Volume 6: Wangchuan Chapter 44: Divine Sword and Demonic Sword
Lu Qingshan nodded to express his gratitude to Li Zhao.
Li Zhao smiled slightly, and his whole body turned into smoke and slowly dissipated.
Looking at the mountain road that still seemed to have no end, Lu Qingshan said nothing, took a step forward and continued moving forward.
As expected, a roar came into my consciousness again.
Immediately, the world started spinning.
Before consciousness goes completely blank.
What will the level be like this time?
Lu Qingshan thought so.
…
On top of the mountain.
Li Zhao's figure appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"Your Excellency the Prison Master." Li Zhao said respectfully to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The Lord of Huangquan Prison nodded slightly, looking at Lu Qingshan who was still moving forward step by step on the mountain path with a distant gaze, and suddenly asked: "Do you think he can pass Yan Qingfeng's state of mind?"
"Yes." Li Zhao said firmly.
A look of surprise appeared on the scholar's face. "Are you so sure?"
Li Zhao said respectfully: "Although I am not a true swordsman and cannot comment too much. But his temperament is exactly the same as my master. So, in my heart, he is already the best swordsman."
His master was the most romantic man in Zhao State and the number one swordsman in the martial arts world.
"Your Excellency is of noble status. I am just a soul that has not yet reincarnated. I dare not cross the line. But if you follow what I said, he can reach the top of the mountain at this moment without any other tests." Li Zhao said solemnly
The Yellow Springs Prison Master seemed to be thinking about something, with a divine light flashing in his eyes, "Then let's continue to watch."
…
The black roof was made of thatch and mud.
Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.
He was an ordinary boy from a small village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
There is a Qingyun Sect on Qingyun Mountain, which is a sect that practices swordsmanship.
Occasionally, you can see the gods riding swords and turning into streams of light, flying away from the mountain.
Flying sword between heaven and earth.
This is something that young people desire and look forward to.
Yan Qingfeng knew that he liked swords.
Today is the day of the test for Qingyun Sect to recruit disciples once every ten years.
The clouds and mist that used to surround Qingyun Mountain have long since dissipated.
Yan Qingfeng walked up the mountain step by step along the path.
The mountain we climbed was Qingyun Mountain.
In the open space in front of the huge hall, there was a middle-aged man in black, with an immortal look.
In the open space, there were nearly a thousand children no older than twelve years old, and Yan Qingfeng was among them.
In cultivation, spiritual roots and natural talents are the most important, even for sword-cultivating sects.
The first step in the entry assessment is to test your spiritual roots.
Those with spiritual roots are one in a hundred.
One after another, the dreams of becoming an immortal were shattered for the children who climbed the mountain with great hope.
Only a few lucky ones can enter the immortal gate.
Unfortunately, Yan Qingfeng is not one of the lucky few.
But he didn't want to give up.
He knelt at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain for three days and three nights.
Eventually, the six elders of Qingyun Sect were moved by his sincerity and made an exception to accept him into the sect.
On the second day, a group of children without spiritual roots knelt at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
Yan Qingfeng, who was admitted into Qingyun Sect as an exception, had a very low status.
Because his spiritual roots were not obvious, his progress in cultivation was pitifully slow.
Three months into his training, he still couldn't even draw spiritual energy into his body.
This made many people in the sect complain about the Sixth Elder who accepted Yan Qingfeng as his disciple.
Although his spiritual roots are not obvious, Yan Qingfeng's talent in swordsmanship is far beyond that of ordinary people.
By chance, he saw the elder teaching swordsmanship to his disciples who were practicing Qigong in the sect.
Qingyun Sword Technique.
Only those who have reached the third level of Qi Refining or above can practice.
However, he had been a disciple for three years but had not yet reached the first level of Qi Refining. This was regarded as a great shame for the Qingyun Sect, so he was naturally not qualified to learn the Qingyun Sword Technique.
He only saw the first move, Pingsha Luoyan.
Feeling itchy, he secretly took a stick and practiced it again.
Unexpectedly, unlike his dullness when practicing the technique, he was able to perform Pingsha Luoyan with extreme proficiency on his first try, although he had only glanced at it briefly.
Pingsha Luoyan is just the opening move of Qingyun Sword Art. It is very ordinary and not very powerful.
Yan Qingfeng had only learned this one move, so he could only practice it over and over again.
If you practice a sword move a thousand or ten thousand times every day, after a period of time, even the most common sword move will no longer be ordinary.
What's more, Yan Qingfeng has an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.
After three months, the Qingyun Sect’s competition will begin.
All the young disciples have to compete in the battle, so that the elders of the sect can inspect the disciples' achievements in practice over the years.
Those who perform well will be rewarded.
But this year's sect competition has some different meanings.
Because a new regulation has been added.
The last person will be stripped of his status as a disciple of Qingyun Sect.
Everyone knows that this rule is aimed at Yan Qingfeng.
Yan Qingfeng also knew it.
He didn't say anything, and it would be useless even if he did.
He is a nobody and his words have little influence, so who would care about his opinion?
He was feeling depressed and practiced the "Falling Wild Geese on the Sand" dance under the moon.
Only by practicing sword can you relieve your worries.
But that night, he heard a series of strange calls.
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call and went over.
In the back mountain, in a pond, among the rocks of various sizes and shapes, there is a black sword inserted diagonally. The sword is completely black, and the blade is immersed in the water, with only the hilt exposed above the water.
The moment he approached the pool, gravel shot out and a black sword rose up, surrounded by black air. It was three feet long, and the sword edge flashed with a cold light. A fierce aura rushed towards him.
Like a monster.
But there was a faint black light flashing on it, and the calling voice coming from it seemed to be tempting Yan Qingfeng.
Thinking about it for a long time.
Yan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the horrifying scene contained in the terrible evil spirit.
It was a vast ocean of blood with countless corpses floating on it and the sound of terrifying birds crows.
A long bridge spans across the sea of blood.
He was on this long bridge.
The scene is chilling.
Yan Qingfeng felt a sense of oppression, a feeling that made it difficult for him to breathe.
He was like a drowning man, struggling with his mission.
Not far in front of Yan Qingfeng, a terrifying beast that looked like an evil spirit suddenly appeared and pounced towards him with a ferocious roar.
He subconsciously performed the Pingsha Luoyan move that he had practiced countless times.
A sword pierced through the throat of the terrifying beast.
Blood splattered all over his body.
Then, he regained consciousness, his clothes already soaked with sweat.
What was even more strange was that Yan Qingfeng felt sticky all over.
When he looked closely, he found that he was covered in blood.
However, Yan Qingfeng discovered that his cultivation had actually reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.
Looking at the long sword in his hand whose brilliance had faded, Yan Qingfeng understood that it must be this sword that caused all this.
But he also knew that this sword was most likely a monster.
After all, he had seen with his own eyes the strange scene of the sea of blood and corpses.
Thought about it for a long time.
He remembered the ridicule from his fellow apprentices, the criticism from his fellow apprentices about the Sixth Elder because of him, and the new rule of last-place elimination.
He silently picked up the sword and jumped into the pool to wash off the blood on his body.
A few months later.
The Qingyun Sect competition begins.
All the disciples of Qingyun Sect gathered together.
Including the shame of his sect that he had only learned one move, Pingsha Luoyan.
In the first battle, Yan Qingfeng's opponent was his senior brother Zhang Feng, who loved to mock him the most.
The cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining.
Yan Qingfeng's long sword passed through the gap like an antelope hanging on a horn.
Before anyone could react, the tip of the sword had already reached Zhang Feng's throat.
Everyone was stunned.
Yan Qingfeng only used one sword, the most inconspicuous Pingsha Luoyan sword, to defeat Zhang Feng.
Yan Qingfeng won all the following competitions.
Wild geese fly over the flat sand.
Wild geese fly over the flat sand.
Wild geese fly over the flat sand.
With just one move, Pingsha Luoyan, Yan Qingfeng made it to the final arena.
In the final, Yan Qingfeng's opponent is the sect's eldest senior brother.
Yan Qingfeng, who was much ridiculed in the past, now stood with a sword in his hand, looking relaxed and heroic.
The sword light was three points faster, and there was murderous intent in the light.
He used another move called Pingsha Luoyan, and the eldest senior brother was defeated by his sword.
Yan Qingfeng became famous in one battle, all the ridicule disappeared, and he was greeted with endless praise.
Everyone said that the wild geese falling on the flat sand by Yan Qingfeng were not wild geese, but blue phoenixes in the sky.
Yan Qingfeng did not indulge in the praise.
He knew that the sword in his hand was the source of everything, and the praise from others was just water without a source.
Can't drink.
Yan Qingfeng named the sword he picked up by the pond the Demon Sword.
Because the sword was so demonic, it would pull him into the bloody hell and onto the bridge every once in a while.
If he can defeat the terrifying blood sea evil beast that appeared on the bridge and break free from the blood sea hell, his cultivation will greatly improve.
At the same time, the evil beasts that appeared in the blood sea hell became more and more terrifying, and their strength became stronger and stronger.
It became increasingly difficult for him to defeat these evil beasts.
With the power of the magic sword, Yan Qingfeng's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he became the chief of Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop. He also represented Qingyun Sect to participate in the once-in-a-hundred-year battle to determine the position of the thirty-six major sects.
In the positioning battle, Yan Qingfeng was invincible and showed his edge.
He fought his way to the finals, but unfortunately his opponent was the chief of Langya Sword Pavilion, whose cultivation level was a whole realm higher than his.
He was eventually defeated by the chief swordsman of Langya Sword Pavilion.
…
Fully conscious.
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked around. There were huge crowds of people, and everyone looked at him with a hint of awe.
In front of him was the raggedly dressed chief disciple of Langya Sword Pavilion, Jiang Xue.
Her skin is as white as snow, and she is so pure and beautiful that she looks like a fairy from heaven.
It is hard to imagine that there are such beautiful people in the world.
After a moment, there was thunderous applause and cheers.
Lu Qingshan understood.
He became Yan Qingfeng, who had just been defeated and ranked second.
The Sixth Elder in the audience looked at his own face, which was full of smiles.
The second place was already an unimaginable improvement for Qingyun Sect, and he couldn't be more satisfied.
Because of the ranking of the thirty-six major sects, Qingyun Sect is ranked last.
The rankings of other sects also fluctuate frequently, but Langya Sword Pavilion has firmly held the position of the world's number one sect for thousands of years and is undoubtedly the strongest sect.
It’s normal to lose to Langya Sword Pavilion.
"Quiet." The leader of Langya Sword Pavilion suddenly said in a loud voice.
The crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked towards the number one person in the world of cultivation to see what he had to say.
The Langya Sword Master leaped up and landed on the stage, staring at the magic sword in Lu Qingshan's hand with burning eyes.
"Where did you get this sword, Young Master Yan?"
Lu Qingshan frowned slightly.
This is the beginning of the big plot as soon as we arrive.
"Obtained from the sect." Lu Qingshan replied.
Langya Sword Master smiled and said, "You may not know this, but the origin of this sword is not simple."
The words of Langya Sword Master immediately made all the cultivators in the field look sideways.
“This sword is an ancient demon sword named Quexie, which created the world with one sword.
There is a blood sea hell hidden in Quexie. Once the owner of this sword holds this sword, he will be pulled into the devil world in the sword and face the threat of evil creatures in the blood sea.
If the sword master can successfully kill the evil creatures in the blood sea hell, his cultivation will be greatly improved.
But the power of the evil creatures in the sea of blood will only grow stronger, with no end in sight.
Once the sword master is defeated by the evil beast in the sea of blood, he will be completely destroyed and controlled by the sword, becoming a terrifying demon who only knows how to kill.
Therefore, the one who wields this sword is a demon cultivator.
Three thousand years ago, the previous sword master Que Xie fell into depravity because of this and brought disaster to the world.
My Langya Sword Pavilion took great pains to suppress him, but accidentally let this magic sword escape."
"So," the Langya Sword Master said gently, "In order to prevent you from sinking, I hope you can hand over this sword. My Langya Sword Pavilion will keep it forever at the foot of Langya Mountain. Of course, this is your sword, and asking you to give it up like this would make me think that my Langya Sword Sect is too overbearing. As compensation, I can make the decision to give my sect's Zhuxian Divine Sword to you, little friend Yan. What do you think?"
"Sect Master?!" Jiang Xue exclaimed in surprise.
The monks below the stage also exclaimed.
Langya Sword Master waved his hand and said, "Friend Yan has great talent in swordsmanship and is worthy of the Zhuxian Sword. No need to say more."
The Zhuxian Sword is the second sword of the Langya Sword Pavilion besides the Langya Sword.
It can also be called the second most powerful sword in the world.
If you agree, that means you will exchange Quexie for the second best sword in the world, which is definitely not a loss.
If you don't change, you will face the danger of being devoured by the evil spirit and also bear the label of a demon cultivator.
No matter how you look at it, there's no reason to hesitate about this deal.
Countless eyes were focused on Lu Qingshan at this moment.
A mysterious force suddenly enveloped Lu Qingshan at this moment.
Lu Qingshan also felt this magical power.
The function of this power is also very simple. It makes every choice Lu Qingshan makes come from his heart, rather than writing a "correct answer" just to pass the test or guess the intention of the test setter.
"No change." Lu Qingshan shook his head and replied.
Everyone was in an uproar, and the Langya Sword Master had a gloomy look in his eyes. "Do you know that if you don't hand over the magic sword today, you will become a magic cultivator despised by everyone, and you may be devoured by the magic sword at any time."
"Whether I am a demon cultivator or not cannot be determined by a sword." Lu Qingshan said.
The expression on the face of the Langya Sword Master was unclear. Finally, he angrily flicked his sleeves and turned away.
Under the strange gazes of the other cultivators, Lu Qingshan returned to Qingyun Sect with the second place in the positioning battle.
On Qingyun Mountain, the sect is right in front of you.
Lu Qingshan was about to join the sect.
Just at this moment, all the images began to shatter and the scene changed drastically.
A moment later, Qingyun Mountain turned into Daishan Mountain.
Lu Qingshan returned to the Daishan Mountain Road.
In front of him was the illusion, the character played by Lu Qingshan, Yan Qingfeng.
"The Questioning State of Mind is guided by the power of the mind. When making any choice in it, no one can do anything against their will," Yan Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and said slowly, "So, deep down in your heart, you don't want to change your sword, and it's not a hypocritical choice made just to pass this Questioning State of Mind."
"Just why? Why did you choose this way?" Yan Qingfeng frowned and asked in confusion: "Why would you rather bear the infamy and identity of a demon cultivator?"
"What defines you is never the sword itself, but the way you use it," said Lu Qingshan.
Yan Qingfeng was startled for a moment, and then his eyes lit up as he murmured, "It's never the sword itself that defines you, but the way you use it."
"But the situation where Quexie dragged you into the Blood Sea Hell and faced the Blood Sea Evil Beast is real. The Blood Sea Evil Beast is indeed getting stronger and stronger. Maybe next time you will be defeated and devoured. Can't you feel that fear?" Yan Qingfeng asked again.
"Fear does exist," Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly, "but escape is only one of the options."
Yan Qingfeng was stunned again, staring at Lu Qingshan's calm and handsome face, and suddenly laughed with relief, the laughter lingering halfway up the mountain, " Wonderful ! Fellow Daoist Lu is really a wonderful person."
As Yan Qingfeng laughed, his laughter gradually became sadder.
"I wish I had been as determined as Fellow Daoist Lu back then." Yan Qingfeng said regretfully.
He waved his hand.
The picture reappears.
He is still the master of Langya Sword, and he still exchanges the divine sword for the devil sword.
On one side is the reputation of a demon cultivator that everyone wants to kill, and there is the great fear that his master may be devoured at any time, and on the other side is the second most powerful sword in the world.
There is no reason to refuse.
Yan Qingfeng took the sword.
A hundred years later.
Yan Qingfeng became the leader of Qingyun Sect.
On the day he took over as the sect leader, the Langya Sword Master, with his tremendous power, launched a war of annexation against all the sects in the world of cultivation.
One case after another, like attacking a city or a stronghold.
In a blink of an eye, thirty-four of the thirty-six sects have either surrendered or been destroyed.
The Langya Sword Master entered the last sect alone.
Qingyun Gate.
Yan Qingfeng, who had become the leader of Qingyun Sect, accepted the challenge.
Just one sword.
Yan Qingfeng, who was said to be invincible in the world, was defeated.
Yan Qingfeng looked at the dark sword in the hand of Langya Sword Master and said sarcastically : "In order to unify the cultivation world, Langya Sword Master is willing to serve the Devil Sword and become a demon cultivator."
The Langya Sword Master looked at Yan Qingfeng calmly and asked, "Who told you that Quexie is a demon sword?"
Yan Qingfeng was stunned.
