Kang Mountain Night Talks

Chu Tianshu increased the pressure on his hands layer by layer.

After a few breaths, Qingyue finally couldn't resist and was crushed by him.

A sound like steel shattering seemed to echo in the air.

On the token screen, the section for Evil Spirit spirit materials now includes the Demonic Saber Art Spirit.

However, the token did not name it "Demonic Saber Art Spirit," but rather "Wounding Blade."

[Wounding Blade Dharma Spirit: People encounter death as if they were encountering a dragon, and injury as if they were encountering a tiger.]

Dragons are divine creatures and should not be seen lightly. Humans have only one life, and once encountered, there is no future.

Tigers are ferocious creatures; seeing one makes one go mad, causing one to feel trapped and with nowhere to escape.

Characteristics: Divided into eight, all-pervasive, single-mindedly attached, its sharpness multiplied.

Chu Tianshu let out a soft "hmm" and clicked on another item related to the Evil Spirit spirit.

[The Decaying Sword Dharma Spirit: With each passing minute, things decay a little more.]

If we see the end of time, it will surely be the death of all things.

Characteristics: Disconnection between body and spirit, disordered senses, accelerated decay, soul-destroying and life-threatening.

This Decaying Sword Dharma Spirit is the Dharma Spirit of the Fifteenth Sword.

He hadn't found anything strange about the name and features when he first saw them.

However, if the name of the demonic sword perfectly matches its inherent characteristics, representing "wound," then...

So, the reason why the Dharma Spirit of the Fifteen Death-Claiming Swords is called "Rotten" is...

Could it be that the fundamental meaning of this sword strike is not the fear of death, but the fear of decay?

Chu Tianshu's initial deduction.

The higher the level of indigenous martial arts, the more emphasis is placed on symbolic representations of intention.

If the Fifteen Death-Claiming Swords represent death, then the phenomenon of "injury" is not as frequent or as tangible as death.

The potential of the Fifteen Death-Claiming Swords is a notch below that of the Eight Linked Forms of the Ruyi Heavenly Demon.

However, if the Fifteen Death-Claiming Swords represent decay and decay.

It's hard to say which side has greater potential.

Even if a person has no worries about food and clothing, it is easy to feel that their energy is not as good as when they were young when they reach their thirties.

Those who live a life of hard labor will perceive decay earlier and more clearly.

Many people fear not only their own decline, but also the decline of their loved ones.

Chu Tianshu recalled Lu Shuangyan's account of her emotional journey.

Lu Shuangyan and Xiahou Feishan were already outside. After thinking for a while, he simply called out.

Lu Shuangyan was examining the corpse of the Demonic Sect leader when she heard the noise and came in. "What's wrong?"

"The essence of your swordsmanship, roughly speaking, is to use your sword as a symbol of death, and through this symbol, to reject external disturbances and achieve tranquility?"

Chu Tianshu said carefully, "Then what you're pursuing isn't actually the ability to kill people."

"It's not simply about seeking peace and quiet for oneself."

"Or is it a capability that can withstand external disturbances?"

Lu Shuangyan seemed to be deep in thought. She opened her mouth to speak but then stopped, pondering for a moment.

What I want is to be sharp enough and resilient enough.

"Mountains may press down on me, but I will split them open; floods may come and wash over me, but I am not afraid of water."

"We will not be forced to compromise our principles because of external disturbances."

Lu Shuangyan laughed and said, "When I was young, I was rather cynical and felt that there were too many corrupt and chaotic places in the world, but I couldn't sweep them away or make them any better."

"I just want to at least break through the miasma and avoid being contaminated."

I understand.

Chu Tianshu understood.

Lu Shuangyan's pursuit, in other words, is a force powerful enough to resist decay.

However, after the Fifteen Death-Claiming Swords went out of control, they went astray and became an uncontrollable force that accelerated decay.

Chu Tianshu said with a smile, "If that's the case, now that you've broken free from the influence of the sword Dharma Spirit, you might even be able to comprehend a new Fifteenth Sword on your own, which could Yannian and make you an exceptionally long-lived person."

"Some of the secrets in the Secret Incantations of Vertical and Horizontal' you gave me are actually for longevity and health."

Lu Shuangyan had anticipated this, and her expression was cheerful. "Originally, I thought that if we couldn't overcome the influence of that freak, we would adopt a child, raise him, and place our hopes on him."

"But right now, I feel like I can still live a carefree life for another thirty years, and then I can think about raising children."

Chu Tianshu's expression shifted, and he coughed lightly twice.

"I think nurturing children is still very necessary. Children have the most energy. Teaching a group of children to practice swordsmanship may be the most inspiring way to combat decay."

Lu Shuangyan nodded subconsciously, then felt something was off and looked at Chu Tianshu.

"Layman Tian, why do I feel like your tone is a bit off?"

Chu Tianshu opened his innocent eyes. "Really? I meant no good."

Lu Shuangyan pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered a strange question Chu Tianshu had asked her.

"Brother Chu, as you know, I'm terrible at naming things."

Lu Shuangyan said solemnly, "I'll name this sword technique because it has thirteen moves; it'll be called the Thirteen Death-Claiming Swords."

"If I were to adopt a large group of children in the future, it would be fine if some of them had their own names. But what names would I give to the ones who didn't?"

Lu Shuangyan said softly, "Look, let's just call them Yan Yi, Yan Er, and keep counting up to Yan Shisan, how about that?"

Chu Tianshu clapped his hands and said, "Yan Yi and Yan Er are a bit too perfunctory, Yan Shisan sounds much better."

Lu Shuangyan smiled.

He will definitely give his child a particularly elegant name.

If three characters aren't enough, then use a name with four, five, or even six characters.

Or, why not just use a line from a seven-character poem as the name?

In short, never name your child Yan Shisan.

Xiahou Feishan couldn't hold back any longer.

"Why are you two always thinking about adopting children? Haven't you ever thought about finding a woman you like, falling in love, getting married, and having children together?"

Lu Shuangyan didn't seem to care. "I have no interest in women."

Mutual affection is a matter of luck.

Chu Tianshu sighed, his gaze inadvertently glancing at Xiahou Feishan, "Some people just don't have that luck, so they shouldn't be so fixated on such things."

After a moment, he said, "I'm going to kill the Japanese pirates. Who will come with me?"

"Where along the coast are there any Japanese pirates left for you to kill?"

Chu Tianshu casually remarked, walked to the temple entrance, and took a deep breath, facing the wind on Poyang Lake.

On Kangshan Island, there were traces of people moving around everywhere.

After yesterday's battle, none of those who had grudges against the Flowing Cloud Manor left.

They rested on the island and took out their dry food and drinks.

Years of grudges and grievances have given people a chance to avenge their humiliations. Some people even killed their number one enemy yesterday.

But they didn't celebrate wildly; it seemed they were still holding back, wanting to do something.

"Brother Lu, Xiahou, what do you see when you look at all these people on the island?"

Lu Shuangyan walked over and looked at it for a while. "His integrity is like a sword, truly remarkable."

Xiahou Feishan looked closely and said, "Most of them are elderly people with no relatives. They're still out here seeking revenge at this age. They're old but still strong."

He looked at Chu Tianshu, "What did you see this time?"

Chu Tianshu chuckled lightly, "I see a lot of confusion."

Xiahou Feishan asked doubtfully, "What's there to be confused about? Although Flowing Cloud Manor's influence has greatly diminished, there's still such a large target there. We can let them continue their revenge."

Lu Shuangyan frowned. "Flowing Cloud Manor isn't like the Japanese pirates; not everyone there deserves to die. Over the years, they've managed to govern the three provinces, and many of the new recruits they've brought in are quite capable."

Xiahou Feishan snapped out of his daze and nodded, agreeing that it made perfect sense.

"In the world of martial arts, over 90% are those who drift with the tide, and the rest are mostly schemers. But even with the development of various schools of thought and doctrines, there is still a basic sense of justice in people's hearts."

Chu Tianshu said gently, "Some people understand this in their hearts, and they have a moment of enthusiasm and drive, but they don't know exactly how to do it, so they don't get truly good feedback."

"In the end, at best they can create a martial arts alliance, which will decay within a generation or become an empty shell."

"That fighting spirit also faded."

Two swordsmen listened from the side, and Miao Gao, Miao Ji, and the others also approached. For a moment, many examples from martial arts history books flashed through their minds.

Xiahou Feishan couldn't help but ask, "Then what do we need to do to make it last?"

"I don't know either."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "But I'm really in the mood for conversation right now. Looking at these people, I just want to chat with them."

"I'll be going to sea to go home soon, and I don't know when I'll be back."

"I plan to spend the rest of my time chatting with them."

"We can talk about martial arts, life, anything and South Sea! Talk therapy is a very important part of medicine, haha!"

Some of the instructions Chu Tianshu had left behind already hinted at his impending departure.

Miao Gao, Miao Ji, and the others were startled upon hearing this, but then felt a sense of both surprise and inevitability.

Before they could say anything more to persuade him to stay, Chu Tianshu waved his hand and started walking down the mountain.

"Let's go buy some tea leaves and mung beans first, then we'll come back and brew tea and soup."

"When everyone gets thirsty after chatting, we can have some to refresh ourselves!"

That afternoon, the scattered people on Kangshan Island gradually gathered together.

Some people sat on the grass, some on the stone steps, and some leaned against the branches of pine trees.

Chu Tianshu sat on a large blue stone and invited them to chat. He spoke first, then gestured for the others to speak.

At first, everyone was quite reserved, but they talked more and more as time went on.

Because they admired Chu Tianshu's achievements and reputation, they all gestured to Chu Tianshu and only stood up after receiving Chu Tianshu invitation, without making a fuss.

However, when it comes to empathy, everyone inevitably bursts into words.

The night was brightly lit, and everyone present, skilled in martial arts, became increasingly animated as they spoke.

After chatting and laughing for a long time, some people were so reluctant to leave that they fell asleep. When they woke up, they listened for only a short while before becoming engrossed in the conversation again.

That year, the Kang Mountain Night Talks was recorded in history.

On the third day, someone woke up, stretched, grabbed a cup of tea, took a sip, and was about to listen again.

There was no one left on that large blue stone.

Where is Layman Tian?

"They're gone."

"Gone?! I don't even know what he said last, how could he just leave? Oh dear!"

"Hehehe, hasn't he said enough?"

A woman patted her companion with a smile, "He has done the most powerful thing, and he has said the most powerful words."

"The time has come for us to demonstrate our strength."

From the crowd, the burly Great Han shouted.

"We seasoned veterans of the world, how could we let the Layman Tian monopolize the limelight?"

The people on the island responded loudly, their voices echoing across the lake.

Xiahou Feishan stood under the pine tree and wiped the mung bean soup from his mouth.

"Good heavens, I feel like this conversation that lasted for dozens of hours has made him even more famous than when he killed Flowing Cloud Manor Master. He's definitely chuckling to himself right now."

"Tsk! Lu Shuangyan, believe it or not, unless he comes back, I have decades to slowly build up my reputation, and sooner or later I will be more famous than him today!"

Lu Shuangyan gazed at the sky and said leisurely, "I do hope he comes back."

"If there are fifteen swords, will there be sixteen by then?"

(End of this chapter)