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Volume 1: The White-Haired Swordman Chapter 65: Drinking Blood from the Underworld

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    "Enlightenment of the sword!" In the room, Ye Chu sat cross-legged with a thoughtful look on his face.  The sword placed in front of him was the Tian or sword that had been broken long ago.

    Although the Sky or Sword was broken in the secret realm of the barren mountain, it was inherited from the ancestors after all, and it was the last thing left by the parents.  Although Ye Chu did not abandon it, he carried it with him.  Jian Qinghan seemed to know the meaning and condensed it into the shape of a sword again.

    "However, even if a mortal soldier is refined a hundred times, he is still a mortal soldier.  This sword undoubtedly left Ye Chu with only thoughts.

    A slight trace of nostalgia flashed through Leng Ran's expression, Ye Chuyi held the sky or sword and said: "The revenge of the future will come from you drinking blood!"

    With that said, Ye Chu took out a piece of white silk and wrapped it around his body.

    This kind of white silk can be seen everywhere in Taisu Sword Sect.  The white scroll is woven from century-old silk, which can protect the sword's light and warm the sword's body.  Countless disciples used it to wrap their own swords and carry them out.  The implication, in layman's terms, is to regard the sword as a part of one's body, a comrade-in-arms, and the same spirit.  Sword cultivators rarely put swords in their Qiankun bags.

    Jian Qinghan ordered Ye Chu to carry this sword instead of the sword transformed by the Han Chi sword spirit. He was afraid that he was also telling him that he must not relax at all times when carrying hatred.

    "Drink the blood from the underworld!"

    With Ye Chu's soft drink, a long sword came out like a dragon.  The hilt is as crystal clear as ice and snow, with sculptures of flying snow on it.  There are three-legged golden crow fireworks in the sword body, embellished with them. It is narrow and thin, with ice marks all over it, colorful and bright.

    "Golden flames burn the sky and control the divine wind, and the snow sea angrily drinks from the underworld!" Han Chi Sword Spirit's voice suddenly sounded, and he was filled with boundless pride.  But then, his true nature was revealed and he said: "Master, you see how good your master is at naming. The previous disaster was really unpleasant! From now on, master, just call me Huangquan."

    Having long been accustomed to its nagging, Ye Chu calmed down because of it and said, "As long as you like it!"

    Originally Jian Qinghan named the sword: Snow Flame Huangquan, but later he felt it was too soft and lost its momentum, so he chose the homophonic name for the sword: Blood Drinks Huangquan!

    As soon as he held the sword and swung it lightly, sharp sword marks appeared in the air.  After half a moment, these sword marks scattered in the air.

    Just as Jian Qinghan said, this thousand-year-old Han Chi's sword spirit is even better than Ye Chu's understanding of the sword.

    The spirit weapon contains a thousand-year weapon spirit, which is actually not precious.  However, with the soul of Han Chi as its essence and the bloodline of the Demon King such as the three-legged Golden Crow True Body as its body, Blood Drinking Underworld has unlimited potential, and it is not impossible to even break through to the Xuan-level weapon spirit!

    A magical weapon must go through many tribulations like a cultivator before it can be expected to be refined and produce its original spiritual consciousness.  Once the spiritual consciousness is completed, the magical weapon immediately becomes a spiritual weapon, its power suddenly increases a hundred times, and it is no longer a mortal weapon.  Even though the spiritual consciousness produced by a yellow-level spiritual weapon is still weak, it is already extremely rare.  As long as the master does not continue to perform sacrifices, the spirit will be lost in more than ten years and the original state will be restored.

    ??And Xuan-level spiritual weapons are almost always in the hands of those seniors who have practiced Taoism for hundreds of degrees. They are necessary for cultivating the incarnation of the body, and anyone who gets them will cherish them as much as their lives.  Even if there is no one to refine it, it can still absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its power will increase day by day; for earth-level spiritual weapons, the spiritual consciousness that has been refined can now travel away from the weapon, just like a heroic-level master.

    As for the heaven-level holy artifacts that integrate spiritual consciousness, condense souls, and channel psychic changes, it is rumored that there are only one or two in the holy realm, and they can be called the supreme existence that suppresses sects.

    Although the Han Chi Sword Spirit is able to travel without its weapon, it is mainly because of the peculiar existence of the secret realm in the barren mountains.  Its spiritual consciousness has just sprouted, like a child's. It can be called the top level of Huang level, but it is not enough to be a Xuan level existence.

    I am afraid that the spiritual master who died in the secret realm of the barren mountain was also an expert in the sword world, so Han Chi Sword Spirit has some real understanding of the sword.

    "The so-called swordsmanship is nothing more than stabbing, chopping, picking, blocking, swinging, slicing and other sword killing methods. Or using various dancing forms of birds and animals, and then using humans and gods to simulate each other, humanizing animals and deifying people  . Or take the natural artistic conception and the mountains and rivers as the basis to understand the meaning of the sword!" Ye Chu drank the yellow spring with blood in his hand, and realized while waving: "The Jingtao sword technique comes from the river and the sea, like the stormy waves, with majestic momentum. Master's  The Jixin Dao Sword can penetrate nature and realize the supreme realm, which is intertwined by countless sword intentions"

    Recalling that day when he was in Jian Qinghan's sword realm, Ye Chu suddenly had the idea of ??Taoism and Nature, and then this ordinary aura of worldliness was instantly shattered in his body.

    "meaning!"

    "What do you mean!?"

    "I want to know the momentum of the sword, but even the momentum of the sword has many kinds. Just like many Tao, everyone has his own way, just like ordinary people, everyone has his own way of living, so I thought about it.  It¡¯s nothing more than the word sword, pure, like the most original thing, but it¡¯s hard to figure out!¡±

    Unconsciously, Ye Chu was immersed in his own thoughtsUnder questioning.

    Jian Qinghan appeared silently, but Ye Chu kept frowning as he watched Ye Chu comprehend the sword's meaning.  Finally, he interrupted Ye Chu's thoughts and asked: "Sword cultivation is broad and profound. In your mind, what does it mean to be a sword!?"

    "What is a sword?" Ye Chu was lost for a while and asked.

    "The sword is in your hand!"

    "The sword is a mirror that reflects yourself. What kind of will you have, the sword will have what kind of will you have!"

    The sound was like a teaching, and Ye Chu's cold aura began to calm down.

    "He is your belief, glory, life insights, etc. The relationship between you and the sword is yourself and yourself in the mirror. Your momentum is actually your belief in your own ability, believing that you are invincible." Jian Qinghan looked at Ye  Chu slowly calmed down, and smiled like a breeze: "'The sword has no intention, but the person has intention.' The so-called spiritual weapon, although it has spiritual consciousness, is the spirit of the sword. It can be thrown into water, turn into a dragon, and throw into the air to retrieve a human head.  It is thousands of miles away, but it depends on your will. Otherwise, it is just a dead thing. Even if it becomes a holy weapon, it is still in human hands."

    He has a proud body and a murderous spirit on both sleeves; he is three feet sharp and invincible in all directions.

    In an instant, the blood-drinking underworld in Ye Chu's hand let out a sword cry.  Ye Chu's whole aura was as strong as ever.  Streams of sword energy went straight into the sword body, shining out with countless white waves.

    "As expected of the sword bones!" Jian Qinghan talked with admiration in his eyes.

    But just as he raised his hand, a gust of breeze blew the white wave air machine away in the house.

    "Let me ask you again, what makes a first-class swordsman?"

    Ye Chu, who had already realized something, responded conditionedly: "Of course it requires a strong foundation, excellent swordsmanship, and a sharp weapon that can blow hair and break the blade! To achieve the connection between the sword, the mind and the mind, you can become the sword of heaven and man!"

    "Every swordsman has his own way of swordsmanship. Only by being sincere with the sword can you strive for the pinnacle of swordsmanship." Jian Qinghan condensed his fingers, and the invisible sword energy came out, and the whole room was filled with momentum.

    Ye Chu only felt that he was surrounded by countless sword shadows, and the sharp sword energy seemed to have spiritual consciousness, all looking at him.

    "Sincerity to the sword, sincerity to people, and undoubtedly sincerity to the sword in the heart. When you reach the point of your three swords, you will be able to make the world proud. However, the realm of swordsmanship is not achieved in a day. Before that, you should work hard  Comprehend the Jingtao Sword Intent and hone your sword heart! This set of swordsmanship is not as powerful as the Xuan level, but it can be derived. You have a sword bone, I am looking forward to it!"

    As he spoke, Jian Qinghan coughed lightly and said, "My teacher didn't know the day before yesterday that you didn't even know how to control water, so I was careless! From today on, you will first go to the cold pool at the bottom of the waterfall to practice your sword, and then go up to the waterfall.  !¡±

    "clear!"

    Ye Chu holds the sword and comes out, naturally understanding the master's good intentions.  Without the observation of rivers, waterfalls, and roaring waves of the vast sea, it would be difficult to make any progress in the Jingtao sword technique.  If he hadn't seen the waves of the river and sea in his previous life, I'm afraid it would be difficult to use the Jingtao sword technique at this level.

    Just after Ye Chu left, Xiao Si jumped in like a cheerful rabbit and yelled: "Jian Qinghan, so this is what you teach your disciples!"

    "Then what do you think?"

    "That's how it should be!" Xiao Si nodded very seriously, but there was a chuckle in his heart.  In her impression, Jian Qinghan couldn't explain anything, but she didn't expect that he would be so patient when teaching his apprentice.

    Jian Qinghan changed his face very quickly. The previous strict master's style was gone now. He said: "If I lose my temper, he won't be able to condense the sword intention. If he can't condense the sword intention, how can he avenge our lovely Xiaosi?"  Woolen cloth!"

    "Hu Weiyu!"

    Xiaosi gritted his silver teeth, feeling filled with anger.  Thinking back to the time when he was at the Sword Fengtai, if he hadn't been protected by colorful neon clothes, he would have been burned to charcoal by him.

    The contemptuous eyes and hypocritical words in his memory made Xiao Si go crazy.

    "Master, you must train the young master to be the best in the sect, no, the best swordsman in the world!" Xiao Si said coquettishly, with a tender tone.

    Jian Qinghan slapped his forehead and sighed repeatedly: "Oh my, the girl's mind is really changing all the time. If he becomes the best swordsman in the world, what should I do!?"

    "Pretend!" Xiao Si uncovered Jian Qinghan's mask without hesitation, and ran away cheerfully: "I'm going to see him practice swordsmanship. You can slowly savor the lonely life like snow!"
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