Chapter 88 Emperor Wu
Chen Tang returned to the inn and couldn't sleep after all the trouble at night.
This world seems to be very different from what he originally expected.
The flying swords all ran out.
Xu Tong's technique of turning the flying sword was obviously a little green and not yet proficient.
If he had mastered this flying sword to a great extent, he would still be unable to cope with it.
Unless Xu Tong's location can be found in the shortest possible time and he can be restrained!
Although this Xu Tong has mastered the art of flying swords, he himself is extremely weak.
Chen Tang thought about it and understood.
Everyone wants to practice martial arts and improve their skills, but practicing martial arts not only costs a lot of money, but also requires hardship.
Chen Tang has been able to cultivate to this point for more than three months. Of course, he has the nourishment of tiger milk ginseng and the teachings of the guests in the mountains. He himself has never slackened off and practiced hard!
Even this kind of suffering is unbearable to ordinary people.
If one could develop a method like flying swords, with one finger of the sword technique, the flying swords could be launched as if commanded by an arm, and taking a person's head was like picking out an object from a bag, why would he still have to endure the hardships of practicing martial arts?
In his previous life, Chen Tang once wondered whether the rise of firearms led to the decline of ancient martial arts.
After all, no matter how strong you are in martial arts, you can't beat seven or eight spears.
The flying sword is more powerful than the gun in the previous life.
Could it be that this world really has the means to control the wind and rain, burn the sky and cook the sea, as described in the book of the previous life?
If there were even flying swords, would there be any immortality skills?
And even though he was clearly in the inn, how could Xu Tong control the flying sword to chase him while he was standing outside the inn?
Logically speaking, Xu Tong should not be able to see him.
Chen Tang was lying on the bed, with countless questions filling his mind. The more he thought about it, the more energetic he became.
Not long after, the fat old man came back.
Chen Tang turned over and sat up and asked: "Is it solved?"
"Yeah."
The fat old man nodded and said very relaxedly: "If that Xuantian Temple Master was smarter, he wouldn't come to trouble us."
"What if he is a fool?" Chen Tang asked.
The fat old man said: "Then kill him and replace him with a smart one!"
This is quite domineering.
Just when Chen Tang was about to praise him, the fat old man thought for a moment and said, "If it doesn't work, we have to run away."
Chen Tang: "..."
The fat old man said: "After all, there are few smart people in this world, and there are more fools. If you get another fool, it is very likely."
"If this change continues, smart people may not be able to change it, but some elders and protectors from the Xuantian Sect will definitely come. I'm not afraid, but with you being a burden, it's better to go ahead."
Okay, since the fat old man said so, just wait and see, he has the whole story anyway.
Chen Tang asked: "What do you mean by Xuanmen alchemy? Xu Tong can't see me outside, so how could he use a flying sword to chase me down?"
"Xuanmen is another kind of cultivation method besides martial arts."
The fat old man seemed to have thought of something, paused for a moment, and then said: "Actually, even martial arts has more than one way to practice. There are always strange people in the world who can find a new way and make their own way."
"As for Xuanmen practice, it is different from martial arts. The qualification requirements are extremely strict, and there is no one in ten thousand."
"Everyone can practice martial arts, but it is limited by natural resources, and the final achievements may be high or low. But if you don't have the qualifications in Xuanmen, you won't be able to practice at all and you won't be able to enter."
Chen Tang nodded.
He and Zhiwei were tested at Xuantian Temple, but neither of them had the qualifications.
To be precise, from the time they entered Xuantian Temple to the time they left, no one passed the test, which shows how low the probability is.
The fat old man continued: "Xuanmen is also divided into realms. It is said that the lowest level is called the Qi Condensation realm, and is called an alchemist. Above the Qi condensation is the foundation building, and the Xuanmen in this realm are called warlocks."
Condensing Qi and building foundation?
This is almost the same realm as written in the book of previous lives, except that the name has changed.
Chen Tang asked: "What's behind?"
According to the rules, the last one should be the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul.
"The one at the back seems to be called the real person."
The fat old man shook his head and said: "Actually, I don't have much dealings with Xuanmen. After the rise of Xuanmen and the establishment of Emperor Qian, I left China. Later, I only came here a few times occasionally."
"It is said that in Xuan Shu, there is a major category, which is the practice of flying swords. This is also the most important method for Xuan masters to fight against the enemy."
"Every Xuan master must refine a flying sword when he worships the Xuanmen. When forging the sword, he must bite the tip of his tongue and use his own Zhiyang blood to quench the fire to establish an initial connection with the flying sword."
"After that, I had to use Xuanmen's cultivation techniques every day, practice with Feijian, breathe into the sword, and some people even used various rare medicinal materials to wash the sword and feed it. Over time, Feijian gained spirituality. The relationship with the alchemist will also deepen.”
Chen Tang was thoughtful.
Martial arts training starts with torturing the physical body, easing the muscles and forging the bones. It also requires constant tempering and the use of various rare medicinal materials to assist training.
In a sense, the body of a warrior is the flying sword of a mysterious master. The fat old man said: "The longer you practice, the deeper your connection with the flying sword will be, and the greater the tacit understanding between human swords. Controlling the flying sword will be as smooth as an arm and a finger."
"This Xu Tong has obviously not been practicing in Xuanmen for a long time, and he is not yet proficient in flying swords. If he really encounters a top alchemist, if he raises his finger and a white light flashes, even ten of you will be dead."
Chen Tang couldn't help but ask: "Is it really possible to take someone's head thousands of miles away?"
If such a method really existed in the world, he would still be practicing martial arts so hard, and there must be a gap in his heart.
"Thousands of miles? It's not that exaggerated."
The fat old man shook his head and said: "The range of the alchemist's flying sword is only within ten feet. Beyond this range, it is particularly difficult for him to control and the threat is not great. Otherwise, Xu Tong would not stand outside the inn. You can run further ”
"It is said that for Warlocks in the Foundation Establishment Realm, the range of the flying sword is a bit larger, but it will not exceed a hundred feet."
Chen Tang probably did the math.
The room he was in was about thirty meters away from Xu Tong's position, exactly within ten feet.
The fat old man said: "As for what you said, this person can chase you with a sword even though he cannot see you, because you have directly or indirectly contacted him and left a breath mark."
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"He uses his flying sword to sense the aura you left behind. Even if he can't see you, he can still follow the aura and chase him."
Chen Tang was secretly speechless.
After practicing this unique skill, the flying sword can almost catch up with the dog's nose.
Chen Tang thought for a while.
He had no contact with Xu Tong, and the only thing that might have left his breath was probably the stone he held during the test at Xuantian Temple.
Chen Tang asked again: "Since I can control a flying sword, can't I fly with a sword?"
"Yes, but not many people can reach this point, and the flight will not be too high. The higher you fly, the greater the consumption."
The fat old man said: "If you want to use a sword to support yourself in flying, an alchemist can't do it. Moreover, an alchemist can only practice one flying sword, step into the foundation building, and become a warlock. Only then can he have enough energy to practice two flying swords."
"Theoretically, one of the two flying swords can be used to fly with the sword, but in reality it consumes too much. Unless they are forced to escape for their lives, no warlock will do it."
Chen Tang asked: "Is there any immortality technique in Xuanmen? For example, how much will one's lifespan increase if one reaches a certain foundation-building level?"
"I haven't heard of that."
The fat old man shook his head and said: "Xuanmen appeared less than a hundred years ago. Whether it can live forever is still unknown."
Chen Tang asked a few more questions in succession, which seemed a bit over the top. The fat old man hesitated and couldn't answer some of them.
Seeing that Chen Tang was interested in Xuan Shu, the fat old man said: "No matter how much you know, you still can't practice it. Moreover, martial arts may not be weaker than Xuan Shu."
"Most of the time, mystic masters will form absolute suppression on warriors. At least in the same realm, one mystical master can fight one against ten, or even one against a hundred. However, there are exceptions to everything."
"As far as I know, there was a warrior in the previous dynasty who rarely lost at the same level. Even if a Xuan Master bumped into him, he would have to walk around and hide far away!"
"Oh?"
Chen Tang became interested and asked: "This man practices cultivation or something. Is he still alive? What is his nickname?"
The fat old man said: "This man was born into a noble family, but he was born with a defective Dantian. Even in martial arts, his achievements were limited and he was not taken seriously in the clan. Unexpectedly, this man later took another path and climbed to the top. He is called Invincible in the world!”
"Is this the strange person you just mentioned?" Chen Tang asked.
The fat old man nodded and said: "I once told you that this person is the former Emperor Wu who ended the division of Northern China and unified the major tribes."
"It's a pity that he later misjudged the general trend of the world and insisted on marching south. He was defeated on the banks of the Xia River, and was later betrayed. In the end, the country was destroyed, the family was destroyed, and no bones were left. It was very sad."
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Chen Tang couldn't help but ask: "He has reached the pinnacle and is invincible in the world. Is there anyone in Nanxia who can stop him?"
"There is one."
The fat old man nodded and said: "But that one person alone is not enough. During the battle with Xia Jiang, at least one top powerhouse attacked him, and there were even people who secretly assassinated him."
"After the Battle of Xiajiang, Emperor Wu was wounded and defeated, which triggered a series of chain reactions. The cold regions of the extreme north moved south with the intention of encroaching on Pingzhou, and the Xiling kingdoms invaded Southern Xia. Almost all the strongest people in the world took action one after another!"
"After that, the world was in chaos, and Xuanmen took advantage of the situation to rise."
Chen Tang asked: "Old man, where were you at that time, and how do you compare with these people?"
The fat old man always liked to show off in front of Chen Tang, but now he smiled, shook his head and said: "I wasn't even ranked at that time. I was only slightly famous in the world."
"After the death of Emperor Wu, I was entrusted by others to enter the capital alone. At that time, the capital was in chaos and chaos, and all forces gathered together to compete for the supreme throne."
"Under the eyes of many masters, I sneaked into the palace and stole a person out. Only then did I become famous. I was called 'the greatest thief in the world' by people in the world."
When he was in Changze County, the fat old man proudly mentioned once that he had stolen people twice in the palace.
This must be one of those times.
Recalling these past events, the fat old man rarely laughed or cursed, but looked sad.
He looked at the morning light coming from the window, and countless figures and pictures seemed to flash before his eyes, and he murmured softly: "But these were all decades ago."
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