Chapter 190 The affirmation from Heavenly Sword
Linjiang City, Lingling Airport.
A tall and handsome man took off his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, looked around with a pair of starry eyes, and looked at the familiar hometown in front of him.
"This will last three years!"
Yunyuan sighed.
"I don't know how my uncle and cousin are doing."
After returning from his studies, he had great respect for his uncle who had taken care of him since childhood. He lost his parents when he was young. If he hadn't been adopted by his uncle, how would he be today?
The kindness of raising someone must be repaid.
Of course, Yunyuan is also a little happy to return to his hometown with wealth at this moment: "If my uncle and cousin learn that I have become a martial arts master, they will be very surprised, right? It's a pity that I can't tell them my true identity."
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Yunyuan is not a simple person. After graduating from university, he has been promoted to a professional martial arts master, but his qualifications are not amazing and can only be regarded as ordinary excellence.
However, during a cave exploration, when he encountered a crisis, his bloodline suddenly awakened, and he was eventually spotted by the Rain Master, one of the six skills of Xinshaliu, so he became his disciple.
After three years of hard training, he has been promoted from the second level of professional training to seven levels in a row. Not long ago, he was able to penetrate the world and reach the sky in one step, becoming a genuine martial arts master.
Now that he is back, it is actually the rain master who ordered him to sit in Linjiang and take over the affairs of the Xinshaliu organization in the entire southern Hunan.
With the power in hand, Yunyuan naturally wanted to repay his uncle for his upbringing: "Uncle has become the president of the Linjiang Chamber of Commerce in the past few years. If there is any trouble in business in the future, I will help if I can." ”
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure. His face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he froze on the spot.
In sight, there was an old man with a childish face and white hair. Every strand of hair was neatly combed. He was thin and tall, with a gentle and jade-like expression. Except for the clothes on his body, which were a little more luxurious, he seemed to be different from the ordinary old man. There is no difference.
However, Yunyuan broke into a cold sweat and was extremely nervous.
Just because this old man is one of the martial saints who stands at the top of the martial arts world in Dongji Kingdom. He has reached the seventh level of heaven and is known as the contemporary "Sword of Heaven" Sikong Jingming!
Sikong Jingming took his granddaughter out of the airport. At this time, a special car had been waiting for a long time.
"Grandpa, people from the Linjiang Yuan family are here."
"Yeah."
Suddenly, Sikong Jingming stopped and looked at Yunyuan, who instantly tensed up.
Sikong Xingyan didn’t know why: “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”
Sikong Jingming's eyes only fell on Yunyuan for a few seconds, as if he had seen him through and through, then he turned and smiled at his granddaughter: "It's nothing, I just met an interesting little guy."
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xingyan also glanced in Yunyuan's direction, but saw nothing.
After the grandfather and grandson left, Yun Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's such a scary look, but it probably wasn't directed at me. I'm really lucky."
Yunyuan was quite worried at first. After all, Sikong Jingming was one of the "Five Elders" of Shengang Dao, and his swordsmanship was at its peak.
He was just a master-level expert with a sinister heart, and he had not violated any laws of heaven. He was not worthy of being killed by a martial saint of Shengang Dao himself.
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"Grandpa, why are you coming to this small place to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year? Do we have any relatives in Linjiang City?"
In the back seat of the car, Sikong Xingyan looked at the unfamiliar scene outside the car window with a puzzled expression.
The Sikong clan of Dijing is one of the famous "Ten surnames of Jiwu" in the martial arts world of Dongji Kingdom.
The so-called Jiwu Ten Surnames refer to the ten martial arts families with the most noble bloodlines and the most powerful strength in Dongji Kingdom.
The Qi family where Qi Shengtian belongs and the Sikong family where Sikong Jingming belongs are both one of them.
Sikong Jingming smiled and said casually: "I received news that a young man with extremely talented swordsmanship recently appeared in Linjiang City, so I wanted to come and see for myself."
"Is it Sister Yunxi?"
When Xu Yunxi was mentioned, Sikong Xingyan's eyes lit up, her expression full of admiration.
After all, the number of strong women in the martial arts world is relatively small, and those as outstanding as Xu Yunxi are even rarer. Therefore, even Sikong Xingyan became her little fan after watching Xu Yunxi's competition.
"Not her."
"Ah, who is that?"
"If the rumors are true, the young genius I want to meet is probably more qualified than Xu Yunxi."
"Is it better than Senior Brother Jianshu?"
Sikong Xingyan became more and more curious about the young swordsman genius mentioned by her grandfather. After all, among the people she had ever met, Li Jianshu's talent was the most amazing and unparalleled in the world.
"It's not known yet, but it will soon be confirmed whether the rumors are true."
Sikong Jingming is not in a hurry at all. After all, Dongji Kingdom is so big and Shengang Dao can discover many martial arts geniuses every year. He has even seen martial arts geniuses who have awakened their special bloodline since birth.
For example, Li Jianshu is.
At first, it was Sikong Jingming who came to visit him in person, and finally accepted Li Jianshu as his disciple, and taught him swordsmanship carefully, creating a good story about master and apprentice.
But in the past month, the changes in the Qianlong Ranking and the increasingly exaggerated rumors in Hunan Province have made Sikong Jingming unable to sit still and wanted to come over to find out in person.
Linjiang Yuan Family Mansion, when they learned that Sikong Jingming was coming, Yuan Tianlang and Yuan Chengye, father and son, were very nervous. Yuan Jingfei also stood aside, full of expectations: "Grandpa, father, Tianjian is really coming to our house to pay New Year's greetings. ”
Her mood at the moment was really exciting, and she even felt a bit relieved to finally exhale and raise her eyebrows.
Just yesterday, her father and grandfather actually bowed their heads to Ye Qingzhou, and even took out many precious and rare things as gifts, in order to make up for the loss she had made with Ye Qingzhou.
This made Yuan Jingfei very unhappy. How could she blame herself for what happened back then?
It's obviously Qin Haoyu who is useless!
Who knew that he, number six on the Hidden Dragon List, could be so good?
Secondly, Ye Qingzhou was too stingy. Although he was a boy, he was not generous at all. He neglected himself because of such a trivial matter, which made his family worried.
She didn't know Ye Qingzhou's amazing achievements in the past few days, but she just felt that her family bowed to Ye Qingzhou because of this incident, which made her lose face.
Now that the Heavenly Sword has arrived, Yuan Jingfei has regained her confidence as the proud daughter of a martial arts family.
Yuan Chengye looked at his father Yuan Tianlang: "Dad, what kind of person is Tianjian?"
Yuan Tianlang and Sikong Jingming were equals. When they were young, they even fought side by side and called each other brothers.
It's a pity that time flies by.
Some people soar into the sky.
Some people waste time.
Although Yuan Tianlang's status as a martial arts master is already noble, it seems insignificant compared with Sikong Jingming's status as a martial saint.
Yuan Tianlang recalled all the past events, and his mood was extremely complicated at this moment, and then he said: "Tianjian is quite easy to get along with, but after all, he is the martial saint of Dongji Kingdom, so you must not lose your etiquette."
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"Yes."
Yuan Chengye and Yuan Jingfei both bowed and obeyed.
Later, the motorcade arrived, and Yuan Tianlang and his family came forward to greet them.
"Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, old man, you are quite strong."
Sikong Jingming showed a warm smile, stepped forward and held Yuan Tianlang's hand, and the two immediately talked about the past.
Yuan Tianlang introduced: "This is my son Chengye, and this is my granddaughter Jingfei."
Sikong Jingming looked at Yuan Chengye and praised politely: "It's not bad to reach the second level of heaven. It's enough to inherit Yuan's mantle."
Then he glanced at Yuan Jingfei: "Born with beauty, good bones, and a good embryo for martial arts."
"Jing Fei has seen Heavenly Sword."
After receiving the compliment, Yuan Jingfei was immediately elated.
But little did she know that Yuan Tianlang and Yuan Chengye felt extremely disappointed because what Sikong Jingming just said was obviously just polite words.
If she really has good qualifications, why doesn't Sikong Jingming accept her as his disciple?
To put it bluntly, don’t you still look down upon me?
Although Sikong Jingming did not open his mouth to accept disciples, Yuan Tianlang's enthusiasm did not change at all: "I have ordered people to prepare a banquet, please come inside."
"Okay."
Just as Sikong Jingming raised his steps, he suddenly looked out the door, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
I saw someone walking up to Yuan Chengye: "The head of the family, Ye Qianlong's housekeeper Liang Han, wants to see him, saying he is here in return."
Yuan Chengye was a little impatient and just wanted to yell and say no, but when he thought of his father's instructions just now, he couldn't be rude in front of Sikong Jingming.
At the same time, he also had a plan in mind, hoping to use Sikong Jingming's relationship to pull the tiger's skin and pull the banner to suppress Ye Qingzhou, the ferocious hidden dragon.
"Let him in." "Yes."
After a while, Liang Han walked into the hall in an anxious mood, his hands holding the gift box trembling, because he had just heard that Linjiang Yuan Family had a distinguished guest today.
Moreover, this guest is also a martial saint!
After bravely walking into the hall, Liang Han pretended to be calm and explained his purpose: "Mr. Ye came home yesterday and was very happy to learn that Mrs. Yuan had sent a generous gift, so he asked me to come here today to return the gift."
Yuan Tianlang was under great pressure when facing Ye Qingzhou these days. After all, his granddaughter seemed to have offended Ye Qingzhou before because of Qin Haoyu.
The matter is not serious, but Yuan Tianlang is afraid that Ye Qingzhou is a fool.
When the time comes, he has a weak body and a weak fist, but he has no confidence that he can stop Ye Qingzhou. After all, Fu Wei is still lying in the hospital.
He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the Wuxi Fu family. This Chinese New Year was also unlucky, so he simply gave him a generous gift, which was supposed to save him money and avoid disaster.
However, yesterday, I suddenly received a call from Sikong Jingming, saying that he wanted to come to visit me for New Year greetings.
This incident was quite sudden, but Yuan Tianlang was in a calm mood at this time. After all, with Sikong Jingming here, it was expected that Ye Qingzhou would not dare to make a mistake.
Therefore, at this moment, Yuan Tianlang also put on airs, and the old god asked Liang Han: "Where is the gift?"
"Here."
Under Yuan Tianlang's gaze, Liang Han raised the box in his hand.
Facing a martial arts master, who was just an ordinary person, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
"Open it."
"Yes."
Then someone came forward to take the box and opened it. There was only a copybook inside.
On the square rice paper, there is written the word "sword" with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Ignorant people, such as Yuan Jingfei and Sikong Xingyan, looked disapproving at this time. They thought it was just a calligraphy and painting, and it didn't look like a masterpiece by a famous artist. So what if it looked good?
How much is it worth?
Such a thing is actually given as a gift?
Who are you looking down on?
But the person who knows the goods is shocked at this moment.
Yuan Tianlang and Yuan Chengye are both master-level martial arts masters. They can penetrate the world with energy and send out their spiritual thoughts, so they immediately recognized that the word "sword" was unusual.
The two looked shocked: "Is this... sword intention?"
Being able to leave the sword's intention on the paper through pen and ink, condensing and not dissipating, is an ability that even martial arts masters may not be able to do. How can Ye Qingzhou, who is only a professional level, have such ability?
Sikong Jingming's expression was even more surprised than theirs, because with the cultivation and realm of the Martial Saint, he could see the true value of this calligraphy.
"Ahem, Tianlang, I like the word 'sword' very much. You give me a price and I'll take it."
"Huh?"
Yuan Tianlang was a little confused after hearing this. Although Ye Qingzhou was young, he was able to transfer the sword's intention between the pen and ink, leaving it on the paper, condensing and not dissipating. This ability is truly astonishing.
But Sikong Jingming, a mighty martial saint, wouldn’t ask for it, would he?
That's ridiculous.
But Sikong Jingming had already spoken, and Yuan Tianlang naturally would not refuse: "We are all brothers. If you don't have money, just take it if you like it."
"Okay, then I'll be disrespectful."
Sikong Jingming knew that Yuan Tianlang wanted to exchange a favor for himself by not accepting money, but he felt it was worth it, so he agreed without hesitation.
After the banquet, Sikong Jingming declined Yuan's offer to stay overnight, and instead checked into the hotel he had booked.
After leaving the Yuan family, Sikong Xingyan couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, you have to pay a favor for such a copybook. Is it worth it?"
"Value?"
Sikong Jingming let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "If the Linjiang Yuan family knew the true value of the word 'sword', I would probably regret it to death."
"Huh?"
Sikong Xingyan was confused.
Sikong Jingming unfolded the copybook, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down. Then he smiled and asked, seemingly casually: "Xingyan, what do you see on this?"
"Isn't it just the character code for 'sword'?"
"Wrong, there is a dragon painted on it."
At this moment, Sikong Jingming felt as if he could hear a thunderous roar of a dragon in his ears, and the word 'sword' in front of his eyes also opened its teeth and claws, like a dragon rising on the wind and flying across the nine heavens.
With the ambition to reach the sky, climb the heavens and climb the dragon!
Words convey the heart, and swords indicate.
Ye Qingzhou's word "sword" is exactly one of the six potentials of wind, the sword intention of ascending the dragon at a rapid speed.
This is the sword intent that reaches the realm of perfection!
Sikong Jingming put away the copybook, and then told Sikong Xingyan: "Book a ticket for tomorrow, we are going back to the Imperial Capital."
"Huh?"
If it weren't for Sikong Jingming's calmness and clear eyes at this moment, Sikong Xingyan would have thought that her grandfather was old and confused.
"Grandpa, aren't you coming to Laijiang to meet someone?"
"No need to see you."
"Why?"
"With such an unparalleled talent, how can I be his master?"
Sikong Jingming sighed quietly, seeing words was like seeing people. He already understood at this moment that Ye Qingzhou's wind power had been practiced to a superb state, and his sword intention had also been condensed.
With such a natural posture, he no longer needs anyone to teach him swordsmanship.
What's more, Sikong Jingming still wants to be embarrassed. He can't even practice the superb wind power, so what can he teach Ye Qingzhou?
In his eyes, Ye Qingzhou is already a peerless genius who can rival Zhang Xinwu.
Such a peerless genius can no longer be judged by common sense. To them, the so-called guidance of a famous teacher is simply a joke, and may even teach good talents astray.
In particular, Ye Qingzhou has condensed his own sword heart and sword intention. As for the moves and techniques, he can completely understand them by himself. Even if he is in the martial arts realm, there is not much he can teach Ye Qingzhou.
You can't pass on the family's inherited skills to a foreigner like Ye Qingzhou, right?
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On the other side, the Zheng family.
Zheng Zhiguang was very happy to see his nephew return after studying abroad for three years: "Yunyuan, you are finally back. Where have you been in the past three years? If you hadn't called back from time to time to report that you were safe, I would have thought something had happened to you. ”
"Uncle, am I not doing well?"
Yun Yuan's face was filled with a smile. In the eyes of outsiders, he was always a cold-faced murderer. He only showed a hearty smile in front of his relatives.
"Where's my cousin?"
"She is busy with the live broadcast. She should be back later."
Yun Yuan nodded when he heard the words. He was about to say something when his eyes fell on a copybook on Zheng Zhiguang's desk in the study. His eyes were then deeply attracted by the word "sword" written in a dragon-snake style. .
"Uncle, this word..."
"How's it going? Does it look good?"
Zheng Zhiguang showed it to Yunyuan proudly, and then smiled ostentatiously: "This is Ye Qianlong's return gift. I didn't expect that he is not only a martial arts genius, but also dabbles in calligraphy. I have to find someone to frame this word." OK.”
"Ye Qianlong?"
On the Qianlong list, there was only one person with the surname Ye in the first ten miles, so Yunyuan quickly understood who Zheng Zhiguang was talking about, and saw his expression serious: "Uncle, do you think this word was written by Ye Qingzhou?"
"By the way, you are also a professional martial artist now, right? Come with me to visit another day and let Ye Qianlong guide you."
In Zheng Zhiguang's eyes, Ye Qingzhou's current status is no different from that of a martial arts master.
But he didn't know that his nephew was also a martial arts master.
Yunyuan's expression was solemn: "Uncle, do you still have this copybook?"
"I only have one. I heard that Ye Qianlong gave away six. What's the matter?"
"I can't explain other things. If you believe me, uncle, just find a way to collect a few other paintings. No matter how high the cost, it's worth it."
Yun Yuan was in an awe-inspiring mood. He had just sensed through his mind that he had seen a blazing dragon. It was exactly one of the six powers of fire, and the divine power rose to the dragon's sword intention.
Containing the sword's will to reach the realm of fire, this kind of thing can no longer be measured by money!
For martial arts masters, this is a priceless treasure leading to the realm of martial arts masters!
(End of chapter)