Chapter 14 Dream Sword
“It’s actually so strict...more lawful than imagined.”
An Jing was aware of this in the past. Looking at it now, even a secret training ground in the mountains of a secret sect cannot explain this level of defense planning. It was obviously designed to deal with the attack of the army.
Xuanmingzhuang is very large, with the overall shape of "one field, one field, one field".
The 'Shen' center in the middle is the Medicine Pavilion, and the place where the trained children live is less than a quarter of it.
The fields on both sides were located halfway up the mountainside on both sides of Xuanming Village. Many herbs were planted there. During training, Anjing could still see people farming there.
The back mountain behind Xuanmingzhuang is a waterfall and deep pool, one of the water sources of Zhuangzi. Behind it is a grand canyon. Anjing knew from Li Jiaoxi and others that it was the 'Xuanming Valley', and Xuanmingzhuang was named after it. The name is very profound, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.
An Jing walked quietly in the darkness.
Although all the teachings were in the realm of inner breath, the martial arts skills were not too advanced. After spending so much time on the sidelines, An Jing also knew that in these teachings, all were 'losers' from past tests.
What exactly counts as failure depends most likely on whether the destiny is awakened in the end, but even if there is no destiny, one can still cultivate to the point where the inner breath is like a tide.
At the county level, it is strong enough.
——Maybe there are still a few instructors patrolling, so be more careful.
An Jing never relied on others. He operated the Linyuan Qi-nurturing Stake, which was already completed, and absorbed his own Qi into it, making it almost non-existent.
Not only that, Anjing's muscles all over his body also tightened, maintaining a precise balance with tighter and more restrained strength, accumulating the strength of his whole body.
It's not surprising that An Jing guessed that Xuanming Village is a place to cultivate assassins and dead soldiers. This mentality is indeed completely suitable for sneak operations - not only that, after cultivating the Qi and then blasting it with the real power of the armor, when paired together, it can instantly create quite terrifying The explosion is a real one-shot way to fight for death.
This set of martial arts practice is very advanced, at least it cannot be taught in ordinary martial arts schools in the city. With An Jing's knowledge, this set of life-threatening explosive skills is enough to serve as the basic kung fu of some famous martial arts schools.
You can teach such martial arts, so you are not so short-sighted... You have spent so much money to buy children to teach martial arts, no matter what you think, you will not kill them casually...
There are also those instructor riders and servants who also vaguely revealed that they are the children who were eliminated in the past training... Without destiny, they will eventually be eliminated. Those strange animal meats and potions should also be to catalyze destiny. Character, or in other words, cultivating people to a state close to the awakening of destiny?
Fate, fate... Is there really a way to use other means to artificially catalyze fate? It doesn't always feel right...
Muttering to himself, An Jing is actually still reluctant to doubt Xuanmingzhuang until now.
After all, in these troubled times, Xuanmingzhuang still saved many people.
It may not be their turn to save him, but the other children did find a way out because of Xuanmingzhuang.
At the fastest speed, Anjing observed some restricted areas around him from a high position, but in general, there was nothing special.
Most of the things stored in those pavilions are herbal medicines or some classics and atlases. Some of them are empty rooms. People may have lived in them before, but no one has been here for at least seven or eight years.
Of course, it is indeed unusual that no one has been here in seven or eight years - why are those empty houses empty? Is it possible that there were more students in Xuanming Village some time ago?
Seven or eight years ago...ten years ago...wait, that time?
An Jing's pupils shrank slightly - a demonic disaster in the vast sea?
yes! If it is during the period of the Vast Sea Demonic Disaster, it will indeed be similar to the current Frost Tribulation in Northern Xinjiang. A large number of children of the calamity will appear, and the severity of the Vast Sea Demonic Disaster is far more severe than just the severe cold disaster of heavy snow and severe cold. Xuanmingzhuang will definitely be able to find more. What a son of calamity who is willing to sell himself!
After figuring this out, An Jing found that there was nothing unusual.
If I have to say it, the only exception is that I can't find anyone.
Could it be possible that he was really sent down the mountain directly?
An Jing was a little puzzled. If Zhang Ying hadn't been following his younger brother since the second day he entered the village, he wouldn't have wanted to find him.
But now, he searched the main village and found no trace.
Sighing in his heart, An Jing planned to turn around: "Forget it, go back to bed early, we have to train tomorrow."
However, when An Jing turned around and was about to leave, he heard a strange sound.
It was like the shrill chirping of some kind of bird or the scream of a human being, which only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. "What?"
An Jing immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
That's the Medicine Pavilion.
"What is that sound..."
An Jing was a little curious, and he slowly approached the medicine pavilion.
But at this moment, a strange voice sounded.
【end……】
The voice was clear and unfamiliar. It seemed to be that of a woman. It was clear and agile, like the singing voice of a bird, and like the flow of a clear spring.
But...it also seemed like a tougher, sharper sound.
It was like... the sound of a sword vibrating!
The voice solemnly said in a warning tone: [Stop]
--who? !
An Jing stopped suddenly. He stopped approaching the medicine pavilion and looked around in shock, but found nothing.
The stars and the moon shone like a gauze, and everything was extremely silent under the night. No one was awakened, and there was no lingering sound.
Everything seemed to be just an illusion, an auditory hallucination.
But the sound of 'stop' still echoed in Anjing's mind, like the echo in the mountains, but it was extremely clear, not blurred by the reverberation, but slowly fading away.
The warning voice instantly calmed down Anjing's restless mind. A sense of tranquility and tranquility continued to spread, just like a drop of cold rain falling from the sky. When it fell on the lake in his heart, it clarified everything and caused ripples to appear. The inner lake returned to a mirror-like calmness.
——Someone help me?
After calming down, An Jing took a few deep breaths and stared at the medicine pavilion in front of him. He also realized how reckless he had been just now.
The Medicine Pavilion is different from other places in that it is always brightly lit. The hanging lanterns and many oil lamps illuminate the inside and outside like dusk.
In this case, he would definitely be discovered if he got close.
...You can't get close, but who is that voice? Why do you remind me to stop?
Why are you reminding me of this?
What are the adults in Xuanming Village doing and planning?
Slowly exhaling, Anjing suppressed the anxiety and fear in his heart, and turned around to leave while thinking about it.
The current situation is obviously not suitable for continued exploration, and he has realized that he needs to make more preparations after realizing that he is reckless.
Finally, he returned to the dormitory and lay back on the bed.
In silence and darkness, with doubts, Anjing fell asleep again.
In his dream, he dreamed of hunger, of wild beasts, of sharpened fangs, of the sound and roar of grinding teeth, of bloody flesh, bones and beating heart.
They are patient, they are waiting.
Not the time. They whispered.
Not now. An Jing was talking to himself in his dream.
At the end, An Jing dreamed of a cold light.
He dreamed of a sword.
(End of chapter)