The motherland was destroyed.
The body is like duckweed.
For the rest of my life, there is neither a way out nor a way back.
At that time, Swordsman Thirteen was sitting on the old land of his homeland, with the yellow sand blowing against his face and the strong wind blowing.
Deep down in his heart, he should be filled with regret, powerlessness, and regret that he couldn't get enough of what he wanted.
He wanted to seek revenge, and he was filled with resentment.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingxiao seemed to understand a little bit about the artistic conception of "Loulan Listening to the Wind".
He hurriedly sat down cross-legged and continued to visualize the situation of the owner of "Loulan Listening to the Wind".
The breath of the evil spirit dragon began to surge in his body. Chu Qingxiao's heart moved and he quickly activated the skills in "Loulan Listening to the Wind" to coordinate with the spiritual power in his body inspired by his thoughts.
The broken swords in the package behind him also began to tremble slightly.
Wave after wave of pure power surged out from the broken sword, entered Chu Qingxiao's body, and blended with the spirit dragon's breath in Chu Qingxiao's body.
The fusion of sword power and spiritual power is the first step in transforming into sword intent.
Chu Qingxiao's heart was filled with joy. After several days of hard work, he had gained nothing. On the contrary, when he thought of this, he suddenly became enlightened. Chu Qingxiao's heart was naturally extremely happy.
He began to try to condense his sword intent.
The power gushing out of the sword is constantly blending with the evil spirit dragon's breath.
Gradually, a black thing with bursts of bloody aura emerged from the blend of the two.
It's sword intent!
Such thoughts appeared in Chu Qingxiao's mind, and he was very excited, but the excitement only lasted for a moment, and his brows furrowed again.
The aura created by the blend of the two does not seem to be the true meaning of the sword.
In other words, it is more like something that is about to turn into sword intent, a semi-finished product of sword intent.
There is still something missing in order to completely turn it into sword intent.
But what is that thing?
Chu Qingxiao couldn't think clearly for a while.
He closed his eyes again and put himself in the same situation as Swordsman Thirteen...
He wants revenge...
No, it's not simple revenge. Otherwise, after killing the traitor, why would he drag his body thousands of miles to Tianxuan Mountain?
He also wants the world to remember that there once was a kingdom called Loulan in this world.
It was once rich, once beautiful, and had everything in the world.
But later, he was destroyed because others envied him for the beauty he had...
And he didn't have the ability to protect it before everything happened.
so……
Chu Qingxiao suddenly trembled, as if he thought of something.
Therefore, he sent this copy of "Loulan Listening to the Wind" to Tianxuan Mountain.
He gave it to future generations not only in the hope that future generations would remember Loulan, but also in the hope that those who would come after him would not make the same mistakes as him...
With this thought, Chu Qingxiao's body trembled again.
The next moment, the spiritual evil dragon's breath surged in his body, and the previously difficult-to-operate method became smooth and smooth with the understanding of his thoughts. The method began to operate, and his spiritual evil dragon's breath met the power gushing out of the sword. It turned into streaks of black and red sword intent, poured into the soul pillar in Chu Qingxiao's body, and attached to it. As a result, streaks of black and red aura attached to the soul pillar circulated endlessly.
"Loulan Listens to the Wind" was suddenly enlightened by Chu Qingxiao.
Thinking about it, people who practiced this method in the past were either stuck on the appearance of "Listening to the Wind in Loulan" and wanted to understand this method by relying on the word "Listening to the Wind". Little did they know that for Swordsman Thirteen, the wind in Loulan represents Zeng Jin’s Loulan.
And even if someone has figured this out, without Chu Qingxiao's experience similar to that of the former Swordsman Thirteen, he probably won't be able to understand that the other party left behind this method because he wanted to avoid repeating the same mistakes in the future. Therefore, for hundreds of years Come on, almost no one understands this method.
At this moment, the sword intention was completed, but Chu Qingxiao still frowned.
He could feel that although the sword intent surging in his body was powerful, it seemed to be somewhat different from the Loulan sword intent recorded in "Loulan Tingfeng Yi".
According to the book, Loulan's sword intention is famous for its speed and sharpness. By using the arrancar, the sword intention can be condensed to a point, thereby bursting out destructive power beyond the realm.
This is also the reason why his first-generation master was able to defeat several eighth-level masters with his seventh-level combat power.
But at this moment, Chu Qingxiao felt that the sword intent condensed in his body, although it also concealed powerful destructive power, seemed to have an extra violent aura. Chu Qingxiao didn't know whether this was due to the existence of the spiritual evil dragon's breath in his body. The change.
He couldn't think clearly about the joints, so he could only give up temporarily and just continue to concentrate on condensing the sword intention in his body.
Although he had already comprehended "Loulan Listening to the Wind", after all, he had just comprehended the operation of the method and was not familiar with it. Chu Qingxiao didn't know how long it took him to completely transform the sword intention——
This is of course not the limit of the amount of sword intent that he can condense in his body, and the sword intent in his body at this moment is not considered majestic.
In the future, if you want to continue to strengthen the sword intention in your body, you must continue to deepen your understanding of the sword. This has little to do with the strength of your cultivation.
There is a method in this world that completely abandons the pursuit of the realm of cultivation and concentrates on condensing the sword's intention. In a sense, the art of observing the sword and nourishing the intention is a variant of this method.
By the time Chu Qingxiao had completely condensed this method, the sky was getting brighter, and it seemed that it was already the early morning of the next day.
Seven consecutive days of practice made Chu Qingxiao a little tired.
But he didn't wash up and rest immediately, nor did he feel the changes in his body's strength.
He just stood up, walked out of the room, and came to the small courtyard. With a solemn expression, he faced the direction of Kamigawa Peak and bowed his hands.
"Senior, junior Chu Qingxiao was lucky enough to understand the legacy of his senior."
"It is a pity that the hometown of the younger generation also suffered disasters, but since we have received the laws of our seniors, we should carry out their wishes."
"If someone encounters the same disaster in the future, the juniors should do their best to help, so that the misfortune of the juniors and seniors will not happen again!"
Chu Qingxiao said this with a determined look, which showed that this was not just a joke.
…
At the same time, on the Kamigawa Peak.
The famous Shenhe Peak Chief Mu Nanshan and the Shenhe Guardsman Tuyuan Town, who is notorious in the outside world, together they are almost 150 years old, are squatting on the floor of Shenhe Peak. In the forest, one person was holding two wine glasses, and the other was holding a hoe. The surrounding area was filled with pits and dug-out soil.
Both old men were panting and looked very tired.
Tu Yuanzhen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, but where his sleeves brushed, it was hard to tell whether the sweat had been wiped away, but there was actually a black mud mark.
But Tu Yuanzhen didn't care. He just stood up, threw the hoe aside, looked at Mu Nanshan who was holding a wine glass in one hand and looking expectantly, and said: "Peak Master, are you sure you didn't remember wrong?"
Mu Nanshan blinked his eyes and said angrily: "Fifteen years ago, I personally buried a jar of fairy brew in this green bamboo forest. How could I remember it wrong!?"
"The "Green Bamboo Proverbs" that was published in Linyuan Palace back then is eloquent and has 80,000 words. I can recite it by heart after reading it once. It has a photographic memory. Those bookworms in Linyuan Palace have been envious of it for countless years!"
"What? Tu Yuanzhen, are you doubting this peak master?"
Tu Yuanzhen rolled his eyes, looked back at the dozens of earth pits he dug behind him, and said, "This...need to say anything?"
Mu Nanshan was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the pit behind him with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
In fact, the two of them had been digging in the bamboo forest for more than an hour, but they still found nothing.
"Ahem..." Mu Nanshan, who felt he had been wronged, coughed twice and said, "After all, it's been a long time. Even if you are an old man, sometimes your memory will inevitably have some errors..."
He looked like he had completely forgotten how he boasted about his photographic memory just a few breaths ago.
Tu Yuanzhen seemed to have adapted to his Peak Master's temperament a long time ago. He spread his hands and simply sat down in the mud, saying: "Peak Master, you are right, but old man, I am old and weak anyway." We can’t dig anymore!”
Mu Nanshan suddenly became angry, pointed at Tu Yuan Zhen and cursed: "You Tu Yuan Zhen, now you don't even obey the orders of the Peak Master?"
"What? You have been in charge of Kamigawa Peak for several years. Do you really think you are the peak master?"
Tu Yuanzhen was not afraid of Mu Nanshan. He sat firmly on the ground and said: "Peak Master? You are a fucking hands-off shopkeeper. There has been no news for more than ten years. Do you think I like to treat you like this? Don't show it to me." Peak Master, I’m already in my seventies, how can I withstand your torture? If you say you can’t dig it, you can’t dig it anymore!”
Seeing that Tu Yuanzhen was determined to act rogue, Mu Nanshan was so angry that he glared at him, but there was nothing he could do for the moment.
He simply picked up the hoe on the side, like a sulky child, and muttered: "The peak master will dig it out later, don't even think about taking a sip!"
"With your memory, you may not be able to dig it out until next year!" Tu Yuanzhen sneered.
Mu Nanshan naturally would not admit defeat, and was about to turn around and retort, but at this moment, he seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look in the direction of the Shenfeng Library Pavilion.
"Dig! Didn't you say you remember? I'm going to see today how you are going to dig out our last bottle of fairy brew!" Tu Yuanzhen on the side didn't seem to sense any changes, but saw Mu Nanshan suddenly stop. After making a move, he immediately spoke sarcastically.
But halfway through his words, he froze on the spot, looking sideways in the direction of the library like Mu Nanshan.
And on the seventh floor of the library, an ancient book called "Loulan Listens to the Wind" suddenly slipped from the bookshelf and fell to the ground. The pages suddenly turned, and the writing on it seemed to come alive and jumped out of the paper. , condensed in mid-air, turned into a stream of light, and poured out of the library. At the same time, the ancient book also became blank.
The stream of light flew all the way to the bamboo forest where Mu Nanshan was located, stopped in front of Mu Nanshan and Tu Yuanzhen, and turned into a silhouette.
Tu Yuanzhen and Mu Nanshan both stood up at this time and looked at the blurry figure.
"It seems that he is very satisfied with you." Mu Nanshan said.
The figure nodded.
"After waiting in this library for a hundred years, I finally have my favorite successor, and my senior can finally rest in peace." Mu Nanshan said with a smile.
The figure said nothing, but bowed towards Mu Nanshan with his hands raised.
Upon seeing this, Mu Nanshan and Tu Yuanzhen hurriedly returned the salute to the figure.
"Senior's great gift, we and the younger ones don't dare to accept it. This ray of spirit of our senior is about to fade away. It's better to go and see the young man now." Mu Nanshan added.
The figure nodded again, then flashed, turning into a stream of light and running towards the foot of the Divine River Peak.
Mu Nanshan and Tu Yuanzhen watched the figure go away, and the expressions on their faces became a bit bleak at that time.
"It's great, he finally has a destination..." Mu Nanshan said.
""Loulan Listens to the Wind" has been in the library for so many years. I don't know how many genius monsters from Tianxuan Mountain tried to crack this method. I didn't expect that the child finally learned it." Tu Yuanzhen also sighed: "It's still Peak Master is very accurate in judging people. He has really found a genius monster for us who can learn this method. It is impossible to say that his talent is still higher than that of Zhao Nianshuang..."
"That stupid guy has a fart talent!" Mu Nanshan said angrily.
"Then why did he..." Tu Yuanzhen frowned, obviously a little surprised by Mu Nanshan's evaluation.
Mu Nanshan smiled: "He just has a pure heart that is rare in the world."
"So, if you can do things from the book and meet the people in the book, you can get the meaning of the book."
"Work from the book, meet the people in the book, and get the meaning of the book..." Tu Yuanzhen muttered this sentence, and suddenly smiled: "This is also a skill."
"It's a big deal!" Mu Nanshan corrected.
Then he suddenly sighed again: "The "Xuntian Book" has recognized its owner, and the important classics in the library have heirs. Even the soul of the senior has to rest in peace. Now, it is completely free of worries... "
Tu Yuanzhen was stunned when he heard this. He obviously understood the implication of Mu Nanshan's words. He turned to look at Mu Nanshan beside him and asked: "The peak master has really decided?"
"It was decided twelve years ago," Mu Nanshan said.
Hearing this, Tu Yuanzhen was silent for a while, then took a deep breath: "That's fine."
"I will summon the old members of the Shenfeng Mountain to test with the Peak Master whether that Lord has the magical powers as rumored."
Mu Nanshan rolled his eyes at Tu Yuanzhen and said, "It's none of your business. Who told you to follow me?"
"They are all old people with no necks. They can't even take two steps without being out of breath. How dare you get involved in such a thing? Why don't you take care of yourself and take care of yourself?"
Tu Yuanzhen's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? We are a little older, but our arms and legs are nimble. You let those little brats who claim to be the best in the world come and try it. I'll beat ten of them. Ten, come a hundred, I’ll fight a hundred!”
Mu Nanshan sneered and said, "Oh? So you're still killing the guard's treasured sword?"
"Of course!" Tu Yuanzhen said with his head held high.
"That's good!" Mu Nanshan nodded and thrust the hoe into Tu Yuanzhen's hand.
“Since you have so much energy, let’s keep digging!”
"After drinking this last jar of immortal brew, I will have no regrets."
Tu Yuanzhen was stunned for a moment, looked at the hoe in his hand, and then looked at Mu Nanshan who was already sitting carelessly aside, waiting to enjoy the harvest: "..."
