Xuzhou is located in the southeast of Great Qi Cultivation World, bordering the territory of Demon Race. Therefore, Heavenly Sword Sect is not only a powerful force second only to Sunset City in Seven Hopes, but also shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the stability of the southeast region.
Therefore, Heavenly Sword Sect's control is extremely strict, and all monks who go up the mountain to observe Sword Stele must do so under the close observation of Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple.
Early in the morning on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Song Changsheng led everyone to the Heavenly Sword Sect. After undergoing strict inspection at the mountain gate, they headed to Sword Stele Forest where Sword Stele was led by Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple.
As a powerful sect that has stood on this land for thousands of years, Heavenly Sword Sect has nine sword peaks and two treasures.
These nine sword peaks represent Heavenly Sword Sect's nine swordsmanships. Each peak has a master, who cannot be held by anyone but Purple Palace Cultivator.
However, the current Heavenly Sword Sect has only six operators. Adding Sect Master, there are seven Purple Mansion Great Cultivator in total.
The two treasures refer to Sword Stele Forest, which is already open to the outside world, and Sword Pool, which is semi-open.
Sword Stele Forest is located in a dense Bamboo Forest under the main peak Myriad Sword Peak. When Song Changsheng and others arrived, they found that many people had already arrived before them, some were old and some young, and their cultivation levels were uneven. It can be seen that the rumors from the outside were true, and anyone could come and gain enlightenment.
The only confusing thing is that there are many pieces of Stone Tablet standing in a circle in this piece of Bamboo Forest. Song Changsheng scanned around and couldn't find which piece is Sword Stele.
Facing his question, Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple, who was leading the way, smiled and said, "Senior, I don't know that my sect's Sword Stele actually has a total of one hundred and eighteen pieces, and each piece contains a sword skill.
Among them, First-Tier has seventy-two pieces, the second-order one has thirty-six pieces, and Third-Tier has nine pieces. Our sect's Jiufeng comes from this. "
"Then there is another piece?" Song Qingxi asked with some confusion.
Hearing this, Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple stretched out his hand and pointed to the sword-shaped Stone Tablet in the center and said, "That is the last piece, Wordless Stele. It is also the legendary monument. Everyone who views it has different perceptions. The specific grade is difficult to define."
Song Changsheng was stunned when he heard this. It turns out that this is the source of Sword Stele Forest.
But soon a new question came to his mind, and he quickly said, "Fellow Daoist, according to you, doesn't your sect's swordsmanship inheritance all exist here?"
The leading disciple looked calm and pointed at a piece of Stone Tablet in the distance. "Yes, our sect's swordsmanship inheritance comes from this. The swordsmanship practiced by the younger generation is learned from that tablet."
Song Changsheng looked around, and sure enough he found many monks wearing Heavenly Sword Sect costumes meditating among them. He couldn't help but feel stunned. In this world, the inheritance of skills is very precious, and the core skills are the lifeblood of a force.
For example, Song Clan's Third-Tier inheritance method [Moon Essence Refining Scripture] can only be practiced by people of the bloodline of the Song Clan, and only part of it can be practiced at a time.
Not to mention rubbing is strictly prohibited, if you want to practice, you need to set Restriction in Sea of Consciousness. If you encounter Soul Search or Body Seizure, it will detonate.
All these measures are to ensure that the core mental skills will not be leaked.
Because there is no perfect Wu Que technique in this world. No matter how high its grade is, it will have some flaws or weaknesses.
If the enemy obtains it, he may use these flaws to make targeted preparations to restrain you in battle, which is very fatal.
Therefore, no matter who it is, they keep the skills they practice very tightly. This is not because they are selfish, but for the sake of their own lives.
But Heavenly Sword Sect actually put these inheritances in Stele Forest openly and allowed anyone to observe. This is basically impossible in other places.
It seemed that this was not the first time that the disciple encountered such a question. He said with a hint of arrogance, "The sword has no permanent power, and the technique has no permanent shape. It's just a monument. Even if it is enlightened by Tianxia people, it doesn't matter."
This can be said to be full of arrogance, but no one will doubt the authenticity of his words. The fact that Heavenly Sword Sect can stand here for thousands of years and continue to grow is the best proof.
Although there are only spells but no magic here, Song Changsheng still admires him very much. After all, magic is the most important means of attack for monks. Not everyone has such courage.
"Your lord's mind is admirable." Song Changsheng said with emotion.
The disciple looked indifferent and said with cupped hands, "Stele Forest is right in front of you. Seniors and fellow Daoists, please come in. Remember, observing Sword Stele is very draining of your mind. Don't be greedy for too much, and you can only comprehend it until the next time Stele Forest is opened."
"Thank you, fellow Daoist..."
Song Changsheng here hasn't finished greetings yet, Song Qingxing has already walked into Stele Forest holding the sword named [Traceless] purchased from the Heavenly Armament Pavilion.
His goal was very clear, and he headed straight for the Wordless Stele. The surrounding Sword Stele seemed worthless in his eyes.
Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple, who had not yet left, nodded secretly when he saw this. Everyone knew that Wordless Stele was the most precious, but under the temptation of many exquisite swordsmanship, few people would make such a firm choice.
After thinking about it, he called a fellow disciple who maintained order in Stele Forest and said, "This Senior Martial Brother, please pay more attention to this person. If possible, you can introduce him to the sect."
The man nodded and said, "It's your responsibility, no need to say more."
Wordless Stele is more than three feet high, completely black, and the surface of the monument is as smooth as a mirror, which can clearly reflect human figures.
At this moment, seven people were sitting cross-legged in front of him, meditating in meditation.
Song Qingxing found Meditation Cushion and sat down, instantly falling into trance.
"It's rare to come here, so you should go and understand each other. Remember, you can't bite off more than you can chew." Song Changsheng took the initiative to take Little Ling Yun from Song Qingxi's arms and said to Old Ghost Chihuo and Song Qingxi.
After the two of them left, Song Changsheng held Little Ling Yun and began to wander around Stele Forest, looking through the one hundred and seventeen pages of Stone Tablet like a quick glance.
Some Sword Stele he would just glance at, and some Sword Stele he would stop and ponder carefully, but at most it would only last less than a quarter of an hour.
His unconventional behavior puzzled Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple, who was observing secretly around him. Could this person be here for sightseeing?
Yes and no.
First of all, Song Changsheng Dual Cultivation of Body and Magic, as well as Artifact Forging Technique and Array, have no extra energy to study kendo.
Moreover, Song Clan Ancestor Song Taiyi is famous for his swordsmanship. If he had the intention to practice swordsmanship, he would have already put it into practice.
But holding on to the idea that stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, Song Changsheng still plans to take advantage of this rare opportunity to learn more about swordsmanship.
His understanding is beyond ordinary people, so he has gained a lot after going around in a circle. At the same time, he also discovered a problem. The inscriptions carved on Sword Stele lost their effect after he rubbed them.
"There should be some special arrangements here. Only in this location can Sword Stele learn swordsmanship. No wonder they don't prohibit rubbings." Song Changsheng felt a hint of enlightenment in his heart.
After a full circle, it was already the early morning of the second day. Song Qingxing was still sitting cross-legged in front of Wordless Stele like a sculpture, and Song Qingxi was also sitting cross-legged in front of a second-order Sword Stele to meditate.
Even Old Ghost Chihuo followed the guidance in the Unseen and walked to a piece of Third-Tier Sword Stele.
Although they have chosen the ones that are most suitable for them, they only have ten days, and it is still unknown whether they can truly realize it.
Song Changsheng, who had nothing to do, fed Beast Milk to Little Ling Yun who woke up from hunger, and then came to Wordless Stele.
"It is said that everyone will have different understandings. I don't know what you will bring to me."
Song Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of Sword Stele and fell into Epiphany.
The moment he closed his eyes, his consciousness suddenly felt like Space Shuttle. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a hall.
Many young monks were sitting cross-legged in the main hall, and they were all looking forward. There was a three-legged Bronze Tripod, and the orange-red flames were constantly burning the bottom of the cauldron.
An old man with white beard and hair and an immortal spirit stood next to Bronze Tripod, holding a copper pill the size of a pigeon egg in his hand and looking at the crowd Human Dao: "What I am going to demonstrate next is how to use [Sword Pill].
What I have in my hand is a First-Tier [Sword Pill]. Please watch my demonstration. "
The old man threw the ball in his hand, and saw a flash of sword light, and a deep sword mark was cut out of the copper pillar that was used as the target.
And the [Sword Pill] has returned to the old man's hand at this moment, but it is no longer in the form of a ball, but is like a soft ribbon wrapped around the old man's fingertips, spinning slowly.
With Song Changsheng's eyesight, he can naturally see that it is actually a Flying Sword refined in a special way. Sword Intent, a swordsman master, is sealed inside. The user only needs to inject Spiritual Power to release the powerful Sword Qi.
Once the sealed Sword Intent is used up, this [Sword Pill] will lose its effect.
"Then I will start teaching you the refining method." After saying that, the old man took out the materials one by one and started refining them.
Song Changsheng suddenly felt that this was his own Fortuitous Encounter.
"Where am I...?"
In the dim cave, Blood Consort struggled to open his heavy eyelids. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. Even if he moved slightly, he would feel heartbreaking pain.
Although Bai Zhengchun's sword was struck in a hurry, it still almost cut her into two pieces. If it weren't for her "Blood Demon Great Technique" small success and amazing recovery power, she might have abandoned her body and fled like Xiangzhou Helmsman.
Due to the serious injuries, Blood Consort's consciousness was still a little chaotic, but she vaguely remembered that she successfully escaped from Sunset City by relying on the backhand prepared in advance, and finally fainted in Birch Forest thousands of miles away from Sunset City due to lack of physical strength.
Looking at the dim and claustrophobic space in front of him, Blood Consort could conclude that this was definitely not the place where he fainted.
Although it is difficult to move the body, fortunately Divine Sense can still use it.
Spreading Divine Sense out, Blood Consort quickly figured out where he was. It was a cave with a cramped space. The entrance was directly in front, blocked by ivy-like vines, and there was faint light coming through the gaps.
On his side, there was water mixed with yellow mud dripping from the gaps in the stones.
Blood Consort licked her chapped red lips. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. Her throat was so dry that it was smoking, but she couldn't even move her fingers now.
At this moment, a "crash" sound came from the entrance of the cave.
Her heart suddenly lifted. Is someone coming?
Sure enough, a majestic figure lifted up the vines at the entrance of the cave and walked in. It was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of appearance. The stubble that had grown wildly had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time, giving people a sense of decadence.
Only those pair of deep eyes seemed to turn into a whirlpool when they looked at each other, trying to suck away people's souls.
He was wearing a somewhat worn black robe, and before he even got close, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.
And on his shoulder stood a huge Crimson Bat, exuding a dangerous aura.
Blood Consort's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Soul Returnless, how dare you appear in front of me!"
With her enemy in front of her, she tried to struggle to sit up, but she couldn't muster the strength at all, so she could only watch as the enemy approached.
Soul Returnless came to her, squatted down slowly, and then stretched out his hand and placed it on Blood Consort's snow-white belly. There was a hideous wound there, which almost split her into two parts.
There is a strange energy flowing above, constantly eating away at Blood Consort's Spiritual Power, causing the wound to never heal.
"What do you want to do? Take your dirty hands away." Feeling the warm touch, Blood Consort's eyes were about to burst into flames. If she hadn't been unable to move, she would have stood up and killed this bastard!
Soul Returnless didn't answer, a burst of black light appeared in his palm, and it slowly brushed over the wound.
The place Blood Consort was swept by the black light only felt a numbness, as if something was about to grow.
Blood Consort was suddenly startled, was he... healing himself?
After doing all this, he tore off a piece of the hem of his robe, simply wrapped it up for her, and said in a gentle voice, "There are Blood Fiend Qi residues on the wound, and it will take a long time to heal.
The person who hurt you is very powerful, and Killing Intent Yingtian. In my impression, there is only one person who meets these characteristics, but he should be dead. "
Blood Consort was not in the mood to answer his questions at the moment. Her mind was in chaos. What was happening in front of her made her a little confused.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Soul Returnless showed a trace of sadness in his eyes. He took out a gilt jar and put it on Blood Consort's mouth and said, "You have been in a coma for three days. You must be thirsty. This is the dew in the morning."
Blood Consort looked at the face she hated in front of her, and said with a complicated expression, "Why do you do this? I am Steering Master from Bian and Ling two states, and I am the enemy sent by Sect Leader to take your life."
Soul Returnless was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't care which state Steering Master you are from, or what mission you carry. In my heart, you are just my sister."
"Shut up!
You are a rebel in the church, you betrayed Sect Leader, you betrayed Blood God!
From that moment on, you are my enemy!
Even if you save me, I won't thank you, I will still kill you! "Blood Consort's emotions suddenly became excited, and a strong murderous intention filled her face, making her look a bit ferocious.
Soul Returnless There was a trace of pain on the face of the vicissitudes of life. The brother and sister turned against each other. There is no greater tragedy in the world than this.
He sighed melancholy and said, "Take good care of your injuries. When your injuries get better, I will tell you the truth. If you still want to kill me at that time, you will definitely get your wish."