Chapter 61 Raising a Sword
The stars in the sky are sometimes very close. They seem to be hanging above your head, embedded in the deep and dark sky. When you stand on the mountain, it seems that you can touch them with your hand.

But in fact, the stars we see may be the light and shadows they cast tens of thousands of years ago.

Chen Ji didn't know how long Xuanyuan's lifespan was, so the other party could casually spend 434 years just to pave the way for his practice.

He looked at Wu Ya: "Uncle Wu Ya, do you know Lu Yang, the headmaster of Jingchao Wu Temple?"

The crow actually nodded.

Chen Ji asked again: "Then do you know how old he is?"

Before Crow could respond, Old Man Yao came out with his hands behind his back. “Why are you not sleeping so early in the morning and asking about Lu Yang?”

"Well," Chen Ji thought for a moment and replied, "Didn't Liang Gou'er say that I am suitable for learning sword skills? I heard that the headmaster of Jingchao Wu Temple, Lu Yang, is practicing sword skills, so I asked around."

Old man Yao sneered: "If you want to learn, you can learn. Is there anyone willing to teach you? Isn't the fever gone? Why are you still talking nonsense?"

Chen Ji: "...First, tell me how old Lu Yang is."

Old Man Yao said casually: "According to rumors, he should be 130 years old. His cultivation level is high, so he will naturally live longer."

“How old was he when he became famous?”

Old Man Yao glanced at him and said indifferently, "Why should I tell you these things? Ask someone else."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ji helped Old Man Yao move the bamboo lounge chair out of the house and helped him lie down.

While massaging Old Man Yao's legs, he said sincerely, "Master, I can ask others, but they are not as knowledgeable as you. As the saying goes, an old man in the family is like a treasure. I am guarding this treasure mountain of you, so why should I look for others? Can they compare with you, Master? No!"

Old Man Yao glanced at him and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "What did you just ask?"

"At what age did Lu Yang become famous?"

"How old was he when he became famous?" Old Man Yao fell into deep thought, his eyes full of memories: "He is a legendary figure, one of the few living legends in the world."

"Lu Yang was born into a noble family in the Jing Dynasty. His father, Lu Xiao, was the champion marquis of the Jing Dynasty. He became disabled in the battle of Chongli Pass, so he passed on the Lu family's sword skills to Lu Yang at an early age. It is said that Lu Yang entered the Xiantian realm at the age of twelve, entered the Xundao realm at the age of sixteen, entered the Shendao realm at the age of twenty-one, and entered the Wu Temple at the age of twenty-two, becoming the youngest 'shanzhang' in the Jing Dynasty."

"After Lu Yang entered the Martial Temple, he fled south to the Ning Dynasty twice. During the first crossing, he climbed the Linghua Temple on Jinghai Mountain and smashed the bronze bell in the gate of the Linghua Temple, abolishing the practice of the abbot of the Linghua Temple."

"During the second migration south, Lu Yang attacked Yuqing Temple on Linxu Mountain, killed the Taoist leader of Yuqing Temple, and chopped up the plaque in front of the Jade Emperor Hall. Under siege by hundreds of Yuqing Temple disciples, he burned the plaque of the Jade Emperor Hall and drank warm wine. Before leaving, he left a sentence, 'Nothing special.'"

Chen Ji was shocked. Could this master of the Shinto realm actually do whatever he wanted?
"Why did he kill these two mountain gates?"

Old man Yao smiled and said, "Because Lu Yang is a martial arts fanatic, after entering the Divine Dao Realm, he has always wanted to find an opponent for himself in Jing Dynasty, but he couldn't find one, so he came to Ning Dynasty. The abbot of Linghua Temple and the Taoist master of Yuqing Temple are both known as the most promising Divine Dao masters in Ning Dynasty who can cross the threshold of heaven and man."

"Two masters of the Shinto realm were defeated so easily?" Chen Ji was puzzled: "Aren't we all in the Shinto realm? Why is Lu Yang more powerful?"

"Bullshit, do you really think that the Shinto realm is as cheap as cabbages everywhere?" Old man Yao shook his head. "The atmosphere was different at that time. Many people falsely reported their realms in order to recruit disciples. There were many people who falsely reported their strength and realms. Any horseman in the martial arts world would be in the Xundao realm. It was very exaggerated. In fact, the two people from Linghua Temple and Yuqing Temple were only in the Xundao realm."

"Ah? How dare you make up a story like this?"

Old man Yao was lying on a bamboo chair, talking about the interesting things that happened in the past: "When Lu Yang first entered the realm of the gods, he was young and full of vigor. He heard that someone from the Demon Sect was about to reach the threshold of heaven, so he wanted to challenge him. The elders of the Martial Temple advised him not to go, as if he was defeated, it would damage the vitality of the Jing Dynasty. But Lu Yang only left a sentence, 'If the enemy can go, I can go too', and then went down the mountain to kill the Demon Sect of the Jing Dynasty for a full sixty years."

"Did he find the Demon Sect master?"

"found it."

"Is the other party in the Godly Realm?"

Old Man Yao laughed out loud: "When Lu Yang returned to the Martial Temple after exorcising the demons in Jiazi, someone in the Martial Temple also asked him the same question, and he replied: 'Kou lied.'"

Chen Ji: "...If I hadn't pretended like this, I wouldn't have brought disaster upon myself."

But old man Yao continued, "In those years, he not only killed the Demon Sect, but also challenged all the masters who claimed to be 'hopeful to be promoted to the Godly Realm' or 'hopeful to cross the threshold of heaven and man'. As a result, in the past thirty years, basically no one dared to falsely report their strength. The name Lu Yang is like a mountain pressing on the heads of masters all over the world, and it cannot be moved or removed."

Chen Ji was in awe. Isn't this a professional anti-counterfeiting fighter?

He wondered: "Is there no one in Ning Dynasty who can compete with him?"

"It is said that the disciple leader of Huangshan can do it. Thirty years ago, the two of them fought for a month outside Chongli Pass. After that, the disciple went back to recuperate and never left Huangshan again. Lu Yang secluded himself for thirty years and never left the Martial Temple again."

"Lu Yang lost?"

"I didn't lose, but I didn't win either." Old Man Yao sighed, "I heard that the Apostle went down the mountain a few days ago. I think there will be another battle between the two..."

"Master, do you know Lu Yang? How do you know him so clearly?" Chen Ji asked puzzledly.

Old Man Yao did not answer, but asked again: "You want to learn the sword? I advise you to give up. The Lu family's sword has never been passed on to outsiders. With Lu Yang's cultivation in the Divine Dao Realm, he can live for at least another hundred years. We will not accept disciples for someone who has the potential to touch the threshold of heaven and man."

"He reached the Divine Dao realm at the age of twenty-one. Why hasn't he crossed the next threshold after being over a hundred years old? Is it because there are other people practicing sword skills?" Chen Ji asked.

"That's right," Old Man Yao answered clearly, "Lu Yang once said that there should be another person in this world who is practicing sword cultivation with him, so he has never been able to cross the last threshold. In the past few decades, the entire Jing Dynasty has been helping him find another person who is practicing sword cultivation, but he has never found him, and no one knows where he is hiding.

Chen Ji thought to himself, if Lu Yang entered the Xiantian realm at the age of twelve, then at what age did he start practicing sword skills? Just based on the nearest star, Proxima Centauri, it would take more than four years for the other party to touch it with his spiritual consciousness.

How did Lu Yang raise his sword? !
Chen Ji looked at Old Man Yao and asked simply, "Do you know how Lu Yang maintains his sword?"

Old Man Yao was surprised: "You even know about raising a sword. Did the guy in the cloth shop tell you?"

"...Hmm!" Old Man Yao thought for a moment and said, "This is not a secret. There is the North Sea in the north of Jing Dynasty, which is vast and boundless. Lu Yang has a sword in such a vast North Sea, so he should be the best in the world."

Chen Ji: Ah?

Using such a vast North Sea to raise swords?
No use for stars?
Why is this different from the type of sword I’m practicing? Did Xuanyuan say something?

……

……

Next to the apricot tree.

Old man Yao, wearing a baggy cloth jacket and black cloth shoes, stroked his beard and glanced at Chen Ji: "Don't be too ambitious. The tiger method is not worse than practicing sword skills, but it is more difficult to practice. You will understand it later."

Chen Ji knew that if he wanted to cultivate the Tiger Technique to the divine realm, half of the officials of the Ning Dynasty would have to die. It was indeed very difficult...

But whether you can practice sword skills or not, you have to try to know.

Chen Ji looked at Old Man Yao quietly. Was he going to practice secretly without telling his master? It seemed that there was no need to hide it. If the other party wanted to harm him, he would have died eight or ten times already.

He probed: "Master, if there is a chance... I mean if, if I can practice the sword technique, will you be angry?"

Old man Yao joked, "If, I mean if, if you can practice sword cultivation, then you should practice it. It happens that practicing sword cultivation can help you chop down officials and princes. The practice of the Mountain King Path is faster!"

The next moment, Chen Ji ignored the surprised looks of Old Man Yao and Crow, and used the method of Xuanyuan Sect to gently cut his forehead with a short knife.

A drop of blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows and slowly slid down. Chen Ji used his right thumb to wipe the drop of blood upwards, and this wipe left a touch of bright red on his forehead.

It’s like opening a third eye!

Chen Ji sat cross-legged under the apricot tree, pinching the base of his left ring finger with his bloody right thumb and index finger, and pinching the tip of his middle finger with his left thumb.

Old man Yao stood up from the bamboo chair in a flash, inexplicably surprised: Isn’t this the Taoist Ziwu Jue?
The root of the ring finger is "Zi", and the tip of the middle finger is "Wu". Cross your hands in front of your body. This is indeed the Ziwu technique of Taoist bowing, exactly the same.

It’s strange, where did this kid Chen Ji learn this from?

However, Chen Ji ignored Old Man Yao's surprise. When the Ziwu Jue was completed, he felt as if he saw the "world" through the wound on his forehead.

But this world is different from the normal world. It only has a vast sea of ​​stars, which is boundless.

Sirius, Tianshu, Yuheng, Shenxiu, Orion, Fomalhaut... the stars are shining!
But Chen Ji did not look at them, but fixed his eyes on the nearest sun.

The next moment, he flew up lightly, flying towards the sky as if in a trance.

Looking down, Chen Ji saw himself sitting cross-legged under an apricot tree in the small courtyard of the Taiping Clinic. Uncle Crow tilted his head and looked at him curiously, jumping back and forth between the branches, constantly changing his angles to observe him.

Old man Yao paced back and forth beside him, his eyes as big as bells.

In front of the breakfast shop opposite the clinic, a waiter was taking down the door panels; on the bluestone road of Anxi Street, an old man was hurriedly carrying firewood, the shoulder pole swaying up and down rhythmically on his shoulders.

Looking further away, Chen Ji even saw Wu Yun squatting on the roof of the cloth shop, and a tabby cat squatting opposite him. It was unclear what the two sides were saying, and it seemed that they were swearing at each other.

The tabby cat pounced towards Wuyun, but Wuyun pinned the tabby cat to the ground, curled up his claws, and hit the tabby cat on the head with a "bang bang"...

Chen Ji had never had such an experience before, as if he no longer belonged to this world, and as if the world already belonged to him.

For some reason, all the depressed mood that had accumulated for a long time because of Yunyang, Jiaotu, Jinzhu and Sicao was suddenly swept away.

Chen Ji couldn't help but want to shout out loud, but no sound came out.

He wanted to fly to other places, but he had no control at all and could only be pulled by the sun little by little.

Chen Ji suddenly turned around and flew towards the rising sun at an extremely fast speed. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like not long at all. He crossed the vast distance and came to the side of the blazing sun.

There was no burning sensation. The exploding and roiling flames in front of him had no effect on his "spiritual consciousness" at all. He could not feel the change in temperature.

Chen Ji gently stretched out a finger and touched the rolling 'lava' of the sun.

In an instant, he began to fall rapidly, and the fingertips that touched the sun were connected to a red flame that returned to his body through his forehead!

Everything returned to normal, and Chen Ji could feel the wind and hear the sounds again.

He felt that he had established a wonderful connection with the sun, and a constant supply of heat was gathering on him from the pulled back silk thread.

Sixteen fires were burning brightly inside his body, as if echoing the warm current that Chen Ji brought from the sun.

An invisible yet sharp energy was flowing through his meridians and blood like a small sword.

So this is the sword type!
It turns out that this is the sword energy that can eliminate the injustice in your heart!

Chen Ji opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the wound between his eyebrows. The wound healed in an instant without leaving any trace.

Old man Yao beside him kept exclaiming: "You? You? You!"

(End of this chapter)