I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 133: Senior, do you have any magical powers in swordsmanship?
The wind blew past with a cloud of yellow sand.

It was as if a thick yellow curtain tightly wrapped around the sky and the earth, and the sand and gravel rolled up the blood from the corpses and scattered them everywhere.

This boundless desert has turned into a Shura field.

The Dali people's cloud eagle circled in the sky, spitting flames from its mouth, as if it wanted to completely burn the desert.

The Dali cavalry galloped past, and their rich true energy combined with their extremely mysterious battle formations turned the heaven and earth around, transforming them into a tornado in the sky full of yellow sand.

"The King!"

"The King!"

Huyan Guang stood in the clouds holding a long sword. A general of Dali was dead under his feet. The strong sword light from his body made the desert brighter.

Tuoba Dao held a spear in his hand, and there seemed to be a bright moon hanging on the tip of the spear, shining brightly. With the moonlight shining, his magical power suddenly appeared, and the spear as big as a mountain fell down, smashing one tornado after another.

At this moment, Tuoba Dao was like an old war god, his magical powers whistling on his body. The [Yu Bi] spear, named after his ancestral hometown, was like an ancient city, resisting the evil fire of the cloud carving in the sky.

Countless Dali cavalry charged, and Tuoba Dao was like a high wall, blocking the thousands of cavalrymen who formed a battle formation with his own strength.

Huyan Guang and several famous Yuhu generals mobilized troops and fought with the real figures of Dali in the clouds.

They were like real dragons, their mysterious magical powers dividing the battlefield and their spirits shining brightly.

But even so...

The Yuhu people were still losing ground, and their blood formed strange patterns on the sand.

The flashes of swords and sabers flickered in the dim sky, and every collision seemed to cut through the yellow sand in the sky.

This battle has lasted for two days and two nights.

The Dali people took some time off and led 20,000 Dali Black Cavalry... one of the most elite armies in the world, across the Qiumang Mountain, through the Wusu Field, and deep into this worthless Gobi Desert.

Tuoba Dao's spear was like a dragon swallowing the moon, sweeping across the battlefield wantonly.

Until he wiped out the tornado, gripped his spear tightly, and looked up at the clouds.

He saw the celestial general from Dali walking out from the clouds with a long sword on his waist.

The silver-white armor glowed fluorescently under the scorching sun.

With long brown hair and a white face, this celestial general who has already taken control of Dali looks more like an unmarried girl.

But when such a person walked in the sky, the tornadoes around him became even more terrifying.

The sounds of the magical powers at work, the loud shouts of the Yuhu people, the whistling wind, and the shouts of the Dali people were all drowned out by the tornado.

Tuoba Dao is already old, but who is he?

He is the king of the Jade Hu people.

He moved the Yuhu people from the vast desert to this Gobi Desert. He worked hard for thirty years and raised a strong army. He dared to compete with the Dali people's iron cavalry and cloud eagles for the Huangsha land, Luluan, and Wusuchang, and won great victories every time.

The population of the Yuhu people has tripled in the past thirty years.

The scimitars of the Yuhu people finally fell on the necks of the Dali people who had oppressed them for generations.

Whenever the people of Yuhu pray to God, they always add “May the King of Heaven live forever” after “God is above!”
So even if the general of the Dali people was here, old Tuoba Dao would not be afraid at all.

He held a spear in his hand, stepped on the clouds, and stood opposite the heavenly general.

In the sky, several cloud eagles were circling, overlooking the cruel battlefield.

And the Dali Tian general lowered his head and drew the long sword from his waist.

"Yuhu people can live."

"But you must submit to Dali."

……

……

The yellow sand is still rolling.

Tuoba Dao woke up among a pile of corpses, holding his spear tightly.

On the tip of his spear was still tied the Yuhu Man's flag of heaven.

There was now some cloudiness in his originally deep eyes.

The Yuhu people were defeated.

Their tents and their remaining troops have retreated north again, heading deeper into the desert to seek survival.

Of the 80,000 iron soldiers he had built over the past thirty years, more than 30,000 died, and most of the foundation built by the Yuhu people over the past thirty years was destroyed.

And he, the king of the Yuhu people, was also defeated by the Dali heavenly general in the desert.

It is said in the world that this Dali general can be on par with Dayu Kuixing. Tuoba Dao finally witnessed how profound the cultivation level of this man who was once the second on the Whale Riding List is.

only……

Everything about the Yuhu people seemed to have been lost.

He was seriously injured, cracks appeared in his physical body, and his soul was dim, like a candle in the wind about to go out.

[Great Repentance of Eternal Life] had just touched the edge of the ninth level through Kaiyangque, but now it turned back again.

Everything has returned to the starting point more than 30 years ago, and is even worse.

Because of the Yuhu people's years of struggle, most of it has been destroyed.

From his primordial spirit, he could no longer blow out a bright moon rising from the Tianshan Mountains, nor could he blow out an immortality from the sea of clouds.

This made Tuoba Dao look even older.

The originally straight spine became even shorter.

So he fell asleep again, and fell asleep among the corpses of thousands of jade-shaped people.

After decades of fighting, he was really tired.

Perhaps, his body should rest in peace among the corpses of these Yuhu warriors.

And his primordial spirit and divine essence...should fall into that place where he can obtain immortality.

Tuoba Dao thought of Baiyujing in his mind.

Countless mountains and rivers stand tall above the vast and misty Kunlun Lake, and magnificent and mysterious towers are suspended between the clouds, in the sea, and on the land.

The southern flow of scenery was sparkling with brilliance, illuminating the entire Baiyujing.

In the Kaiyang Palace, purple air and yellow sky filled the air, proving that it was a mysterious place.

Among them were guests from Chang'an, pepper slaves, and Fu Tingjun.

With only four or five people left, there was no longer the burden of the Yuhu people, no expectations of their ancestors, and no Yubi City.

"I have devoted my life to Yuhu, and after I die, my body should be buried here.

But my soul and spirit should stay in Baiyujing."

Tuoba Dao thought about this and fell into a deep sleep again.

His spirit fell into Baiyujing, and he staggered into Kaiyangque.

When the purple air and the yellow sky fell on him, his turbid thoughts gradually became clear.

Then, the king who had been holding on for more than thirty years could no longer hold on, and sat cross-legged, shedding tears.

The inheritance of the Yuhu people returned to its original place.

He was also seriously injured and could no longer protect the Yuhu people or pursue the expectations of his ancestors.

At this moment, he heard a voice suddenly coming from outside the Kaiyang Palace.

The old king stood up and turned to look at Fu Tingjun on the mountain.

The Chang'an guest was sitting cross-legged in front of Fu Tingjun and talking to him.

A gleam of light appeared in Fu Tingjun's cloudy eyes.

The guest from Chang'an pointed his finger at the clouds in the sky, and the clouds turned into two lines of text.

"A caged bird still has time to fly to heaven, but a sick dragon will surely bring rain."

This rather simple line of text made Lao Huang Liang think deeply.

But...the waves of severe pain coming from his spiritual energy made Old Huang Liang feel tired again.

"The Heavenly King of the Jade Pot Man can no longer be called the Heavenly King."

He returned to Kaiyang Palace again, sat cross-legged with a depressed look on his back.

After some time passed, footsteps were heard from the Kaiyang Palace again.

The guest from Chang'an came at some point and sat cross-legged beside him.

"You are injured." Chen Zhian said, "I see that your back is desolate. Do you feel that the future is hopeless, just like Fu Tingjun?"

Old Huang Liang turned his head and glanced at Chen Zhian, and said, "I see that Fu Tingjun closes his eyes and rests every day, so he can't be called lonely.

Those two lines of your poem, were they written for me?"

Chen Zhian did not deny it, but said: "Although I don't know what happened to you, Senior, I know that you have a high level of cultivation and must have been in a high position for a long time. You must have looked down on the world and made great progress. What could be difficult for you?"

Old Huang Liang shook his head. He stretched out his hand, and a ray of divine energy flowed in his hand.

"I was injured, and since then, I can no longer be considered to have advanced my cultivation. I have exhausted all my energy along the way, but in the end, I have returned to the starting point... I am afraid that my life will not be able to support the next courageous and advanced progress."

"Senior, is your divine essence injured?" Chen Zhian looked at the divine essence in Old Huang Liang's hand and said with a smile: "Senior, this is Baiyujing. If your divine essence is injured, what big deal is it?"

He pointed at Fu Tingjun in the distance and said, "Fu Tingjun's divine aura is about to dissipate. He prayed to the Lord of Baiyujing, and now his divine aura has become even stronger.

Why don’t you try to ask the Lord of Baiyujing for help? If the Lord of Baiyujing can send down the mysterious light, maybe he can help you out of your troubles.”

Old Huang Liang turned his head and looked at the towering jade platform in the Kaiyang Palace.

The fact that he was able to come to Baiyujing and receive the purple air and yellow court was already a gift from the Lord of Baiyujing.

He had never given anything back to the Lord of Baiyujing, but now he was begging the Lord of Baiyujing...

Will the Lord of Baiyujing really respond?

Old Huang Liang was thinking this in his heart, but as his mind flashed, the corpses of countless jade-shaped people in the yellow sand appeared in his mind.

Eight million Yuhu people are about to migrate far away. If he is seriously injured and unable to protect them along the way, how many people will die?
The burden on Lao Huangliang's shoulders seemed to support his spine.

He stood up and slowly bowed in front of Chen Zhian.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared on the jade platform in the Kaiyang Palace, but Old Huang Liang did not look directly at the light.

There was the sound of bells and tripods ringing among them.

Suddenly, a soft light like moonlight shone from the Guanghan Tower and fell on Old Huang Liang.

Old Huang Liang was slightly stunned.

He clearly felt that his spiritual energy began to recover rapidly.

So he hurriedly sat cross-legged and practiced the Great Repentance of Eternal Life, absorbing nutrients from the moonlight and repairing the injuries to his soul.

Old Huang Liang's spiritual injury is much better than Fu Tingjun's, who only has a trace of spiritual energy left.

What's more, Lao Huangliang's body is still there, and although his soul is full of cracks and dim, it has not been broken after all.

What defeated Lao Huangliang was not just his injuries, but the destruction of his thirty-year foundation and his remaining short life.

But when the moonlight in Guanghan Tower shone on his soul.

As his soul began to gradually revive.

Old Huang Liang thought of the poem by the guest from Chang'an again.

The caged bird still has to wait to fly to heaven, so how can a sick dragon never bring rain?
With this Baiyujing and the watchful eye of the Lord of Baiyujing, if one could obtain immortality in this land of immortality, what would it matter even if the burden of the Yuhu people became ten times heavier?

Old Huang Liang took a deep breath and bowed respectfully towards the void again.

The golden light in the Kaiyang Palace had long since disappeared, but Lao Huangliang knew that all the gifts and opportunities in the world come at a price.

However, he still didn't know what the price of Baiyujing was.

But no matter what, if the mysterious being like the Lord of Baiyujing needs him, he will naturally repay him with all his heart, not just for the sake of repaying his kindness, but also because...

Old Huang Liang thought of the Great Li Heavenly General who came with a sword, and the blazing sword light...

Also because of Baiyujing, the mysterious master of Baiyujing also carries the hopes of Lao Huangliang.

When Old Huang Liang thought of this, he turned and looked at the guest from Chang'an.

Changan Ke nodded at him with a smile on his face.

"After just ten or twenty days of not seeing you, your divine essence seems to have become like a rough jade. Are you about to enter the innate realm?"

Chen Zhian nodded.

Old Huang Liang tilted his head and thought about it.

He recalled that when he first met Chen Zhian, Chen Zhian had not yet cultivated his divine essence, but his consciousness was in Baiyujing.

But now, just a few short months later, Chen Zhian is about to enter the innate realm.

"How's your swordsmanship going?" Old Huang Liang asked again.

Chen Zhian said: "It has been perfected, and the sword intent has been cultivated."

"Sword intent? There is no explanation of sword intent in the twelfth level of Badu Bei, so how can one practice sword intent?" Old Huang Liang raised his eyebrows.

The second-grade profound skill, if one can develop sword moves after that, is considered to have an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.

But Chen Zhian used the second-grade profound skill to cultivate the sword intent. How is this possible?

Then he saw Chen Zhian stretched out his sword and drew a line in the air.

A sword intent with fierce murderous intent broke through the air. The sword intent was like a condensed sea of blood, with murderous aura surging in the air and astonishing murderous spirit layered on top of each other, going through seven levels in one go.

"Seventh level sword intent."

Even though Old Huang Liang has lived for more than a hundred years and has seen a lot, he still couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

"You comforted me with your poems, so I should naturally repay you.

Since you are going to cultivate magical powers, I think you will also need a sword technique magical power..."

Before Old Huang Liang finished speaking, Chen Zhian suddenly asked, "Senior, do you have any sword skills? It would be best if it were a flying sword skill."

Old Huang Liang raised his eyebrows: "You have such an extraordinary talent in the way of swordsmanship. You should naturally choose a sword-wielding magical power for your first-level innate magical power. If you cultivate a sword-wielding magical power, wouldn't that be a waste of talent and time?"

Chen Zhian didn't explain too much, just smiled and said: "Someone once told me that I have some talent in swordsmanship, so I thought about practicing swordsmanship. If swordsmanship is not as good as swordsmanship, I will switch to practicing it."

"Is there talent in kendo?" Old Huang Liang looked at Chen Zhian with some doubt, but when he saw Chen Zhian's serious look, he agreed.

"I have not practiced swordsmanship, nor have I collected any swordsmanship skills. However... I have a few good friends. Although none of them practice swordsmanship, they should have collected one or two swordsmanship books. I will remember them for you when I come to Baiyujing next time."

Chen Zhian thanked Lao Huangliang.

Old Huang Liang said: "This magical secret book is firstly to thank you for your guidance, and secondly to thank Bai Yujing.

The Lord of Baiyujing has brought us here, and we should help each other, so as not to waste this place of immortality."

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A few days passed.

In the Song Xiangyuan, Qin Wenzhuo was holding a magical treasure in his hand. The magical treasure was shining with light and turned into words.

"General Fu sent a letter saying that Lu Zhujun has already captured Luhui Pass and is defending the pass to fight the counterattacking Liren. He is unable to come to Xuantianjing at all."

Qin Wenzhu sighed: "Zheng Xuanze has arrived, but his injuries have not healed yet. Even if he has extraordinary talent, I am afraid he is no match for Lu Shengxuan."

Prime Minister Song shook his head: "It's not impossible to get Lu Zhujun to come."

(End of this chapter)