Eternal Tranquility

The Eight-Character Sword Technique was Liu Qinghuan's most comfortable sword technique that he had used for many years. He was deeply aware of its subtlety and power. However, he only has half a book of sword techniques in his hand, which are divided into four characters: Huan, Break, Fen, and Hui. Every time he practices one more, the difficulty increases exponentially.

Judging from its description, it is obvious that the Can Zi Jue recorded in this unknown so-called "Tianlong Daxian's Peerless Sword Manual" is in the same vein as the other four Zi Jue in his hand. It is a pity that there is only one page on it, and before it has entered the specific stage of cultivation, it stops at the mysterious and mysterious explanation of residual characters.

After Liu Qinghuan threatened the young monk, he took him to a corner to avoid others.

The little monk was so frightened by the slight pressure that he issued that his face turned pale. Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was not someone he could provoke in the past. He trembled and called him truthfully: "Senior, that page... I am the same on that page. I bought it from someone else. I saw that the swordsmanship explained above was very reasonable, so I spent some spiritual stones to buy it."

Liu Qinghuan was very dissatisfied with this answer and asked: "Where are the other pages at the back?"

"No, no more." Seeing his disbelief, the young monk hurriedly said: "It's really gone! When I bought it, there was only this page. Later, I felt that the Can Zi Jue written on it must be a very powerful one. I also went to find that person for the sword technique, but he only got it from someone else..."

If the Eight-Character Sword Art were taken as a whole, its grade would be at least Xuan level or above. But if separated, each character can be practiced individually, which is extremely exquisite.

After finally finding the trace of the other half of the Sword Art, it was shattered in the blink of an eye. Liu Qinghuan was unwilling to give up. She put her hand on the young monk's head and stared at him: "If you don't want to become an idiot, don't resist!"

The little monk's face turned blue and white, and then turned white and blue, but he had no room for resistance at all and could only let him search for his soul.

Liu Qinghuan quickly took back his hand in disappointment. The other party did not lie. He indeed did not know the whereabouts behind the residual page. Moreover, it had been several years since the residual page had been in his hands. The person who sold it to him had long since disappeared.

Leaving the poor little monk behind, Liu Qinghuan pulled Xiao Hei out of the crowd and walked quickly outside the market.

Seeing his dark face, Xiao Hei was so obedient that he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly got on the shuttle and continued on his way.

When Xiao Hei saw the puppets on the boat, he immediately forgot about his master and ran over to take out a bunch of food to show his courtesy, which made Liu Qinghuan's eyes twitch.

"If you get into heat again, I'll throw you back into the Songxi Cave Sky Map. It's simply an eyesore!"

Xiao Hei touched the puppet's hand with an intoxicated look on his face and curled his lips and said: "Master, you are a full man and don't know the hunger of a hungry man. Besides, Xiao Bai has no objection, okay?"

"He, do you know what it means to be a full man and a hungry man?" Liu Qinghuan slapped him in the face and said, "Of course it won't object, because it is just a machine puppet! Also, what the hell is Xiaobai?"

"Hey, Xiaobai is her name." Xiaohei said proudly: "My name is Xiaohei, and her name is Xiaobai. They make a perfect pair!"

The doll was quickly taken to Songxi Cave Tiantu by Liu Qinghuan, because Liu Qinghuan really couldn't stand Xiao Hei's constant estrus, so he simply separated the two. Xiao Hei had been arguing for several days.

Without further ado, Liu Qinghuan has been traveling for several months, passing through the vast and vast Jiuyou Realm, and even took a few detours because some places were too dangerous.

Probably because Jiuyou was so big that it would take a long time for the monks who were going to watch the ceremony to get to You, the news about the Zhaoyang Ghost Emperor's concubine ceremony was released more than a year ago. Therefore, Liu Qinghuan had plenty of time.

After calculating the distance, it would take about two months to reach You. After thinking about it, he decided to take a short detour and visit a place called Zuiwang Jianbi.

From the jade slips of the map given to him by Chonghe and what he later learned, it was just an inconspicuous stone wall like the Shiwan Mountain in Jiuyou. Then one year, someone passed by the stone wall. Before he got close, he felt the chilling sword energy passing by. When he looked up, he saw that the Qianren cliff was densely covered with sword marks that contained shocking sword intent.

As a result, this wall quickly became famous, and many people rushed there just to understand the sword meaning in it. Later, someone really got something and created a set of swordsmanship that is unparalleled in the world. As a result, this place became more famous and attracted more people to rush to go there.

However, not everyone can go, because the sword intent of the sword wall is so overbearing that those with low cultivation levels cannot bear it, so most of the people who dare to go are above the Golden Core level.

Since it's not far away, Liu Qinghuan naturally doesn't want to miss it and see what it means to be drunk and forgetful.

After walking for several days, the mountains below gradually became more and more towering, and the tall peaks were like sword blades inserted upside down, with a fierce momentum.

The Zuiwang Sword Wall is very easy to find, because even today, many swordsmen still practice here and dig caves on the nearby peaks.

Turning another mountain peak, the Zuiwang Sword Wall finally appeared in front of Liu Qinghuan's field of vision. It was just like the rumors. The sword marks on it were everywhere and messy, just like someone was drinking under the wall while practicing his sword in a drunken state. The sword was swung out wantonly and unintentionally, leaving the wild sword intent on the stone wall.

"It really lives up to its name, it's interesting."

Liu Qinghuan nodded secretly and prepared to get closer.

At this time, a male cultivator with a square face who was passing by below suddenly raised his head, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the hidden magic circle of the floating shuttle, and faced him directly!

Liu Qinghuan narrowed his eyes. This man was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His lonely and proud sword intent spread out without restraint, making people intimidated.

He was thinking about whether to go out and say hello, but he saw the square-faced male cultivator turned his head and fell down the wall with an indifferent expression.

Liu Qinghuan didn't think so, so he put the whimpering Xiao Hei back into his spirit beast bag and walked out of the cabin.

The wind blew from the mountains, bringing a bit of coolness, and some iron-like curly ferns grew between the cracks in the rocks, making a gentle sound, but making the surrounding fields even quieter.

However, there were actually many people sitting or standing near the sword wall, some looking up at the sword marks on the wall obsessively, or lowering their heads and closing their eyes in deep thought. Everyone was separated by a distance so as not to disturb each other. , Silent and silent.

Liu Qinghuan found an open space not far from the sword wall and sat down. He calmed down for a while before starting to feel the sword intent on the wall.

…

A few days later.

Liu Qinghuan came back from his thoughts. The sword marks that cut through the night seemed to still remain in his eyes, and he felt something in his heart.

A male cultivator dressed in black walked up to him, nodded to him, and said through a message: "Fellow Taoist Qingmu, are you over with your meditation today? Do you want to have a drink together?"

This person, whose nickname is Feng Xian, is a demon cultivator with a quite cheerful temperament. He has become somewhat familiar with Liu Qinghuan in the past few days.

In this barren mountain and wild land, the life of practicing swordsmanship is inherently difficult. Not everyone can sit still for several months, so while practicing swordsmanship, they occasionally communicate with each other.

Liu Qinghuan nodded happily and stood up.

Feng Xian smiled and waved his hand and said, "I also invited fellow Taoist Gu Ye and Wenzhen."

Just as he was talking, he saw two more people walking this way. One of them was the square-faced male cultivator he met when he first arrived at Zuiwang Jianbi.

The four of them didn't say much, and flew up to Feng Xian's cave. Afterwards, they placed wine on the table and sat down to discuss swords.

Compared to the other three, Liu Qinghuan is not a swordsman, but because he has practiced the "Bamboo Heart Sword Art" and the Eight-Character Sword Technique, he is quite profound in the sword, so he is not shy about speaking out.

The Tao is unclear, the sword is unclear, and the people present are all Yuanying monks. After such a small gathering, everyone has gained something.

The communication is not limited to swords, but also includes the experience of cultivation. Although no one will generously tell the essence of one's own cultivation, it is enough.

If he hadn't rushed to Youdu, Liu Qinghuan would have stayed here for ten or eight years, slowly comprehending the meaning of drunkenness and forgetfulness on the sword wall. This place is like a quiet place isolated from the chaotic world. The people who stay here are all focused on the sword. There are not so many complicated intrigues. They can also exchange experiences with each other on weekdays. It is really a good place for cultivation.

On the other hand, it was the square-faced male cultivator named Guye who sat at the same table for the first time. He was as lonely and lonely as his title, and rarely participated in such small exchanges.

When I saw him today, he still spoke very few words, but every time he spoke, his few words hit the point, which made people sit up and take notice.

"Haha, I'm lucky enough to invite Brother Guye today." Fengxian raised his glass and said with a smile: "After listening to what you said, I have been studying for ten years. Brother Guye is indeed an extraordinary person. Come on, let me toast you!"

Gu Ye held the wine glass to his lips and drank without saying a word.

Feng Xian didn't take it seriously, and drank the wine in the glass and said: "Now that I have finished discussing the sword and explained the Tao clearly, I would like to ask you something."

Everyone else looked at him and heard him say: "Speaking of which, the ceremony for Emperor Zhaoyang to accept his concubine will be held soon. Do you fellow Taoists want to go and congratulate you?"

Wen Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, was dressed as a scholar, waving his fan and said: "Of course I have to go. The other party is the Ghost Emperor after all. If you don't give me this face, it will be difficult to meet each other in the future. I plan to set off in a few days Now, Brother Fengxian should go too, why not come together?”

Feng Xian nodded to him: "Of course that's good, where is fellow Taoist Qingmu?"

Liu Qinghuan said: "I want to join in the excitement."

After speaking, he looked at Guye, who was the only one present who didn't speak.

Gu Ye still sat expressionless, but he heard Feng Xian laugh and say: "Does Fellow Taoist Qingmu not know Brother Gu Ye's identity? He must have to go."

Liu Qinghuan was confused: "Identity?"

"Brother Guye is from Senluo City. The concubine that Emperor Zhaoyang is marrying this time is considered his cousin..."

At this time, Gu Ye suddenly stood up and said, "If you have nothing else to do, take your leave."

With that said, he turned around and walked out under the astonished gazes of the other three people, quickly disappearing at the entrance of the cave.

"This, this..." Feng Xian was speechless and said, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"Probably not." Wen Zhen comforted him with a few words of confusion, "It's just that it's not. It's strange why Brother Guye reacted so strongly."

Liu Qinghuan looked at the hole thoughtfully, picked up the cup and took a slow sip.

Feng Xian suddenly lowered his voice: "I heard that Brother Guye came to Zuiwangjianbi because he had a falling out with someone in his clan. Could it be that he has always had a grudge against Senluo City?"

Wen Zhen was stunned and said: "So there is such a thing? That makes sense. Alas, Senluo City has always been mysterious. Outsiders are not allowed to enter except for members of the clan. I didn't know about this."

The three of them chatted for a while, agreed to set off to Youdu together, and then dispersed.

Two days later, Liu Qinghuan and Feng Xian met outside the mountain.

He looked left and right and asked, "Won't fellow Taoist Guye go with us?"

Feng Xian released a blue and black Dharma boat, shook his head and said: "I went to invite him again later, but Brother Guye said that he would stay for a few more days and would not go with us."

Liu Qinghuan secretly thought it was a pity. Since that person was from Senluo City like Hongshang, he originally wanted to have more contact with him, but since they were not familiar with each other, he couldn't come to him rashly, so he had to look for opportunities later.

The three of them boarded the boat and sailed all the way, finally approaching the area where Youdu was located two months later.

Gradually, they met more monks. In the past, they could not meet anyone in ten days and a half, but now they can meet one in three or two days.

Those monks who were building foundations and cultivating golden elixirs were traveling in groups or alone. When they looked up and saw the large, extremely fast Dharma boats in the sky, they all expected the Nascent Soul monks to pass by and paid their respects in awe.

Obviously these people also wanted to go to the Nether City. Liu Qinghuan could almost imagine the lively scene in that city that was extremely famous in the entire Nether World.

He felt quite emotional in his heart. There was probably no place like this world where human cultivators, ghost cultivators, demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and all kinds of cultivators could maintain a peaceful appearance when they met, instead of fighting immediately. Other interfaces are completely unimaginable.

Even Yun Mengze and the Immortal Cultivation Alliance brought together various groups of monks for the sealing war. But in fact, except for human cultivators and demon cultivators who are both human beings and can barely communicate, other groups cannot integrate at all, let alone ghosts. There is no room for a monk like Xiu to survive in Yunmengze.

After a few days, the three of them finally arrived in Youdu ten days before the concubine registration ceremony.

On the flat and open wasteland, a large city covering an extremely large area rose from the ground. On the high city wall, there were many ghost soldiers, looking solemn and solemn.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Youdu to be an above-ground city. He thought it was underground.

Outside the city, a large river dozens of feet wide passed around the city. The black water was rolling in it, filled with resentment. From time to time, struggling shadows of ghosts emerged from the water, stretching out their dark and skinny five claws to grab them. Feet of people passing on the stone bridge spanning the river bank.

The stone bridge was as straight as a road. It was about a foot higher than the Blackwater River and only a foot wide. There were not even guardrails on either side.

Feng Xian's face was full of smiles and he said: "We are finally here! Every time I see Youdu, I feel that this is probably the largest ghost town in the entire Nether World."

Wen Zhen also smiled and said: "Yes, it is probably the busiest ghost town. There are not so many people in other places."

The Dharma boat fell to the ground and stopped on this side of the Blackwater River. Liu Qinghuan followed the two of them out and walked to the towering gate of Youdu.

I recommend a book called "The Sword Knocks on the Heaven's Gate". The style is somewhat similar to mine. The writing style is outstanding and worth reading.