The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 71 My Lord, Please Wait

Where Zhou Yan's divine sense landed, the long sword suddenly hummed.

Accompanied by a deep sword cry, an aura emanated from the sword. The sword, which had previously ignored Zhou Yan, flew out with a whistling sound and landed in front of Zhou Yan, hovering in the air and whistling softly.

???

The sword seemed to sense a familiar feeling.

It clearly has the spirit of an old friend, but somehow it feels like that brat who used to swing himself at people?

The two different spiritual auras made it impossible for the magic sword, which was primarily focused on the spiritual aura, to determine which one it belonged to.

The sheathed magic sword circled around Zhou Yan like a bird.

The sword was still in its sheath.

However, even with its sheath still attached, this sword exudes a strong wind-attribute magical power. Previously, Zhou Yan had simply swung it roughly and smashed it against others. This fighting style stemmed from Zhou Yan's simple and effective thought process.

It is known that his magic power cannot activate the magic sword.

It is also known that a strong storm is swirling around the sword and its scabbard.

Therefore, we arrive at the conclusion.

Simply smash the sword, still sheathed, into the enemy's face; it's equivalent to casting a spell on their face. The logic is sound, and there's no problem using it.

This time, Zhou Yan could clearly feel the excitement emanating from the sword. The wind swirling around the scabbard no longer resisted Zhou Yan but could be manipulated. Zhou Yan flicked his finger and tapped the scabbard of the magic sword.

The sound of swords clashing resounded.

A gust of wind exploded out, condensing and cleaving out.

Just like Bihen's magic, an invisible sword aura shot out in a swirling motion, embedding itself directly into a tree. The tree shook violently, as the invisible sword aura cut very deep, leaving a smooth, mirror-like surface.

Zhou Yan said, "Now this is truly usable..."

Zhou Yan thought about the old man's unrestrained and unrestrained swordsmanship.

He gripped the sword and took a deep breath.

The magical power of the beacon tower flowed into the sword.

The sword hummed violently.

The flying crane on the scabbard lit up, accompanied by a faint, clear sword ringing sound. The sword trembled violently and moved outward, with wisps of the blade emerging from the scabbard, clear and menacing.

boom! ! !
Just as the sword left its sheath, it was as if a sealed beast had opened its eyes. A fierce gust of wind spread out, and within a ten-foot radius around Zhou Yan, a visible gale gathered, transforming into a whirlwind.

The grass on the ground lay flat, and dust and gravel were swept up.

The whistling sound was somewhat piercing.

When Zhou Yan's magic power was exhausted, the sword was suddenly sheathed. The storm instantly spread in all directions, the surrounding trees shook violently, and leaves fell one after another. Zhou Yan was panting heavily, and sweat was seeping from his forehead.

"The sword cannot be drawn yet."

"Is it that the beacon's magical power is insufficient, or is it because a ninth-rank Xuan official is inherently unable to wield this sword?"

Zhou Yan abandoned his plan to draw his sword.

This sword can only be used with its sheath still attached.

But this time, Zhou Yan finally didn't swing it like a large blade to slash.

Blade Spirit was already extremely happy.

The sword landed happily next to Zhou Yan, nuzzling against the boy's palm, becoming much more obedient.

Then the sword rang out again.

It's as if it's saying, "Again, again!"

Does that mean I lose all my magic power?
Zhou Yan's lips twitched. He gripped the sword hilt, and even with the scabbard, he could still unleash that sword strike. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he could clearly feel his own magical power rapidly recovering with the help of the earth's veins.

Zhou Yan now possesses a magic sword, which means that the biggest problem for the Ninth-Rank Xuan Guan Beacon Tower—its ability to fight at long range—has been solved. However, he still longs for the feeling of wielding a horizontal sword in battle.

I need to get a knife.

………………

After waking up, Li Zhiwei exhaled, organized her thoughts and the things she needed to do, patted her cheeks, deliberately brought out a large table, spread out a scroll, dipped it in thick ink, and began to paint.

She didn't avoid anyone, and coincidentally, there was a beautiful woman in the Prince of Guangping's mansion who liked to come and 'trouble' Li Zhiwei whenever she had nothing to do, so she also came over to take a look. However, seeing that Li Zhiwei seemed to be engrossed in painting, she didn't disturb her.

Li Zhiwei picked up his brush and painted a picture on the scroll in a very short time. When Consort Cui saw the picture, the mountains were faintly visible in the background, and a young swordsman held a knife in his hand. His face was slightly blurred and had not been painted.

The brushstrokes are extremely free and unrestrained, showing the style of a master.

Consort Cui examined the painting, clapped her hands gently, and smiled:
"It's beautifully drawn."

"I heard that you didn't like musical instruments back then. Of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, you only loved painting."

"The sage then sent a tutor to teach you painting."

She stuffed a grape into Li Zhiwei's mouth, and seeing the fine sweat on the girl's temples, she was in high spirits and started painting. Actually, it was quite strenuous, and Li Zhiwei didn't have any martial arts skills, so her temples were all wet.

Consort Cui subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her, but then stopped.

I'm not feeling sorry for her.

Cui Fei flicked her finger on Li Zhiwei's forehead, eliciting an angry glare from the girl. Without changing her expression, she asked, "What was your teacher's name again?"

Li Zhiwei bit off a grape and replied, "My master is Wu Daozi."

She put so much effort into every word she spoke.

Consort Cui smiled and said, "Oh, right, it was His Majesty's tutor, Dr. Wu Daozi, who taught you to paint. Later, when you and your mother were in Luoyang, Dr. Wu Daozi also wandered around Luoyang after he resigned from his official post. It seems that you met again after that. But why did you suddenly want to paint?"

She deliberately found fault.

Li Zhiwei said, "I just had a dream in which a mountain god slayed demons and monsters. After I woke up, I had a feeling that I should draw the portrait of the mountain god before the dream faded away."

Consort Cui examined the mountain god in the painting, shook her head, and deliberately found fault, saying:

"Not like."

Li Zhiwei retorted, "How is it not similar?"

Consort Cui pointed to the portrait:

“Your appearance is that of a mountain god in a dream, but whether it’s the use of lines or the character’s spirit, it’s the door god painting that Wu Daozi repainted back then. You’ve incorporated the spirit of the door god Qin Qiong, the Duke of Yi, into it.”

"Back then, Emperor Wen and Emperor Taizong were sages who fought all their lives. Later, the resentment of those who died on the battlefield came to disturb Your Majesty's peaceful sleep. It was Duke Yuchi and Duke Qin who guarded the gate for Your Majesty, so no one dared to disturb you."

"That's why these two were painted as door gods."

"Later I heard that the Jinghe River dragon vein wanted to interfere with the fate of the human world. The God of War was ill, but he still picked up his sword and went there in person. In the end, the Jinghe River stopped causing trouble. As for Guanyin Bodhisattva in Buddhism, she avoided using the name of His Majesty the Sage."

"They were stripped of the word 'worldly,' and only dared to call themselves Guanyin."

Emperor Taizong of Tang was a man of great ambition and power.

Even the most revered Bodhisattva in Buddhism had to change their name when facing Emperor Taizong.

"Which household in the Tang Dynasty doesn't have a door god painting?"

"You can tell just by looking at the boy's posture and movements."

"You're still imitating your teacher."

"brat."

Consort Cui smiled and tapped Li Zhiwei's nose.

She was smiling.

But it was mockery.

Li Zhiwei did this on purpose, but smiled slightly:
"Your Majesty is right. My drawing is still a little lacking. However, Your Majesty also feels that the spirit of the mountain god who vanquishes demons and protects the region is exactly the same as the spirit of the Duke of Yi who guarded His Majesty's gate and cleansed away evil spirits back then!"

"My painting is not good because the divine will is the same."

"That's why we were affected."

"???"

Consort Cui felt like she had fallen into a trap, but it was rare to see the little guy give in.

"You're really stubborn."

"However, what you said makes sense, it's quite interesting, very good!"

Consort Cui examined the painting. Li Zhiwei had no martial arts skills, but her painting skills had finally caught the eye of the inner-school scholar Wu Daozi.

This painting has divine intent!
It contains a wisp of the divine will of the door god Qin Shubao, but this portrait of the boy can bear it.

Could it really be the mountain god?
On this day, the story of Princess Li Zhiwei dreaming of the mountain god and even drawing it spread. This was because when the princess was born, the Zhongnan Mountains were shrouded in mist and clouds, and she was given a name by a sage. Therefore, dreaming of the mountain god was actually an auspicious omen.

The princess, being of a gentle nature, had the painting engraved and distributed to the surrounding people.

It is said to be a mountain god, and may be able to ward off evil spirits.

The people accepted the painting, pasted it in their homes, and also offered incense as a sacrifice.

The young mountain god, whose face was not clearly visible, combined the divine power of the Tang Dynasty door gods and seemed to be able to ward off evil spirits. In fact, based on Li Zhiwei's deduction, many people subconsciously attributed their recent good fortune to this portrait.

It was half true and half false, slowly spreading outwards, with a faint sense of mystery accumulating within it.

It just doesn't have a specific direction yet, hence the faint scent of incense.

We haven't been able to find a target to converge on yet.

The day of convergence will bring forth a raging storm.

………………

Zhou Yan traveled day and night.

They were finally approaching Wugong Town, but the autumn rains were heavy and the Jing River ahead was turbulent, so they needed to find a boatman. Shen Cangming said he was going to buy some medicinal herbs, while Zhou Yan carried his sword and picked some edible things, intending to use the power of the Kitchen God to cook something delicious.

The giant python of the Jing River lurked, watching Zhou Yan.

He had promised his old friend that he would stir up the waves and throw Zhou Yan and the others into the water, so he came in person to see what was going on with this young man. After thinking for a moment, he transformed into an old man and took the initiative to speak, smiling as he called out:

"My dear, my dear."

"Please wait, my lord."

(End of this chapter)