The rain pattered, and the water droplets fell from the eaves like silver curtains.
The atmosphere inside the main hall is subtle.
Xu Yuan didn't understand why it suddenly became quiet, let alone why the three people next to him stared at him without saying a word.
Big eyes and small eyes.
Glancing at Xu Yinhe on the main seat and then at Feng Jiuxuan standing at the door, Xu Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked towards Xu Changge opposite.
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Xu Changge ignored Xu Yuan's gaze.
When Feng Jiuxuan's sword made an invisible tremble, he could sense some weak fluctuations, but they were not very clear.
Although he also practices swordsmanship, he is no longer pure.
Moreover, in terms of cultivation attainments, he was slightly inferior compared to his father and uncle, so it was impossible to make a conclusion.
"bass--"
With a soft metal groan, Feng Jiuxuan unhurriedly pulled out the sword from his waist.
Xu Yinhe looked at Feng Jiuxuan's actions but said nothing.
It's the default.
The corners of Xu Yuan's eyes twitched.
The way this uncle walked towards him step by step with a sword was much more oppressive than the big ice lump back then.
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
The man in white clothes beat the snow, and the soft sound of his boots on the stone slabs, accompanied by the falling rain outside, was very quiet and poetic.
In the silence of the rain curtain,
Feng Jiuxuan walked to Xu Yuan and stood in front of him, while Qing Yuan, who was exuding sharp light, was held in his hand.
He should be worried that the spiritual sword would be too sharp and hurt Xu Yuan, a sixth-grade trash.
Xu Yuan's eyes flickered for a moment, then he stood up slowly:
"uncle."
Feng Jiuxuan looked at Xu Yuan, without any pretense, and directly raised the hand that was holding Qing Yuan's:
"Take it."
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Silence.
Xu Yuan looked at the hilt of Qing Yuan's sword that Feng Jiuxuan handed over. He didn't take it, but raised his hand to touch the back of his neck and said with a smile:
"Uncle, don't you never let us touch this Qingyuan sword?"
Qingyuan is a sword made by the famous craftsman Qian Sheng a hundred years ago when he celebrated the 100th birthday of the head of the Feng family.
Later, the grandfather gave it to my uncle at the beginning of his cultivation, and the decades of companionship have cultivated his aura.
The spirit sword will recognize its owner.
In layman's terms,
If anyone else except Feng Jiuxuan dares to touch it, the sword will kill you on its own.
Feng Jiuxuan was not a Riddler, so he simply said:
"It seemed happy to see you, so I took it and tried it."
Xu Yuan heard this and glanced sideways at Xu Yinhe who was sitting on the main seat.
Xu Yinhe nodded at him.
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Xu Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he directly raised his hand to pick it up.
With two saints standing by, they can't let him be chopped down by this spiritual sword, right?
While thinking about it, Xu Yuan took the Qing Yuan handed by Feng Jiuxuan directly.
But the moment he touched the hilt, he felt that the sword seemed to be trembling.
However, when he completely grasped the hilt of the sword, the glaze-like sword suddenly glowed with fluorescence and stabilized, showing no signs of moving to chop him.
Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan's eyes showed a hint of thoughtfulness.
in silence,
Xu Yinhe asked aloud:
"how?"
Feng Jiuxuan glanced back at Xu Yinhe:
"There is a sword in Changtian's body, and Qingyuan does not reject him."
"harmless?"
"harmless."
With that said, Feng Jiuxuan looked at Xu Yuan again who was holding Qingyuan: "Changtian, swing it with all your strength."
Xu Yuan already understood what the two elders were discussing and said hesitantly:
"Do you want to use sword skills?"
"Yes." Feng Jiuxuan nodded: "Your strongest sword skill."
Xu Yuan glanced at Xu Changge calmly and asked again:
"Which way to swing?"
Because the inner court does not allow outsiders to enter, if anything is broken, you have to repair it yourself, so you can only kill people.
"Whatever." Feng Jiuxuan comforted, "It'll be okay."
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Xu Yuan stopped talking, took a deep breath, and silently began to run the Blood Yuan Heart Destruction Art.
And as his source energy circulated, a trace of blood gradually appeared on the glass-like blade of the Qingyuan Sword.
Blood Ink Jade · Round Dance.
Bloody ink suddenly appeared, and a circle of splashed ink appeared in the air.
Xu Yuan slashed Xu Changge to the side with his sword without any warning.
"."Xu Changge.
"Buzz——"
The sword skills and Qingyuan's sharpness make it seem like it can cut through anything.
A hurricane quietly rose up, long hair fluttered, and the blood and ink dissipated instantly.
With two fingers stuck on the sword body, the Qingyuan Sword in Xu Yuan's hand could not move even an inch.
Look at each other for a moment,
Xu Changge took a deep look at Xu Yuan:
"Changtian, you have grown up."
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Xu Yuan frowned and quietly retreated behind Feng Jiuxuan.
"Okay, let go."
Xu Yinhe interrupted the conversation between the two and looked at Feng Jiuxuan:
"It seems that Changtian being taken away by the girl named Ran was a blessing in disguise. Is it Tianmen Mountain?"
After Xu Changge let go, Feng Jiuxuan recalled Qing Yuan in Xu Yuan's hand and sheathed it:
"It's indeed the one in Tianmen Mountain."
Tianmen Mountain?
Xu Yuan was stunned when he heard this term in the conversation between the two.
After pondering for a moment, he asked aloud:
"Father, was that Tianmen in Tianmen Mountain really cut out by humans?"
By now, Xu Yuan has seen battles between top experts.
That time in Qionghua Secret Realm.
Although Tianyan and Yuchu are just Yuanchu and Sheofan, they can be regarded as the top combat powers in this world.
The damage caused by the two of them was not on the same scale as the hundreds of feet of Tianmen on Tianmen Mountain.
Xu Yinhe glanced sideways when he heard this:
"Why do you ask?"
Xu Yuan is simple and direct:
"I'm very curious about how strong a person can be in this world."
Xu Yinhe spit out a sentence:
"The military formation cannot leave something like Jian Yun behind."
Although the words are just to the point, the meaning is very clear. The military formation can do it, but it cannot leave Jian Yun behind.
That door was indeed cut open with a sword.
Xu Yuan found that his breathing was a little short and looked at the two saint elders in front of him:
"Then father, can you and your uncle do it?"
Xu Yinhe said nothing.
Feng Jiuxuan shook his head gently:
"It's basically impossible. The unknown swordsman must have risked his life to strike out with that sword. That's why there is Jian Yun left on the Tianmen."
It's basically impossible, which means there is still a glimmer of possibility.
However, the uncle's words made Xu Yuan think of a question.
Since these two elders knew that Tianmen on Tianmen Mountain could understand Jian Yun, why did they let it go?
Although it is not yet clear what Jian Yun is, it should be related to Dao Yun.
In this way, this Tianmen is a treasure on the same level as the Charming Sakura Tree. Even though it is located deep in the Wanxing Mountains, no one touches it.
Xu Yinhe seemed to see what Xu Yuan was thinking, and laughed softly:
"Tianmen has been around for about ten thousand years. Apart from the innate sword bones and other physical qualities, only your uncle can sense the sword accumulation on Tianmen."
Saying that, Xu Yinhe made an evaluation of Tiantianmen Jianyun:
"Useless to the strong, fatal to the weak."
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Xu Yuan understood instantly.
It is naturally impossible for people like Feng Jiuxuan and Xu Changge to give up their cultivation for the sake of the sword.
As for those who have just entered the practice of swordsmanship, it is estimated that many people have died on Tianmen Mountain before.
Now that the cultivation system is perfect, who is willing to let his own genius gamble on a possibility.
Just thinking,
Feng Jiuxuan, who was dressed in white and dressed in snow, suddenly said:
"Now that Changtian has understood Jian Yun, he will follow me to practice swordsmanship when I return from this trip."
This question was not asked to Xu Yuan, but to Xu Yinhe.
Xu Yinhe replied directly without hesitation:
"Ask Changtian yourself about this matter."
Feng Jiuxuan looked sideways at Xu Yuan.
Xu Yuan did not answer immediately.
Compared with the prime minister father, this uncle is idle all day long.
The Sword Master taught me personally without any reservation, which was a very tempting proposal.
However, Xu Yuan still said honestly:
"But I already have the technique."
"Cultivation of the sword does not mean that you need to modify your skills."
Feng Jiuxuan smiled slightly and explained in a low voice: "The skills are just cultivation, that's not what I want to teach you."
Xu Yuan frowned and asked, "What is that?"
Feng Jiuxuan glanced sideways at Xu Changge and asked Xu Yuan:
"Changtian, do you know why Changge can easily kill the same level?"
Xu Yuan thought for a while and replied:
"Because of talent?"
Xu Changge on the side heard this and chuckled with unknown meaning.
Feng Jiuxuan smiled slightly:
“Talent and adaptability are indeed important, but they are not the most important.
"Nowadays, techniques and secrets have basically reached the extreme, but most of the so-called geniuses just follow the rules."
"Take the sword skill you just used, Changtian, for example. It is indeed very powerful, but do you know why?"
Saying,
Qing Yuan took out her sheath and Feng Jiuxuan waved it in the air at will.
immediately,
A white round dance of splashed ink appeared out of thin air!
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Looking at the scene in front of him, Xu Yuan opened his mouth.
This, this uncle actually copied Blood Ink Jade·Yuanwu at just one glance?
Looking at Xu Yuan who looked stunned, Feng Jiuxuan said with a smile:
"When I come back, I will teach you the way of the sword."
After all,
Sheathed the sword, dressed in white, turned around and left, stepped out of the main hall, and disappeared under the rain.
I'm a bit stuck today, so I'll just update
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(End of chapter)
