Volume 6: Summer Chapter 6 Experience
The branches were swaying in the wind.
Tang Butian suddenly turned around.
Zhong Yan turned around and followed her line of sight. A man wearing a black coarse cloth robe, carrying a basket on his back and holding a wooden stick in his hand, was walking towards them on the grass. He had short hair, dark skin, and a thick scar on his neck, which stretched from his jaw to his collarbone.
It’s Immortal Zhang.
Zhang Xianren stopped about three meters in front of Tang Butian and Zhong Yan.
"Master Zhang, I and..." Zhong Yan had just said half of his words when Master Zhang waved his hand at him to stop him from speaking any further.
Immortal Zhang stared at Tang Butian, "What was your sword intention just now?"
"Uncle Zheng demonstrated his sword skills to me before he died."
"Zheng Yuantai is dead?"
"right."
"How did he die?" asked Zhang Xianren.
" There is a door at the bottom of Jiujin Mountain that leads to the void. There is a trace of divine consciousness on the door, which is very powerful. Uncle Zheng fought with it to give me a chance and died in the battle."
"How's that door now?"
“It’s turned off.”
"You turned it off?"
"Yes, with this sword," Tang Butian held the wooden sword horizontally in front of him, "So I want to know, who was the owner of this sword thirty years ago?"
Zhang Xianren walked up to Tang Butian and reached out to grab the middle of the blade.
His hands are large and strong.
A dark light floated on the blade, flowing over Zhang Xianren's fingers and back of his hand.
"Is that all?" Immortal Zhang exerted force with his fingers, and the dark light solidified.
Tang Butian gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his fingers turning white from the force.
The wooden sword began to tremble.
The solidified dark spots of light dissipated in the trembling.
Tang Butian pursed her lips, she raised her head slightly, and a strand of hair fell from her shoulder.
The wooden sword trembled more and more violently, and Zhang Xianren's black robe also fluttered in the wind.
An invisible energy spread outward with Tang Butian and Zhang Xianren as the center.
Zhong Yan became alert and took a big step back. Then he saw Tang Butian pull the wooden sword out of Zhang Xianren's hand. Her body rose up, and the wooden sword slipped out of her hand. After circling around her body, it returned to her hand again.
The wooden sword swung downward diagonally, leaving an afterimage as it stabbed towards Zhang Xianren.
Zhang Xianren's body did not move. He threw away the wooden stick, put his hands together, and caught the wooden sword. Tang Butian's hair was lifted up, and Zhang Xianren saw her eyes, which were clearly black and white , focused and indifferent.
The wooden sword slid across his palm.
And Tang Butian closed her eyes.
Zhang Xianren felt that there was a hint of dangerous aura emanating from the wooden sword.
Tang Butian turned his wrist and the wooden sword stabbed forward a little further.
Zhong Yan heard Zhang Xianren's low growl. He saw Zhang Xianren open his hands, push them outwards, and grab forward with his right hand. Then, Tang Butian was thrown up, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground.
Zhong Yan ran a few steps and ran to Tang Butian's side, "How are you?"
"Not bad," Tang Butian refused Zhong Yan's help. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she stood up by herself. She looked at Zhang Xianren, "Come again?"
Zhang Xianren walked up to Tang Butian and said, "The person who used this sword to kill the 'God' thirty years ago was Mu Di."
"Is she a swordsman?"
"No, she was trained by the Chinese government. Her background is similar to Zhuang Zekun's. She did not gain recognition from the sword. She used other methods and sacrificed her own life and the lives of many others to kill the 'God'. It was because of the catastrophe thirty years ago that the mountain fought together with the government, which started the cooperation between the mountain and the government."
"What exactly was the catastrophe thirty years ago?"
Immortal Zhang glanced at Zhong Yan and said, "I can't tell you about this. My attitude has not changed. I don't approve of the mountain interfering too much in worldly affairs. If you want to know, go ask Zhong Minghong."
"I understand. Thank you, Immortal Zhang."
Immortal Zhang looked at Tang Butian.
She has grown a lot taller.
The last time I saw her was about five or six years ago. At that time, Tang Yi died in the battle. Tang Butian held Tang Yi's sword and stood alone on the mountain for many days.
Zhang Xianren's tone softened a little, and he asked, "How are you doing down in the mountain?"
"fine."
"I suggest you retreat to the mountains for a while."
Tang Butian looked at Zhang Xianren and waited for him to continue.
"You can only vaguely sense some of the laws on the sword now. Close the door. You must have had other helpers at that time."
"Yes." Tang Butian admitted.
Immortal Zhang did not ask any more questions. He said, "You can integrate your understanding into your swordsmanship. Over time, you will become more familiar with it and deepen your understanding of it. One day, you will be able to master it thoroughly."
Tang Butian clasped her fists and bowed deeply to Immortal Zhang. She said, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal ."
"During this period, you can come to me anytime to spar."
"good."
"You go back, Zhong Yan stay," Immortal Zhang looked at Zhong Yan, "I have something to tell you."
Tang Butian turned around, holding the wooden sword in his right hand, and walked out.
Zhang Xianren and Zhong Yan watched her walk down the mountain.
A crane flew up, carrying her, and after circling in the air, it took her to another hill.
…
When Chen Nan returned to the bookstore with the table flowers, Jiang You and Lin Yu had already moved and put the tables together.
Li Sheng also went out to eat with her friends.
The bookstore became quiet again.
Jiang You held a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He took a sip and said, "Sister Nan, is there anything else you want to do?"
Chen Nan placed the table flowers on the signing table. "No more. I'm worried that if there are really hundreds of people coming this afternoon, what will happen if they line up outside? Should I borrow some guardrails from the management office?"
"Not that many people. In the convention, she only signed about a hundred people in half an hour. Many of them just came for fun. There are very few people like that," Jiang You walked to Chen Nan. "Nowadays, the Internet is well developed, and it's easy for people with similar interests to gather together. There are QQ groups and WeChat groups. They play in them every day, and they think there are a lot of people. In fact, there are still not many. Look at my little idol, Yang Xuan. At this time last year, there were probably tens of thousands of people who paid to vote for her. At that time, her group held a fan meeting, and there were only a few hundred people who came to see her."
"Is Yang Xuan still an idol? It seems like I haven't heard from her for a long time."
"I was filming before."
Chen Nan turned around and looked at the decorated bookstore. "If there are few people, I'm afraid Xiao Liu will be shocked. It's been very hard for her to communicate with both sides this time."
"Just consider it as a chance to gain experience. Why don't you give discounts to the whole store? People who come here after going through so much trouble might just buy a few books and take them home."
“That’s right…”
"Also, I'm planning to hold an art exhibition for my son on Children's Day. I'll ask Xiao Liu to come over and help, okay?"
"Then talk to her yourself."
