Chapter 50: Fighting in the Air
The Fire Thunder Bead is a third-level disposable magic weapon. There is a fire thunder sealed in it, and its power is much greater than the ordinary third-level thunder talisman.
This kind of magic weapon is usually made by Ningsha monks when they go deep into the earth to cultivate evil spirits, and encounter the earth fire. It is an effective means for low-level monks to threaten high-level monks, so it is a rare thing but not a must. Please give me at least 2,000 spiritual stones for each one, but you may not be able to buy them yet.
Xie Yu and the two families worked together to find four for Lu Cheng. Of course, this was not just to repay Lu Cheng for the face he had given to the two families, but also an investment in reciprocity.
Lu Cheng nodded and accepted the gift. From now on, he would just have to be more disciplined and thank the two of them. This is also the duty that the master should fulfill.
Helping Yu Liang to be promoted to foundation building, and helping Xie Yan to complete the tunnel foundation building, this is something that two hundred thousand spirit stones cannot buy. Of course, Lu Cheng can only push it.
In the following days, three months, Lu Cheng's discipline and supervision of He Guo, Xie Yan, and Yu Liang became more and more strict, almost cruel.
And the reputation of Wenjianzhai Tianyan’s Forty-nine Swords gradually spread.
Lu Cheng only named this set of swordsmanship the Forty-Nine Swordsmanship, but the famous seniors in the Evernight City who lost to him all praised this set of swordsmanship and named it The word "Tianyan".
In response, Lu Cheng simply said: "It's not good to have a name that is too big."
Therefore, the disciples in the Sword Hall still call this sword art the Forty-nine Swords, but people outside the Wenjian Hall call it the Tianyan Forty-nine Swords, and it is known as the century-old sword art of Tongxuan Realm in Southern Xinjiang. The most outstanding self-created sword technique ever.
Such a big name may bring disaster.
On this day, Lu Cheng was sitting high up in the sword hall, reading a Taoist book. Below him were many disciples practicing swordsmanship in the early morning.
He Guo, Xie Yan, and Yu Liang were walking back and forth in the sword hall. They monitored the disciples' sword practice and corrected their mistakes.
They corrected their disciples, and Lu Cheng gave them guidance. Therefore, if the three of them make a mistake, it will not end with just a few scoldings.
At this moment, a girl ran in with disheveled hair. It was still raining outside and she didn't even have shoes on.
"Lin Qingxue!"
"What's wrong with her?"
Because she recognized who the person was, no one in the sword hall stopped her, letting Lin Qingxue He fell down and knelt in front of Lu Cheng , kowtowed and said:
"Disciple Lin Qingxue, please save my sister. I beg you, master, as long as you can save my sister, Qingxue is willing to be a slave for three lives. No complaints at all.”
Hearing this, Lu Cheng raised his head slightly and stared.
The girl in front of me was originally an extremely pretty girl. Although she loved swordsmanship, she always dressed up beautifully every time she came to the sword hall. She was the young Mu Ai who was one of the many disciples in the sword hall. object.
But today, she was wearing casual clothes at home, her long hair was untied, and she ran out with bare feet. There were bloody wounds on her delicate and jade-like feet, which made people pity her.
"Qingxue, is there an emergency at home?"
"..."
Lu Cheng's concern and questions caused the tears accumulated in Lin Qingxue's eyes to flow out immediately. The girl's whole body seemed to be broken, and she could not control her emotions.
"Please Master, please save my sister. Please Master, please save my sister. That shameless old thief from the Swordsmanship Hall, Chen Tianxiong, actually hired me to marry my sister." When Lin said this, Qingxue gritted her teeth with hatred.
Chen Tianxiong is over two hundred years old. Even with the longevity of a Foundation Establishment monk, he does not have many years to live. But now he wants to marry his beautiful sister. How can Lin Qingxue not hate her?
"Although the elder of the Swordsmanship Hall has some power, he is still not worth mentioning in front of the Lin family of Burning Wood Mountain. If you are so panicked, does it mean that the Lin family has agreed?"
Lin Qingxue He had been studying at Wenjianzhai for half a year before, and he did not deliberately hide his identity on weekdays. It was fine that other people didn't know. As the master of Wenjianzhai, Lu Cheng knew this and it was normal.
"...Please Master, please save my sister." Lin Qingxue kowtowed and begged again.
"Qingxue, you obviously don't know anything, you just ran out so rashly to ask me to save your sister. On one side is Chen Tianxiong, the elder of the Swordsmanship Hall, on the other hand is the Ranmushanlin family, and I am the only one in the swordsmanship hall. Lord, there is no room for intervention.”
Although I want to intervene in the Lin family, it is not in this way.
Chen Tianxiong, who was more than two hundred years old, was suddenly asked to marry the legitimate daughter of the Lin family, a girl who was quite qualified and talented. He was not qualified.
But since the Lin family has agreed now, there must be some kind of deal behind the two parties. If ordinary people intervene rashly, they will only be crushed to pieces.
Lu Cheng was now involved. Unless he showed his identity as a disciple of the Fire Cloud Mansion to see if the Lin family would give him face, he would not be qualified based on his cultivation alone.
Lin Qingxue was greeted by a carriage from Lin's Merchant Shop and left in tears. When she left, she looked like pear blossoms with rain, which broke the hearts of many disciples in the sword hall.
However, no matter how passionate you are, there must be a limit to your wits. Chen Tianxiong, the elder of the Swordsmanship Hall, and a late-stage monk who has been in the world for two hundred years. Only those with a sick mind would encourage their master to fight with such people. Difficult.
Most of the disciples of Wenjianzhai are in their teens and twenties. Ever since their great-grandfather’s generation, Chen Tianxiong has been a foundation-building monk in charge of the main swordsmanship hall. Therefore, there are some who are not angry or angry, but those who dare to There is no one who performs the actions.
Even with Lu Cheng's true intentions, he would never attack a foundation-building monk for the sake of an apprentice.
Qing Xiu is the master, and those disciples who cause trouble to their master will most likely be kicked out.
In the carriage of Lin's Merchant Shop, the pale Lin Qingyue was wiping her sister's tears, comforting her with gentle words:
"You are really in a hurry and seek medical treatment. Then No matter how powerful the master of Wenjian Zhai is, he is just a qi-training monk, and you involve him Do I want to kill him because of the Lin family's affairs?"
"But, sister, that Chen Tianxiong is already over two hundred years old, he is so shameless!"
"If He is a Ningsha monk, Qingxue, do you still think so?”
As a monk practices, his lifespan does not increase at all during the innate stage, but his bones become stronger.
But once a monk reaches the later stage of Qi training and begins to refine spiritual energy to nourish the body, he will be able to avoid all diseases, strengthen his foundation and nourish his body, and his lifespan will be one meter longer than that of ordinary people, to one hundred and twenty. age.
Once a Qi-training monk builds a foundation, not only will his mana, condensed spiritual consciousness, and supernatural powers be greatly increased, but his lifespan will also increase by two Jiazi. A foundation-building monk's normal lifespan will exceed Four Jiazi can survive for about 240 years.
If you have achieved success in Xuan Gong and have broken through the innate limit, you can harvest the breath of heaven and earth and the Earthly Demon Gang. With the life-extending elixir that is not difficult to obtain in this realm, a monk who condenses the evil spirit and refines the Gang can live to more than four hundred years. age.
If Chen Tianxiong was a monk who cultivated the spirit of condensation and refined the power, and married her sister Lin Qingyue, her sister would be the one to get the upper hand, because if Chen Tianxiong did not want to lose his wife in middle age, he would have to use all means to increase Lin Qingyue's magic power. To prolong life.
"But he is not a Ningsha Realm monk, he is already so old." Lin Qingxue retorted with a slight delay in her words.
“The exercises that Chen Tianxiong practiced in his early years were too narrow and difficult to cultivate on his own, so his cultivation was stagnant at the ninth level of foundation building and could not break through. After years of studying the exercises, he practiced with a woman with excellent pure yin physique. , It is his simplest and most practical way to break through the barrier. "
Many techniques for cultivating the Dharma lineage in southern Xinjiang are excellent if they can be practiced step by step to the ninth level of Qi training, and there is no need to practice further. exercises.
Chen Tianxiong practiced this superior qi training method in his early years. After painstakingly cultivating the foundation building method, he had to save a large amount of resources, exchange them for the foundation building method that suits him, and then get stuck. No progress has been made on the ninth floor of the foundation for decades, until today.
Even for Lu Cheng, he was worried that his predecessor, Lu Cheng, would lose face with his master, and that he would not be able to obtain the follow-up skills of the "Red Extreme Heart Technique" to the foundation-building realm, so he had to make preparations early.
Being able to practice step by step to the Golden Elixir Realm. This technique is called "Direct Pointing to the Golden Elixir". It is very rare and precious. Most monks cannot get such inheritance.
On the carriage, although Lin Qingyue tried her best to comfort her sister, Lin Qingxue looked up at her sister's pale face, but she still cried despite her unwillingness. "Don't cry, Qingxue doesn't cry. Maybe this time, my sister is lucky." Lin Qingyue gently stroked her sister's back, but recalled the words of the family elder who came here:
"Lin Qingyue, it's not that the family is unkind, but Chen Tianxiong presented a fifth-level demon elixir to the family. You are also a monk. You should also know how precious this treasure is. If the family If we don’t make a notarized reward and punishment, how should the Southern Xinjiang cultivators treat our Lin family?”
“For the sake of your long service to the family, I can marry you or Qingxue.” , after this incident, regardless of whether Chen Tianxiong succeeds in breaking through, you will receive the treatment of a family elder and become the elder of the Lin family in forty years.”
To be fair, I shouldn't feel any resentment towards my family for being so kind to me. It's just that I have been practicing hard for many years, and I have tried my best to do things for the family in these years. In the end, I still can't control my own destiny, and I can't change the outcome of being used by the family to marry. :
“Could this be that as a woman, I only The value of one? "
The core skills of the Lin family are passed on to males but not to females. Skills such as the Great Technique of Seizing Heaven and Transforming Spirits can be taught to forces outside the family who need to win over, but they will not It will be taught to the women of the Lin family, and of course, it will also provide other non-core advanced techniques for training.
Lu Cheng knew in his heart that the two sisters Lin Qingyue and Lin Qingxue did not have the Five Mansion Forging Elements, so he was unwilling to get too involved in the affairs of these two sisters. He taught his disciples every day to purify their magic power. .
Because he has mastered another swordsmanship skill, Lu Cheng's efficiency in purifying his own mana has been improved. Purifying one's own mana is always beneficial.
Since the time of Yi Sword Immortal Ape Liu Baihong, no monks in the entire Evernight City have come to challenge Lu Cheng. It seems that even Chen Tengjiao, the main swordsmanship hall, has stopped. Lu Cheng enjoys his leisure time and goes to wine, food and tea houses to listen to storytelling every day after practicing.
“The inner elixir of this fifth-level monster is rare to see in a hundred years, and it has infinite uses. It can not only dissolve the power of the medicine, but also requires alchemy masters to refine it to assist the foundation-building monks in breaking through the ninth-level bottleneck. Pulse Pill (10 pills per furnace, top (limited to fifteen pieces), it can also be used to cultivate the external elixir, enhance the monk's magical power, and even transform the vitality through secret methods to fill the monk's qi sea, so that the immortal cultivator can cultivate a low-grade golden elixir and enjoy immortal blessings for thousands of years. !”
"Old man Ren, you are talking nonsense again. Can Zhenren Jindan be cultivated by getting a fifth-level monster inner elixir? Then the monsters in southern Xinjiang may have been exterminated long ago. ."
"These It’s useful, but I copied it word for word from those old Taoist classics. If you don’t believe it, I will bring the book to you tomorrow.” dissatisfied retort.
Seeing his assurance, many listeners gradually began to believe it.
“Is it really possible to take a shortcut like this and become a real god?”
“If that’s the case, if you encounter a fifth-level inner elixir, you will lose everything to get it and kill people. No one cares about it.”
Seeing that the listeners were gradually convinced, Ren The old man was stunned and began to talk about today's fairy tale:
"Our story today comes from this rare and rare treasure...a mountain and wilderness" A boy who was chopping firewood unexpectedly got a chance to practice the inner elixir of a white snake for thousands of years."
Lu Cheng was originally listening to storytelling and relaxing.
But suddenly, his state of mind, which was like a flat lake, began to ripple. The Taoist woke up and at the same time sensed the killing intent behind him.
Although it was over in an instant, Lu Cheng, whose mental cultivation had improved, would never think that his senses were out of whack.
Lu Cheng stroked his neck with his hands, and used a slight sword energy to control several acupuncture points on his face, so that his facial muscles could not change for a short period of time, and then he began to unintentionally scan the direction where the killing intent had just come from.
Towards the rear left side, not many people came to listen to storytelling today, so there was only an old woman in black and two boys, a boy and a girl, sitting there.
The old woman was skinny and shriveled, with a wrinkled face that looked kind despite her smile. She was feeding sweet cakes to her grandchildren.
But when Lu Cheng’s eyes fell on the two boys, Lu Cheng immediately realized that the sinister connotations of these two people had penetrated into their bones.
"Foundation-building monk who practices the art of ghosts, Chen Tengjiao paid a lot of money to hire someone to kill me."
Lu Cheng's face showed no change at all, but his heart was spinning with thoughts. But he had already guessed everything.
If it hadn’t been for the improvement of my mind just a month ago, it would have been impossible to sense the change in murderous intent at this moment.
A Foundation Establishment monk spread his consciousness to cover the surroundings, completely covering up the murderous intent of the two boys around him.
“They will never dare to take action in public. Once they cannot kill me in a short period of time, it will be difficult for them to escape from the Nightless City with the pursuit of Ningsha-level monks.”
"Ghosts build the foundation, southern Xinjiang When will they take action and in what form? "
Lu Cheng's chest was filled with thunder but his face was like a lake. Of course, in fact, the meridians and acupuncture points on his face were restrained. What expression would he have on his face now? Change cannot be done.
In the following time, Lu Cheng tried his best to act like he was listening to the storytelling normally, but in fact most of his mind was on the foundation-building monk on the left side behind him.
This bastard Chen Tengjiao is really out of his mind. He hired a Foundation Establishment Realm monk to assassinate others in the Nightless City. The price is definitely not low, because there is an Elders Council in the Nightless City and there are Ningsha Realm monks who patrol the city. Once the building fails, The monks in the basic realm must also die.
Chen Tianxiong is over two hundred years old. At this time, according to common sense, Chen Tengjiao should be more restrained, so as not to make too many enemies and lay a grudge that could kill him in the future.
But he didn't. The more the foundation of his status was shaky, the more ferocious and crazy he became, and there was no doubt about it.
"After this incident, I will kill you."
Lu Cheng felt furious. At this moment, the old Rentou at the front desk talked about the highlights of the plot, which attracted the attention of the whole house.
There was a dark wind blowing behind Lu Cheng. Lu Cheng judged that the wind blade could never cut his neck, so he suppressed himself without any defense.
In fact, the sharp and dark wind blew by and only cut off a strand of Lu Cheng's long hair. People in this era grew their hair, and Lu Cheng was no exception. He seemed not to notice, and let the hair grow. A strand of long hair fell to the ground and was swept back by the wind.
"The art of killing with a curse!"
In southern Xinjiang where evil is rampant, not only the birth date and birth date cannot be known, but even the hair and nails cannot fall into the hands of others, otherwise you will die at any time Not sure.
And this kind of nightmare curse killing is the most difficult to trace. After most people are killed by the curse, others don't know how the person died. When the curse killing technique is found, The caster has long since fled thousands of miles away. Ordinary people will die when they die. Who will pursue a dead man thousands of miles away?
But after knowing the other party's technique, Lu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up, rewarded the storyteller boss, and walked out of the store.
Then his expression changed, and he immediately returned to his room in Wenjianzhai, and at the same time ordered him to go out, saying that he would stay in seclusion for three days without seeing outsiders.
While looking around, a small cyan cauldron appeared in the young Taoist's hand. With the push of his magic power, the lid of the cyan cauldron opened and a ball of golden light was cast from it. When it fell on his hand, it turned into a ferocious beast. The ferocious bug gnawed angrily at Lu Cheng's palm.
No matter how the ferocious and arrogant Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu bites, there is a layer of golden light that bounces it away.
“Stop making trouble, how about I call you out this time and give you the blood of a Foundation Establishment monk?”
Lu Cheng read all the books and knew that the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu was vicious and cruel in nature. If it weren't for the terrifying power of Jiuli Ding, it would be impossible for anyone other than the Gu Dao to drive and control such peerless ferocious insects. If they were forcibly cultivated, they would be devoured in the future. .
As Lu Cheng’s thoughts passed on, the ferocious Gu worm seemed to gradually understand. As Lu Cheng raised his hand and threw it, the golden light circled around in the air, and then flew high. go.
In mid-air, there was an eagle that seemed to be hungry. When it saw the little insect, it swooped down from the air and caught it under its claws.
It’s just that the strength of the falcon, which can tear the bones of cows, seems to be of no use. Instead, there is a dull pain under the claws.
The next moment, the entire body of the falcon melted into blood and fell to the ground. Even the black and red blood falling on the ground emitted rustling corrosion and bursts of white smoke.
After killing the creatures with the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu, he seemed to be more excited, fluttering his wings and flying to the store that Lu Cheng was referring to.
(End of this chapter)