frightfiction Chapter 223 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber 1
Chapter 223 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber 1
"Master, it's so great to have a body. Not only can I eat delicious food, but I can also play everywhere. I will go out and play in the next world."
The little shadow was running around in the space, bubbles were flying up, and now that it had a physical form, it was more lively than before.
Of course Nan Xi agreed. With Xiaoying by her side, she wouldn't feel bored anymore.
The bubble world in the other dimension was constantly updating. Nan Xi pointed at one and entered the small world.
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Nan Xi felt dizzy, the world in front of her eyes seemed to be spinning, and vague sounds echoed in her ears.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on a hillside. The sunlight shone on her face through the gaps in the leaves, which was very warm.
She did not stand up. Her spiritual sense had already scanned the area. There was no one around and it was safe here. She closed her eyes and began to receive memories.
After a moment, Nan Xi opened her eyes. This time, she actually entered the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" and became Song Qingshu, the third-generation chief disciple of Wudang.
In the original novel, Song Qingshu was trapped in love and accidentally killed his fellow uncle, and was killed by Zhang Sanfeng himself.
Song Qingshu no longer hated his master, nor was he jealous of Zhang Wuji. He no longer had any hope for love in his heart, only endless regret.
He was obviously the most promising disciple of the third generation of Wudang and the future successor of Wudang. However, because of his own personal feelings, he made his father a laughing stock of the world and he could not hold his head up.
My seventh uncle Mo Shenggu took great care of me, but later died at my hands.
He hated himself for being irresponsible, bringing shame to Wudang and disappointing everyone.
If he were to start over again, he would become a hero praised by everyone. He would protect the reputation of Wudang and not let his father down.
Nan Xi sat up. The original owner was now 22 years old and was preparing to go down the mountain for training. Zhang Wuji should be in a cave in Kunlun Mountain at this moment, perhaps practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art.
Nan Xi first mastered the body movements. The internal energy that the original owner practiced was the Wudang Nine Yang Gong. Almost all of Wudang’s disciples practiced this internal energy.
The external skills include the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, Tai Chi sword techniques and Tai Chi boxing techniques, etc.
The light body skill is Tiyunzong. Only this and Tai Chi swordsmanship can be practiced to a small degree of success, the rest are just entry-level skills.
Nan Xi took a quick look and found these techniques very good, but Song Qingshu's aptitude was average, and he had only just gained internal strength after practicing for more than ten years.
In this world, only people with extraordinary talents and possessing heavenly skills can practice martial arts to perfection.
As far as I can remember, only Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji were innate masters, while the others were just ordinary masters. The leaders of the six major sects were only acquired masters.
The original owner, who was barely considered a second-rate expert, was really not good enough.
Nan Xi released Xiaoying to protect her. This time, Xiaoying turned into a snow-white fox. It was agile, elegant and smart.
"Master, do you think my fur is very beautiful?"
Xiaoying wagged his tail, the hair on it was fluffy and soft, like a dancing white cloud.
"nice."
Nan Xi touched it and then began to practice.
She performed a spell and spiritual energy from all around swarmed in.
Wudang Mountain is a Taoist holy place with majestic mountains, overlapping peaks, shrouded in clouds and mist, and a relatively rich spiritual energy.
Nan Xi set up another spirit gathering formation, and spiritual energy poured into her body like a tide. Her meridians were expanding, her internal strength was boiling, and every breath seemed to be synchronized with the spiritual energy of Wudang Mountain.
As time went by, the spiritual energy in Nan Xi's body became more and more dense, and her consciousness kept guiding the flow of spiritual energy.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already daybreak. She carefully felt that her body was filled with powerful strength.
Overnight, she had broken through the threshold of the acquired realm.
Nan Xi stood up and gently pushed out a palm. The palm wind actually produced substantial fluctuations in the air. This was the realm of the second level of the acquired realm.
Xiaoying jumped into Nan Xi's arms. Nan Xi stood up and looked at the six figures coming over.
It was Zhang Sanfeng and the Five Heroes of Wudang. Except for Zhang Cuishan who was already dead and Yu Daying who had disabled legs, the other five heroes all came.
It seems that what happened last night did not escape Zhang Sanfeng's notice. His strength should not be underestimated.
“Qingshu greets the Grandmaster and all the uncles.
Dad, why are you here? "
Song Yuanqiao stared at his son, his eyes passing over Xiaoying. He was excited. His son had made a breakthrough. It seemed that he had gained a lot last night.
"Qingshu, have you had an epiphany?"
Nan Xi's mind was already in a state of confusion. It might be easy to deceive these uncles, but Zhang Sanfeng was not so easy to fool.
Nan Xi shook her head and said, "Grandmaster, I was looking at the stars here last night, and the star map suddenly kept running in my mind. I was touched, so I started practicing.
I don't know how I did it, but suddenly a lot of unknown energy entered my body and opened up my eight meridians. My internal strength made a qualitative leap and broke through the acquired realm."
The five Wudang heroes looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard of such a miraculous thing. However, this adventure was also an opportunity for Qingshu. It allowed him to go directly from a second-rate master to the acquired level. It was really a great fortune.
"Spiritual energy..."
Zhang Sanfeng believed it a little bit, because the energy here was indeed more concentrated than other places. He had already touched the magical energy, but he had not yet fully mastered it.
"Qingshu, think carefully, how did you obtain that energy?"
Nan Xi touched her chin, her mind working frantically, how to obtain it? Of course it's the mind method, but it's a pity that she can't tell you.
She subconsciously made a few hand gestures, and the spiritual energy suddenly surged. Zhang Sanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that energy again.
Unfortunately, the time was too short and the spiritual energy flashed by.
"Grandmaster, I am incompetent and cannot remember."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the hillside. It was just an ordinary hill. Maybe this was the opportunity.
"Forget it, go back and have a rest. This time we have received a joint invitation from the six major sects to discuss the siege of the Ming Cult, so you should go with Yuanqiao."
"Yes, Master!"
After Zhang Sanfeng left, his four uncles surrounded him.
"Qingshu, how did you feel when you broke through?"
"Qingshu, you are really good. You are almost surpassing us."
"Yes, yes, we have a successor for Wudang."
"Qingshu, tomorrow your uncle will take you down the mountain to broaden your horizons."
……
The four uncles finally left, and only Song Yuanqiao stayed.
"Dad, let's go back."
Nan Xi felt a little scared when she saw Song Yuanqiao's expression full of fatherly love.
Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao was also a reserved person. With a bit of pride on his face, he walked towards his home with his son.
Song Yuanqiao was smiling all the way, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood.
Nan Xi recalled the original owner's personality and silently adjusted her posture.
After returning to his residence, Song Yuanqiao stopped and looked at his son. The more he looked, the happier he became. Since his wife passed away, he had been busy and had not taught his son much, fearing that his son would go astray.
Fortunately, my son did a good job and made me proud today.
"Qingshu, go back and have a good rest, pack your bags, and follow us down the mountain tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Dad."
Song Yuanqiao turned and left. He really didn't know how to get along with his son. He could only say these few words, nothing more.
Nan Xi breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her room.