Chapter 9 The Grace of Dripping Water should be reported in the spring
"Wow--" Thousands of green bees were extinguished in the sweeping water.
Chu Tian held the Cangyun Yuanchen sword in his hand and clearly felt the hundred-year-old hegemony and murderous intention from the sword. All kinds of messy thoughts in his heart were instantly washed away and became extremely empty and clear.
The sword is a little heavy, weighing more than 100 catties. Obviously, it is not made of ordinary materials.
He Zhizhang's green bee magic hook was splitting, and the sharp cold breath tore the air, like an invisible arrow stabbing his body.
"Huong--" The rotation speed of Yuanchen Baozhu suddenly accelerated, bursting into a crystal white halo, and immediately melted the cold and fierce murderous atmosphere oncoming.
Chu Tian stared at the magic hook and slowly poured Fandu's magic gas into the Cangyun Yuanchen sword.
The sword spirit immediately cheered with the blessing of magic, and the auspicious cloud texture on the blade was in full bloom.
The green bee magic hook jingled, as if the inspiration was to the momentum of Cangyun Yuanchen Sword King to come to the world, and he couldn't help trembling.
Chu Tian had never used a sword or learned swordsmanship, so he handed it forward with a plain sword.
As the general's banner pointed away, the golden iron horse drummed all over the field, and a wisps of white light flow emerged from the body of the sword, completely smashing the cold wind wrapped in the green bee magic hook.
"Dang!" The green bee magic hook was broken, and the Cangyun Yuanchen sword was more powerful, like a broken bamboo pointing to He Zhizhang's eyebrows.
He Zhizhang roared back, and his whole right arm almost lost consciousness. The cold sword spirit transmitted from the green bee magic hook made the blood of half of his body freeze, and there was a layer of white frost on his shirt.
Thinking that he had worked so hard to become a Cangyun Yuanchen sword, but in the end, he took advantage of Chu Tian for nothing. He Zhizhang couldn't help attacking his heart and shouted, "Puppy, don't be rampant, I'll fight with you!"
Chu Tian took two steps in the air, smashed He Zhizhang's arms with a sword on the left and a sword on the right, and said lightly, "I didn't hurt your son, but he did die in front of my eyes. For his sake, I won't kill you. Let's go!"
He Zhizhang was not willing to waste his painstaking efforts. His blood-red eyes actually bumped into Chu Tian.
Chu Tian avoided sideways, and He Zhizhang hit his head in the air, and his body couldn't stop the momentum. He bumped into a piece of stone stalactite hanging down from the top of the cave.
The stone bell milk was smashed to pieces. He Zhizhang also broke his head and bloodshed, and his body lost control and fell into the Jiusha Pool.
"Ah--" He screamed sadly, and his flesh and blood turned into a few wisps of cyan essence in the pool and was included in the Yuanchen treasure beads.
Chu Tian shook his head and looked at the others in the cave.
As soon as He Zhizhang died, many masters in brocade would be frightened. How could they have the courage to fight? One by one, the soles of their feet were oiled and escaped from the ancient cave. Two incense owners walked slightly slowly and were killed by the palms of the whole world and Yuan Shihengyun.
The strong enemy was gone, and the three disciples of Tianyimen fell down by the pool and grieve for the rest of their lives.
Although they are slightly older than Chu Tian, they have lived in the immortal mountains since childhood. As famous disciples, they regard themselves highly, but they have never encountered such a storm as in front of them.
Chu Tian took Cangyun Yuanchen Sword and stared at them silently. He understood their feelings, but he couldn't persuade them. With this unexpected Cangyun Yuanchen Sword, he could not restrain his impulse to find Qinger more and more.
I have been dormant in the gorgeous fog mountain for more than a thousand days and nights. It's time for the Royal Sword to ride the wind and wander all over the world!
He conjured slightly and found that Dantian Zhenyuan became more condensed and mellow, as if a round of red sun was slowly running, constantly refining Fandu magic gas into yuan.
The magic spirit wanders around the whole body, smoothing the wounds, and washing the muscles and bones and meridians over and over again.
What's more subtle is that he can clearly feel the various essences of heaven and earth filled in the void, and even faintly feel the brilliance emanating from these essences of heaven and earth. And these, in the past, it was impossible to see them with the naked eye, let alone feel their existence.
Now, they linger around themselves like the wind, floating quietly, and their veins moistening everything.
This is the beginning of the induction of heaven and man. From then on, every wisp of thought that arises in the mind will have spirituality, communicate with heaven and earth, and be compatible with the universe. Even in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, with such a small trace of spirituality, you can make the grass and things around you clear, and communicate with all kinds of essences between heaven and earth at any time.
Chu Tianxin condenses the spiritual platform, slowly releasing a wisp of substantial thoughts out of the body.
His spiritual platform gradually lit up, as if the mirror that can shine on people, it doesn't know how many feet wide it is, nor how long it is. It looks like a circle or not a square, and it really exists in the heart.
As the wisp of spiritual consciousness from the body continued to spread around, all kinds of scenes in the cave were slowly reflected on his spiritual platform, even a drop of dew on the moss on the wall of the cave.
"I don't know where the limit of my spiritual stretch is?" Chu Tian's heart moved slightly, and his concentration stimulated his consciousness to continue to expand outward, but he obviously felt that the progress was getting slower and slower, and a very uncomfortable pain came from his mind, as if a tendon was about to be broken.
When the wisp of spiritual consciousness expanded to a radius of more than 100 meters, Chu Tian's mind seemed to have a sharp pain from the collapse of the sky and the earth. The black spiritual platform in front of him darkened, and even his thoughts became blurred in a trance.
He hurriedly stopped his mind and exhaled a long breath of turbidity. After a long time, he recovered, and his vision gradually returned to normal.
It's so dangerous - Chu Tian's heart has lingering palpitations.
But it has long been common for him.
He lives in a remote mountain, and all his cultivation comes from the Vandhu Jinshu hidden in the jade tube.
No one points, no one protects the law. In order to understand a little, Chu Tian must use extraordinary courage to take great risks to experience it first-hand. Several times, he wandered on the edge of going crazy and survived with perseverance and innate tenacity. Of course, he had to say that there was still a little luck.
Chu Tian looked at the whole world and others. Seeing that they were still crying, he didn't disturb them and quietly walked out of the ancient cave.
He lived in the gorgeous fog mountain for another three days. On the one hand, he absorbed and digested the experience learned from the fierce battle, and on the other hand, he communicated with the sword spirit of Cangyun Yuanchen Sword, and consciously cultivated a lot in a thousand miles a day.
On this day, the cloudless spring was happy. Chu Tian tied Cangyun Yuanchen's sword behind his back with a few old vines, walked out of the mountain alone and returned to the earth.
His first stop after leaving the mountain was still in Huaiyang City, intentionally or unintentionally. After all, I have lived here for more than half a year, and I have also been separated from Qing'er in this city.
When the sky was slightly bright, Chu Tian came to the city of Huaiyang, and the gate was closed and had not yet opened. A group of rural farmers waiting to go into the city to do business squatted under the wall and chatted.
Chu Tian stood aside silently. He hadn't heard the noisy voice for a long time, and he felt a little unaccustomed to it for a moment.
After a while, the gate of the city opened, and everyone lined up in turn to accept the inspection of the officers and soldiers guarding the city, and the hustle and bustle poured into the city.
Chu Tian mixed in the crowd and entered the city, and many shops on the street have been opened. The quiet ancient city woke up in the morning sun, full of the hawker's hawking and the squeak of cars crushing on the bluestone.
He couldn't help taking a deep breath, as if he had returned to the world at this moment.
He left the crowd and came to the Huaiyang River, which was the same lively and vibrant.
Fishermen leaned their boats against the shore to sell, fishmongers inquired for purchase, and a group of early children played happily on the shore.
Suddenly, Chu Tian's pace became slower and slower, and he couldn't help but come to the bank of the river where he was separated from Qinger that day.
The river is surging, taking away all the traces of the day, but it can't wash away the sadness of the teenager's heart.
He stood for a long time, walking along the road he had walked that morning three years ago to the former bridge cave.
"Sell steamed buns, hot meat buns, come and buy them--"
Suddenly, his thoughts were attracted by the hawking of a small vendor not far away, and he unconsciously turned his head.
Chu Tian suddenly remembered that when he was thrown by the river by the old man in white and walked back, it was here that he met a kind-hearted sister-in-law.
He didn't know the name of the sister-in-law, but he firmly remembered her smile and every word she said to himself. That kind love often flowed in Chu Tian's heart, which made him feel warm. Without her, Chu Tian didn't even know whether he would be the current Chu Tian.
He approached the vendor selling steamed buns and asked, "Uncle, I'm asking you about someone. I remember that there used to be a sister-in-law selling breakfast here. Why didn't I see it today?
The little peddler's face showed alertness. He took the opportunity to clean up the table and carefully glanced left and right carefully. For a long time, he whispered, "Why are you asking her?"
"Nothing, this sister-in-law helped me a few years ago. I want to know where she is now?
The small vendor looked up and down at Chu Tian. After a long silence, he finally replied, "Mrsong is dead."
"Dead, how did you die?" Chu Tian was shocked.
"She jumped into the river and died for more than half a year."
"Why did she jump into the river?" Chu Tian took a step and shot cold light into his eyes to look at the small vendors.
The little vendor was stared at by him and his hair trembled and stammered, "She, she, me, I..."
Chu Tian woke up and slowed down his tone and said, "Uncle, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. Take your time."
"Sister Song has a daughter who washed clothes by the river that day and was seen by Qin Jin, the young master of the Iron Clothes Gang."
The little vendor swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Qin Jin asked someone to catch the girl into the house and spoil her. The girl, like her mother, was fierce and hanged that night. Old Song... That is, Song's sister-in-law's man went to sue the official, but he was severely beaten by the official. Lao Song couldn't think about it. He hit his head on the stone lion outside the government gate and swallowed his breath on the spot.
Chu Tian's face was pale, and his fists and skulls were clenched, "Go on!"
"Yes, yes... Sister Song collected the corpses for her husband and daughter, dressed herself up beautifully, jumped from the bridge into the river, and rushed to death in a blink of an eye."
The little vendor said this and sighed, "A good family of three is gone! Why doesn't God open his eyes?"
Chu Tian put an ingot of silver on the table and said slowly, "Uncle, please buy me some incense candle paper money to pay tribute to Mrs. Song's family."
He said coldly, "God can't take care of everything. I'll take care of him!"