In the back mountain of Guiyuan Sword Sect, there is Lingfeng Valley.
The sky was covered with dense clouds, and the mountains were covered with snow. Snowflakes were whistling and flying all over the sky, pulling up a white curtain that covered the sky and the sun. The whole world was chaotic and pale, blending into one in the blizzard.
The cold wind was mixed with the sharp sword intent, which continuously cut into the protective aura around Jiang Yuebai's body, making a strange hissing sound and chilling the bones.
Her vision could not penetrate the blizzard in front of her, there was only a vast expanse of white. If her spiritual consciousness leaked out, it would be immediately shattered by the cold wind.
The voice was swallowed up by the strong wind, and Jiang Yuebai transmitted the message to Zhuo Qingfeng in the wind and snow.
"Is Lingfeng Valley ahead? Is this wind and snow all caused by sword intent?"
Compared to Jiang Yuebai, who needed to use all his strength to circulate his protective qi to resist, Zhuo Qingfeng was not affected.
All the wind and snow approaching him will change direction under the influence of his sword heart and just avoid him.
He stood in the snowstorm, his black hair not blowing, his sleeves not flying, and he looked calm and composed.
Zhuo Qingfeng explained in a voice transmission, "Lingfeng Valley is the sword domain that was eventually transformed from the broken sword of Master Zhufeng Sword after absorbing various sword intentions and sword energy over the years. It only covers the valley in the back mountain. As long as the spiritual energy lasts, the sword domain will not disappear."
"As long as our sect's disciples reach the foundation-building stage, they can practice in the vicinity of Lingfeng Valley. The sword domain will show different appearances according to the different sword techniques practiced by those disciples. I am currently practicing the "Returning Wind and Snow Sword" of the Wind-Chasing Sword Master, so Lingfeng Valley is in its current state."
Jiang Yuebai understood that this sword domain was the same as her Zhulong domain. There were spirits in it that could change the state of the domain according to the situation.
"Wait a moment."
Zhuo Qingfeng put his fingers together and a green sword rushed out from behind him. The sword flew across the sky, and sword energy was everywhere. In an instant, it turned into a green aura, as red as the aurora, surrounding the two of them like a gentle breeze.
The pressure on Jiang Yuebai suddenly eased, and the buzzing sound of the storm in his ears also weakened a lot.
"I have been in and out of Lingfeng Valley many times. Jianyu recognizes me. Follow me."
Zhuo Qingfeng took the lead and walked into the valley, with Jiang Yuebai following closely behind him.
After entering the valley, all they saw was still heavy snow, but the swirling wind would suddenly transform into a ferocious monster, roaring at them.
Zhuo Qingfeng swung his hand casually, and a green sword light broke through the air and hit the sword monster's weak spot accurately, defeating it, and a broken sword fell out of it.
All the sword monsters I encountered later were like this. Occasionally, something would be dropped, either a broken sword, some fragments of a broken sword, or a scabbard, stone carving, or something like that.
They also encountered several disciples from Guiyuan Sword Sect who were undergoing trials. They were surrounded and blocked by the creatures transformed by sword intent, and a fierce battle ensued.
Zhuo Qingfeng took a look from a distance, then took Jiang Yuebai away and did not disturb those disciples who were undergoing the trial.
They went deeper and deeper without Jiang Yuebai having to take any action. Everything here was no pressure at all for Zhuo Qingfeng.
Jiang Yuebai could see that Zhuo Qingfeng must have experienced a lot of battles over the years, and his moves were effortless and free, and he already had the momentum of a strong man, completely different from the impulsive and reckless man he was back then.
I just wonder if he has any chance of winning if he fights her with all his strength now
Jian Yu recognized Zhuo Qingfeng, and the two of them reached the depths of Lingfeng Valley smoothly without any danger or setbacks.
A thatched house standing at the foot of the mountain came into view, half buried in the snow, ordinary and nothing special.
Zhuo Qingfeng walked to the hut and pushed the door open.
Zheng—
A faint sound of sword rang out, and the wooden door of the thatched cottage shook slightly, snow foam flew, and after a pause, it creaked open.
It was a broken sword, a half-opened scroll, and a lotus lantern.
Jiang Yuebai's attention was first attracted to the lotus lantern, because the lotus platform above the lamp looked very much like her natal spiritual weapon, the Five Elements Lotus Platform.
Could it be that Lu Xingyun had lived here before
Zhuo Qingfeng stepped aside half a step, and Jiang Yuebai walked up to it and glanced at the rusty blue-black broken sword. The casting method of the broken sword was very strange, a style that Jiang Yuebai had never seen before.
Could it be that it was also forged by Lu Xingyun
Jiang Yuebai turned his gaze to the half-open scroll beside him. In the scroll was a woman in blue, drunkenly lying on the top of a mountain, drinking alone under the moon. She looked unrestrained and free, with an air of being able to laugh at the world.
“I’ve seen this painting.”
The first time she saw this painting was in Li Jiuchuan’s study in Wanfa Hall. This painting is also the only portrait of Lu Xingyun that has been passed down.
But the painting that Master had was obviously not the original one, so it is very likely that this one is the one.
Jiang Yuebai carefully extended his spiritual sense and turned the scroll to the bottom.
In the scroll, there was a man at the foot of the mountain. He was as tall as a green pine tree, holding a sword and looking up at the green-clothed female cultivator on the top of the mountain.
"Is this the Wind-Chasing Sword Master?" Jiang Yuebai moved closer. Judging from the ink marks, this man was added later and was not painted at the same time as the painting.
Zhuo Qingfeng nodded, "That's right."
Jiang Yuebai frowned, "What kind of person is Wind Chaser Sword Master...? Is he like you?"
Zhuo Qingfeng also frowned, "I didn't know it clearly at first, but after reading some of Jian Jun's memories in the Broken Sword, I found that when Jian Jun was young... Looking at all the people I know, he looks most like Xie Jingshan."
"ah?"
Jiang Yuebai was surprised and felt it was unbelievable, because her preconceived impression of Zhufeng Sword Master was that Zhuo Qingfeng was a serious and elegant person.
Zhuo Qingfeng sighed, "Rumor has it that Sword Master Zhufeng changed his Taoist name to Zhuyun, saying that he wanted to be Lu Xingyun's servant. If I were like that, how could I change my Taoist name so easily? Taoist names are all given by teachers. Such behavior is too disrespectful to teachers."
Jiang Yuebai nodded, "If you say so, then Xie Jingshan does look like someone who could do such a thing, but you just said he was young, could it be that Wind Chaser Sword Master was different later?"
"Well, ever since he was injured by Lu Xingyun and his sword was broken, the Sword Master has changed completely. He has become taciturn and focused on practicing swordsmanship. Only then was he able to slowly catch up with Lu Xingyun and become a hero of the same era as her."
"Sword Lord's memories of Lu Xingyun are all sealed in this broken sword. Although I have seen it, I cannot reveal it. If you want to know, you can probe your consciousness into it and see for yourself."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuebai hesitated a little, fearing that there was something wrong with the sword, which would affect her character after she saw it.
But she was already here, and she had to look at it. She asked Zhuo Qingfeng to explain it to her, but Zhuo Qingfeng couldn't tell her.
Maybe this is also some kind of protection mechanism on the sword, which can be seen but not said.
After thinking it over, Jiang Yuebai still probed her spiritual consciousness into the broken sword. In an instant, the world spun around and her consciousness fell into darkness.
Two voices seemed to be there and not there, coming from a very far distance, and the strong light pierced into Jiang Yuebai's eyes, making it difficult for him to see his surroundings clearly.
But the female voice, although immature, had the same lazy tone as Lu Xingyun!
I fell asleep at noon, and had some writer's block in the afternoon, so it's even later. I'm really sorry...
(End of this chapter)