"Old Shi, tell me! What's so good about this?"
"You don't know something. I feel some rudiments of the sword's will in this spiritual blade. It seems that you also have your own understanding of the sword!"
"Swordsmanship, understanding?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyun immediately scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed.
In fact, what he is best at is guerrilla warfare and sneak attacks, which is why he subconsciously condenses the sword light to the point of being as thin as a hair.
If conspiracy, deceit, and trickery can be regarded as understanding the way of the sword, then he really has to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, and he has no shame to see his father who has eternal majesty under the nine springs.
"Maybe you can use this spiritual blade to create your own set of exercises, and maybe you can eventually establish a sect and become a grandmaster!"
Lao Shitou became a blockbuster.
"Ah? Grandmaster? No, no, no, no, Mr. Shi, please stop slandering me. Boy, you still don't know how much I weigh? And I don't want to be famous. Only by keeping quiet can I make a fortune!"
Qingyun's head shook like a rattle, and Old Shitou was so angry that he scolded him for not having great ambitions, saying he was wasting his great talent, and such unnutritious criticism.
In the end, the young master used unskilled techniques to transform this hair-thin spiritual blade into an extremely delicate and thin sword, whose appearance was somewhat similar to his original hairpin sword.
"Green trees grow ancient roads, green clouds and Luoshui Bridge. Old friends are always in our eyes. It's hard to recover our souls when they are gone. Let's call them Luo Yun, Luo Yun Jianmang."
He subconsciously thought of his deceased eldest sister, and couldn't help feeling sad, so he turned his spiritual blade into the shape of the hairpin that had passed away with her.
"Luo Yun? Yes."
Looking at the young master's declining appearance, Lao Shitou gradually fell silent, as if he had thought of something.
The silence between the two made Qingyun start to think wildly. Looking at Old Shitou's majestic face with square eyes, he suddenly murmured in his heart:
"The origin of this old stone is mysterious. Although his cultivation in the Concentration Realm is strong, he has just started among high-level monks. But he not only cultivates his spiritual consciousness, but he can also feel the sword's intention. What's going on?"
Thinking of this, Qingyun's expression remained unchanged and he asked lightly:
"By the way, Mr. Shi, I heard that the mysterious artistic conception can only be understood by the monks in the spirit-returning realm? How could I have it?"
Hearing this, he seemed to quickly pull away his emotions from his memory and said briefly:
"No, sword intention and artistic conception are two different concepts. The former is a manifestation of your intuitive understanding of the sword, while the latter is more obscure and elusive."
"Oh? Mr. Shi, maybe he can clear up the confusion?"
Old Shitou didn't take it seriously and said bluntly:
"Well, for example, the sword intention is a manifestation of the understanding of the sword, then you can understand the artistic conception as a projection of your own life trajectory."
"ah?"
What Lao Shitou said seemed to remain unsaid, which made Qingyun confused and at the same time seemed to have some clues.
"Your past shows your future, and the future is just a reappearance of the past. After understanding everything in this world and even your sword intention, what you finally realize is the artistic conception."
"Gotou?"
Qingyun tilted his head, chewing on these two words for a while as if he didn't understand them, then he spread his hands and shook his head, mockingly:
"Anyway, I'm still young and can't understand it clearly. But if I really understand it, what's the meaning of life?"
"You kid, why do you always have trouble with me? You are the one who holds the secret of artistic conception..."
Old Shitou stopped abruptly mid-sentence, then avoided the topic in a very abrupt and jerky way, and instead said:
"Come, try the power of Luo Yun's sword light."
Upon seeing this, Qingyun's eyes flashed with light, and without rushing to ask, the red spirit blade broke out of his body and transformed, and then he and Lao Shitou began a tense and fierce exchange of moves.
A few days later, the old man and the young man slowly walked on the official road again.
Except for the first few trials, Luo Yun Jianmang has been like a meandering fish in the next few days, swimming happily beside the half piece of bright jade ice in the dantian, enjoying the warmth of the blue clouds together.
As he expected, although Old Shitou was full of praise for the concept of the spirit blade and the prototype of the sword, its power was really unsatisfactory.
"If I use the skill I had at Yiren Mountain, Luo Yun's sword light should not be able to block my blow. Of course, this red light is extremely fast, highly concealed, and has excellent spirituality. Instead of using it to face the enemy head-on, it is better The help is of great value.”
Lao Shitou's words were very subtle, but the young master had to admit that Luo Yun's sword light could only be used for sneak attacks, and his sword intention could be summed up in eight bright characters:
"Conspiracy, deceit, and secret tricks!"
"Hey, let's warm it up slowly. Maybe one day it will be as sharp as Bai Zhizheng's sun-piercing sword!"
The young man lamented against his will.
When walking on the official road, the two of them would inevitably encounter disaster victims. Compared with what Qingyun saw and heard more than ten years ago, the number of disaster victims seemed to be slightly reduced this time.
According to Lao Shitou, it was because the internal fighting in Qingxu Tian was under control, so the lives of mortals would become stable. However, what he said was met with a sneer from Qingyun:
"You, old Qiyuan City, are different. I don't think that our south has been depopulated many years ago. Of course, there are fewer and fewer refugees."
There were few mortals, and naturally there were few monks. Along the way, the two men only met a casual cultivator from the Hundred Meridians Realm and a disciple from the Mingling Yin Realm, and they also hurried in the direction of Qianzhong City.
When the master and apprentice saw that Qingyun was a monk in the Yuanhua Realm, and the other middle-aged man didn't seem to be easy to mess with, he ran away like a mouse after seeing a cat, leaving the young master speechless for a while.
Old Shitou thought about it, raised his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice:
"You two stay here."
Both the master and the apprentice looked young. Facing the senior monks, they didn't dare to breathe, so they quickly bent down and clasped their fists.
"I've met two seniors."
Qingyun also returned the gift very politely, while Lao Shitou asked straight to the point:
"Looking at the two of you walking in a hurry, you also have the blood of the demon clan in your body, but you came back from Shiwan Mountain?"
"Exactly."
Although the young master and the young master were dressed in very ordinary clothes, which at first glance would remind people of casual cultivators, their powerful aura made the master and apprentice dare not hide it, and they nodded hurriedly.
"What's the situation ahead?"
Old Shitou continued to ask.
"I wonder what senior is asking about?"
"Are you going to respond to Qingxutian's call or go on your own?"
"Senior, it's none of them."
Hearing this, Lao Shitou suddenly looked puzzled and blurted out:
"Oh? What's going on?"
Qingyun knew very little about these, so he couldn't help but be curious.
"We went to deliver supplies to the outskirts at the request of Senior Wang Qingquan, the monk stationed in Qianzhong City."
"Transporting supplies? Why, the supplies ahead are cut off?"
The Hundred Meridians Realm monk immediately showed a wry smile, shook his head and said:
"Broken? It's never happened before, so what's the point of talking about it?"
Hearing these words, Lao Shitou's face immediately darkened:
"Maybe elaborate?"
"Hey, senior, I'm afraid he is from out of town, right? Our Qianzhong City is already one of the few towns in southern Liangzhou that is willing to accept the victims of the disaster, and it can even be said that there are still people living in it. In the past hundred years, there have probably been more than a dozen places The city is empty when I leave."
"Um."
With a gentle hum, Old Shitou quietly waited for the next words from the Hundred Meridians Realm cultivator.
"We don't know, and we don't want to know why Qingxu Tian insists on fighting the demon clan, but its internal fighting is known to the world. Not to mention Qianzhong City, even some towns near the central part, they are short of supplies."
"This probably has nothing to do with the front. As far as I know, supplies for the battle should be provided directly."
"Senior said yes, but he didn't know something."
"Please help me clear up my doubts."
"I don't dare. Except for our own monks, the supplies for the summoned monks are also provided by Qingxu Tian. But let's not talk about the layers of stripping. The supplies distributed to other sects alone are a huge amount, let alone some. Not only will the towns not receive supplies, but they will also have to provide money and water to the superiors, otherwise they will be transferred to the front line. If they are stationed in an empty city and become a bare commander, they will die without knowing how."
After hearing this, Qingyun could see that Lao Shitou's face began to look increasingly ugly.
"It's not all Yun Youya's fault!"
At this point, the silent Ling Yinjing disciple suddenly shouted angrily, scaring his master half to death. He quickly covered his mouth, but could not suppress his voice.
"Master! Why don't you let me tell you? If Yun Youya hadn't insisted on starting a war with the demon clan, our place would have become the most prosperous place in Liangzhou! Look at Jingzhou, which is also bordering the demon clan. Although there are occasional Friction, but more and more prosperity, look at us again!"
"Stop talking about you! Are you feeling itchy?"
This Hundred Meridians Realm cultivator almost cried.
"Seniors, please forgive me. I'm still young and can't hold back my words. Please don't blame me."
Qingyun quickly waved his hand, indicating that the two of them were fine.
"He's right."
Old Shitou took a long breath and then said:
"But the aliens have been burning, killing and looting in Liangzhou all year round, causing the life here to be devastated. If we don't do something, wouldn't it be..."
At this point, he seemed to be at a loss for words and didn't know how to continue. The monk in the Hundred Meridians Realm also smiled bitterly and asked:
"It seems that the senior is a disciple of Qingxutian, right?"
"No, it's not."
Old Shitou shook his head.
"Haha, then you will know when you go to the front line and take a look."
"Oh? What?"
"Senior, after you go there, you will probably know who is burning, killing and looting."
At this time, Qingyun, who had been silent, said:
"Old Shi, I also heard Alian say that the demon cultivator's fur, inner elixir, etc. are excellent things for us to refine medicine and weapons. They are more valuable than the output of alien beasts, so the products of Shiwandashan On the border, whenever human monks pass by, their homes will be scorched with thousands of miles of scorched earth, and no bones will remain. The monks of Qingxu Tian may be able to restrain themselves, but other people who are fighting against the autumn wind do not have that much self-control."
"Restraint? Ridiculous!"
The little monk who was still in the Spiritual Enlightenment realm sarcastically said loudly.
"That's obviously connivance! If not for Yun Youya's insistence on going to war with the demon clan, and the internal fight between him and Qin Chengtian that caused Qingxutian to lose control, our Liangzhou should still be the most fertile land in the world!"
The young monk seemed to be still angry after speaking, and seemed to have some complaints against his master. He continued to say loudly:
"Restraint. Have you ever killed someone in their home and then said you have restrained yourself?"
"shut up!"
In anger, the Master of the Hundred Meridians Realm slapped his apprentice in the face, but Old Shitou reached out to stop him.
