Chapter 72: Raising the Flying Sword
Ni Kun sat cross-legged, placed the Chenghuang Flying Sword horizontally on his knees, pierced the tip of his index finger with the tip of the sword, squeezed out blood, used the blood as ink, concentrated his fingertips, and drew talismans on the spine of the sword.
In order to nourish the flying sword, he had practiced drawing talismans according to the secret book of sword-controlling many times in his free time over the past two months. Now he has mastered it so well that he can draw a talisman in one go and with one stroke of the brush.
When the last stroke was completed, a faint light flashed on the sword, and the runes written in blood slowly merged into the sword body like water stains seeping into a sponge and disappeared.
When the rune completely disappeared, Ni Kun only felt that some invisible existence in his mind was pulled out, making him dazed for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he was not panicked, because he knew that what was taken away was just a wisp of his consciousness.
Spiritual consciousness is the "tentacles" of the primordial spirit. Only when the primordial spirit is strong enough can spiritual consciousness be derived.
Ni Kun had not trained his soul professionally, but the martial arts of the immortals could passively feed back the soul with the blood of the flesh during the physical training. The stronger the body, the more vigorous the blood, and the stronger the soul.
Ni Kun had made remarkable achievements in two months of practice and had undergone three transformations. His physical body and blood had already become extremely strong, and his soul had also grown a lot stronger.
Even if one has never specifically trained the primordial spirit, it is already sufficient for the development of spiritual consciousness.
Using the method of blood sacrifice, he initially imprinted his spiritual consciousness on the flying sword. After establishing a preliminary connection with the flying sword, Ni Kun concentrated his mind and felt that there was indeed a vague connection between himself and the flying sword.
During the first ritual, this connection is still quite weak and may be severed at any time.
So he struck while the iron was hot, squeezed out blood from his fingertips, and continued to write runes on the sword.
Every time a complete rune is written, a faint light will flash on the sword, and the blood rune will be integrated into the sword.
Unconsciously, a blood-red line as thin as a gossamer and as light as smoke had appeared on the spine of the Chenghuang Flying Sword from the tip to the tail of the sword, and the mental connection between Ni Kun and the flying sword became increasingly clear and close.
But at this moment, Ni Kun suddenly felt dizzy and felt even more tired than after learning Zhu Yuyan's Yin Gui secret technique.
This is not excessive blood loss.
It's just using blood as ink to write runes. With Ni Kun's strong blood and energy, how much blood can be wasted?
But the method of blood sacrifice to nourish the sword does not only consume energy and effort.
The so-called "sacrifice" naturally refers to "sacrifice". Since it is a sacrifice, it is natural to offer "sacrifices".
The offerings for nourishing the flying sword, in addition to blood, also include spiritual consciousness, or "mental power" - when writing runes, one needs to be highly focused, concentrate the fingertips, and integrate the spiritual consciousness into the blood and ink. Therefore, every time a rune is written, a lot of mental power will be integrated into the rune and absorbed by the flying sword.
Ni Kun wrote hundreds of runes in one breath. Even with his strong spirit, he still consumed too much energy and felt extremely tired.
My temples were throbbing and aching.
"We can only stop here today. If we continue like this, I will not only be exhausted, but will also be really 'sick'!"
Ni Kun decisively stopped writing runes. He did not dare to try to connect with the flying sword's mind again. He simply put away the flying sword, silently chanted Bing Xin, and warmed his mind.
He nurtured himself silently for a while, until the throbbing and pain in his temples stopped and the feeling of fatigue and dizziness in his head gradually eased. He then let out a long breath, rested for a while, then stood up and prepared to go back to sleep.
Calculating the time, it should be bright by now, and Zhu Yuyan should have gotten up, so he can have a good sleep.
I pushed the bicycle out of the secret room and went to the first floor of the small building. As expected, it was already bright.
Outside the small building, there could be heard the sound of fists breaking through the air.
Ni Kun threw the bicycle into the living room, walked to the window and looked out. He saw Zhu Yuyan, wearing a neat shorts outfit and her long hair simply tied into a high ponytail with a red scarf, practicing boxing in the open space in front of the building.
With that heroic, clean and neat appearance, how could there be any aura of a demon woman?
She is clearly a heroic female warrior.
Ni Kun did not disturb her until she finished practicing a set of boxing, then he greeted her:
"I'm going to go back and take some sleep. If I'm not up by noon, Yuyan, go and wake me up."
After saying that, without waiting for her response, he went straight back to his bedroom upstairs to catch up on his sleep.
The energy consumed by Ni Kunji's flying sword had not yet been fully recovered, and he slept very deeply. He had not woken up naturally at noon.
Zhu Yuyan had to fulfill her duty and follow his instructions to wake him up.
The way of waking up is a bit special.
“…”
Ni Kun raised his body slightly, lowered his eyes, glanced at Zhu Yuyan who was bending over to call him to get up, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he thought for a moment, and lay back down.
It's lunch time anyway, so just lie down for a while longer.
At the same time, in the Western Regions.
In the Dunhuang County Government Office, a girl dressed as a man was sitting in the county magistrate's study, with her head bent over the desk, writing something quickly.
As he was writing, a tall and handsome man wearing a brocade mink coat and holding a folding fan, like a rich and noble prince, walked into the study and said excitedly:
"Minmei, His Majesty has decided to capture Guanzhong before the Li clan raises its army and seizes Chang'an!
"So on the tenth day of the first lunar month, we will swear to march east. First, we will take Chang'an, then Hanzhong, and retake Bashu. When we have recovered the old territory that the Qin Dynasty used to conquer the world, we will reorganize our army and march east through Hangu Pass to retake the world!"
The girl in men's clothing frowned, opened her bright black and white eyes, and glared at the handsome man angrily:
"Who is your Minmei? Ouyang Ke , show me some respect!
"I am the 'Minister of Grain' of the Qin Dynasty appointed by Your Majesty, a high-ranking official of the state at the level of Nine Ministers.
"Although your uncle Ouyang Feng holds the title of 'Weiwei', he is only one of the Nine Ministers, along with me.
"You are just a small official, how dare you treat me with disrespect?"
The handsome man Ouyang Ke smiled and said:
"But Minmei, my uncle has asked His Majesty for permission to marry me, and His Majesty said he would consider it..."
A hint of gloom flashed across the eyes of the girl in men's clothing, and she said coldly:
"I haven't agreed yet. Your Majesty has promised that if I don't want to, even Your Majesty will not force me! Your Majesty's words are golden, and once they are spoken, they are the law of heaven. How could you easily agree to grant me a marriage?
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm handling official business. Get out of here!"
Ouyang Ke had no choice but to smile awkwardly and leave.
She stared at Ouyang Ke's back until he left. Then the girl in men's clothing threw her pen on the table, leaned back heavily on the chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and snorted coldly:
"This Ouyang Ke, who has so many concubines, still dares to have lustful thoughts towards me. It seems that no matter how tight the manpower is in the future, I still have to ask Ada and Aer to take turns to guard the door for me..."
After mumbling a few words, she raised her slender fingers, rubbed her brows, and muttered to herself:
"We have only been here for three months. We have only recruited 5,000 infantrymen and barely enough 1,000 cavalrymen. They are seriously under-trained and are only slightly better than a mob. The food and fodder we have collected is only enough to support the 1,000 cavalrymen for half a year...
"It is now the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the troops will be dispatched on the tenth day of the first lunar month of next year. It is only half a month, and with such a small number of troops and food, how can we march thousands of miles to attack Chang'an?
“Even if Your Majesty has recruited many masters from the Western Regions, this world is full of gangs and martial artists, and there are countless first-rate masters. How can Chang’an, a great city, not have martial arts masters?
"Chang'an is full of experts and has the best soldiers and generals guarding the Sui court. With our limited military strength, how can these experts conquer the enemy in one fell swoop after traveling thousands of miles?
"Could it be that Your Majesty really still has an... Immortal Qin Army?"
The girl in men's clothing pondered for a while, then she got up with a start and was about to go out.
He took two steps, thought for a moment, and then turned back to the desk, muttering to himself:
"In this damn place called the Western Region, the strong winds in winter are like knives..."
He took out the key, opened a secret cabinet, took out a small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and saw inside the bottle a delicate , snow-white paste that looked like mutton fat.
The girl in men's clothing scooped out a small amount of the paste, applied it on her face, and spread it carefully.
Only after he had evenly applied the lotion on her pretty face, which was as white as jade, as tender as snow, and as rosy as white, did he screw the cap back on, put the small bottle back into the secret cabinet with great care, and locked it up carefully.
If Ni Kun were here, he wouldn't even need to look at the label on the bottle. He would only need to look at the bottle itself to recognize what it was.
It was a bottle of "Ya Shuang" that he often used when he was a child...
