It has to be said that although Jian Zexian was the martial arts leader of the previous generation, it does not mean that he is a good teacher.
He simply demonstrated a few times without further explanation, and only said something ambiguous like "You must concentrate all your strength in one sword..." As for how to gather all the strength in one move, he did not elaborate.
"We are pressed for time, so I won't go into details. That old man Qingzhuo won't give us much time."
"How is it, have you learned it?" Jian Zexian said casually.
This is learning in vain...Qiaomu complained in his heart, this is just like someone just threw you an English dictionary of several hundred pages, and then turned around and asked you if you have memorized it. If you have memorized it, you have to hurry up and take the CET-6 examination.
What else could Qiao Mu do? He could only answer honestly:
"That's it? It's such a simple thing, do we still need to learn it? Can't we understand it at a glance?"
"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it. I didn't expect you to learn it right away. Anyway, I will learn it later------hmm?" Jian Zexian looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously.
"What did you say?"
He didn't believe it at first and asked Qiumu to try to demonstrate it.
Qiao Mu didn't say much, but just held the sword in one hand, his mind gradually focused, and his eyes became as sharp as a sword.
The so-called drawing the sword is just a move. The sword-drawing technique emphasizes spirit rather than intention, so it doesn’t really matter whether it is a sword-drawing action or not. The essence lies in how to accumulate momentum and how to exert all your strength in one move.
"Enough." Jian Zexian waved his hand to stop Qiao Mu from really striking with the sword.
He has already seen that although Qiao Mu's mastery of the "Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique" cannot be said to have fully understood the secret, he is relatively proficient in the "Kill Me" technique.
Jian Zexian's eyes dazed for a moment.
But he knew his own strengths and weaknesses, and the level of martial arts he taught was very ordinary. Over the years, the only one who could master the "Heaven-Sword Art" was his brother Lu Yanbei, who lived with him day and night and had a close rapport with him.
In this world, is there anyone who pretends to have talent in swordsmanship in front of him, the Exiled Sword Immortal
Damn it, he actually pretended to be like that
"Without any actual combat experience, it's already pretty good that you've been able to perform the 'Heaven-Slashing Sword Art' to this point. Perhaps your aptitude is only inferior to that of my Sword Exiled Immortal." Sword Exiled Immortal was not stingy with his praise:
"However, there are many good horses, but few good horse trainers. I am the only one who can recognize talent and find a glimmer of hope before the elders of the Immortal Sect arrive."
Although he was praising himself implicitly, Jian Zexian did look quite happy.
Obviously, he was surprised that Qiumu could master it so quickly.
This is a good thing for the current situation.
"Well, let's stop here for sword practice." Sword Exiled Immortal said:
"Third brother, you also know that once the internal energy is over-consumed, it takes time to rest and recuperate if you want to recover."
Qiao Mu: "Ah, yes, yes."
He really had no idea how long it would take to recover after his internal energy was exhausted.
After all, every time his internal energy was exhausted, he would either fight to the death and then be resurrected in full health.
Either they escape death by luck, but because the Heavenly Demon disintegrates, all the meridians in their bodies are severed and their internal strength cannot be restored at all.
Jian Zexian said: "So actually after killing those two hundred bean generals, my internal energy was depleted, and I haven't fully recovered yet."
He held the stone sword in his hand, his eyes deep.
In old age, Qi and blood decline, and internal strength is insufficient... As a human being, he is actually not in good shape, not as good as he was in his prime thirty or forty years ago.
Although his strength and power were insufficient, his swordsmanship skills and the intensity of his "spirit" were no less than before.
Even because he witnessed his brother Lu Yanbei almost die, he also saw clearly the confusion and expectations in his heart, so he took action today, thirty years later.
His "God" has reached a higher level than before, so there is a day when he can hold the sword again.
But that’s not enough.
His sword can kill people, but it is not enough to kill immortals.
"Mortals' swords are not sharp enough." He suddenly said, looking at the stone sword in his hand.
Qiao Mu didn't understand what was going on, so he just frowned and urged:
"Stop talking nonsense. How exactly do you plan to kill me?"
"It's not that I want to kill you..." Jian Zexian looked at Qiao Mu, his usually cold eyes now seemed a little deep.
Although he considered Qiao Ruisen his third brother, it was still their first meeting after all.
His impression of Qiao Ruosen actually dates back to the Qiao family member who first taught him the Iron Crotch Kung Fu after he had been hanging out with him for more than a month.
Having been in the isolated city for thirty years, he has been watching the fire from the other side of the river, watching the old soldiers in the city gradually die.
He could not understand the sacrifices of others because he was so strong that the fire of the hundred-mile desert could not burn him. Even if the whole city was wiped out, he could still stay safe.
It was only when Lu Yanbei was about to die that he was pulled from the other side to this side.
On this side of the river, the Qiao family is undoubtedly one of the most dazzling figures in the isolated city.
"The enemy is strong and I am weak. If we want to win, your life alone is not enough." Jian Zexian said calmly:
"And I have wasted thirty years of my life, and I will have to pay the price."
The Exiled Sword Immortal suddenly turned the tip of his sword upside down, and in the midst of everyone's astonished and doubtful gazes, he raised the stone sword in his hand and stabbed it into his own chest and abdomen.
This was not suicide. There was no blood flowing from the wound, only a faint light flowing.
It would be more accurate to say that the stone sword was merging with his body rather than piercing it, gradually becoming one with it in the flow of light.
Before everyone could react, Jian Zexian's body had already dried up and decayed, but the stone sword that was inserted into his chest and abdomen was emitting a faint light and was quietly suspended in the air.
"My mortal body turns into a sword." The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the voice of Jian Zexian rang in the ears of Qiao Mu and others:
"Now the sword is me, and I am the sword."
"When that old thing Qingzhuo arrives, I will guide you to perform the true Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique and seek a glimmer of hope for survival."
As a human being, he was no match for Taoist Qingzhuo. This was true thirty years ago, and it was even more so thirty years later.
So if you want to win, you naturally have to seek change, which requires extraordinary means and extraordinary methods.
And this is the answer of Jian Zexian.
Qiao Mu and others were surprised. No one had ever thought that Jian Zexian would have such means. What was even more surprising was that he would actually make such a choice.
The body of Jian Zexian was dry and decayed at this moment, and had lost its color. At first glance, it looked like it had turned into a pale stone statue.
Instead, this stone sword emitted a faint glow, and a human voice was heard, floating in the air by itself, like a living thing.
"A mortal's sword cannot kill an immortal." The voice of the exiled immortal in the stone sword was still calm:
"I am a sword immortal banished from the human world. Now that I have transformed my mortal body into a sword, it is naturally incomparable to any mortal sword."
"Today I am a sword, I will slay the immortals!"
"How did you..." Captain Hai frowned. It was difficult for him to connect the stone sword in front of him with the stone statue of the exiled swordsman who was trapped in the Taoist temple all day long.
"What I hate most in my life is being self-satisfied." The stone sword in the air seemed to sense something and turned its blade towards Captain Hai:
"Don't try to guess my thoughts, don't flatter me, don't disgust me, let him enter the Stone City."
The old man in the armory was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and waved, allowing Captain Hai and other old soldiers to enter the stone city in his palm.
The Taoist temple courtyard, which had been crowded just now, suddenly became empty. The entire city was also empty, with only the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind.
"Jian Zexian, how confident are you now?" Qiao Mu asked again.
Jian Zexian did not answer, but asked:
"Third brother, have you heard of 'Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains'?"
"In the story of the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountain, the old man's descendants continued to grow, but the mountain did not grow any larger. So the old man thought that after countless years, he would be able to move the mountain with all the strength of a mortal."
"It's just that our enemy is not the mountain."
"Kill one who is in line with the Way, and here comes another who is against the Way; kill one who is against the Way, and now the clear and turbid are coming again."
"Over the past forty years, the number of old soldiers in the city has been decreasing, and they are getting older and older, but the cultivators from the nine major immortal sects are almost endless. If you kill them, they will come back again..."
"Even if we can kill that old thing Qingzhuo, what will happen next?"
"If the elders of the nine major sects died at the hands of mortals, it would alarm the other elders and even the headmaster of the sect, right?"
"What do you want to say?" Qiao Mu was puzzled. Perhaps it was because Jian Zexian felt that his death was imminent, he became more talkative than usual.
"Faced with this mountain that continues to grow taller, how confident am I?" Jian Zexian asked back.
The answer is self-evident.
But not every question requires an answer.
"It's time to set off." Qiao Mu glanced at the old man in the armory, who immediately understood and set off with Qiao Xiaoming, taking the demon cat Wuchang with them, and escaped into the wind and sand outside the city.
Dozens of stone statues of women took stiff steps and walked into the streets one by one. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the streets and alleys, spreading far away in the empty city.
Qiao Mu stood on the city gate tower, watching another self gradually go away.
After all, there was only one man and one sword left in this lonely city, and no other human voices.
They are waiting.
The moment Taoist Qingzhuo arrives, regardless of success or failure, that moment will be the end of forty years of blood and tears for this isolated city.
"Jian Zexian, you seem to have a good understanding of the immortal gates. Can you tell me where these nine immortal gates came from?" Qiao Mu asked casually during the boring wait.
"Nine major sects. That old man Qingzhuo wanted to persuade me to convert to the sect, so I heard some things from him..." Jianzhexian seemed to know that he didn't have much time left, and he was particularly talkative at the moment:
"These nine great immortal sects naturally did not spring out of nowhere."
"The immortal path has existed since ancient times, and so have the immortal sects. It's just that the immortal sects in the past avoided the world and disdained to interfere in human affairs."
"Of course, the so-called disdain to interfere in human affairs is just that they are not like the present dynasty that directly intervenes in politics and oppresses Da Yan. In the past, there were also human disasters caused by aliens in various parts of Kyushu, but they were less frequent."
"The immortal monks fought against each other, bringing disaster to the cities, towns and villages of mortals, and the demon monks sacrificed the blood of civilians to refine magic weapons... This has been happening since ancient times."
“But later I heard that the world had changed drastically and the spiritual energy was declining, so it became a little different.”
"In the past, immortal monks relied on their status and did not interfere in worldly affairs." Jianzhexian teased:
"But now the environment is getting chaotic and everyone is eating from the same bowl, so why should we care about how we eat?"
In the past, the immortal monks had high vision and really looked down upon the resources of mortals.
After all, there is a big gap between immortals and mortals. The spiritual energy and spiritual stone resources needed for immortal practitioners to practice are naturally massive, which are difficult for mortal dynasties to supply.
But things were different later.
"Since the Qingmu Immortal refined the incense talisman, the nine major immortal sects also mastered it. They gradually appeared in the world, established their own deities, and set up Taoist temples."
"The immortal cultivators who practice according to the ancient methods are naturally no match for the cultivators who use incense to assist in their practice. Now among the nine major immortal sects, incense practice has become the mainstream."
"But even with the help of incense, the cultivation of immortal monks should not be as good as in ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant..."
"So, not only is the martial arts changing, the immortal way is also changing. Incense and divine talismans are their current magic..."
"The up-and-coming ones will replace the former ones. This is the change that should occur in the times." Jian Zexian's voice gradually became low.
He was a predecessor in martial arts, but in front of Taoist Qingzhuo, he became a latecomer.
I just don’t know who will eliminate whom today.
... .
A ray of rainbow light shuttled through the clouds. Taoist Qingzhuo was holding a jade slip for communication in his hand, sending a message through the air.
"Today, because of the matter of the exiled sword immortal, I delayed my work and missed the important event of the King of Qin granting territory..."
"If the fairyland on earth is established, we should also hide behind the scenes and let the King of Qin take care of the fate of the world... This matter is related to the foundation of the fairy sect, and it is indeed a great achievement..."
It was a pity that he had to come.
It was he who imprisoned the exiled immortal Jian Ze in the vast desert, so naturally it was up to him to take care of his affairs now.
As he pondered, he swooped down from the clouds and turned into a rainbow of light.
The setting sun melts gold, the setting sun is like blood.
The setting sun condensed above the sky like a huge blood clot, and half of the sky was a dull red.
The old people in the lonely city left in a hurry. There was still smoke rising from some houses, but the whole city was empty at that time, and the smoke made the city seem even more lonely.
A solitary smoke rises straight up in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
Qiao Mu sat alone on the city gate tower, with a sword leaning against the old and mottled wall behind him. He became the last defender of the city.