I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 141 What does it take to be a true genius?

The pastures change dramatically in autumn.

The grass has lost its summer green and is now colored with the colors of autumn, a mixture of golden, orange and red.

Chen Zhian stayed in Prince Duanque's pasture for several days. At first, it was Prince Duanque who invited him to come here to enjoy the autumn.

But since he came to the grassland, he saw a cloud hanging high above the grassland. The air was flowing in the cloud, floating and misty, which was quite mysterious, as if it was hiding some indescribable changes.

When Chen Zhian saw this cloud, he felt that his control over the sword forces had improved greatly. Although it had not yet completely transformed into sword intent, he had already shown some clues.

So Chen Zhian stayed in this grassland for five or six days in a row.

At this moment, he was lying in the neat grassland. The breeze blew, and the grass waves rolled like a flowing tapestry.

The cloud was still above the grassland, and even if the wind blew, it seemed that it could not blow away the cloud.

Chen Zhian knew that this cloud seemed a little strange, but he didn't know where it came from.

The only thing he could confirm was that this cloud would be of great benefit to his practice of swordsmanship.

Just like at this moment, the clouds are flowing in the mist, changing wantonly, the wind and waves collide from time to time, and shuttle through the white clouds, just like the many changes of Jiyun sword energy, and just like the unpredictable sword momentum.

Chen Zhian was fascinated by what he saw for a moment.

However, there are still many obscure points in the clouds and mist, which he cannot capture, nor can he integrate into his own sword moves.

“Chen Zhian, it is said that the Chu family of Nanhai specially sent several retainers and alchemists to Xuan Tianjing to protect and treat Chu Xiubai.

You are so good that you still have the leisure and elegance to appreciate the clouds and the sky."

A voice came to Chen Zhian's ear, interrupting his thoughts.

He turned his head to look, and saw a young man with a knife looking at him curiously not far away.

Chen Zhian knew this person. He was the son of the current imperial teacher and the younger brother of Princess Longyue, Jiang Feiliu. He once drank with him in Wangxing Palace.

"Mr. Chu's injuries have not healed yet, but he still wants to be aggressive. This must be his retribution."

Chen Zhian did not stand up, but continued to look at the clouds in the sky, and spoke bluntly.

Jiang Feiliu walked closer, took off the knife from his waist, and sat cross-legged in the grass. He also looked at the clouds in the sky, but could not see anything special about them.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Feiliu asked curiously.

"Look at the ups and downs in the clouds. It's like the flow of true energy. The sword energy is rising and falling, and it changes a lot." Chen Zhian pointed to the clouds in the sky.

Jiang Feiliu looked at it for a while, shook his head, and then became confused: "What sword energy? I heard that you have cultivated the seventh level of sword intent, and I also heard that you have been in this grassland for a few days, so I came here specially to see your seventh level of sword intent to stop war."

Chen Zhian explained, "The sword intent of stopping war comes from General Fu Zhutian's four longer swords, but after I understood it, I suddenly felt that General Fu's sword intent didn't seem to be suitable for me.

So I turned to practice other sword intents. If Master Fei Liu came here just to see the sword intent of stopping war, I'm afraid he will be disappointed."

Jiang Feiliu was greatly surprised. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "You mean, you have realized another sword intent, and you have cultivated this sword intent to the seventh level?"

Chen Zhian did not answer, but became more and more absorbed in the conversation.

Jiang Feiliu was about to say something, but as his eyes moved, he saw that as he approached Chen Zhian, Coach Sun from the grassland was actually riding a horse, standing far away on a grass hill, looking at this place.

Jiang Feiliu immediately smiled and said, "Chen Zhian, you are too popular and sharp, and it is a bit difficult to break through with those big families.

You see, Coach Sun saw me coming here, and he was probably afraid that I would kill you, so he watched from afar."

"Master Feiliu doesn't want to kill me?" Chen Zhian was a little surprised.

Jiang Feiliu asked back: "Why should I kill you?"

"Because I also want to hold the seal." Chen Zhian was quite calm: "I am a commoner, without any background, but I want to use my commoner status to get involved in Lu Wujian. According to Princess Yuxia, that means I have already chosen the way to die.

Everyone in the aristocratic families of the world is my enemy."

"Whether others hold the seal or not, what does it have to do with me?" Jiang Feiliu stroked the long sword at his waist: "It is just what I want for a noble family to hold the seal, and I don't have to worry too much. But if you, Chen Zhian, can really hold the seal by chance, it will be a good thing for me, Jiang Feiliu.

If you can hold the seal, you will definitely be able to reach a higher level in the way of the sword. With your encouragement and motivation, I can move forward and make great progress. "

Chen Zhian finally stopped lying down and sat up.

He looked Jiang Feiliu up and down carefully.

Jiang Feiliu didn't look at him, but frowned at the clouds in the sky: "You said there is some sword energy in the clouds, but I can't see it clearly... and even if there is some sword energy, what does it have to do with you?"

"I want to learn sword." Chen Zhian stood up, set up the easel and spread the canvas.

"Practicing swordsmanship?" Jiang Feiliu suddenly jumped up, frowned and said, "Chen Zhian, you are a rare swordsmanship genius. Not only did you pull out General Fu's Sigeng sword, you even realized the sword meaning.

With your talent, why don't you focus on the way of the sword and actually want to learn the sword?"

He seemed quite angry and said, "The path of swordsmanship is like practicing, it is like sailing against the current, if you don't move forward, you will move backward.

You have achieved something, so why are you so arrogant? If you practice sword and saber together, I am afraid that it will only hinder your sword progress in the end."

When he spoke, his brows were almost twisted together, as if he was angry.

Chen Zhian ignored him and instead painted seriously on the canvas.

Jiang Feiliu looked sideways and saw that Chen Zhian was indeed painting the clouds in the sky.

Moreover, when the outline of clouds began to appear on the canvas in front of Chen Zhian, Jiang Feiliu at this moment could clearly sense the sword energy flowing in it.

The sword energy seemed to have a kind of innate spirituality, gathering and dispersing at random, evaporating and changing, interweaving and lingering.

It was not until this time that Jiang Feiliu began to see some clues.

"How can this sword energy be so dense, intertwined and intertwined... Chen Zhian's divine aura seems to be different from that of ordinary people."

For a moment, Jiang Feiliu was fascinated by Chen Zhian's paintings.

Although it contains some sword techniques, Jiang Feiliu can see from it many ways of controlling sword energy and true essence with divine power.

So, Chen Zhian and Jiang Feiliu, one painted while the other looked at the paintings.

Neither of them spoke anymore.

After a long time, a complete cloud finally appeared on the canvas.

Chen Zhian observed the clouds for many days, but still found many things difficult to understand.

At this moment, he drew this cloud, using the power of sword as the brush strokes, drawing the sword energy flowing in it, and drawing the subtle changes, wanting to see where the difficulty was.

He was thinking it over carefully.

The same is true for Jiang Feiliu.

Suddenly a voice came from behind the two of them.

"Isn't there something wrong with the place where the clouds are rising and falling?"

Chen Zhian and Jiang Feiliu turned their heads almost at the same time, only to see a person with a long sword on his back appear behind them.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe and had a sword behind him. His eyes also fell on the painting of Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian's eyes fell on the painting, thoughtful.

Jiang Feiliu, who was standing by, saw the person coming and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This noble young man from the Jiang family actually slowly bowed to the visitor.

"The sword energy flows like clouds, but they should not be intertwined too densely. Otherwise, the damage will be greatly reduced." Chen Zhian understood and a look of joy appeared on his face.

He turned to look at the man and was about to thank him, but the man pointed to the sky and said, "The clouds are too far away, you may not be able to see them clearly." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers, and then gently brought them together.

All of a sudden, it seemed as if an invisible storm tornado appeared in the sky.

The tornado, carrying the clouds and mist, came straight down from the sky and covered the huge grassland.

In just a moment, the grassland was filled with flowing clouds, and the clouds and mist moved like colorful clothes dancing in the wind.

Let this grassland become like a fairyland.

Jiang Feiliu's expression remained unchanged.

Chen Zhian had never seen such a scene before, and there was a lot of surprise in his eyes.

"What realm is this cultivator at?" he thought to himself.

The Taoist holding the sword stretched out his hand, and the flowing clouds passed through his five fingers.

"This cloud is the sword cloud left behind when I was sparring with Prince Duanque before." The man said, "There are many benefits in this sword cloud, but if you don't break these clouds and mists, I'm afraid you won't be able to find them."

As he spoke, his eyes moved between the two of them.

Jiang Feiliu frowned and suddenly drew the long sword from his waist.

When the sword was unsheathed, a ray of light suddenly appeared. That light was like clouds, flowing and misty, just like the clouds in the sky!
The clouds are rising, and the place where the actual battle is taking place is turning into a sea of clouds. The terrifying sword intent is surging out from the sea of clouds, expanding layer by layer, just like the layers of morning clouds in the mountains and abysses, full of vitality, but also fierce sword intent.

Chen Zhian's eyes moved.

This is Jiang Feiliu's sword intent!
It is indeed very mysterious and extremely sharp. I am afraid it has already surpassed the ninth level. If it goes up one more level, it will be able to step into the realm of sword spirit.

Judging from this flourishing innate true energy, Jiang Feiliu must have already reached the perfection of the innate state and cultivated to the seventh level of the innate state.

But even if it is the seventh level of innateness, it is ultimately just the innate realm.

The innate realm can cultivate into a sword spirit...

Chen Zhian couldn't help but admire this man.

"If Jiang Feiliu continues to grow, he will definitely become a great swordsman."

As Chen Zhian was thinking this, the sword intent had already spread out and slashed at the mist that filled the grassland.

Many clouds were suddenly swept up by the powerful sword intent, and turned into a larger vortex, which continued to rotate.

Layers of sword lights moved wildly, cutting through the clouds and mist.

Chen Zhian was watching intently.

The Taoist holding a sword behind him shook his head slightly.

"I'm afraid it won't work if I use force to break it."

As the Taoist finished speaking, the clouds that had been chopped into pieces but not dissipated suddenly intertwined together again and returned to their original state.

Jiang Feiliu sheathed his sword and frowned.

Chen Zhian, who was standing aside, was looking at the clouds that were entangled together again, thinking about something.

A few breaths of time passed.

Jiang Feiliu was still surprised that these seemingly ordinary clouds and mists could not be cut off by his Dye Mist Knife...

Chen Zhian stretched out his hand and pointed two fingers together like a sword.

One stroke.

A thin, tiny, and not very powerful sword energy burst out from his sword finger.

This wisp of sword energy is incomparable to Jiang Feiliu's previous sword intent, just like a weed compared to a thousand-year-old tree.

But this faint sword energy bloomed out, and then turned into heavy sword forces, falling into the clouds in front of him.

Chen Zhian's sword moves were equally delicate and incomparable. When it fell into the clouds, it intertwined with the cloud flow, collided with the cloud gas, and then both it and the cloud gas disappeared.

Jiang Feiliu was stunned.

Chen Zhian let out a long breath and saluted to the Taoist who was carrying a sword: "Thank you for your advice, Senior. The collision of sword energy is not just about breaking force with force, but also breaking true essence with true essence.

The sword's momentum is like flowing clouds, like the clouds in the sky. Only with careful control can such miraculous effects be achieved."

Jiang Feiliu listened carefully to what Chen Zhian said, then looked down at the [Mist Dye] knife at his waist, as if thinking about something.

What Chen Zhian said was his enlightenment on the way of the sword, but it still provided some pointers for Jiang Feiliu.

He stood there thinking.

But the Taoist waved at Chen Zhian.

The two walked side by side for dozens of steps. The Taoist finally stopped and looked at Chen Zhian: "You can learn the sword in the cloud. Your talent in swordsmanship is extraordinary. Even if you are placed on the mountain, there is only one person in the younger generation who is stronger than you.

Chen Zhian... I came from Fujian Mountain. With your talent, why do you need to waste time in Xuantianjing? Why don't you follow me up the mountain and ask for a sword energy as vast as floating clouds, illuminating the world for three hundred miles!"

"Floating Sword Mountain?" Chen Zhian was not too surprised.

When he saw the sword energy hidden in the cloud in the grassland, which lasted for several days, he had already smelled some clues.

Today, this Taoist came and talked with him. They talked about his enlightenment of the way of swordsmanship and the sword momentum in the clouds. How could Chen Zhian not guess where this person came from?

But he still saluted and asked curiously, "Senior, among the younger generation on Floating Sword Mountain, who is the one with the most outstanding swordsmanship?"

The Taoist smiled and said, "His name is [Liu Yaoguang], he is my favorite disciple, ranked 43rd on the Young Tiger Monument, he is a true swordsman prodigy."

Chen Zhian admired him: "What does it take to be called a true swordsman?"

The Taoist smiled even more: "I once taught him the sword intent [Lord of the Clouds], and he only studied it for one day before he understood the sword intent [Lord of the Clouds]. The sword intent went straight up to the clouds, soaring up and down, like an immortal flying a sword.

Later, he cultivated the sword spirit and became the most extraordinary genius on Floating Sword Mountain."

Chen Zhian admired him even more, and said ashamedly: "Elder Cheng of Fujian Mountain wrote a word "sword" for me, plus the sword cloud from the senior, these two opportunities, I have been participating in them for seven or eight days, but I still can't get the point.

Compared to this genius, Chen Zhian is far inferior. "

The Taoist was about to praise his disciple, but suddenly realized something.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he asked Chen Zhian: "You mean, Cheng Jihe only wrote you the word sword? Where is that word now?"

Chen Zhian reached out and took out the piece of straw paper.

The Taoist took the straw paper, opened it and took a look, and suddenly his expression became a little unnatural.

"You mean... you looked at the word [sword] and understood the sword power in the clouds?"

Chen Zhian sighed and said, "The sword power has reached the ninth level, but I still can't comprehend the sword meaning. Compared with the senior disciples, I am like a firefly."

The Taoist looked at the word "sword" carefully...

The word "sword" was written with powerful strokes, with flowing sword energy and a hint of ethereal meaning, concealing many traces of the sword's momentum.

But... just by using this one word "sword", he was able to comprehend the Nine-fold Sword Style?

"Isn't it?"

ps: My child had a fever and was in trouble all night, so it’s a bit late to write this. I read the comments and found that there are still brothers waiting for updates. I’m sorry.

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