years, and greatness comes from its tolerance" has already covered the area within a radius of ten miles in this instant!
The cool morning breeze died down.
The drifting mist stopped.
Even the majestic Lan River ahead disappeared at this moment!
There were no more ripples, no more billowing waves, no turbulence in the dark...
The whole world seemed to have been paused!
Everything in front of Jianchou's eyes was still, except Qu Zhengfeng and the Hai Guang Sword that Qu Zhengfeng was pulling out!
He drew his sword very slowly.
Every inch of the sword was formed by the condensation of the seawater in the vortex behind it. It was extremely magical and stunning. When the three-foot sword was completely pulled out, the whole world seemed to collapse!
The long river rolled back, the wind howled, the thick fog roared, and it covered the sky and the earth!
Jianchou was in the center of the storm, and the only thing in front of him was the sword that suddenly became clear, the Haiguang Sword! And, behind the thousands of sword beams, there was Qu Zhengfeng's eyes...
Sword is a weapon.
For those who practice sword, the sword is in their heart, the sword is the heart.
When a sword is in the sheath, it is hidden and cannot be used; however, when the sword is unsheathed, its sharpness is fully revealed!
"If you don't have the will to kill, don't draw your sword;"
"Don't draw your sword unless you are determined to die."
"Without a self-centered mind, the sword will not be drawn."
"Hide your true abilities, act accordingly; draw your sword with your mind set, your intention precedes the sword. Kill one person every ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles - this is how to draw the sword!"
It turns out that this is what it means to “draw the sword.”
Jianchou still had his eyes open, but he could not see anything. What he saw was what he thought. Sometimes it was Qu Zhengfeng's sword, and sometimes it was Fudaoshanren's "Sky River Sword Wave" in Kunwu.
Thousands of sword lights and shadows intertwined at this moment, breaking through the barrier that had been trapped in her heart.
Then, the whole world became bright and brilliant.
A great enlightenment shone in her mind and heart.
When people were in the Drinking Snow Pavilion, they saw the figure of Sorrow, standing still and silent.
This stop lasted for three full days.