Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The master of internal force who can kill people with just a drop of water, have you ever heard of me...riding a horse across Yanshan Mountain?

Even though I know it... this is just too damn exciting.

Yan Qiren's long braid was cut off by Gu Zian's sword, and his hair was disheveled. He wanted to drink a lot of wine and fight to the death with the bandit leader immediately.

Erya blinked and looked away from Gu Zian's body, but she didn't seem panicked.

She looked at Yan Qiren, who was breathing heavily and had a heroic spirit, and a sense of desire emerged in her young heart.

Born as human beings, why do she and her grandfather have to be oppressed and struggle to survive?

As a woman, He Lu can also roam the world with a sword in hand, so why can't she?

The one-armed swordsman with an empty left sleeve didn't notice the burning gaze of a little girl at all. He looked at Yan Qiren, who seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac, with worry in his eyes.

She couldn't figure out what Jiang Ran's purpose was in doing this.

To put it nicely, Yan Qiren is a knight who travels around the world. To put it bluntly, he is just a poor man with no place to live and nothing worth coveting.

The news about the Moro Sutra was half true and half false, not to mention that Jiang Ran already had amazing internal strength, so there was no need for him to seek the martial arts that were rumored to be able to cultivate internal strength.

Therefore, Jiang Ran’s purpose is very puzzling.

It would not be too exaggerated to say that he broke into Yanshan alone, after all, he was a master of internal force who could kill people with just a drop of water.

Letting Yan Qiren go is almost equivalent to sending him to his death.

If the other party really wants to take someone's life, it would probably be just a drop of water or a leaf. There's no need to go through so much trouble.

Unable to figure out Jiang Ran's intention, He Lu did not dare to speak out as frankly as before. She just looked back and forth at the two of them with worry, trying to infer some "truth."

"I know you have doubts."

Jiang Ran raised his eyes to look at Yan Qiren and interrupted him before he could speak, "There's no need to ask more."

"A horse crossing Yanshan is the past in my memory, and the future is destined for you."

Yan Qiren couldn't tell whether there was any fluctuation in his words, and when he met those deep eyes, he didn't ask any further questions.

……

The wind blew a leaf off, and it swayed slightly in the moonlight, just like a boat in the water.

Jiang Ran stood with his hands behind his back, following the trajectory of the leaf with his eyes, and asked softly after it fell to the ground.

"Yan Qiren, do you know what true martial arts is?"

"Please give me your guidance." Yan Qiren's eyes were solemn. The guidance of the master of internal force was something that no one in the martial arts world could refuse.

Before the sound faded away in the wind, Jiang Ran was seen bending down and picking up a dead branch from the ground.

Soon, the most amazing scenery in the world appeared in Yan Qi's eyes.

The dead branches turned into dancing elves in the night, and every leap made the night a little brighter.

The leaves all over the sky are floating under the moon, in the wind, in Yan Qiren’s memory.

This is what he has seen in this life.

The most brilliant sword.

Cut his heart and soul into thousands of pieces.

"One sword, the beauty blooms."

Jiang Ran's indifferent voice rang out along with the dead branch that fell to the ground after he let go.

Yan Qiren felt as if his mind was pulled back from the sky in an instant. He turned around to look, but Jiang Ran was no longer there.

All I saw were broken leaves like snow, covering the sky and the earth.

……

The long river is cold with mist, and it is cold even without frost.

Jiang Ran stood in the bone-chilling river water. The water had already reached above his knees and was rushing back and forth, but his body did not move at all.

There were water chestnuts growing thickly in the water, so he plucked one.

He waited from noon to sunset, and when Yan Qi, who was beside him, was already shivering, he finally lifted his legs and walked towards the shore.

"Mr. Jiang?" Yan Qiren was slightly stunned. He looked at the thin figure turning around and called out in a low voice.

Jiang Ran didn't respond and went straight ashore and left.

"Second sword, the water is calm."

A voice as calm as water came from far away, and Yan Qiren looked down belatedly.

The river was no longer as turbulent as before, as if it had been split into countless calm trickles.

……

"Mr. Jiang."

Yan Qiren bowed and his expression had changed greatly compared to three days ago.

He initially regarded Jiang Ran as a peer and a master he tried to win over, but after Di Shui killed someone and saved his life, he became very respectful to him. Now, he even regarded him as a senior and treated him as a disciple.

If Jiang Ran hadn't been unwilling, he would have even wanted to call him Master.

If internal strength is also divided into different realms, then the two swords displayed by Jiang Ran are probably no less powerful than Yuan Wentian, the Master of the Moro Sword, who lived for more than three decades and dominated the martial arts world for a hundred years.

It is definitely not the realm of ordinary people.

Jiang Ran pointed to a stone bench nearby and said casually, "Sit down."

Yan Qiren didn't bother to be polite. After he sat down, he called out to the room, "He Lu, boil some water."

Erya stood at the threshold in a blue jacket that was made smaller than her size, and looked much more cheerful. "Master Yan, please stop ordering Sister He around. I can boil the water."

When there was no more talking in the room, Jiang Ran asked with a puzzled look, "Today, can you believe what I said before?"

Yan Qiren naturally understood what he was asking. Thinking of the two sword skills that were close to the Tao, although he only remembered the basics, he dared to say that he was on par with all the heroes in the world. He nodded heavily.

"Mr. Jiang has been very kind to me, and I will pass on my sword to you. Even if it is a dangerous place, I will still try my best to break through."

Jiang Ran shook his head imperceptibly, "It's not a den of dragons or tigers, but just a nest of rats and ants."

"Yan Qi Ren." He stood up, his voice a little deeper.

"Here!" Yan Qiren, whose name was called, stood up reflexively and answered in a voice as loud as a bell.

"The so-called martial arts, the way comes first, and the martial arts comes second."

Jiang Ran looked into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Swords and blades, fists and weapons, are all vain."

“Only by facing your true heart can you glimpse the path to the Tao.”

With every sentence, Jiang Ran's speech speed increased, completely ignoring whether the other party understood or not.

After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pointed a finger at the forehead of Yan Qiren, who looked a little confused.

"Three swords, no barrier heart."

There was no sound, no movement. Jiang Ran placed his finger on his forehead. Everything seemed to be still, except for the wind.

The vast divine soul was unable to exert any power. It just trembled for a moment, and when it fell into Yan Qi's heart, it was like a huge and terrifying wave.

His mind leaped into the sky in an instant, leaped through the clouds, pierced the sky, and did not stop until finally a touch of blue appeared in his eyes, flashing with beautiful light.

Yan Qiren originally thought that he was very familiar with this world, but now he is filled with endless doubts.

How am I in relation to heaven and earth?

But it's just a drop in the ocean, a mayfly's life.

Thinking of this, my mind fell from the sky somewhere, fell into the blue, broke through the clouds, returned to dust again, and fell into my body.

Yan Qiren came back to his senses in a daze, opened his eyes unfocused, and after a moment he realized that it was already late at night.

He turned his body madly and paced back and forth, round and round tirelessly.

Not until he finally calmed down did he rush towards the figure beside the stone table that seemed to have never moved, and knelt heavily on the ground, his voice so hoarse as if he had not stopped talking for three days and three nights.

"Mr. Jiang, what is that?"

Jiang Ran stood up, brushed off his sleeves, and said softly, "Open your eyes and see the world."