Chapter 170: Unfair Sword Intention, Azure Dragon Enters Life
Li Daoxuan handed the mud pill to his master.
Zhang Qianyang had done some research on alchemy. After careful examination, he found that he... couldn't understand it at all.
No matter how you look at it, it's just a pile of stinky mud.
He couldn't help but think that if only the old monk hadn't left, he might be able to understand the things in Buddhism.
"The Dragon-Subduing Arhat is the leader of the Five Hundred Arhats. He has already achieved the Buddha's Bone Immortal Body. The mud on his body must be a natural treasure. These stench is just on the surface."
Zhang Qianyang said while covering his nose.
Then he put the Arhat Mud Pill into Xu Qingxuan's mouth, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Xu Qingxuan lay there quietly, his face pale and his hair white, seemingly unchanged.
"No effect?"
Zhang Qianyang felt a little disappointed.
"No, Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be breathing!"
Li Daoxuan shouted excitedly, and saw Xu Qingxuan's beard fluttering slightly, and his breath was intermittent.
Gradually, Xu Qingxuan's breathing became steady and strong, and his face became more rosy.
His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sat up, vomited a lot of black filth, and shouted, "It stinks!"
Li Daoxuan and his master looked at each other and were both overjoyed.
After Xu Qingxuan vomited out the filth, the injuries on his body began to recover rapidly, the wrinkles on his skin disappeared, and even the sword wound that pierced his heart slowly disappeared.
What’s even more amazing is that his white hair gradually turned black, and his whole spirit and energy improved a lot, as if he was dozens of years younger, and he was completely a different person from before.
Xu Qingxuan's eyes were still a little dazed, and he murmured, "Am I not already... dead?"
Zhang Qianyang laughed loudly and said, "Crazy Sword, you have to thank my apprentice. If he hadn't given you the magic medicine, you would have really died!"
A panacea?
Xu Qingxuan felt the bad smell in his mouth. What kind of elixir could be so smelly?
He shook his head and asked quickly, "Where is the evil dragon? Has it entered the Gan River?"
Thinking of this, a hint of sword intent flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, and his natal flying sword Qingli appeared in his hand. The sword energy was chilling and soared into the sky.
"I'm going to kill it!"
Zhang Qianyang quickly grabbed him and said, "The dragon is dead. My apprentice killed it. Look, its body is sinking to the bottom of the Xihe River!"
Xu Qingxuan looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief. The dragon that he had failed to defeat even after breaking through the Yang Shen realm was killed by him?
Li Daoxuan smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Lucky, lucky."
…
A moment later.
Zhang Qianyang explained the whole story to him. Xu Qingxuan was silent for a long time, then bowed deeply to Li Daoxuan.
"Xu Jianxian, what are you doing——"
"Fellow Daoist Li, you killed the evil dragon and saved me. I will never forget this great kindness. If you need me to do something in the future, I will draw my sword and help you even if it takes thousands of miles!"
As he said this, an astonishing sword energy emanated from his body. It would rather break than bend, and it was extremely sharp, vast and masculine!
This is the promise of a sword cultivator.
His voice was also more confident, with a surge of pride, which was the confidence brought by reaching the realm of Yang Shen.
clang!
The Wanren Divine Sword was sensed by his sword intent, cheered, flew out of Li Daoxuan's hand, and came in front of him.
Obviously, the Wanren Divine Sword recognized him, no longer because of his Heavenly Master bloodline, but because he was Xu Qingxuan.
Xu Qingxuan held the Wanren Divine Sword, and the starry cloud patterns on the sword burst into bright light, echoing the stars in the sky.
A brilliant sword intent rushed straight into the sky, so strong and masculine that all the demon kings from the eight directions retreated and all the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens were shocked.
"It is better to take the straight path than to seek the crooked path. Kill all the injustices, and don't care about the kings and dukes!"
Xu Qingxuan held the Wanren Divine Sword and said to Li Daoxuan: "My friend, please take a good look. This is the sword intent I realized after entering the Yangshen realm. Let's call it... unfairness."
The sword is unyielding, it would rather break than bend, it is meant to slay demons for the people, even if it means death nine times, it will not regret it!
A stunning sword light slashed towards the sea of stars, as if to split the sky in half. With such awe-inspiring power and righteousness, it left an indelible sword mark in the starry sky.
Li Daoxuan looked at the sword and had an epiphany.
After inheriting Lu Dongbin's sword intent, his talent in swordsmanship has greatly increased. At this moment, just by looking at the sword intent, he realized many mysteries.
A hint of sword intent also emerged from his body. Although it was still a little immature, it already had some shape and its edge was beginning to show.
There was a hint of surprise in Xu Qingxuan's eyes. He didn't expect that Li Daoxuan could understand some of the mysteries of the Unfair Sword Intent with just one glance.
This kind of sword talent...
He glared at Zhang Qianyang and said with some envy, "You are truly a natural born swordsman. How did you end up in Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Qianyang smiled proudly and said, "Haha, there's no point in being envious. He is my disciple after all. Besides, we in Longhu Mountain also have sword skills that are not inferior to your Wanshou Palace!"
When Li Daoxuan came to his senses, he realized that he had been standing there for an hour.
He sighed, "I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frosty blade. Today I will show it to you, who has any grievances? What a grievance sword intention!"
Zhang Qianyang laughed and said, "This guy has been sharpening his sword for more than ten years."
Xu Qingxuan savored the poem and clapped his hands in praise: "What a good poem! I will show it to you today, if anyone has any grievances!"
He looked at his reflection in the river. With black hair and dark eyebrows, he looked like a completely different person.
"The dragon is dead. I don't plan to stay in Wanshou Palace any longer."
Zhang Qianyang was stunned and asked, "Where are you going?"
Xu Qingxuan raised his head, his eyes like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"As soon as I enter the Yang God realm, I will change my name to Buping Daoist and travel the world again. Those demons that I couldn't kill back then have kept them waiting for a long time."
Zhang Qianyang laughed and scolded, "You sword madman, you just stepped into the Yang God, and you want to fight again? Those monsters are really pitiful. After the sword madman died, another unfair Taoist came."
Xu Qingxuan laughed loudly and said, "Of course, in addition to killing demons, I will also search the world to find a good disciple and teach him swordsmanship. Zhang Qianyang, do you dare to make another bet with me?"
"What bet?"
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, so let's take ten years. After ten years, we will return to Longyou County and let our disciples duel with swordsmen."
After a pause, Xu Qingxuan emphasized: "Of course, both sides can only use sword skills. Li Xiaoyou's messy skills cannot be used."
If this point was not added, Xu Qingxuan would never make a bet with Zhang Qianyang.
Zhang Qianyang smiled and said, "Let's bet on this Wanren Divine Sword. If you lose, you can give this sword to my disciple."
He glanced at his disciple and could already see his disciple's love and reluctance to part with the Wanren Divine Sword.
Xu Qingxuan smiled and said, "Good old fellow, you have been eyeing the magic sword of my Wanshou Palace for a long time. Well, if I lose, I will give the magic sword to Li Xiaoyou, and if you lose, you can leave the Taiyi Tiangang Sword Art. How about that?"
Zhang Qianyang sneered, "Afraid of you? I'm betting!"
The two men clapped their hands, made the ten-year agreement, then looked at each other and laughed.
Xu Qingxuan threw a token to Li Daoxuan and said, "Little friend Li, if you are in danger in the future, crush this token and I will come to help you."
After saying this, he waved his hand, turned into a sword light, and floated away under the moon, with his last words echoing in the air.
"Kill all the injustices and become a peaceful person again. My two Taoist friends, I am leaving now. We will see you in Xihe in ten years!"
Zhang Qianyang looked at his old friend's back, feeling deeply moved and happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
After coming back from the dead, the old friend was almost reborn. Zhang Qianyang believed that the name of Taoist Buping would sooner or later resound throughout the Nine Provinces, allowing all the demons in the world to feel the sharpness of a swordsman!
…
Nightfall.
Li Daoxuan and his master were meditating separately.
Too many things happened tonight, leaving him overwhelmed. Now he can finally take a breath and take a look at the rewards of the Demon-Slaying Book.
What he cared most about was the reward after killing the dragon.
"In the first month of the second year of Zhenguan, I killed a strange dragon at the mouth of the Xihe River and received a reward - [Blue Dragon Enters Life]!"
