Legend has it that when you ascend to the Nascent Soul, your soul undergoes a qualitative change. The body is like the earth, the soul is like the sky, gold and jade intersect, and when heaven and humans meet, there is a chance of discovering a very mysterious spell of the monk's destiny.
This technique is called magical power.
And some unworldly geniuses, or by chance, may awaken a magical power early or late.
This is the case for Wang Yujie, who was just a village boy when he was young. Once he awakened the magical power of "Rain Master", the dragon recognized his master, and rain poured down the sixteen counties. However, Jin Dan Zhenren, who was attracted by him, went down the mountain to recruit his disciples.
At this time, the originally cloudless weather suddenly turned into a heavy rain, which drenched the entire Purple Jade Sect.
The amazing thing is that even though it was caused by magical powers. This rainwater does not contain any aura, but is just like ordinary rainwater in nature.
Wang Yujie did not avoid the rain. Her hair was soaked and hung loosely in front of her forehead. She closed her eyes as if to feel it. The dragon on the waist has most of its body wrapped around it like a belt, except for one dragon head with half-squinted eyes, as if enjoying the rain.
Suddenly, Wang Yujie opened his eyes, and the clouds and mist in his eyes had long since disappeared. He didn't look at the disciples in the field, he just chose one direction and stood up.
During this process, the dragon no longer coils around the waist, wraps around the body, or writhes in the mist, and bursts of dragon roars appear accompanied by thunder.
Not long after, Wang Yujie landed on a very steep mountain.
The moment his footsteps hit the ground, the continuous rainstorm stopped suddenly, the dark clouds faded away, and the sky became clear again, leaving only a quarter moon washed by water.
All the rain has gone from his body, and his hair is scattered. The dragon around the waist turned into a thick black round belt again, and the dragon head was hidden somewhere.
Wang Yujie looked indifferently at the figure on the deserted mountain peak. The top of the mountain was rugged, and the cracks between the rocks were filled with thin soil.
The rainwater gurgled down along the cracks in the mud, interspersed with the proud green grass, which was already wilted and bowed by the heavy rain.
Yan Changyi just sat casually on a protruding bluestone, his clothes were wet, facing the northeast, and his back was slightly stooped. When Yujun arrived, he didn't react at all. He just held the cloth in his left hand and still gently wiped a three-foot long sword.
Wang Yujie glanced at his slightly curved spine, and a trace of anger emerged from his calm expression.
Step by step, he stepped forward and knocked Yan Changyi to the ground with one punch.
The cloth and sword in Yan Changyi's hands fell to the side, and his body fell on the rugged gravel like a mortal, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
But he neither groaned nor resisted, he just wanted to stand up and pick up the sword.
Yu Jun looked indifferent. After he got up, he punched him again and said coldly:
"Use your bamboo sword and give me a good beating."
"Haha..." Yan Changyi finally made a sound and sat up with one hand supporting his body. His soaked green robe was stained with mud, grass and blood:
"The bamboo sword... will no longer be used."
Yu Jun's raised fist stagnated for a moment, then dropped heavily:
"Do you think I won't settle a score with you?"
Boom!
The whole mountain seemed to be shaken.
Yan Changyi was knocked to the ground again, his face was bruised, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became thicker.
Yujun's fist would not be that easy, but he just shook his head and sat up in embarrassment.
"Damn..." Wang Yujie frowned slightly and punched him again.
This punch did not knock Yan Changyi to the ground again, but pushed him away two feet, and then sat down on the ground. His right hand groped around his waist for a while and pulled out a dragon head.
He pinched open the dragon's mouth with his left hand, reached in unceremoniously, groped for a while, and took out two wine jars.
"drink wine!"
Throw one in front of Yan Changyi and put down these words. He threw the dragon's head away, opened the mud seal, raised the wine jar, and drank boldly.
Jiaolong was teased for a while, but he didn't get angry, as if he was used to it. Instead, he poked his head and opened his mouth to catch the drink that fell from the corner of Yu Jun's mouth. He seemed to enjoy this sip.
In the past, Yan Changyi would never drink like Yujun without any image.
But at this time, he just sat casually among the mud and rocks. After hearing this, he also opened the seal of the wine, mixed it with blood, and started drinking.
The two of them just drank and didn't say a word.
After finishing the drink, Yan Changyi followed Yu Jun's example and threw the wine jar, which shattered into several pieces with a clang.
Yu Jun glanced at the large piece of Yan Changyi's clothes that had been soaked again by the wine while he was drinking. The aroma of wine filled the air, he frowned slightly and cursed:
"Damn it, if you don't know how to drink it, don't drink it. It's a waste of my good stuff."
Yan Changyi glanced at Yujun, who was still staring at the dragon above with concentration, as if waiting for the drink to fall - but he really didn't waste much drink.
Yan Changyi's numb and gray eyes finally gained a glimmer of light at this moment. He was silent for a while, then picked up the cloth and sword under him and gently wiped them.
Only then did Yu Jun see clearly that the sword was already stained with rust.
Yan Changyi spoke slowly:
"Before I set foot on the road, I loved bamboo, nothing else. Bamboo is a gentleman among flowers, so I can compare myself to it. Since I set foot on the road, I only loved swordsmanship. When I was young and crazy, I only used bamboo as a sword. On the contrary, Got to understand some sword intent.
Now that I no longer have bamboo, I want to find a sword wielder. I searched the bag but found only a rusty sword.
Yujie, do you still remember this sword? "
Wang Yujie took a look and said disdainfully:
"Isn't this the standard sword used by beginners in the Yanwu Hall? Anyone with some basic sword skills will not be able to use this sword."
"Yes." Yan Changyi nodded and looked carefully at every rust mark on the sword:
"This sword has some fine iron added to it, but it is still a mortal thing.
It was once as bright as new, but I don't know when, so much rust has been added. "
Then, he just lowered his head and silently wiped the rust on it with a cloth, as if he could wipe away the dirt on it.
The two of them just sat quietly.
After wiping for a while, Yan Changyi picked up the green scabbard next to him.
Qiang~
The long sword let out a soft groan, and the rust marks were hidden in the scabbard. Yan Changyi was still wet in his clothes, holding the scabbard in his left hand, looking up to the northeast.
"What else happened in Shibao Village?" Yu Jun glanced at the sword in his hand and suddenly said:
"I'm not talking about Feng Jun and the other three. From what I know about you, your bamboo sword broke into pieces before killing the so-called Holy Son. Something must have happened in Shibao Village that no one expected. ?”
Yan Changyi just remained silent.
Wang Yujie seemed to have expected that he would not be able to wait for Yan Changyi's answer. After being silent for a while, he took out two jars of wine from the dragon's mouth and threw one of them over.
Yan Changyi glanced at him. The ingredients for this wine are expensive, and the brewing process is complicated. It has to be fermented in the belly of a dragon for several years before it can get a hint of ambergris. It is called 'Dragon's Title Yunyu', and it is precious to him. tight.
But he didn't want to think too much about it. He was not a drinker, so he just drank.
They drank one jar after another until dawn, without saying a word between the two.
Finally, a patch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, and a red sun jumped out from under the cloud line.
Yu Jun picked up a dragon-shaped jade pendant and listened for a while, then looked at Yan Changyi, who was still in a miserable state, and said lightly:
"The Shibao Village mission has been upgraded to Level A."
"The so-called Holy Son... is called Bei Yu." Facing Yan Changyi's gaze, he embraced the light of the newborn red sun, and the black dragon moved around his body, slowly floating in the air:
"When I behead him, if you still look so depressed, I will behead you again."
The dragon roars and the red sun looks to the west.
