Jian Liu found his target, and Ning Yi was truly happy for his friend.
He didn't have many friends in Chang'an City.
Sixteen of swords counts as one.
Mo Lei is half of it.
In life, you don't need many friends. Just one person who shares the same goals is enough.
The words heard in Jixia Academy made Ning Yi feel irritated. From Jianliu's side, he heard what he wanted to hear, which confirmed that his idea was correct and that was enough.
"What a pity, your body."
Ning Yi drank a bowl of wine in one gulp, put down the bowl, made a decision, and whispered: "I have a method that may be able to save you. But this method involves too much cause and effect, I can't say whether it is good or bad."
"No."
Jian Liu looked at Ning Yi in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to have such a technique.
The Qingyun Sword Sect has a long tradition and there are countless secret codes of techniques within the sect. However, after he was injured, his master searched through ancient books in the sect but could not find a way to cure him.
"Then how do you pursue the way of the sword?"
"My sword skills are extraordinary. This body is no longer necessary."
Jian Shiliu's eyes showed a look of free and easy expectation, and he said in a deep voice: "The butcher mentioned the enchantment of the sword, which inspired me deeply. If we can create a world for the sword, the world of the sword, the sword is no longer a dead thing, it has
Find your own source of strength."
"Sword World!"
Ning Yi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, he finally understood what Jian Liu was going to do.
"Yes, it's the Sword Realm."
Jian Shiliu was a little excited. Ning Yi always understood what he was thinking and gave a more accurate summary, which made his conversation even more interesting. "A monk's power is mostly obtained from heaven and earth. Dao, spiritual energy, various treasures, etc."
.However, there is a force that we all ignore.”
Ning Yi looked at Jian Liu's expectant eyes, thought for a moment, and remembered Jian Liu's stunning sword move that aroused the emotions of tens of thousands of people. His eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "The power of people."
Jian Shiliu looked at me with a "you really know me" look, and said with an excited smile: "Exactly, or in other words, the power of the human heart."
"Most of human power comes from heaven and earth."
"We draw food from the heaven and earth and produce muscles, bones, qi and blood, which is the power of the physical body. Monks absorb spiritual energy from the heaven and earth and refine it into true essence, which is the power of qi. Understanding the Tao and controlling the rules is the power of the Tao.
."
"Only human thoughts and the power of wisdom belong to humans themselves."
"If I create the Sword Realm, I will use this power. I will establish the sky, destiny, and heart for the Sword Realm. This realm is integrated with the destiny of all people. I will protect all people with my sword and nourish the Sword World with the power of all people."
"Once this world is completed, mortals can also slay immortals."
Ning Yi was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time. It can be imagined that if the sword world is realized, the entire monk world will undergo earth-shaking changes.
By then, absorbing spiritual energy and practicing cultivation will not be the only method.
When mortals have power, they have the capital to be on an equal footing with monks.
As far as the world is concerned, having one more channel is a good thing.
"Brother Sixteen is truly a genius."
Ning Yi praised, "If this world is completed, you will be on par with the Taoist ancestors."
"No, I'm just a mortal."
Jian Liu's eyes were calm but extremely confident, but the mood in his words was so arrogant.
A mortal should be on an equal footing with Taoist ancestors.
"Drink a bowl and wish brother sixteen to establish the sword world as soon as possible."
Ning Yi filled up the wine, touched it with Jian Liu, the two looked at each other, laughed, and drank it all.
The moonlight was just right, and the autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.
Jian Shiliu looked into the distance, his voice was low, and his eyes were a little complicated. He seemed to be saying goodbye to the past, but also anxiously looking forward to a new life, "Chang'an City is not my place of enlightenment. I will travel far tomorrow. I can get to know Brother Ning here.
, is the happiest thing that happened to me since I came down from the mountain."
"So sensational."
Ning Yi was touched in his heart and said with a smile: "I don't have a gift to give you, how about this. I'll give you the bag of donkeys, and you can give you the dragon and horse. It's just right for you to ride on the donkey. Otherwise, you will encounter bandits on the road.
, if you fall in love with a dragon and a horse, wouldn’t that mean your life is ruined?”
Jian Shiliu smiled, glared at Ning Yi angrily, and said, "I won't change."
If you really encounter bandits, wouldn't it be easier to escape on a dragon and a horse? To say the least, if a dragon and a horse rise up, their fighting power will far exceed that of the donkey.
"Tch, stingy."
Ning Yi glanced at his mouth, lifted the wine jar, and found that there was not much wine left. He poured it evenly into the bowl, raised it and said with a smile: "Have a nice trip. I hate parting the most, so I won't see you off."
"OK!"
Ning Yi threw down the bowl and walked out of the courtyard dragging his dizzy head.
Jian Shiliu sat on the stone bench, gently stroking the iron sword in his hand, watching Ning Yi leave with a faint smile on his lips.
After leaving the Qingyun Sword Sect's dojo, the autumn wind blew, bringing with it a chill.
Ning Yi burped and woke up from the wine.
Look at the sky, the bright moon is setting in the west, it is already midnight.
Looking back at the Qingyun Sword Sect dojo, the door gradually closed, and the figures of the disciples who closed the door disappeared.
The faint sadness of parting lingers in my heart along with the strength of the wine.
How difficult it is to create a new path.
What's more, Jian Shiliu's ambitions are too great. He said he would open a new path, but in fact he wanted to create another method in the world. Ning Yi could no longer imagine the hardships involved.
Maybe, just say goodbye...
After thinking this, Ning Yi turned around and walked back. He raised his hand, but couldn't put it down. He stared at the door in silence for a long time.
The remnant remains, or it is ignited and emits a bright light.
Don't be too selfish!
Turning around, Ning Yi was like a ghost, quickly escaping into the darkness.
After a while, we arrived at Jinshi Pavilion.
The door was locked, and Ning Yi couldn't help but bang on the door.
The shopkeeper came out with a dark face, his true energy was surging, and he stared at the guy in front of him who was disturbing his dream. If he couldn't say something, he was ready to kill him and beat him up before talking about it.
"I'm looking for senior Gongshu."
"What an arrogant boy, senior Gongshu..."
"Let him in."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and the anger on his face melted away like ice and snow. He bent down and said with a flattering smile: "You... please."
Ning Yi stepped into Jinshi Pavilion and followed the route he took last time to find the small courtyard.
A huge alchemy furnace is suspended in the courtyard, surrounded by clouds of spiritual energy, exuding wisps of Taoist charm.
Gongshu Ban stood aside, staring at the alchemy furnace with all his attention, waving his hand from time to time to fire in a burst of spiritual fire.
Mo Lei was half-lying on a mat, with dark circles under his eyes. He was having troubles and hadn't rested for an unknown amount of time. When he saw Ning Yi, he immediately became energetic and asked with a smile: "You're not at home in the middle of the night."
, what are you doing here?"
Ning Yi ignored him, bowed respectfully to the Gongshu Ban, and said in a deep voice: "I took the liberty of visiting late at night..."
"Tell me something!"
Mo Lei choked on the second half of his words, and several muffled laughs broke out.
"I want to buy a puppet egg, and I hope that I will give you my love."
"Not for sale."
The public transportation class waved his hand and refused outright.
He spent a lot of thought on the puppet eggs and consumed too many resources.
If the price is only based on the role of the puppet eggs, the price is equivalent to that of a high-grade magic weapon. At such a price, Gongshu Ban will naturally look down upon it. If it is too much, Ning Yi cannot afford it.
Therefore, not selling is the best option.
Of course, if Ning Yi is willing to use favors to repay his debt, Gongshu Ban will not mind giving him one directly.
Ning Yi waved his hand and hundreds of spirit stones fell on the table.
The public transport squadron's hands trembled slightly, and the flames in the furnace suddenly became three times stronger.
Seeing that he was silent, Ning Yi waved his hand again, and another hundred spiritual stones were added to his count.
Mo Lei's eyes widened, he blinked hard at his master, and almost stood up and shouted: "Hurry up and agree."
In the courtyard, there was silence for two breaths.
Ning Yi sighed and raised his hand, ready to take back the spirit stone.
"It's not that we can't discuss it. What kind of relationship do we have? You think so, good disciple."