Chen Qingshan held the sword in his arms, while Jian Xian was lost in thought on the side.
Jian Xian understands that the last inch of the sword washing pool is the difference between immortal and mortal.
The only weapons in the world that can cross this hundred-foot sword-washing pool are the top ten immortals in the Hundred Weapons Score.
It's not that Chen Qingshan's sword cannot drink the last inch of gold and stone, but that the owner of the sword, Chen Qingshan, is not yet an immortal.
Therefore, in terms of qualifications, except for the top ten weapons in the Hundred Weapons Manual, the other ninety magic weapons are not as good as Chen Qingshan's sword.
The reverse scale made of the fallen dragon's bones won't work, nor will Swordsman's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.
Jianxian was silent. It was impossible for such a sword to be unknown. Jianxian only felt that there was a pair of invisible hands silently guiding all of this.
"Since this sword's spirituality has been opened, let's give it a name." Jianxian looked at the sword in Chen Qingshan's hand.
Chen Qingshan looked at the flowing clouds in the sky. Walking from Jishui Town, he felt that this world was really big. Although he encountered a lot of troubles, he also saw a lot of cuteness.
Whether you care about trouble or cuteness depends on your wholeheartedness. It depends on how you deal with it.
"The sky and the earth are wide, so let's call my sword Tiandi Kuan." Chen Qingshan said. A broad heart means the world is wide. When you see that the world is wide, your heart will be broad.
"One sword widens the world, great kindness, hahahaha!" Jianxian laughed and looked at Chen Qingshan with admiration in his eyes.
"Boy from the Chen family, when you reach the Seventh Realm, I will definitely have a sword fight with you." Jianxian said happily.
"Then I hope that this junior will reach the Seventh Realm as soon as possible." Chen Qingshan replied. He naturally felt Jianxian's love for him, just like an elder towards a junior who is similar to himself.
"Go, go, if you need anything, come to the sword-washing pool and find me." Jianxian smiled and disappeared outside the sword-washing pool.
Chen Qingshan stood with his sword in his arms. The sword had spirit, and then he took the initiative to enter Chen Qingshan's sea of consciousness. The candle shone at the top, and below was the sea of consciousness burning with flames. The sword Tiandikuan fell into the sea of consciousness.
, a heavenly palace appeared, the width of heaven and earth hung high in it, like a king in a sword.
When Chen Qingshan returned to Fengshan, Monk Liaofan had already woken up. At this time, Monk Liaofan's golden body had dispersed and he was sitting outside the courtyard, just like an ordinary person. Next to him stood Sanzang and Mrs. Taohua.
Chen Qingshan felt that Monk Fan seemed to be a little older. When he woke up, Monk Fan also knew about the Lotus of Wonderful Dharma and looked at Sanzang with relief in his eyes.
Monk Liaofan is not afraid of death, but after all, Monk Liaofan has feelings for his disciple Sanzang. He is also afraid that Sanzang will be bullied after his death.
And when he learned that Tripitaka accepted the inheritance of Huiguang Bodhisattva and became the third disciple of the Buddha at the Great Compassion Temple outside Chang'an City, he finally felt relieved.
Monk Liaofan's Buddhist cultivation has been lost, but he can still use a sword, and the pure sword will become sharper.
"The warlock Hongyuan said that the prince at that time asked me to return the jade lamp." Mrs. Peach Blossom sighed softly.
"The recruitment failed, His Highness the Prince wants the monk to die." Monk Liaofan whispered.
When the wind blows, the peach blossom tree outside the courtyard sways. The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop.
At the same time, the current prince, who was the main messenger behind the scenes, was a little annoyed. Just because he had just lost weight and received news that Monk Liaofan had come back to life, which meant that he was about to face the evil intentions of the first person in the Eight Realms.
The prince was sitting in the East Palace. In the center of the hall was a carved bronze stove, in which Jingshen incense was burning.
The prince's hand was placed on the table next to him, and his fingers kept tapping on the table.
"Ugly slave, how many days are left until our father comes out of confinement?" The prince rubbed his head and asked.
Next to him was a hunched slave. This slave's skin looked like withered tree bark. He was less than five feet tall and looked a little ugly.
"His Royal Highness, today is the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, and there are still seven days until Laba." Chou Nuer replied.
"In this case, Monk Liaofan will be released in advance. Ya Sheng will be watching before Father leaves the seclusion. Monk Liaofan cannot leave Shengyan Academy. It's time for us to prepare for the Winter Hunting Ceremony."
The royal family has had a hunting tradition since ancient times, and the Winter Hunting Ceremony is the most solemn one. The reason is that in the Winter Hunting Ceremony, the people being hunted are humans, the Frozen Ones from the Sea of Stars to the north.
Once every four years, His Majesty the Holy Emperor would bring the younger generation of monks from the Tang Dynasty to the Great Wall in the North.
And the Frozen Ends from the Sea of Stars will also arrive as promised. On that day, on the big star called Beichen outside Beichen Pass, the major repairmen from both sides will evacuate, leaving this huge battlefield to the young people of both sides.
Let these young cultivators fight in the North Star and hunt each other.
It is called the Winter Hunting Ceremony.
As for His Highness the Crown Prince, he naturally wants to fight for the first place and consolidate his position, so he can put aside the matter of Monk before the Winter Hunting Ceremony.
There were still seven days before Laba, so Chen Qingshan and others stayed at the foot of Fengshan in Shengyan Academy, planning to wait here until Laba and go to meet the Holy Emperor.
The wine sage remained unshakeable and would show up every morning with a few jars of wine brewed by Mrs. Peach Blossom, and then drink under the peach blossoms outside the courtyard.
If there was someone to accompany him, he would drink more. If there was no one to accompany him, he would drink by himself. In these days, besides Sanzang, Chen Qingshan and Chang Xin also drank a lot of wine with Jiu Xian.
Time flew by, and five days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Shengyan Academy was a little lively, because today was the day when the Confucian monks of Shengyan Academy held a market.
Jiu Xian also rarely appeared outside the hospital. He must have gone to the market to buy wine.
The market is located on the edge of Jinghu Lake, which should be one of the most beautiful places in Shengyan Academy. The Confucian students of Shengyan Academy will exchange some items at the market.
Not only young Confucian students, but also Confucian cultivators in the Five and Six Realms will also appear on the collection.
Today, Xiao Shui came to Chen Qingshan and said that he would take him to see the market. An Nan heard about it, was a little curious, and said he wanted to go and see it.
Before departure, Chen Qingshan took out the clothes he bought with 5,000 taels of silver in Hancheng and gave them to Anan.
Ah Nan accepted it with a smile. This should be the first time Ah Nan accepted a gift from a man.
This dress is called the Bihai Yuehua Skirt. It is made of cloud smoke cloth from Wushan and moonlight gauze woven by the East China Sea sharks. The cloth is like cloud smoke and the gauze is like moonlight. The embellishment on the dress is made of Kesi from Suzhou.
Craftsmanship.
This dress is generally light green, and Chen Qingshan thinks that Anan will look more agile in this color.
In fact, this is also true. When Ah Nan changed clothes and appeared again, she looked really good-looking.
Like a green lotus in this world, it is incredibly clean.
Chen Qingshan looked at Anan and remembered a legend. He knew that there was a goddess in Luoshui in Beijun County, called Luo Shen. If the blue clouds cover the moon, the flowing wind will return the snow.
The current A-Nan gives Chen Qingshan this feeling. There is a female A-Nan with a temperament like a Luo Shen.
"Sister Anan is really pretty." Xiao Shui said on the side.
In terms of age, Xiao Shui is actually younger than Chen Qingshan and Anan.
So after getting acquainted with Chen Qingshan, he called Chen Qingshan Brother Qingshan, and A-Nan was naturally Sister A-Nan.
In addition to Xiao Shui, Jianxian also has two disciples, the eldest disciple is in the Sixth Realm, in the Great Wall, and the second disciple is in the Fourth Realm, in the East China Sea.
Xiao Shui is now the only one who is always by Jian Xian's side. Xiao Shui admires his master very much, which is why he wanted to ask Chen Qingshan about swordsmanship earlier.
Chen Qingshan, Anan and Xiao Shui, the youngest disciple of Jianxian, walked out of Fengshan Courtyard.
At this time, the outside of Jinghu Lake was already crowded with people, including Confucian students from Shengyan Academy and people from outside Shengyan Academy. Above Jinghu Lake, there was an island in the middle of the lake with an attic on the island. Chen
Qingshan thought, this should be where the wise doctor lives.
After walking around the market for a while, Chen Qingshan became less interested as he didn't find what he wanted.
It's just in the market center, it seems like someone is doing a beauty pageant.
"Xiao Shui, what are you doing?" Chen Qingshan asked.
"Isn't it time to go to Laba? There will be a wandering god activity in Chang'an City that day, and our Shengyan Academy will also participate. This is to choose the goddess." Xiao Shui explained.
Then Xiao Shui pointed at a person on the stage and said, "Hey, Brother Qingshan, do you see that? That is the daughter of the current Prime Minister Qin, Qin Yunyun, and she is also the best candidate for the goddess of our Shengyan Academy."
Qin Yunyun, Chen Qingshan and others met outside Dabei Temple that night, but Qin Yunyun was sitting in the carriage at that time and did not see Chen Qingshan and others.
"Oh, Xiao Shui is saying that Qin Yunyun is also from Shengyan Academy?" Chen Qingshan asked.
Xiao Shui nodded: "Of course, there is a powerful man in the courtyard named Lian Sheng, who is a good friend of Prime Minister Qin. This Guo Yunyun is the disciple of this powerful man."
There were only a few women in Shengyan Academy, and Qin Yunyun was so outstanding. Chen Qingshan thought that she was probably the candidate for this goddess.
However, someone noticed A Nan who looked like a Luo Shen.
"Senior Brother Kong, there is another beautiful girl." A voice sounded.
Chen Qingshan frowned.
As the voice sounded, most of the eyes in the audience fell on A Nan. A burly man's eyes widened and he walked towards Chen Qingshan.
Seeing the man coming, Xiao Shui quickly reminded Chen Qingshan that the man's name was Kong Fang, and he was a seventh-level master from Shengyan Academy.
This person is warm-hearted and has a good reputation in the hospital. He handles all the matters in the hospital, big and small.
"This girl, Kong Fang, may I ask if she is a disciple of my Shengyan Academy?"
"Yeah." Ah Nan nodded. He didn't really like dealing with this person, so he said coldly.
It's just A'Nan's desolate performance, coupled with his aloof temperament, that makes people yearn for him more and more.
Kong Fang bowed: "Junior sister, you also know that we are selecting the goddess. I wonder if junior sister is interested."
He murmured nothing, shook his head, and was about to leave.
Kong Fang watched Anan leave, slightly disappointed, and sighed. He thought about the kind of person this junior sister was who didn't like the hustle and bustle, so he stopped forcing himself.
At this time, an extremely discordant sound sounded.
"I think this junior sister wants to come here to gain a good reputation and then sell it for a price." A tall Confucian scholar shouted in the crowd.
"Yang Jian, what do you mean?" Kong Fang's expression suddenly changed and he asked loudly.
And this Yang Jian walked out of the crowd calmly.
"Senior Brother Kong, I don't mean anything else, I'm just telling the truth."
Chen Qingshan turned around and looked at Yang Jian, his eyes sharp.
This Yang Jian also had a background. He was the son of the Minister of Hubu of the current dynasty. The Minister of Hubu wanted to have a good relationship with Qin, so he asked Yang Jian to pursue Qin Yunyun, the son of the Prime Minister of Qin.
Therefore, Yang Jian now wants to show off in front of Qin Yunyun. Secondly, A Nan is very good-looking, and Yang Jian is a little jealous of Chen Qingshan.
"The world is so big, you have to go narrower." Chen Qingshan sighed softly and clenched his fists.