Volume 1 The Sword of the Son of Heaven Chapter 11
When Eunuch Nan, who was covered in stench and kept vomiting, fled Yanmen Town, he finally knew what the devil incarnate was.
The young Han Shuihou was a bully in his eyes!
No, it's the devil!
It's a demon from hell!
"Hurry, go back to the imperial city! Journey under starry night! Our family is going to submit a petition to His Majesty! Ugh, vomit, vomit..."
The carriage, carrying the smell of dung all the way, fled back toward the imperial city in embarrassment.
That night, Yun Que took out the flying sword that the pharmacist could see.
"What is the true identity of the Medicine Taoist? Not only do he have so many high-grade magical weapons, but he also has magic weapons."
"Huh?"
Just as he was about to activate his sword veins, Yun Que noticed that his sword energy had actually strengthened a bit.
what happened?
Before absorbing the flying sword's sword energy, the actual sword energy has actually become stronger!
Could it be caused by the sword fight that the pharmacist watched?
Yun Que thought for a moment and took out Han Jiao's mid-grade magic weapon. As expected, the level had dropped from mid-grade to low-grade.
He had only used this sword once, to cut off the flying sword of a master of the Chu family. Unexpectedly, he had inadvertently absorbed most of the sword energy.
"It's not my fault."
The missing flying sword gave Yun Que a wake-up call.
You must be more careful when using the sword in the future and try to use it well, otherwise it is easy to end up in the embarrassing situation of having your sword energy sucked out of you before the flying sword is released.
After practicing all night, Yun Que felt refreshed at dawn.
The whole person is sharp and has a kind of pride that can kill everything!
Anyone else would have been ecstatic and arrogant, but Yun Que was not like that.
He knew that it was the feeling brought about by the circulation of the sword's veins, just like after sharpening a knife, the blade would be extremely sharp.
However, the sharper the blade, the easier it is to break!
Yun Que sat cross-legged and tried his best to control the sword energy around his body. He didn't return to his original state until three poles above the sun.
The whole person is as usual, without any sharp edge.
Yun Que let out a long breath.
Suddenly the scene in front of me changed, and I came to the sea of consciousness space.
The empty body in black is hanging in the air, and the robe is hunting.
"There are countless people who use swords and many people who practice swords in the world, but few people know what the first sword practice should be."
"Uncle deceased taught me."
Yun Que held up his hand and asked for advice. He was the sword of the ancestor of the Yun family, so he naturally had to be more respectful.
"Return to the sheath."
Kong Ming's voice was ethereal, saying: "The sheath is where the sword is kept, and it is returned to the sheath in order to draw the sword better."
"Return to the sheath...what should I do?" Yun Que thought thoughtfully.
Kongsu looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and an undetectable ripple appeared in his emotionless eyes.
"You've already done it."
Yun Que instantly realized that his action of condensing his sword energy just now was exactly the sheath that Kongxu mentioned!
"Then what should I practice for the second sword?"
"Wipe the blade."
"Return to the sheath and wipe the blade?" Yun Que clicked on two words that were not very noble and said, "Just wipe and sharpen the blade of the sword. Does this count as sword repair?"
"It's not just sword cultivation, it's the best sword cultivation method in the world." Kong Nu said firmly.
"You won't be fooled, will you, Uncle Dead? Sheathing and wiping the blade are ordinary actions." Yun Que said doubtfully.
"How can the inheritance of Qingyun Sword Immortal be so bluffing?" Kong Ru said in an uncertain tone.
"Qingyun Sword Immortal?" Yun Que had never heard of such a name before and said, "It is both Qingyun and Sword Immortal. Such a profound, ethereal and mysterious name sounds like a magic stick, who is it?
"
"My lord, your ancestors." The empty figure disappeared in mid-air.
The space of the sea of consciousness changes, and Yun Que wakes up from the house.
His first thought was how could the cold-blooded late uncle curse others, but then he realized it again.
"It turns out to be the swordsmanship of the ancestors of the Yun family. That shouldn't be a lie."
Only now did Yun Que know that the name of the ancestor of the Yun family was Qingyun Sword Immortal.
He understands Sword Immortal, but what the two characters Qingyun in front of it represent is unknown.
Yun Que didn't want to ask Kong Pang about it. Anyway, he just knew that his ancestor was an arrogant swordsman.
Whether it's blue clouds or black clouds, it doesn't matter.
Sheathing is easy, but what does wiping the blade mean?
Literally understood, it is to wipe the blade of the sword to make it sharper.
What should I use to wipe the blade?
A vague idea flashed through Yun Que's mind, but he couldn't think clearly for a while.
"Cauldron! Cauldron!"
Hu Chongming, a little fat man, ran into the Hou Mansion, holding a strange piece of clothing in his hand.
"Cauldron, look what this is! The personal soft armor my father made for me is said to be the best magic weapon, invulnerable!"
Hu Chongming said naively: "But I'm too fat to wear it, so I'll give it to the big pot!"
The soft armor is extraordinary, as light as a feather, and you can feel the rich spiritual energy flowing in it when you hold it.
At least it’s as good as a mid-grade magic weapon!
"Give me?"
Yun Que took over the soft armor with mixed emotions. With Hu Tieshan's shrewdness, how could he possibly make the magic weapon smaller?
That is a priceless defensive weapon, not an ordinary gown.
This magic weapon was obviously given to him by Hu Chongming.
"I heard that Cauldron is going to the Imperial City. There are a lot of bad guys outside. If Cauldron wears this soft armor, he won't be afraid of the bad guys!"
The little fat man sniffed and said with a silly smile.
"Help elder brother keep an eye on the Marquis Mansion. You can eat whatever you want in the mansion."
"Okay! The big pot is the best! I want to eat braised pork and sauced pig's trotters! Let's have ten plates first!"
The little fat man danced with joy, while Yun Que looked in the direction of his neighbor and silently thanked him in his heart.
At noon that day, the Marquis's carriage drove out of Yanmen Town and set off for the Sword Palace in the Imperial City.
In the blacksmith shop.
The man stopped the hammer in his hand, looked at the carriage going away, and then continued to work on the sword.
Soon after, a black heavy sword was completed.
The strange thing is that this sword has no edge, is as blunt as a hammer, and looks lifeless.
Hu Tieshan carried the edgeless black sword to a warehouse behind his yard and opened the heavy door. There were countless black heavy swords stacked neatly inside!
Thousands!
"Brother Yun, the things you entrusted to me are almost collected..."
Putting away the heavy sword in his hand, Hu Tieshan murmured to himself with complicated eyes.
…
The carriage left the city and entered the official road.
Also traveling with me is Han Jiao.
"Return the sword to you. I lost my rank during the fight yesterday. I will keep one with you from now on."
"If Marquis Yun hadn't come to the rescue, the consequences for our mother and daughter yesterday would have been disastrous. How could you have let you lose your sword? Moreover, it was just a fall in rank. There is still a chance to re-sacrifice."
Han Jiao put away her sword and said worriedly:
"Chu Heng and his son have done many evil things and deserve their punishment, but their master's family is not easy to offend. Not only is it one of the most wealthy families in the Yan Kingdom, but the ancestor of the Chu family is also the elder of the west courtyard of the Sword Palace. Marquis Yun must be careful of the revenge of the Chu family when he arrives at the Sword Palace."
Yun Dianwan nodded, indicating that he knew what he was doing.
"Does Marquis Yun know what is most important in the Sword Palace?" Han Jiao changed the topic and let it slip with a smile.
"The most swords?" Yun Que said casually.
"It's not a sword, it's a genius!"
Han Jiao's eyes were full of yearning, and she said: "Each of the four courtyards of the Sword Palace has dazzling geniuses. They are called swordsmen, and they are the real dragons and phoenixes among men!"
Disciples of the Sword Palace are divided into three levels, from lowest to highest: sword servants, sword disciples, and sword disciples.
Sword servants, initiates of the Sword Palace, refer to some low-level disciples without spiritual roots. They only need to pass the assessment of the Sword Trial Tower, and there are many of them.
Sword disciples, official disciples of the Sword Palace, need to have spiritual roots, and are the basic strength that makes up the four courtyards of the Sword Palace.
Jianzi refers to the talented disciples in each academy of the Sword Palace. These people have extraordinary talents, like shining stars, and will be specially trained by each academy.
Listening to Han Jiao's introduction, Yun Que said thoughtfully:
"The geniuses in the Sword Palace must be very good at cleaning flying swords."
"Uh... I guess so." Han Jiao said unclearly.
"That's good."
Yun Que leaned comfortably in the carriage, his eyes slightly narrowed as if a tiger was about to sleep.
At this moment, Han Jiao suddenly had an illusion.
The lazy Marquis opposite him was like a rusty sharp blade, waiting for the whetstones to be used up to regain its edge.
Why wipe the blade?
The weak are treated with millstones, the strong are treated with pride!
Yun Que finally figured out the key to wiping the second sword's blade and found something to use for wiping the blade.