No major happening in the next few days.
Early in the morning of the first day, Yuan Wu used rare classics in the palace, including the Bashan Sword Sutra, to exchange Fang Hou's mansion semi-publicly for the secret sword that "Sword Intention" that made him afraid of, and then he initially achieved it in a short period of time. In the subsequent sword competition, he defeated Zhen Ye Ce Leng and Fang Xiumu by one against two.
Afterwards, he did not rest. While still suppressing his cultivation level in the sixth realm, he then challenged a true master with a complete realm. Winning was much easier than the previous battle, which really surprised many viewers. He deeply felt that Emperor Yuanwu was invincible and looked down on all directions.
As a result, in addition to letting most people find that there is a huge gap between the masters of the seventh level. The legendary Eight-level Qitian is really extraordinary and saint, it also proves that the secret sword is indeed an excellent means to challenge the border, and the momentum of the Fanghou Mansion suddenly rose a lot.
At the same time, the extensive publicity in Jingxiangmo and surrounding areas of Changling City made Ye Celen and the other two who almost turned defeat into victory also become famous and became idols in the minds of young practitioners of the Qin Dynasty - the mastermind behind these public opinion, and their real purpose was naturally to highlight the tall image of Yuanwu.
The storytellers in the teahouse restaurant slapped the awkward tree, depicting the heroic posture of Ye Ce's cold sword breaking through the clouds and mists vividly; in the "Double Heroes Fighting the Dragon" displayed by the painters, the secret sword styles of the square embroidered curtains emerged one after another and the Yuanwu Emperor's expression of adapting to the changes with one move...
The most exquisite design is hidden in the newly compiled "Sword Club Documentary" by the Palace Jingwu Pavilion. The editor dismantled the battle between Yuan Wu, Ye and Fang into 360 sections, and each comment contains a hidden clever edge.
When the practitioner who rushed to buy this set of classics studied the "Dragon Head Rising" style, the annotation reads: "When the emperor abandoned the guard and attacked, the two-star sword energy converged in three inches of empty gate."
This text that seems to record the details of the battle situation actually caused storm in the world of cultivation - what a horrible realm is needed to accurately predict the flaws of the two top swordsmen?
In the water mist of tea, the people suddenly realized that the figure on the throne had stood in a higher dimension: he was both a referee and a chess player, but he made all the chess pieces look golden.
When the young monks yearn for Ye Fang and the other two, the incense and blue smoke will eventually float towards the Changling Palace.
When it was the snowy season, the children of Changling clapped their hands and sang the newly compiled nursery rhyme. The last two sentences seemed to be the finishing touch: "The night rain was drizzling with cold swords, and the embroidered curtains were hard to cover the emperor's lanterns."
However, in this Changling Sword Meeting, following the exquisite tactical ideas shown in the "Suggestion Letter", he took the opportunity to obtain the Yuanwu he wanted, and the Ye Celen and Fang Xiumu who were rewarded more were still unable to compare with Zhao Qing's gains alone.
Although she was just an ordinary sword club participant who had been exposed for a few times, she was the only one who had lucky enough to repel Ye Celen's doubtful achievements were commendable, but in fact, she comprehended the meaning of hundreds of profound sword scriptures in the competition by pretending to be Ye Celen.
In addition, Zhao Qing was extremely satisfied with the large amount of natal energy that was quietly collected, the practice and improvement plans established for hundreds of sixth and seventh realms, and the famous swords of the three dynasties that she had to observe at will in the Xuanying Palace Sword Library.
Compared to the progress of cultivation, what is the way to make a little reputation?
It is worth mentioning that with her careful guidance, Xue Wangxu and Du Qingjiao from Aries Cave all showed impressive performances, winning the rewards of Yaoguang Sword and Hanjiang Qianxue Sword respectively, adding further support to their own cultivation path, and giving the sect a sign of revival.
At almost the same time, Ding Ning, who had several kinds of spiritual mushrooms and medicinal wine supplemented by practice, had broken the cognition of ordinary people in the speed of cultivation. In just three days, he successfully introduced the vital energy of heaven and earth into his body and fused it, breaking through from the first entering the second realm to the true energy of the third realm.
Of course, Ding Ning had actually practiced with the "Nine Dead Silkworm" to the level of bone cutting in the second level as a "Nine Death Silkworm", and the integration of true qi significantly accelerated the speed of cultivation. However, such an entry is still an existence that is incomprehensible to humans.
The reason is very simple. In recent years, the two "monsters" recognized by the strongest talents of Daqin, An Baoshi and Jing Liuli, did not use any elixirs to practice, but it took eight months from the second level to the third level, and the main time spent was from the top level of the second level to the latter part of the official breakthrough.
This represents a terrifying gap of dozens of times. If it is learned by outsiders, it will definitely cause countless incidents.
But no matter what, the medicinal power of spiritual brews such as "Taixu Chonghe Yin" is really unresisting. As a "reincarnation" re-cultivator, Ding Ning has no shackles at all in the great realm. Without wanting to waste resources, he reluctantly "takes the flow" and slightly improves his realm.
On the evening of the fourth day, the north wind wrapped in lead-gray clouds and rolled over the head of Changling City, and the bronze bells at the corners of the eaves made small whimpers.
When the twilight is soaked ink like a splash of ink, the first snowflake in winter falls on the edge of the wine guitar, just like the jade chips that the fairy in the Heavenly Palace accidentally fell.
"In this way, I have confidence that at most half a month, I can try to reach the fourth realm Rongyuan."
In the wine shop, Ding Ning shook off the charcoal ash stuck to the cuffs of the coarse cloth, looked up at the hazy moon in the night sky, and said so.
"Half a month? From the third level to the fourth level, even if you use a lot of spiritual brewing power, this speed is a bit too fast... The foundation is unstable, but it is a taboo in practice. The deposit of the medicinal energy in the body will have an impact on your future perception of vital energy..."
Changsun Qianxue looked at the other person carefully with suspicious eyes, and she felt thoughtful.
She has also consumed such spiritual wines these days. She is very clear that these derivatives of the "Taixu Jade Art" are indeed magical, but in the end they are just external forces and cannot truly enhance the practitioner's perception of the realm.
Simply put, letting some young practitioners with ordinary talents take spiritual wine, although it can also increase their qi refining speed by dozens of times or more, the key small realms and big realms still require breakthroughs based on their own efforts and insights.
However, Ding Ning seemed to have no trouble in this regard. From the second level to the third level, he encountered almost no obstacles, just as if... he had already experienced all this and knew all the levels and difficulties.
Just follow the established route and you can naturally advance to the next level.
This made Changsun Qianxue start to rethink Ding Ning’s true identity. Is the other party just the successor of the disciple left by "that person", or is there another more unfathomable secret? Or is he the reincarnation of "that person" simply?
Thinking of this, she accidentally revealed a cold murderous intent. When she ran away from home, the Gongsun family was slaughtered. In any case, "that person" had nothing to do with it.
She was determined to kill Yuan Wu, and Zheng Xiu took revenge for "that person", which was not the same as she could completely let go of this bloody hatred.
She can live under the same roof as the disciples of "that person", just because she knows very well that if she wants to take revenge, she must be inseparable from the help of the boy in front of her. What's more, Ding Ning has never done anything to sorry for her.
At present, there is no conflict of interest between the two parties, but they can help each other in their practice.
But if Ding Ning was really the reincarnation of "that person"... Changsun Qianxue pursed her lips, she didn't know if she could still get along with the other party in peace like she did now.
Such thoughts just flashed away. Changsun Qianxue quickly restrained her murderous intent and said softly:
"Anyway, you should be careful, too much is not enough. When you have free time, go to Zhao Qing to ask the mystery of the "Taixu Jade Planting Art" to see if there is a more stable method of refining medicine..."
Ding Ning naturally felt the emotional fluctuation of the woman beside him just now, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, knowing that the other party might have thought of some unpleasant past, but it was not obvious at all.
He picked up the charcoal tongs as if he hadn't realized it, fiddled with the crackling firewood red flames in the furnace, and nodded with a smile:
"Don't worry, I'm a good person. Senior Zhao, when I stabilize my state tonight, I will go to find her."
"The sixth to seventh levels of the Taixu Jade Artifact have a very significant qualitative change. Even my vision and insight may not be able to perfectly control it. With her guidance, I believe I can avoid many detours."
"Next, what are your plans?" Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress her rolling thoughts, and asked in a deep voice.
Ding Ning's hand holding the tongs was hanging in the air. The red star condensed at the tip of the iron tool happened to fall into the pottery pot's medicine residue, which aroused a bit of blue flame like phosphorus. He stared at the light spots of Mingmie in the pot: "Cultivate, then wait for the next moves of Yuanwu, Zheng Xiu, and Senior Zhao."
Of course Ding Ning knew that Changsun Qianxue was simple in her daily life and ignored ordinary things. She just immersed everything in her cultivation, but it was hard to hide the secrets in her body.
But at least now, he doesn't want to show off with the other party completely to explain things that can't be explained at all.
"This is it... When you go to Aries Cave tomorrow morning, bring these recipes from me."
Changsun Qianxue's eyes flashed over the empty wine jars stacked in the corner of the wall, pondered for a moment, and then continued to speak: "With the help of 'Taixu Chongheyin', I can now suppress the vitality of the Nine Nether King Sword, and I will soon be able to officially refine it as a life sword... and I will also have to send some thank-you gifts."
Ding Ning nodded, and the snow that Mingxiao had tonight was probably caused by the other party's breakthrough: "Now the situation in Changling and even the entire world is becoming more and more complicated. If we can go further in our cultivation, our safety will be more guaranteed..."
"I really have to thank her very much, but I don't seem to have anything to show off on my hands, which can be used as a gift for me."
Ding Ning did not regret that Changsun Qianxue had reduced her dependence on herself, but instead was quite relieved.
The coldest and most fierceness of the Nine Nether King Sword, coupled with the continuous spiritual brew, is enough to allow her to reach the level of combat power at the peak of the seventh realm in a short time and become one of the top masters in the world. Although she is still not as good as those who have touched the eighth realm barrier, she is also extremely powerful.
As for what was written on those recipes, he could guess it without reading it. It was mostly secret techniques related to the brewing of medicinal wine, and the top secret treasures of the Gongsun family in the past.
Although Changsun Qianxue has sold domestically brewed crude sour wines in recent years, the taste is no different from rotten rice water, but in fact, in the past few hundred years, the Gongsun family, the leader of the old powerful family, has been recognized as having reached the top level in the business of wine shops and mastering several peerless wine secret recipes that can be called "nion".
Normally, as the eldest lady of the Gongsun family, her status was once comparable to that of the princess of the Qin Dynasty, there was no need to touch on these things that should have been learned by professional wine masters in the clan.
After all, for young geniuses in practicing such civil affairs, studying such civil affairs will only waste valuable time and energy.
However, because those people in Bashan Sword Field often drank happily together, chanting "Wine is the heart in their hearts, and drunkenness is the world." When chatting, they even imagined the fact that they opened a wine shop in the future and lived in seclusion in the market, Changsun Qianxue also developed a strong interest in this.
Not only did she read all the ancient books related to wine in the family, and asked Mr. Su of the clan for various related secret recipes, she also tried to brew them on her own many times, wanting to see if they could praise them, and one day she gave Wang Jingmeng a surprise.
Unfortunately, the series of drastic changes that happened later completely shattered her longing. The Gongsun family was destroyed and the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed. These secret recipes for brewing that were once regarded as treasures lost their original meaning and became her sustenance for commemorating the past.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In the remote sycamore tree in Changling, Changsun Qianxue fabricated her household registration and hid under the enemy's nose as the owner of a wine shop. In a sense, it could be regarded as indirectly realizing the "wish" of those people back then. However, the wine in the shop is famous for its sourness, which looks like a fermenting teardrop.
Leaning against the heating bronze steamer, Ding Ning's fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the thick porcelain wine cup, watching the water vapor condense into tiny dewdrops at the bottom of the cup, as if the shrinking stars were rolling.
"But the orchid fragrance is drunk for thousands of days?" He suddenly raised his eyes, "I heard that the old Emperor Chu loved this wine the most back then, and often sent envoys to come to buy it. When the Lushan League was held nine years ago, he drank the last jar and sighed, "The jade tree burned and the scorched soil, the ice strings are gone, and I am going to go, and the sweet springs are dry, how can I brew it'."
"What Emperor Chu bought is only inferior products and better wine." Changsun Qianxue pulled out a roll of yellowed silk book from her sleeve, and the fine seal script shone with an amber luster under the candlelight: "The real Gongsun family nectar needs to be used as a guide for the thousand-year-old coral of Wuyin Island in the South China Sea, and smoked the roasted wine jar with Fengqi wood..."
"Lying lie down and listening to the phoenix singing, the stars sink to the blue sea, and the lonely geese step on the snow marks... Once Zhao Qing understands the medicinal properties, he will definitely restore the mystery of it."
Her fingertips of her scallion-white fingers crossed a line of dark red annotations, and she was stunned. The corner of the silk book actually read the delicate small words "When Brother Wang returns to drink together", and the ink traces were blurred by the years. That was the sentence she wrote casually when she copied the secret recipe in the library when she was eighteenth birthday.
Ding Ning keenly captured the stagnation of her breath.
The snow particles floating in outside the window hit the bronze candlestick, making a tiny burst sound.
He saw the woman's drooping eyelashes cast a shadow like a butterfly wing under his eyes, and suddenly remembered the look she looked over through the wine flag when she gave a sword to her side at the wine shop on Osmanthus Street - like the moonlight of the entire Bashan sword field in the deep pool.
"Actually what they wanted back then..." Changsun Qianxue suddenly spoke, her voice as light as the last grain of snow in the melting world, "I just want a place to drink with peace of mind."
The silk book tentacles are cold, with the chill of old frost. The moment Ding Ning took it, he saw the edge of the paper that was folded and flattened repeatedly, curled up and stretched over the years like some unspoken words.
"Well, the value of these secret recipes should be no less than the entire wealth of an ordinary seventh-level master. Senior Zhao should like it." He was silent for a while, carefully pondered the sentences, and spoke slowly.
Changsun Qianxue laughed briefly: "These things are just a waste of natural resources when I put them here. Miss Zhao is proficient in brewing and will definitely be able to carry them forward..."
"As for your return gift, if you feel sorry for it, you will repay her favor when you have the chance in the future."
As she said that, she leaned forward, took out a few plain papers filled with small characters, handed them to Ding Ning, and told her softly:
"This is some of my experiences and insights from brewing wine over the years. If you are interested, you can also take a look. Maybe it can be understood by analogy and will also be helpful to your practice." As words were made, the silver fringed tassels on the hairpin swept across the surface of the pottery steamer, and made a tiny clear sound in the steam.
Ding Ning was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Changsun Qianxue would take the initiative to share these with him. A warm current surged in his heart. He solemnly took the Sujian, nodded and smiled: "Thank you."
"No thanks between you and me."
Changsun Qianxue also smiled faintly, as if she had put down some heavy burden, and her whole body became much more relaxed. She lowered her eyes and poured wine, and the smile that Wang Jingmeng was drinking in a trance seemed to be reflected in the cup.
To be continued...