Chapter 19: Jian Chen's Secret Book

Long Yu put the sword back into the ring, sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the stars in the sky. Long Yu had forgotten how many years had passed since he climbed up the stone steps and jumped down. After experiencing all kinds of difficulties and failures, he finally learned the Liangyi Bagua formation. The next step was to defeat the formation spirit and get out.

Long Yu quickly meditated to replenish his spiritual power, looking at his spiritual purple flame. It was really shameful that there was no other change except for a little more solidification. Long Yu was even wondering if he could only stay in his current position and no longer have the ability to climb up.

Long Yu shook his head and stood up. A four-layered two-element eight-diagram formation surrounded his body. He looked at the sky. It was early morning. There was a cloud of orange in the east. The shape of the cloud was a bit like a dragon. Long Yu looked at the clouds in the sky, waiting for a ray of sunlight to shine on the ground.

Just after five or six minutes, a yellowish ray of sunlight shone on a giant sword, which then reflected on other giant swords, as if forming a line. Long Yu looked at the ray of light and ran in quickly. Just as he approached the third floor, a strong airflow suppressed Long Yu's progress.

Long Yu jumped into the third layer and followed the airflow. He tried to go against the flow and attacked the sword formation frantically. Long Yu felt that reversing was an unwise choice, so he gave up the countercurrent and jumped out of the third layer of the airflow formation, turned around and ran into the second layer of the airflow, and then jumped out to between the first and second layers.

Long Yu stopped thinking about jumping into the first layer and chose to adjust his spiritual power to the best state first. He would have to face the formation spirit next. Long Yu looked at the sun rising from the sky and went directly into the first layer of airflow.

Long Yu looked at the formation spirit in the middle, and suddenly the airflow of the sword formation stopped. Leng Tu's phantom stretched out a dragon claw hand to Long Yu, and the Red Flame Sword fell directly in front of Leng Tu's phantom. Leng Tu's phantom turned into a real shadow, looking at Long Yu with anger, and yelled, "You idiot, I just wanted to repair the sword formation, and you crashed into the airflow."

Long Yu put his sword hand back into the ring, touched the back of his head and showed a harmless look, "You made me jump into the sword formation, you can't blame me for this." Leng Tu flew up and kicked Long Yu directly. Long Yu's soul directly hit a huge sword, but Leng Tu's speed was too fast for him to avoid.

Leng Tu looked at Long Yu with a look of disappointment, "I asked you to comprehend the sword formation, not to run around everywhere. If I hadn't protected you, you would have died in the sword formation long ago." Leng Tu fetched a wine jug, took a sip and shouted, "Hurry up and repair your body, and repair the sword formation for me."

Long Yu sat on the ground, looking at the giant sword he had hit, with cracks all over it, looking like it would break at any time. Long Yu looked at Leng Tu with hatred, and uttered a word after a long time, "Oh". Leng Tu looked at Long Yu with a reluctant look, and was about to kick him. Long Yu quickly lay on the ground, feeling a strong wind passing over his head.

Leng Tu looked at the sky and shouted, "Why don't you leave? Stay and help this bastard repair the sword formation. Get down here, bastard." Leng Tu had just finished speaking when he saw traces of jumping and running all over the mountains above, and countless trees had fallen. Long Yu looked at the dust flying all over the sky.

A light with purple lightning appeared beside Leng Tu, who was sitting on the floor drinking wine. He pointed at Long Yu and shouted indifferently, "Teach him swordsmanship, and teach him your family's forging skills. This brat is a bit useless at swordsmanship."

Jian Chen showed a helpless look, threw his hand away, and turned into a purple lightning and left. "Silly junior brother, you read these two books first, I'm going to take care of something." Long Yu looked at the two books on the ground, one was the Forging Technique of Ziwei Emperor, and the other was the Dust-Breaking Sword Technique.

Long Yu received the scroll of the wordless heavenly book, and the spirit suddenly changed from a shadow to a real shadow, and made a master's salute to Long Yu with both hands. "Thank you, Master, for letting me upgrade to a ground-level spirit." Long Yu smiled harmlessly, "I want to learn swordsmanship."

Zong Ling held a sword in his hand and chanted: There are different levels of swords, sword apprentices, sword masters, sword sects, sword masters, sword emperors, sword saints, and sword emperors. There are countless ways to practice swords. You can practice as you like and integrate your own way. That is your own way of swords. There is no distinction between good and evil.

There are three forms of swords. The sword that people rely on to pass down the sharpness of the sword is called the blood sword. This kind of sword is made of the blood of the person who made it and can be passed down from generation to generation. The sword that is constantly polished by the soul is called the soul sword, which can devour the soul to strengthen the sword. The sword condensed by the divine consciousness is called the extended sword. The greater the divine consciousness, the greater the divine sword.

Zong Ling looked at Long Yu and said, "Master, you can choose a sword made of ordinary iron, a sword polished by the soul, or a sword condensed by spiritual consciousness." Long Yu chose the sword condensed by spiritual consciousness without hesitation. The sword in Zong Ling's hand turned into a white gas, and he explained the methods of condensing the sword with spiritual consciousness one by one.

Long Yu was stunned. He used his spiritual consciousness as a furnace to transform the colorless sword into a Daoyou-shaped sword, and then used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword. On the surface, it was simple. Although it did not require materials like ordinary iron swords, it was a huge project to transform it from a shapeless sword into a shaped sword, and add properties.

After watching the divine consciousness condense the sword, Long Yu asked Zong Ling, "What is the level of the sword?" "Challenge, only defeating people within the same level can be considered a level." Long Yu wanted to curse, "Since the level of sword morality depends on the recognition of others, how can you practice swordsmanship?"

Zong Ling looked at Long Yu with contempt, "Swords are divided into human swords, earth swords, heaven swords, and heart swords. A sword that controls a person is called a human sword, a sword that combines a person and a sword is called an earth sword, a sword that is controlled by a person is called a heaven sword, and a sword that does whatever it wants is called a heart sword. All weapons, including the body, are divided into four levels."

Long Yu figured it out. Jian Chen's swordsmanship was a kind of spontaneous and spontaneous, without any need for self-control. "What is the mental method for practicing swordsmanship?" "If there is no mental method, you have to rely on your own understanding, and create your own moves to fight the enemy. The sword moves created by others are only suitable for bloodline swords."

Long Yu had the intention to beat someone up, but he didn't have any sword skills, so what was the point of learning it? Zong Ling seemed to understand what Long Yu meant, "Master, the sword skills you learned are sword skills. Using the sword skills to provide energy is your sword skills."

Long Yu suddenly understood a little bit. As the saying goes, all methods return to their origin. No matter how good the sword moves are, they are all his own creations. No wonder the old man was unwilling to teach him moves. Long Yu withdrew his consciousness, looked at the sword in the ring, and shook his body helplessly. While repairing his body, he guided the power of consciousness to condense the sword.

According to the method taught by Zongjuan, Long Yu directly entered and extracted a part of the spiritual power and tried to condense it into a sword embryo. As soon as the spiritual power left the group, it turned into an invisible existence. No matter how many times Long Yu tried, the result was always the same.

Leng Tu slapped Long Yudi's soul with his palm and said, "Condition the power of your spiritual consciousness into a ball, and then forge it like ordinary iron. You need to learn the forging technique first before you can condense it, don't be impatient, it's only been a hundred years outside."

Long Yu looked stunned, "It took me tens of thousands of years to comprehend the Yin-Yang Bagua Formation. He is really awesome." Leng Tu's eyes were kind, "Time may be a code name for you. You will find that you are spending more and more time. Fengming Continent is not our home. We still need to work hard."

Long Yu listened to Leng Tu's voice, and seemed a little melancholy, "Where is our home, a faraway place?" Leng Tu took a sip of wine, "Look at the starry sky at night, that's our way home." Leng Tu fell asleep after he said that, as if he was pretending to sleep, and Long Yu didn't bother Leng Tu anymore.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I had a question in my mind: where is home? Is it really so far away? Long Yu took out the wordless heavenly book, "Divine Sword Forging Technique". Zong Ling performed a master's salute to Long Yu. Zong Ling released a ball of air in his chest, and then directly called out a space, constantly forging it like ordinary iron.

Long Yu watched the sword spirit constantly polishing it, easily from a ball of air, then into a sword embryo, then into a sword body, and finally into a hilt. Zong Ling threw the sword back into its original space. Zong Ling looked at Long Yu and pointed at a small sword lying inside.

Zong Ling looked at the sword slowly. "Master, this is a rough sword, just like ordinary iron made by hitting it twice. If you want to make it stronger, you need materials. The primary materials are made with the consciousness of fierce beasts or mutant flames. The intermediate materials need the spiritual power of the mountains and the earth. The advanced materials need the marrow of the stars. The top materials need the spirit of the stars. You can also use your own consciousness or the consciousness of others to make it."

Long Yu listened to Zong Ling's introduction and suddenly understood. He put away the wordless book and drank the wine leisurely. He walked to Leng Tu and looked at him with a smile, "Old man Leng, I know you have a baby, give me some."

Leng Tu quickly slapped Long Yu's soul, and Long Yu hit a giant sword again. Long Yu watched the giant sword shatter directly. A breeze blew through the dust on the ground, and Long Yu walked out of the dust. Like a person walking out of white fog.

Long Yu pointed at Leng Tu and cursed, "Good stuff, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. Humph, I don't want to be your apprentice." After Long Yu finished speaking, he walked to a giant sword like an angry child and drew small circles.

Long Yu squatted on the ground and drew small circles, thinking about how to escape. This old man would attack at any time, and he didn't even have the ability to fight back. Long Yu looked at the circle on the ground and didn't know how many times he drew it.

Leng Tu looked at Long Yu and was about to slap him. Long Yu just held his head and buried it in the ground. Leng Tu looked at Long Yu with anger, as if he owed him millions. "I know what you want, you bastard. After you help me repair the sword formation, go directly to the Sword Forging Edge of Shenjian Mountain. There are all the tools for making weapons there, but there is no material."

After hearing what Leng Tu said, Long Yu sat up and repaired his body. Leng Tu looked at Long Yu's speed of repair and slapped him. Long Yu tried to dodge but couldn't and hit the giant sword again.

Leng Tu pointed at the white fog and shouted, "Did you practice your spiritual sense for show? You can't even use the power of spiritual sense to repair your body. How can you become a ghost immortal? You should pack up your things and get down the mountain to farm." Long Yu walked out of the white fog again, touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.