Chapter 17: Practicing the Sword or Practicing the Heart
Mu Chenyun was hit hard by the knife, and the injuries were visible to the bones.
The Shura Soul-Severing Sword itself was tempered with the blood of many monster beasts that contained toxins, which could prevent blood coagulation. In addition, he had to escape quickly, so he lost a lot of blood and his body was very weak.
Thirteen pieces of heavenly demon heavy armor are enough to shake the entire Dragon Snake Frontier Army, and no one can suppress them.
But Mu Chenyun did not abscond. He even returned to his private residence in Tianjiwei, the capital of Donglin Province, as if nothing had happened. He just claimed to be sick and waited.
Because he is the emperor's servant, all the ways he knows are also the ways the emperor knows. Therefore, the world is so big that he has no place to go. He can only wait for the emperor's will in life and death.
He didn't even ask who had ruined him...no, ruined the good deeds of the man on the throne in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou.
The feeling of waiting is never pleasant, especially for a practitioner who has a very high status and whose soul power has reached the middle level of a national scholar.
There are only a few pommel horses in front of the door.
It was a hot summer day, but outside his private house, not only the human voice, but also the sound of cicadas seemed to have disappeared, leaving an indescribable coldness.
Although there seemed to be no one around, he knew that his private residence had already been surrounded by many silent people hiding in the dark. Those people were also waiting for the orders from the Imperial City of Zhongzhou.
Although there was no voice, he knew that everyone outside now knew that he was a person who was not there below.
Fortunately he didn't have to wait long.
A white-robed man with silver hair, no trace of color, and his hair tied into a bun walked into his private house and walked up to the lifeless man.
This must be a very old man, even his eyebrows are as white as snow, but his face has no wrinkles and is as moist as white jade.
There was a look of shock on Mu Chenyun's lifeless face. He didn't expect it to be this person. But the moment he saw this person with silver hair, he stood up as fast as he could, regardless of the weight on his back.
Injured, he bowed to this man and saluted: "Uncle Ni!"
Not all practitioners in Yunqin come from colleges, and not all colleges are divided into departments like Qingluan College, and those who teach are called lecturers or professors.
In Yunqin's palace, there have always been worshipers responsible for guarding the palace and helping the emperor cultivate practitioners.
Ni Henian nodded slightly as a return gift.
Mu Chenyun took a deep breath and said, "Uncle, please sit down."
"No need to be polite." Ni Henian glanced at him indifferently and said, "I just happen to be in Donglin Province. I came here on the emperor's order and will leave soon."
Mu Chenyun gritted his teeth and said sharply: "What are you going to do with me, Your Majesty?"
"He takes credit for your merits and gives you a chance. He is temporarily suspended from office and under house arrest pending investigation."
Ni Henian looked at Mu Chenyun expressionlessly and said this. Looking at the ecstasy on Mu Chenyun's face, he said again: "Stretch out your hand."
Mu Chenyun was slightly startled, and hesitantly stretched out his right hand.
Ni Henian also stretched out his hand and pressed Mu Chenyun's right hand.
A terrifying aura instantly filled the lifeless room, and all the doors and windows shattered instantly, with pieces flying out.
All the green bricks under Mu Chenyun's feet were shattered. His body slumped back and he opened his mouth. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The catgut sutures on his back that sutured the wound were all shattered. The entire back
Instantly stained red with blood.
When the royal minister stretched out his smooth and jade-like hand, he intuitively felt the danger, but he couldn't avoid the seemingly slow touch.
But at this moment, the blood spurted out and the wound on his back opened again, but he knew very well that the other party did not want to kill him. Because with his current injury and the other party's cultivation level, if he wanted to kill him, he would have already
Dead, not just a shock to the five internal organs and a large amount of blood loss from the wound on the back.
Ni Henian withdrew his hand, his voice was calm and gentle, and he could not see the horror of just pressing the button that seemed to contain a storm in the house, shattering all the doors and windows with one breath.
"This is also the intention of the Holy One." Looking at Mu Chenyun who was vomiting blood, Ni Henian said calmly, "He asked you to do things for him, but he didn't ask you to do anything else that was against the laws of Yunqin. And the reason is,
You failed to check the people you hired, which led to this failure."
Mu Chenyun swayed, but stood still sullenly, trying his best to regulate his breathing, nodded, and said in a cold voice: "Then who are the people who attacked me...how does the emperor plan to deal with them?"
"It's Lin Xi who investigated the Yingoufang case." Ni Henian looked at Mu Chenyun expressionlessly and said indifferently: "As for him... don't think that your life is safe now, so you want to touch him.
The Holy One and the eldest princess have already made a decision about him, and similarly, the Holy One will also give him a chance to choose."
"Lin Xi?"
Mu Chenyun's face instantly turned livid. He could no longer control some of the crazy emotions in his body, and his face became completely ferocious, "Why! Why did a little person like him even have the power of the Holy Lord and the emperor?"
The eldest princess all..."
"For the Holy Emperor, no matter how good his talent and background are, he is indeed an insignificant person." Ni Henian looked at him and said: "But the most important thing is that he was originally the disciple of the eldest princess. And with his status and
Even your cultivation can ruin such a thing. If such a person grows up and is used by the Holy One, wouldn't it be even more dangerous?"
"You have to know." Ni Henian looked at Mu Chenyun, whose face was still ferocious, and added coldly, "Sitting behind the heavy curtain, Situ, who is in charge of the Department of Justice, noticed him because of his performance, and I'm afraid he will be cultivated.
Support him. And he originally had some relationship with the Yuhua family. No matter how small a person like this is now, how can he be looked down upon?"
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There are also cicadas chirping in Yanlai Town.
Lin Xi walked into a courtyard along the bluestone road and coughed lightly.
The door of the wing room in the other courtyard opened, and Chen Feirong, who was wearing ordinary women's plain clothes, came out. She also coughed at Lin Xi and said, "Is there anything you want me to do?"
Lin Xi smiled slightly and said, "I want you to practice with me and practice swordsmanship."
"Sword practice?" Chen Feirong also smiled and said, "You want to fight me?"
Lin Xi nodded: "The weapon you major in is the sword, and the weapon I major in is also the sword. And you are a two-handed swordsman. I should be able to learn a lot from fighting you."
Chen Feirong glanced at Lin Xi, pursed her lips and said, "Just practicing swordsmanship?"
Lin Xi asked: "Why, not interested?"
Chen Feirong shook her head and smiled: "This is not a question of interest or disinterest. Since I am your disciple, I will naturally do whatever you want me to do. Not only sword training, you ask me to do other things
, I won’t refuse either.”
Lin Xi looked at her seriously and said, "Just practice sword practice."
Chen Feirong burst out laughing, smiling sincerely, "You are indeed very interesting."
Lin Xi also smiled and said, "You are also very interesting."
"You are very smart." Chen Feirong became serious again: "Since even Uncle Liu thinks I have another reason for following you, you can't not see it, why don't you ask me?"
Lin Xi frowned and looked at her: "Everyone has some secrets."
"Is it just that simple?" Chen Feirong looked at Lin Xi and wanted to laugh, but she didn't know why but couldn't.
Lin Xi looked at her distressedly and said, "Sister... I just want to practice sword practice."
"Where to go?"
Chen Feirong calmed down, looked at Lin Xi, and said, "I will go back to the room to get my sword."
Lin Xi said: "Second Master Zhang and his friends have a big house in Yanlai Town, which has a martial arts hall. Second Master Zhang is a friend of mine here, and he is also a practitioner."
Chen Feirong turned around and walked back into the house, but she still said in surprise: "There are also folk practitioners in such a small place?"
Lin Xi curled her lips: "Isn't Qiancang Cave a small place?"
Chen Feirong turned her head and said seriously: "That's different. That's a place where many practitioners go to trade. Some people go there to try their luck in order to become practitioners."
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Lin Xi and Chen Feirong stood in the martial arts performance hall paved with thick stone strips.
The sallow-faced Mr. Zhang closed all the doors and windows of the martial arts hall, and then sat down on a rosewood chair in the corner.
The martial arts performance hall was empty, nothing was placed.
Chen Feirong and Lin Xi stood opposite each other, looking at Lin Xi who was wearing a green shirt and holding the Dawn Sword, and asked: "You really don't want to wear some armor?"
"Not wearing armor is closer to the real danger, which should be more conducive to practice." Lin Xi made a gesture of invitation to Chen Feirong.
"In terms of practice, you are really a bit abnormal."
Chen Feirong shook her head and said something. With a clang, a meteor-like white light rushed towards Lin Xi's chest.
Her sword draw was not as powerful as Lin Xi's Qingluan Sword Drawing Style, but when it was thrust out, it was coordinated with her whole body's vertical leap. Her whole body was like an arrow shooting out, accelerating the thrust.
.
This is completely different from Qingluan's sword-drawing force, which starts from the feet and condenses the whole body's strength into one thrust.
The power of sword thrust cannot be compared with Qingluan's sword thrust, but the speed is actually faster.
Lin Xi felt a chill in her chest, and she had no time to dodge. She could only move the long sword in her hand upwards. With a "dang" sound, her body shook, and the purple sword light flashed. However, Chen Feirong's purple sword in her left hand had already arrived.
before his face.
The sword energy stung his face, and Lin Xi felt that all the hairs on his body were freezing. A wave of heat surged from his Dantian. His body instantly leaned back in an extremely awkward posture, but he also kicked fiercely towards Concubine Chen.
Rong's chin was kicked away.
With a "pop" sound, Chen Feirong's right sword hilt hit the sole of his foot.
Lin Xi's whole legs suddenly went numb, and her whole body rolled backwards, rolling on the ground.
Chen Feirong did not continue to pursue. She raised her sword and looked at Lin Xi with a smile, "Do you want to practice sword practice or somersaults?"
Lin Xi pressed one hand on the ground, jumped up, stood firmly, and said seriously: "It's all practice."
Chen Feirong read Lin Xi's meaning from his eyes, suppressed her smile, and said seriously: "You want to hone the ability of low-level practitioners to kill high-level practitioners... But not only the strength and speed, but also the physical body
The ability to withstand is also a hurdle that low-level practitioners cannot overcome." Chen Feirong glanced at Lin Xi's tiger's mouth wrapped with a cloth, and then said: "His hand was safe from the same force impact, but your tiger's mouth will be.
It is shattered and cannot hold the sword. Therefore, it is almost impossible for low-level practitioners to defeat high-level practitioners."
"It's almost impossible, which means it's still possible." Lin Xi looked at her and said, "And many times, low-level practitioners will inevitably encounter high-level practitioners."
Chen Feirong nodded, her expression becoming serious: "It's possible that the tiger's mouth was cracked by the shock, but your finger bones were not broken, and you can still grasp the sword in your hand... You can't grasp it, just because of the pain, because*
*Intuitive self-preservation.”
Lin Xi also looked increasingly serious, but she didn't make a sound and just listened.
"Some people can still hold the weapon firmly in their hands even if they have several broken finger bones." Chen Feirong looked at Lin Xi and continued, "This is will. When a person's willpower is strong enough,
, you can withstand the pain of the physical body and the fear of death. Some soldiers in the Dragon and Snake Border Army who are not practitioners have examples of killing practitioners, relying on this strong will to forget pain."
Lin Xi nodded and said seriously: "Thank you...I understand."
Chen Feirong did not laugh, but continued to say seriously: "But when the difference in strength is really large, if a low-level practitioner wants to kill a high-level practitioner, in addition to this strong will, I am afraid that he must also rely on
There’s blood.”
Lin Xi nodded and sighed: "If you are wandering around in the world, you have no choice but to get stabbed. If you come back..."