I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 140: The precious sword on the waist, the flying sword hanging in the clouds

The fight between Chu Xiubai and Zheng Xuanze gave Chen Zhian a great shock.

Of these two, one is the direct descendant of the Chu family in Nanhai, and the other is serving as a captain under Qin Dadu Yu.

Each of them has cultivated several kinds of supernatural powers, including sword intent and saber intent, and even their innate true essence and innate divine essence are far superior to those of ordinary innate cultivators.

Even though both of them were injured, the magnificence of their magical powers and the variety of their methods still made Chen Zhian's eyes light up.

Especially Zheng Xuanze's magical power [Ding Xiong].

The long sword in his hand was like a glowing feather arrow, shooting straight out, almost turning into a stream of light, with layer upon layer of power, directly killing the enemy. It could be described as mysterious.

This [Ding Xiong] magical power should be a sixth-grade magical power, but it is so powerful that Chen Zhian is quite looking forward to the flying sword magical power in Baiyujing.

In a sense, the magical power of [Ding Xiong] is also like the magical power of a flying sword. Zheng Xuanze uses his spiritual energy to control the sword, flying straight forward.

If his opponent was not a young tiger monument figure like Chu Xiubai, but an ordinary third-level innate cultivator, I am afraid that the enemy would lose his life after a few such skillful nail-killing magical powers.

"The inheritance of magical powers is particularly important for the innate realm."

Chen Zhian returned to the courtyard, sat cross-legged in the room, and before he knew it, he had arrived at Baiyujing.

In the Kaiyang Palace of Baiyujing, purple air and yellow courtyard are floating in the air, making this palace look like a fairyland.

Chen Zhian stepped into the purple air, came to the new white jade stele, and sat cross-legged.

He sat in front of the white jade stele that recorded the magical powers of Jiuxiao. His eyes fell on the inscription. Purple air and yellow air lingered around his body and then fell into his spiritual aura.

This fifth-grade magical power is extremely obscure and difficult to understand.

No one explained it in detail, and Chen Zhian had never practiced sword. For a moment, no matter how hard Chen Zhian tried to comprehend it, he just felt that the book of magical powers was obscure and difficult to understand, and he could not grasp the key points of it.

This is also one of the reasons why the direct descendants of aristocratic families and disciples of the Xuanmen sect can surpass ordinary practitioners.

Cultivating supernatural powers is more difficult than cultivating heavenly powers. It is extremely important to have someone explain the key points in detail. If no one explains it, don't waste a lot of time trying to comprehend these supernatural powers.

Chen Zhian looked at it for a long time. Relying on his comprehension and the enhancements of Purple Qi and Huangting, he should have understood a lot. However, there were still several things he didn't understand, which prevented him from fully comprehending and successfully imprinting this flying sword magical power in his innate fetal uterus.

A long time passed, and Chen Zhian's progress was still quite slow.

At this moment, Jiao Nu's consciousness incarnation landed in Baiyujing and came to Kaiyang Palace.

In just a few months, Jiao Nu seemed to have grown taller, and her skin was as white as snow. Perhaps because of her past experiences, her eyes were like cold stars, and her gaze seemed a little cold, with a hint of keeping people at a distance.

Only when he saw Young Master Chang'an did Jiao Nu show a slight smile on his face.

Soon she saw that Master Chang'an, who was always confident in his plans, was pondering over the white jade inscription, wondering what was wrong.

So Jiao Nu didn't say anything, but sat not far behind Chen Zhian and accompanied him to see the white jade inscription.

As she watched, a strange light suddenly flashed in her eyes, as if she had discovered something.

"Young Master," Jiao Nu said, "This sword power is quite obscure, and many obstacles are in the sword force and sword intent. Young Master has not yet comprehended the sword force and sword intent. If you want to practice this Nine Heavens power by force, I am afraid it will be difficult to comprehend it."

Chen Zhian woke up and thought for a moment, and found that if he had the help of sword power and sword intent, he should be able to solve some of the problems.

There will be fewer problems, and you should be able to fully grasp it by deducing what you have gained from meditation.

Chen Zhian smiled at Jiao Nu and couldn't help frowning.

"In that case, I am still lacking a profound sword skill." Chen Zhian lowered his head and thought.

Jiao Nu suddenly stood up, and as she prayed sincerely to the Lord of Baiyujing, a white jade stele was erected in the Kaiyang Palace.

The surrounding purple air turned into a carving knife, and on the white jade stele, it carved a mysterious sword skill.

“My mistress asked me to practice magic and profound skills… She gave me three profound skills in total and asked me to choose one to practice.

Jiao Nu...Jiao Nu's father once mentioned the mysteries of the sword to me, so I chose this sword art."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows and looked up.

【Jiyun Sword Qi】.

The mountains are far away in the morning, covered with clear clouds, the moon is on the Jianqi Creek, the water under the hall is like the spring sunshine,
"This is a third-grade profound skill."

Chen Zhian nodded slightly.

Although the third-grade profound skill is not of high quality, it is quite suitable for emergency use nowadays.

This sword technique can be considered quite good. If you practice it carefully and develop the sword moves, it will be easier to practice other higher-level sword techniques in the future.

Chen Zhian stood up, but was not polite. He closed his eyes and comprehended the Jiyun sword energy.

When Jiao Nu saw Chen Zhian begin to practice this mysterious sword technique, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Since coming to Baiyujing, she has been taken care of by the Young Master of Chang'an many times, and he even helped her out of trouble.

However, she had never played any role in Master Chang'an. Only today's demonstration of the third-grade profound sword technique made her feel a little more at ease.

At this time, she was sitting in the Kaiyang Palace, watching Chen Zhian practice.

Chen Zhian had only read the Jiyun Sword Technique carefully once, and then he snapped his fingers. In an instant, a stream of sword energy burst out from his fingertips, sharp, yet as misty and elusive as clouds.

"This profound skill is quite smooth to practice, without any obscurity or blockage."

Chen Zhian felt a little surprised that this Jiyun sword technique was even smoother than the twelfth level of Badubei.

Jiao Nu said, "I also practiced this sword technique. As I practiced, I felt that there were some unreasonable aspects in this sword technique. For example, since the sword energy is represented by clouds, it has to pass through the five-color acupoints, which makes the sword energy more tenacious but less ethereal and unpredictable.

So I tried to change it myself, and went to the Five Colors Acupoint, and it really became much smoother. "

Chen Zhian was suddenly speechless.

How did you get it?

Jiao Nu revealed the answer to the riddle. He pondered over it carefully and comprehended it at length. Only then did he realize that what Jiao Nu said made a lot of sense.

Chen Zhian pondered for a while, then suddenly turned to Jiao Nu and said solemnly, "Miss Jiao Nu can accurately see the shortcomings of the mysterious skills and the difficulties in them... This is actually very rare. You should hide it a little bit on weekdays, so as not to attract attention and cause unnecessary suffering."

"Just like your new master... Of course, if Miss Jiao Nu has someone she trusts enough, or if she wants to gain a better future at once, she can use it."

Jiao Nu thought of the Mingyue Palace.

There are countless powerful people in Mingyue Palace, and each has his own plans.

Even among the accountants, there are calculations among themselves.

As for her new master, she had only met him twice. It was said that many people in the palace saw her as a ferocious beast...

So... Jiao Nu took note of Chen Zhian's words carefully, thinking that he would have to cover it up more in the future.

"Sir, I have come to the Kaiyang Palace almost every day these days to read these inscriptions, especially the Purple Purity Mysterious Micro-Chanzhen. Although this heavenly skill is quite mysterious, I still feel that it has some shortcomings."

Jiao Nu frowned and stared at the white jade tablet carved by Chen Zhian: "It's just that I have too few mysterious skills to verify now, and my cultivation has just entered the realm of true essence. This heavenly skill is still out of reach for me. When I cultivate more..."

"True Yuan... realm?" Chen Zhian, who was always polite, suddenly interrupted Jiao Nu and asked in surprise: "Have you already broken through to the True Yuan level?"

Jiao Nu looked at Chen Zhian's surprised expression, and felt a little more happy in his heart. He nodded and said, "Yesterday, the true essence had already grown into a tree. I think it will bear fruit in a few days."

Chen Zhian was greatly surprised, and he looked Jiao Nu up and down.

This Jiao Nu was the first person he met whose talent was comparable to his.

The person who was led here by Nan Liujing's light was indeed not an ordinary person. Old Huangliang was as powerful as a mountain. Chen Zhian still remembered that when he came to Baiyujing, he stood in this Kaiyangque and exuded a terrifying aura.

Fu Tingjun is of true dragon bloodline and is naturally extraordinary.

Only Jiao Nu looks quite ordinary, but today, the talent revealed by Jiao Nu has far surpassed the ordinary scope. Even calling him a genius may be an underestimate.

but……

This Jiao Nu is still working as a maid in someone else's house. If she reveals her talent too much, it is not known whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

He was hesitating, but Jiao Nu said to himself: "But I am not going to practice so fast, from now on I will just let my true energy flow on its own and grow slowly.

Being too outstanding is not a good thing.”

"Sir, if I am good at the law but lazy in practicing, will I be one step behind others in the future?"

Chen Zhian thought of himself and shook his head, saying, "If one's innate talent and physique are extraordinary, then most of the cultivation below the innate level will come naturally. When one escapes from the cage, one can make up for it with pills. Anyway, one has the physique as a foundation.

Your talent is not limited to bone cultivation, you can look for more mysterious skills and methods, maybe you can understand something."

Jiao Nu remembered it well, and suddenly smiled sweetly: "Sir, have you understood the Jiyun sword technique? I have practiced it to perfection. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

A smile appeared on Chen Zhian's lips. He formed his fingers into a sword and made a light stroke.

In an instant, purple energy suddenly condensed at his fingertips and gushed out like true energy, transforming into a sword light.

The sword light was vague and changed at will, concealing murderous intent, which surged like mist in the sky.

The sword energy is like clouds and also like the empty moonlight, unpredictable.

Chen Zhian had just started practicing the Jiyun sword technique and had already mastered it to perfection.

Jiao Nu was suddenly surprised.

This young man is also a genius in cultivation, just like me.

At this moment, the two young geniuses have already met in Baiyujing.

This is a blessing for the world.

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In Chen Zhian’s mind, the map of Jade Capital in the sky slowly closed.

It was already late, it had just rained heavily, and the moon was hiding in the clouds, no longer shining high in the sky.

"This sword intent is far inferior to my Qingdi sword intent."

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged on the bed, put his hands together like a sword, and suddenly made a stroke.

A misty sword energy suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and his true energy flashed, bringing out a bit of mist, just like clear clouds covering the bright moon.

“However, the Nine Heavens Divine Ability is extremely profound. After I learned it, I wore a long sword on my waist and a flying sword hanging high in the air. It was not only for killing, but also had more changes. It would not be considered as burying my twelve profound divine essences.”

"The clouds are perfect..."

Chen Zhian pondered for a moment, thinking of the surging power of the Huanglong River he had seen. The sword energy of Jiyun suddenly changed drastically, and the clouds and mist also changed like waves.

"Sword power!"

Chen Zhian has reached the innate realm of cultivation. The sword is no longer a problem for him. Wherever he looks and observes the changes in the world, he can always comprehend a kind of momentum.

However, the sword intent is more mysterious than the sword momentum. If Chen Zhian learns the sword technique of the first-grade profound skill level, it will be much easier to go from momentum to intent.

However, the Jiyun sword technique is only the entry level to the profound arts. Being able to comprehend the sword moves already shows Chen Zhian's extraordinary talent. It may not be easy for him to reach a higher level with the help of this sword technique in a short period of time.

Chen Zhian felt the many changes in the sword's momentum at his fingertips, and while thinking, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

As he stretched out his hand, a piece of straw paper appeared in his hand.

This piece of straw paper is quite common and cannot be considered valuable.

But when Chen Zhian slowly opened the straw paper, he saw a word written on it.

This is a... sword character.

Cheng Jihe from Fujian Mountain once wrote the word "sword" for him, but Chen Zhian never came into contact with the mysterious skills of swordsmanship and instead forgot about the piece of paper.

Today, he has mastered the Jiyun sword technique and understood the sword's power. He suddenly remembered this piece of paper and the word "sword".

"Fujianshan is one of the famous sword masters in the world, ranking fourth in the world of Dayu. A figure like Cheng Jihe wrote this word to give me some advice."

Chen Zhian's thoughts flashed as he stared carefully.

However, when the word "sword" fell into his eyes, it seemed as if a sharp sword energy whistled out from the paper and rose up, like clouds covering the sky and the earth, vast and boundless.

Clearly, it was a very ordinary stroke of the pen, but the beginning of this word was like a swordsman drawing his sword, its sharp edge suddenly apparent. Due to the score, Chen Zhian seemed to hear the sound of metal hitting stone, and it seemed as if a thousand pounds of force was condensed in this mere word, and there was endless solemnity hidden in its simplicity, and it seemed as if heavy rain clouds had already condensed, heavy and gloomy.

For a moment, I was so exhausted from practicing that I couldn't even look at it.

“This word ‘sword’ contains endless clouds and sword intent in every stroke.

The word "sword" has nine strokes, and the sword intent has nine layers, and it is like nine clouds gathering together..."

"This Cheng Jihe of Floating Sword Mountain is indeed worthy of being the elder of the Sword Dao Mountain Sect... Floating Sword Mountain also falls on the word [cloud]."

Chen Zhian's eyes were burning.

He stood up, put the paper on the table, and then took out paper and pen.

Chen Zhian closed his eyes and ground the ink, then picked up the pen and started writing.

His thoughts moved slowly along the character "sword" and he began to write.

Just like a sword cutting through the clouds, Chen Zhian put pen to paper and the sword energy immediately filled the air, cutting the surrounding air apart. Only the piece of straw paper remained intact.

Between the thick and thin ink, it is like the cold light flowing on the sword, and it is like the lingering charm of countless clouds, ethereal yet captivating...

sword!
Chen Zhian wrote a word, then closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the flow of sword intent, and then wrote again.

In just one hour, he had written dozens of sword characters.

With each word he wrote, the sword force on the tip of his pen became stronger, until it reached the ninth level...

It was night time and Chen Zhian was still writing, but a man in his thirties walked out from the south city gate.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe and had a sword on his back, but the soldiers guarding the city seemed not to see the sword behind him and allowed him to leave the city.

As he stepped into Xuantianjing, he suddenly didn't know how many eyes were cast on him.

Just at this moment, clouds and mist were sweeping across the sky. The mysterious figure looked up and saw a middle-aged man in black sitting cross-legged in the clouds, looking down at him.

"Why did the mountain master come to Xuan Tianjing?"

The man in Taoist robe and sword was about to speak, but suddenly he sensed something, looked into the distance, and immediately became furious.

"Did Old Man Cheng pass on the sword intent [Lord of the Clouds]?"

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