Chapter 175 Exchange
Chu Zhiyuan felt his eyes were in a trance.
In a trance, he split into countless people, each of whom practiced a swordsmanship.
Some swordsmanship is excellent, and some swordsmanship is mediocre.
Some swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and some swordsmanship is beautiful.
Some swordsmanship is gentle, and some swordsmanship is ugly.
Some sword skills are like mountains, and some sword skills are like sea.
Some sword skills are like rain, and some sword skills are like lightning.
……
Countless sword techniques appeared in his mind at the same time, almost squeezing his head and exploding. He had a splitting headache and wanted to pass out immediately.
He had never endured such intense pain before. He couldn't bear it and wished he could die right away.
It would be better to die than live like this, let alone live forever.
After a while, these sword skills turned into a ray of light one by one, and were caught by the spiritual light one after another, and then disappeared in the mind.
When he woke up leisurely, he found himself sitting on the Arhat bed, motionless, but his whole body was covered in sweat.
A gust of cold wind blew, making my whole body feel cold.
I was busy trying to do my exercises, but found that my whole body was empty.
He was startled.
Could it be that something happened that caused him to lose all his power and martial arts?
He suddenly broke into cold sweat again.
So the Earth Element Technique was used, and a steady stream of power rose from the earth, penetrated into his feet, and then poured into his Dantian.
Gang Qi circulates around the body again, driving away the cold air.
He shuddered slightly.
"Bang!" The sweat on his clothes was blown away instantly, like a dog's hair being shaken off.
Clothes are instantly clean and dry as if they have been sun-dried.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly felt surprised.
When can I do this?
It seems that there has never been such a subtle vibration before. The vibration of Gang Qi can only fly away some water vapor, but it cannot be so fine and subtle.
He suddenly felt a sense of ease, as if all the energy was under his control. He was meticulous and could control even the most subtle things with ease.
Under this strange feeling, he discovered that the Grand Master was staring at him curiously.
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists and smiled: "I have met my senior."
The old man with white eyebrows and beard hanging down from his shoulders stroked his silver beard and asked with a smile: "The fourth prince, have you mastered the swordsmanship?"
His voice was hoarse, but it was clear, and you could tell he had a cheerful temperament.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Yes."
"Can you practice it for me to show you?" the old man said with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Senior, please forgive me, this junior is going to study this swordsmanship by himself and doesn't want others to see it."
If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they wouldn't even mention this request.
This is taboo.
But this great master just mentioned it and ignored this taboo.
This is what a great master does, acting as he pleases without being constrained.
He is thick-skinned and big-hearted, and pays little attention to or cares about what others think.
"I am always fair and can exchange things." The old man said disappointedly: "I wonder what treasure or elixir the prince wants?"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Senior, do you have Longzhixiang?"
"Longzhixiang..." The old man thought for a moment and said, "I've never heard of it. It must be something from a dragon. It should be of the imperial court's fifth rank or above, right?"
"Five items can be exchanged for it."
"How much?"
"At least a hundred."
"Hey, Fourth Prince, you are really greedy. Do you know who I am?"
"It must be Senior Gu Qingshan."
"You know who the old man is, but you still dare to speak like a lion!" Gu Qingshan laughed and said: "How courageous!"
"Senior Gu, I am the heir, what kind of courage does this require?" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "This junior just thinks that the sword skills I have acquired are worth so much."
"Ten!"
"Senior, you are a great master!" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "And you are the elder of Baiyun Sword Palace!"
"Twenty pieces!" "Is the Grand Master's face only worth twenty pieces?"
"Isn't the Grand Master's face worth eighty coins? I'll give you twenty coins, and the remaining eighty coins will be the face of me, the Grand Master!"
"Senior Gu, one hundred is the minimum!"
"Your Majesty, one hundred coins equals one hundred fifth-grade skills. Don't you think this is outrageous?"
"Senior Gu, forget it. I really don't want to leak this swordsmanship. It is a matter of life and death."
"Actually, you don't want to teach this swordsmanship, so the lion opens his mouth, right?"
"It's not that the lion opened his mouth, it's that my sword technique is worth a hundred fifth-grade skills! ... If your sect can obtain this sword technique, not to mention a hundred fifth-grade techniques, he can even obtain a thousand fifth-grade techniques! ”
"Hey, Your Majesty, you really dare to say that!"
"Senior, if you don't want to, then forget it. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. There is no need to force it!"
"Thirty!"
"Fifty pieces, this is the minimum, and senior owes me a favor, otherwise forget it!"
"...Then I'll have to see it and decide whether it's worth fifty."
"No problem!"
Chu Zhiyuan floated off the bed, pulled out the Qingying Sword, and his expression suddenly became solemn. A clear light suddenly lit up, and then enveloped him.
Only the clear light is visible, but the sword body is not visible.
After a moment, the clear light suddenly stopped, and the Qingying sword was returned to its sheath.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at Gu Qingshan: "Senior, how are you? Is it worth one favor and fifty pieces of dragon fat incense?"
"This swordsmanship..." Gu Qingshan stroked his beard and pondered.
Chu Zhiyuan is not worried that he will not admit his fault.
This sword technique is one of countless sword techniques. It is three points stronger than the Snow Mountain Sword Technique and two points more powerful than the Great Avalanche Sword Technique.
This is already the best swordsmanship in the world.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile, watching him slowly walk down the steps of the palace and came to him. Then he stretched out his hand and the Qingying sword came out of the scabbard and flew into his hand.
The sword light turned into clear light and immediately enveloped him.
Chu Zhiyuan watched intently and nodded repeatedly.
The same sword technique, used in his hands, was two points more powerful.
"Qiang!" Qingying sword turned into a ray of light and shot into the scabbard on Chu Zhiyuan's waist.
It was accurate, but it made him freeze with fear.
If the shot is just a little bit off, it will go into your waist, kidneys or lower abdomen.
This move is too dangerous.
At the same time, he understood that this was Gu Qingshan's small revenge.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" Gu Qingshan stroking his beard sighed with emotion: "As expected of the fourth prince, his understanding is extraordinary and his swordsmanship is amazing!"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Thirteenth uncle originally exchanged a great favor for this opportunity, but in the end he made wedding clothes for your lord. I wonder if my thirteenth uncle will find reason with you, Senior Gu, if he knows about it."
"Haha..." Gu Qingshan laughed and said: "The Thirteenth Master is not your fourth son."
Chu Zhiyuan said: "I am waiting for fifty pieces of dragon fat incense. I will keep the favor for now. Don't deny it to me in the future!"
"Haha, don't worry, I, Gu Qingshan, still keep my word!"
"Then the junior will continue to comprehend."
"In my opinion, let's forget it." Gu Qingshan hurriedly stopped him.
The movement just now was too loud and scary. He was afraid that if Chu Zhiyuan continued to comprehend, it would really cause a big problem.
If there are three long and two short parts of the sword stele, and there are any changes, it will have a great impact on Baiyun Sword Palace, and he, the elder guarding the sword stele, cannot escape the blame.
"Isn't it one day?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
Gu Qingshan said: "Now that you have gained something, it is enough. Are you still not satisfied with this set of swordsmanship? Fourth Prince, don't be too greedy!"
"Alas... If that's the case, then I'll give Senior Gu some face."
"...I still need to thank you, old man?"
"Just give me the dragon's fat incense as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, I can't miss you!" Gu Qingshan hummed: "Huang Yatou, Huang Yatou, come up!"
Huang Shirong appeared flutteringly, clasping her fists and smiling: "Master."
"Send the prince back, don't bring him again."
"Yes." Huang Shirong pursed her lips and smiled.
(End of chapter)