“Old me – defeated ——,” Zhong Qingling muttered as his eyes lost in thought as he looked towards the sky.
Since that great defeat one hundred and fifty years ago, Zhong Qingling seldom used his sword again, because during the days on the Buried Sword Peak, there was no need to use his sword.
On that peak, what was buried was the sword, and also the heart.
Therefore, this defeat was unexpected and justified.
“The heart of a sword is like the heart of a person, the heart is decaying, how can your sword not be defeated!” Qing Yu slowly marched up to Zhong Qingling’s body.
Although he was not a master of the sword dao, Qing Yu’s martial art was so profound that he could naturally understand many things that were difficult for many people to understand.
Whatever the heart of the sword is to others, to Qing Yu it is the heart of the human heart, the heart of the sword, the heart of the sword, and the heart of other martial arts.
Being well versed in all martial arts, there is no big difference between the sword and the sabre for Qing Yu. Both the sword and the sabre are derivatives of the limbs and carriers of the will. Using the heart to control the sword and the sabre to control all weapons is Qing Yu’s attitude towards weapons.
This was also why Qing Yu was able to begin the Misty Sword Technique as quickly as he did, and quickly worked the first eight stances like an arm.
“Send a message to the Buried Sword Peak for Xiao, if you want the Heaven’s Share fragment, you can. But the restart of the Sword God Lake must be counted as Xiao’s share. If not, they will just bury their swords until their final years.”
“By the way, the —— sword you want to pa*s on also has this one!”
Qing Yu suddenly probes his hand to hold the hilt of the Great Determination Sword, the matchless sword intent is transmitted into the sword, and there is even a strong sword qi contained within.
“Before you die, witness this sword of Xiao Mou, whether anyone in Buried Sword Peak can take it. If there is no one ——”
“Then it will not be a matter of cooperating with Mister Xiao to restart the Sword God Lake, but rather Mister Xiao going up to Buried Sword Peak to take heavenly points.”
“Hahahahahaha ——”
Qing Yu laughed long and disappeared above the cloud peak.
Based on Zhong Qingling’s current injuries alone, as long as the sword energy and sword intent on the Great Determination Sword did not explode, he could not die yet. He would return to the Buried Sword Peak with Qing Yu’s words, and the sword style, to weigh the strength of the Buried Sword Peak for Qing Yu.
The blistering wind blew, scattering dust in all directions, and Zhong Qingling’s eyes were pinned to the ground by the sword as if he were dead.
At one point, the disorientated man struggled to his feet and pulled the two-foot blade out of the ground with his chest pressed against the hilt. And so, with the sword on his chest, he disappeared into the swirling wind and dust.
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In the quiet valley, an elegant and exquisite hut stood.
This was the residence of the Hundred Herb Pavilion, and the environment in the valley had been adjusted by the ancestors of the Hundred Herb Pavilion from generation to generation, and was no less than those of the cave blessed lands.
This quiet and natural environment gives anyone who comes here a sense of relaxation and well-being. Staying in such an environment, one can live a few more years just by living.
However, at this moment, the senior management of the Hundred Herb Pavilion did not have the slightest intention to feel relaxed and happy, their brows were furrowed in anger and their faces were furious.
A few days ago, the Hundred Herb Pavilion had lost in Lingzhou, and not only did they not get back the Nine Ruins of the Spiritual Hub, but they had also lost three Divine Farming Hundred Herb Pills instead.
Next, that D*mned Jia Gui had even stabbed the Hundred Herb Pavilion in the wound.
Although the Hundred Herb Pavilion also grows medicinal herbs, there are some heavenly treasures that are rare and cannot be found, and cannot be grown by human hands. This is why the Hundred Herb Pavilion would often buy herbs from the Jianghu people and some medicinal farmers, both to acquire some rare spiritual medicines and to purchase some common herbs for the disciples to use.
Such a valley alone is not enough to support the daily consumption of many disciples. Learning medicine and refining it is hard work and costly, and if they were to grow it themselves, it would not be enough for the disciples.
The person in charge of purchasing herbs is Jia Gui, who one would hate to have broken into pieces.
After Jia Gui left the Hundred Herb Pavilion and defected to Qing Yu, he took some of the familiar ways of buying herbs with him. The True Martial Sect had the support of the Taiping Society in Lingzhou, and those who sold goods naturally preferred to deal with people with a deep background of power. Now that the world is in turmoil, having a friendship with the Taiping Society is a way back.
The Hundred Herb Pavilion, on the other hand, has refused to join the Peace Society. So this sect, which was at the border of Lingzhou, was a bit of a mixed bag.
“Elder Jiang, what do you think, what should this sect do?” Yu Ling Chang thought about what was bothering him and couldn’t help but ask Jiang Shengchao for advice.
After Jiang Shengchao had failed to seize the Nine Ruins of the Spiritual Hub, he was about to go into the ground because he had been injured by the Nine Needles of Tai Su. It was Gui Ling who often expelled the evil energy and toned up his foci, and also gave him a Shennong Hundred Herbs Pill to prolong his life.
Jiang Shengchao was then left behind by the Hundred Herb Pavilion, and officially became a guest of the Hundred Herb Pavilion.
Jiang Shengchao heard the troubled words of Yu Ling Chang and was about to speak broadly to comfort him when he suddenly frowned and said to the window, “Who are you, rat?
“Senior Jiang has not yet grown old, but it is the late generation who has been rude.”
A light breeze blew by, bringing a light fragrance, and a young man with a sword appeared in the room, saluting Jiang Shengchao.
The young man had a breezy temperament, yet had a proud and jagged demeanour. In the face of Jiang Shengchao’s and Gui Lingchang’s forced stares, he arched his hand and said, “Department Six Dark Constable Ju Jun, my respects.”
“Department Six Dark Constable, you are the Four Gentlemen?” Gui Ling Chang instantly thought of where this man came from.
“Precisely.”
Jun Ju said, “Lord Gui is troubled about where the Hundred Herb Pavilion is going, isn’t there a good place to go right now? The land of Lingzhou belongs to the Great Qian, and no matter how powerful the Taiping Society is, it will not change the ownership of Lingzhou. And ——”
The Juejun suddenly smiled surreptitiously, “That enemy of Pavilion Master Yu is also an enemy of my Great Qian. The enemy of an enemy is a friend, isn’t it?”
Qing Yu.
The name of this enemy immediately came to Gui Ling Chang’s mind.
I had heard that Great Qian and Qing Yu were very hostile, and had even provided evidence at Qing Yu’s succession ceremony to make the Young Heavenly Master speak out in question. Now it seemed that there was indeed something to it.
“What do you want? And what can I get from the Hundred Gra*s Pavilion?” Gui Ling Chang asked, both excited and very calmly.
Right now, the Hundred Herb Pavilion was in need of a backer, and Great Qian was indeed the right choice. But he still had to confirm the conditions and give from Da Qian before he could really decide where to go.
“Bringing into play the expertise of the Hundred Herb Pavilion, Great Qian and that group of rebels have been struggling quite a lot recently, and there are many injured people, so you and other physicians are needed to contribute. As for what you will get?”
“In the short term, Great Qian has all the herbs that you and others lack. Even if there are some heavenly treasures, it is not impossible for Great Qian to let you and others use them to make pills. In the long term, Qing Yu is an enemy that must be resolved, and the Great Qian will help you to seek justice together.
These two points, are they enough?” Jujun smiled.
“Sufficient.” A blazing fire seemed to burn in Gui Ling Chang’s eyes, he was eager to see the day when that demonic dao of Qing Yu fell. That scene would surely be so haunting that it would be hard to stop.
“Happy cooperation!”
