Chapter 182 The prototype of sword cultivation
Lin Shan took out the elder token that was given to him by the Supreme Elder Nightingale at the Nightingale headquarters of Bowang Marquis in Bianliang, the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty.
Ma Jiansheng took the frosting in his hand for a long time and sighed. It seemed to bring back long-lasting memories, and he was stunned for a while.
Yin Wuming and the Black Skeleton Demon Lord next to him stood there blankly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. What kind of ecstasy soup did this boy pour into Ma Jian Sheng? And what is so magical about that sword manual that makes Sword Master Ma so excited?
"Unexpectedly, today is a double blessing. Not only did I get the evil-fighting sword manual, but I also met a fellow member of the same organization." Ma Jian Sheng couldn't help but be filled with emotion, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
Then he chatted with Lin Shan about home affairs: "Where are you from in southern Xinjiang?"
Lin Shan: "The younger generation is from Qinghe County."
Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I am from Zangda County, and I was born next door."
Lin Shan: "This junior also joined the Nightingale Division of Zangda County."
Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I later became the helmsman of Guangnan County, and I was also next door."
Lin Shan: "This junior's evil sword technique was found in Xianggao County."
Ma Jiansheng sighed: "It's a pity that I mistakenly believed the rumors and searched in vain for ten years in Guangnan County next door!"
Lin Shan: "I later went to the Nightingale Headquarters in Bianliang, the imperial capital, and became the elder of the Keqing family by chance."
Ma Jiansheng couldn't help but nod: "Later, I also went to the capital to report on my work, and it was logical that I was promoted from helmsman to innate elder."
The two suddenly fell silent, looked at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing as if they had a clear understanding.
"Hahaha!!!"
This unexpected surprise startled the Black Skeleton Demon Lord and Yin Wuming next to them, thinking what was wrong with these two people? Why do you all like to do this?
As for Lin Shan and Ma Jiansheng, a pair of secret codes, there was no doubt in their hearts that such unhealthy practices must be members of the Nightingale organization.
After verifying their identities, the two cherished each other. Lin Shan took out a bunch of props from the storage space, handed them a tea, and performed the apprenticeship ceremony.
Ma Jiansheng lifted him up with both hands and couldn't help but say "Okay, okay" three times in succession, while giving kind instructions.
"Since you have become my personal disciple and will travel around the world in the future, if you encounter a formidable enemy that is difficult to stop, you might as well report the name of my Sword Master Ma Yuanjue. Maybe I can save your life. Remember this!"
Lin Shan looked solemn, as if he wanted to keep these words in his heart.
"Master, don't worry. In the future, my disciple will travel in the world of cultivation. No matter where he goes, he will definitely carry forward the name of master's sword master and make our line of sword masters famous all over the world!"
Ma Jiansheng couldn't help but nod after hearing this. He felt that this apprentice was really on the right track. He still had such ambition. Coupled with his qualifications and understanding, he might be able to catch up with him in the future.
Of course, if he knew that Lin Shan was a troublemaker, no matter where he went, he would never accept him as his disciple.
But at least for now, Ma Jiansheng is satisfied with everything about him.
The two masters and apprentices were chatting and laughing here, but Yin Wuming and the Black Skull Demon Lord next to them felt extremely cold. The former felt that his life was in danger, while the latter was upset that he had missed the innate spiritual treasure.
A large group of demon monks saw that someone had become a personal disciple and that they had no hope of escaping. They couldn't help but feel discouraged and secretly thought about other ways to escape.
The orthodox monks who were watching the show on the other side were also very surprised. They did not expect that Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace failed to be selected. Instead, he was broken out by Lin Shan, a dark horse, and they kept talking among themselves.
Anyway, they were very leisurely. As long as they didn't offend the three personalities in the red-robed young man, they could just wait for reinforcements.
Lin Shan, on the other hand, chatted with Ma Jiansheng about the customs and customs of southern Xinjiang. When fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they have endless topics to talk about.
But when they talked about the "Evil Sword Manual", Lin Shan was a little worried. Is this newly worshiped master really going to commit suicide?
Ma Jiansheng smiled casually and told him that he was just curious and could learn from it, and had no interest in being a sissy.
Lin Shan breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, Ma Jiansheng mentioned that as far as he knew, the "Evil Sword Manual" was just a castrated version of the "Sunflower Book", and he would have to practice the full version if he wanted to practice it.
This time, Lin Shan was shocked!
Is there really a "Sunflower Collection"? You must know that the "Evil Sword Technique" is already an innate martial arts, so wouldn't the "Sunflower Collection" be a cultivation sword technique?
I just don’t know its level, whether it’s a spell or magical power.
Ma Jiansheng's eyes were dark, and he said that even if he searched all over the world in his life, he would definitely find the complete version of "Sunflower Book", and the will contained in it could not be shaken.
Lin Shan is a little bit annoyed. Why do you always think about those "things that you can only learn in the palace" when you have nothing to do?
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As the night passed, the sky turned white.
The red-robed young man was shocked, Ma Jiansheng retreated behind the scenes, and the martial arts instructor came back online.
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, the years rush me"
Everyone couldn't help but get excited as soon as there was a loud roar, remembering the fear of being dominated by the boxing training yesterday, they quickly stood up in two teams without waiting for arrangements, and each of them pulled up their boxing racks and opened their swings automatically.
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The martial arts instructor's tone was stagnant, and the rest of his words were stillborn.
Then he saw Lin Shan standing next to him, so he sent him to the front of the team to continue being the foreman, teaching everyone the essence and skills of boxing.
Everyone was so jealous that this kid not only became the direct disciple of "Ma Jian Sheng", he was also the popular figure of "Martial Instructor". He already had two of three points in the world, who could compete with him?
However, Yin Wuming has not given up yet. He is originally a genius of the devil, with a tough and strong mind. Although he hit a wall with the "Horse Sword Master" last night, he is not discouraged.
With his talent and talents, he might be able to find another way to please the "martial arts leader" today, which might be another way to survive by then.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance.
Because at this time, another group of monks visited here on the horizon, but this time they were not passing by, but came here deliberately.
A huge spiritual consciousness swept over everyone in the forest. Goosebumps broke out on everyone's bodies. They felt that the vitality of the world around them was boiling, and then the sound of thunder and urn shook the sky and the earth.
"I am the leader of Tiancan Peak in the Beast Control Valley, True Lord Huntuo. How dare you detain the elders of our sect's outer sect!"
Hearing this sound, everyone suddenly looked up.
The orthodox monks were all overjoyed. They did not expect that the great masters from the Yuan Ying stage of Yushou Valley would come so quickly. The elder of the outer sect, Pei Zhenren, had just been captured yesterday morning, and today a great master came to rescue him.
Lin Shan was originally overjoyed last night, thinking that after the "Ma Jian Sheng" suppressed the other two for two days, he would be able to escape with him, but he didn't expect the Righteous Power to react so quickly!
No wonder Pei Zhenren was so popular back then and claimed to be able to block himself from so many troubles. It turned out that there was a Nascent Soul stage boss backing him up in the Beast Control Valley.
In fact, this Zhenjun Huntuo of the Beast Control Valley is really the ancestor of Zhenren Pei's lineage. In addition, he was nearby, so he rushed over after hearing the news.
The faces of the demonic monks were pale, and they all turned to look at the martial arts leader, wondering if he could stop the Nascent Soul Stage monk.
The martial arts leader had a calm expression on his face, looking ahead in silence, but his whole body was filled with momentum, and huge coercion radiated out, faintly rivaling the power of the sky. The moment Lord Huntuo arrived, he saw a group of people in the forest, including Zhenren Pei and other members of the Beast Control Valley Sect, as well as both good and evil parties and the red-robed young man.
"Lei Yinzi, regardless of the overall situation of the Righteous Alliance, you brazenly detained members of our sect, affected the strategic blockade of the eastern coast, and delayed the fighter plane to indirectly release a large number of defeated demonic forces. I will take you down for the time being. Let's see what will happen to the wise old masters of the Zixiao Sect in the future. Say it!”
The elders of the Zixiao Sect didn't seem to spread the scandal of Lei Yinzi's death everywhere, so even the Nascent Soul Stage monks in the Beast Control Valley were kept in the dark.
A sky-covering cuff shrouded down, as if it was going to take away everyone on the scene. At this time, everyone's cultivation was blocked, and there was no way to escape or resist. They could only watch the cuff getting bigger and bigger.
"Since I am the appointed leader of the family, how can I allow you to harm the younger members of the family?"
The martial arts leader quickly took action to block the "World in His Sleeve" style just now, then jumped up into the sky and started fighting with Zhenjun Huntuo.
Everyone watched with fear, the sea of vitality in the sky was stirring, countless insects covered the sky and the sun, and fist shadows flew in all directions. The two people fought to trigger a huge vision, and gusts of wind pressed the forest sea below to bend down.
Immediately afterwards, everyone could see a rain of insects falling from the sky, and unknown insect corpses fell down one after another. However, Zhenjun Hutuo of the Beast Control Valley didn't care. It seemed that these insects were nothing more than a drop in the bucket to him. .
A full quarter of an hour passed, and the vision in the sky disappeared, and Zhenjun Huntuo was injured and escaped.
The martial arts leader landed in ragged clothes and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that both sides were hurt in this battle. Then he staggered and made no sound. He was too exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Instead, the body was taken over by "Master Cen".
"There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat."
Everyone below was shocked and confused. They didn't expect that the martial arts leader could actually be tied with the Yuan Ying stage monks of the righteous way. However, in the end it seemed unsustainable and they could only withdraw from the pit and let Master Cen step in.
However, after yesterday's torture, when everyone saw the substitution, they immediately sat cross-legged, looking like they were listening quietly and waiting for class.
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Mr. Cen's tone faltered, and the rest of his words were stillborn.
Yin Wuming has not given up on saving himself at this time. The Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Beast Control Valley have already appeared, so more Yuanying Stage monks will arrive in the future. If he does not seize the time, he may really have no chance!
Fortunately, before I joined the Black Lotus Sect, I came from a scholarly family in the distant country of Lu. The culture of the country of Lu was prosperous and was everywhere in schools. Although I was tired of literature and fond of martial arts when I was young, I was more or less influenced by what I heard and saw, and I could still memorize it. Some Confucian classics.
Next, Yin Wuming tried his best to express himself, assisted and cooperated with Master Cen in citing scriptures, and barely helped with the little ink in his chest. Finally, he was appreciated by Master Cen, and he appreciated him more and more.
Yin Wuming was excited. He knew that only by tying up one personality would he have a chance of survival. As for the final battle between the three personalities for dominance, he could also find a way to provide some external support.
However, he was about to gain the trust of Master Cen.
It was already noon, and another group of righteous monks flew in from the west. It seemed that they also came here specially.
"I am the leader of Mangdang Mountain in Qianyun Pavilion, True Monarch Liuyun. Which fellow Taoist deliberately blocks the monks of the Righteous Path Alliance here?"
Everyone looked up again and found that this time there was another Nascent Soul stage monk. One had just arrived in the morning, and another one had arrived at noon. The efficiency of the righteous camp was really fast!
The Zhengdao people in the forest were once again excited. They had always believed that the Zhengdao elders would never forget to save them no matter how busy they were. This was indeed the case.
Everyone in the Demon Dao looked at Master Cen again in a panic, not knowing whether this master was as good as a martial arts leader and whether he could stop the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
Mr. Cen said nothing. Although the old man had few words in his mind, as a teacher, he should stand up and protect the safety of his students. It was his duty to do so!
"Boom boom boom~"
The fighting started again in the sky, and everyone in the forest was nervously lying on the ground watching the battle, with mixed emotions in their hearts, wishing that this battle would end soon.
A quarter of an hour later, Lord Liuyun was injured and left. Master Cen came back and coughed up blood, and was forced to return to the body to recuperate. Sword Master Ma Yuanjue appeared again.
"If God had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night!"
No one deliberately tried to please him during the opening remarks this time, because they knew that this person had no desire to control and that his position as a direct disciple was gone, so no matter how much they tried to please him, it would be of no use.
Yin Wuming was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally felt completely despairing.
He really tried his best, but the reinforcements from Zhengdao came so quickly, disrupting his plans again and again.
Ma Jiansheng, on the other hand, sat quietly cross-legged, seemingly taking advantage of the other two personalities to launch rounds of attacks, trying to suppress them as soon as possible, remove their obsessions, and regain their freedom.
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Night, midnight.
Three streams of fire streaked across the sky again, followed by a large piece of escaping light.
This time, three True Lords came from Zhengdao, and they also personally brought a group of monks to suppress the formation.
And these three are none other than the three Nascent Soul elders of Zixiao Sect who had just had a fight with the Protector Dharma King a few days ago.
Everyone in Zhengdao finally couldn't help but cheer. Seniors from Zhengdao came hand in hand, this wave is stable!
Everyone in the Demon Dao lowered their heads and said nothing, their eyes dim, as if they had already accepted their fate.
Ma Jiansheng opened his eyes and sighed expressionlessly, as if talking to himself.
"You two pedantic people still don't allow me to leave at this time. You insist on protecting the younger members of the family and students. You are really stubborn.
That’s all, who made me promise you before?”
He took out a red sword, his eyes were still, and the sword intentions around him began to converge, and the sounds of gold and iron "clanged", as if there was a giant dragon hidden in his body that was slowly waking up.
The three Nascent Soul Elders of the Zixiao Sect in the sky have already flown in. They already understood that the red-robed young man in front of them was no longer Lei Yinzi, and they also knew the difficulty of the "Protect King", so they used all their strength as soon as they took action.
A mighty Milky Way rolls in, as if it washes away all the sins in the world. Everything it passes is filled with ants, and its source is directed at the red-robed young man below.
On this chilly and desolate night, Ma Jiansheng looked up at the end of the Milky Way, the bright moon that had been hanging high since ancient times.
He recalled the scenes in the past, singing and fencing in Daze in southern Xinjiang, hitting the stream at the water gate of Wu Gorge, galloping on horseback to test the sword on the ancient road in the Western Wilderness, and dining in the snow in the northern ice field.
Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time, and who on the river bank shines on them for the first time.
"Buzz~"
The dull sword chants gradually connected from low to high, and along with the repeated echoes in the forest, they formed a melody of fighting and iron horses, which rippled in everyone's hearts.
At that moment, his slender figure seemed to stand tall against the sky and the earth, showing the iron bones of a martial arts swordsman.
A chivalrous man, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, being loyal and courageous, roaming freely all over the world, wielding a sword to the end of the world.
A sharp and fierce sword intent rose from the ground, and countless torrents of vitality began to gather between heaven and earth, and the astonishing will contained in it was like a volcanic eruption.
When a knight-errant has the power of an immortal cultivator, what kind of sparks will emerge from the combination of "immortal" and "xia", the blending of "power" and "intention"?
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Waterfall surged forward, the figure merged with the sword and went upstream, rushing into the rolling torrent without hesitation, just like a moth flying into the fire with an egg hitting a stone. With a deafening explosion, a circle of red and blue two A colored ring-shaped shock wave suddenly spread between the sky and the earth.
That moment was so blazing and bright that it seemed like eternity.
Everyone on the field stared blankly, feeling a sense of sadness in their hearts for no reason. The next moment, they suddenly realized that their cultivation level had been restored, and the seal had loosened and disappeared when the sword light reached the sky
(End of chapter)