Chapter 183
It has to be said that although Jian Banxian was the martial arts leader of the previous generation, this does not mean that he is a good teacher.
He just made a few simple gestures without further explanation. He just said a few vague words, "Concentrate all your power under one sword...". As for how to gather all your power in one move. Power was not discussed in detail.
"We're pressed for time, so I won't go into details. That old guy Qingzhuo won't give us much time."
"How's it going? Have you learned it?" Jian Banxian said casually.
This is a lonely lesson... Qiao Mu complained, it's like I just gave you an English dictionary with several hundred pages, and turned around to ask you if you have finished reciting it. After you have finished reciting it, you can go to the CET-6 examination room later.
What else could Qiao Mu do? He could only answer honestly:
"That's it? Why do you need to learn such a simple thing? Can't you understand it at a glance?"
"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it yet. I didn't expect you to learn it right away. Anyway, I'll do it later. Huh?" Jian Banxian looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously.
"What did you say?"
He didn't believe it at first and asked Qiao Mu to try to demonstrate it.
Qiao Mu didn't say much. He just held the sword in one hand. He gradually concentrated his energy and his eyes became as sharp as a sword.
The so-called drawing a sword is just a movement. The technique of drawing a sword in Zhantian focuses on the spirit but not the mind. Therefore, it does not matter whether it is the movement of drawing the sword or not. The essence lies in how to accumulate momentum and how to use all your strength in one move.
"That's enough." Jian Banxian waved his hand to stop him, preventing Qiao Mu from actually striking out with the sword.
He has already seen that Qiao Mu has mastered the "Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword Technique". Although he cannot be said to have understood its secrets, he can be considered relatively proficient in "Slashing Me".
Jian Banxian's eyes glazed over for a moment.
He knew how much he weighed, and his level of teaching martial arts was very ordinary. Over the years, the only person who could master the "Slaying the Sky and Drawing the Sword Technique" was his brother Lu Yanbei, who had been with him day and night and had a common heart.
In this world, there are people who pretend to be qualified in swordsmanship in front of his sword-relegated immortal?
Damn it, he actually pretended to do it?
"Before you have experienced actual combat, it is already very good that you have mastered the 'Sword Cutting Technique' to this point. Perhaps your qualifications are only inferior to mine." Sword Banished Immortal did not hesitate to praise:
"However, horses with thousands of miles of horses often come with horses but not great men. I am the only one who can recognize talents with a keen eye and can find a chance of survival before the elders of the Immortal Sect come."
Although he was praising himself in his words, Jian Banxian was indeed quite happy.
Obviously, Qiao Mu's ability to master it so quickly was beyond his expectation.
For today's situation, this is a good thing.
"Then, those who practice swordsman should come here first." Sword Exorcist said:
"Third brother, you also know that once the internal energy is exhausted, you need time to rest and adjust your breathing if you want to recover."
Qiao Mu: "Ah, yes, yes."
He really didn't know how long it would take him to recover after his inner strength was exhausted.
After all, every time he ran out of energy, he would either fight to the death and then be resurrected at full strength.
Either he escaped death by luck, but due to the disintegration of the demon, the meridians in his body were all severed, and his internal energy could not be restored at all.
Jian Banxian said: "So after killing those two hundred bean generals, my internal energy was somewhat depleted, and I haven't fully recovered yet."
He held the stone sword in his hand, his eyes dark.
In old age, Qi and blood decline, and internal energy is insufficient...As a human being, he is actually in poor condition, not as good as he was in his prime thirty or forty years ago.
His strength and vigor were both lacking, but his swordsmanship and "god" strength were no less than before.
Even after seeing his brother Lu Yanbei almost die, he saw clearly the confusion and expectations in his heart, so he took action boldly today, thirty years later.
His "god" was further advanced than before, so he could hold the sword again.
But this is not enough.
His sword can kill people, but it is not powerful enough to kill immortals.
"Mortal swords are not sharp enough." He looked at the stone sword in his hand and said suddenly.
Qiao Mu didn't know why, he just frowned and urged:
"Stop talking to yourself, how are you going to kill me?"
"It's not that I want your life..." Jian Banxian looked at Qiao Mu, his usually cold eyes now slightly darker.
Although Qiao Kesen was regarded by him as his third brother, in the end it was still his first time meeting him.
His impression of Qiao Kesen can actually be traced back to the Qiao family who were the first to teach him Iron Crotch Kung Fu after hanging out with him for more than a month.
For thirty years in the isolated city, he had been watching the fire from the other side, sitting back and watching the old soldiers in the city gradually wither away.
He cannot understand the sacrifices of others, because he is so powerful that the fire of a hundred miles of desert cannot burn him. Even if the whole city is wiped out, he can still survive alone.
It was only when Lu Yanbei was about to die that he was pulled from the other side to this side.
On this side of the river, the Qiao family is undoubtedly one of the most dazzling figures in the isolated city.
"The enemy is strong and we are weak. If we want to win, your life is not enough." Jian Banxian said calmly:
"And I have to pay the price for wasting thirty years."
Jian Banxian suddenly turned the tip of his sword upside down, and in the midst of everyone's surprised and uncertain gazes, he raised the stone sword in his hand and pierced his own chest and abdomen.
This was not a suicide. There was no blood flowing out of the wound, only a faint glow.
The stone sword was not so much piercing into his body as it was merging with his body, gradually becoming one with the flow of light.
Before anyone could react, the body of Jian Banxian had dried up and decayed, but the stone sword inserted into the chest and abdomen was filled with a faint brilliance and was quietly suspended in the air.
"Mortal body turns into a sword." The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the voice of the sword banishing the immortal rang in the ears of Qiao Mu and others:
"The sword is me now, and I am the sword."
"When that old guy Qingzhuo arrives, I will guide you to perform the real sky-cutting and sword-drawing technique to gain a chance of survival."
As a human being, he is no match for Taoist Qingzhuo. This was true thirty years ago, and it will be even more true thirty years later.
So if you want to win, you naturally have to seek change, which requires extraordinary means and extraordinary methods.
And this is the answer to the sword banishing the immortal.
Qiao Mu and others were surprised. No one had thought that Jian Banxian would use such methods. What was even more surprising was that he would actually make such a choice.
The body of the Sword Banished Immortal was drying up and decaying at this moment, losing its color, and at first glance it looked like it had turned into a pale stone statue.
On the contrary, this stone sword exuded a faint brilliance, and even human voices could be heard, floating in the air on its own, like a living thing.
"A mortal's sword cannot kill an immortal." The voice of the sword in the stone sword that banished the immortal was still calm:
"I was relegated to immortality as a human sword, and now I have transformed into a sword with a mortal body. Naturally, it is not comparable to a mortal sword."
"Today I am a sword and I will kill the immortal!"
"How did you..." Captain Hai frowned. It was difficult for him to connect the stone sword in front of him with the sword that banished the immortal who was trapped in the Taoist temple carving stone statues all day long in his memory.
"What I hate the most in my life is being moved by myself." The stone sword in the air seemed to sense something, and it rotated the sword to face Captain Hai:
"Don't guess my thoughts, don't put a high hat on me, don't disgust me and let him enter Stone City."
The old man in the arsenal was silent for a moment, then he raised his hand and waved lightly, allowing Captain Hai and other senior soldiers to enter the stone city in his palm.
The courtyard of the Taoist temple, which was a little crowded just now, suddenly became empty, and the whole city was empty, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves rustling.
"Sword banishes immortals, how confident are you now?" Qiao Mu asked again.
Jian Banxian did not answer, but asked:
"Third brother, have you heard of 'The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains'?"
"In the storyteller Yu Gong Moves the Mountain, Yu Gong's descendants have endless descendants, but the mountain does not increase, so Yu Gong thinks that after countless years, he can move the mountain with all his mortal strength."
"It's just that our enemy is not the mountain."
"Kill a Tao Shun, and a Tao Ni will appear; kill a Tao Ni, and now the Qing Dynasty will come again."
"In the past forty years, there have been fewer and fewer veterans in the city, and they have gotten older and older, but the number of monks from the Nine Immortal Sects is almost endless. Even if you kill them, they will come back again..."
"Even if we can kill that old guy Qingzhuo, what happens next?"
"If the elders of the Nine Immortal Sects die at the hands of mortals, it will alert the other elders and even the headmaster of the Immortal Sect, right?"
"What do you want to say?" Qiao Mu was puzzled. Perhaps because Jian Banxian felt that his death was imminent, he became even more talkative than usual.
"Facing this kind of mountain that will continue to grow taller, you ask me how sure I am?" Jian Banxian asked back.
The answer is self-explanatory.
But not every question needs an answer.
"It's time to set off." Qiao Mu glanced at the old man Wu Ku, who immediately understood and set off with Qiao Xiaoming, taking the demon cat Wu Chang with them and escaping into the wind and sand outside the city.
Dozens of female stone statues took stiff steps and walked into the streets step by step. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the streets and alleys, and spread far in the empty city.
Qiao Mu stood on the city gate tower, watching his other self gradually go away.
After all, there was only one person and one sword left in this lonely city, and there was no other sound besides that.
They are waiting.
The moment when Taoist Qingzhuo arrives, no matter success or failure, it will be the end of forty years of blood and tears in this lonely city.
"Sword Banished Immortal, you seem to know a lot about the Immortal Sect? Where do these nine Immortal Sects come from?" Qiao Mu asked casually while waiting boringly.
"Nine Immortal Sects... That old guy Qingzhuo wanted to convert me to the Immortal Sect, so I heard some things from him..." Jian Banxian seemed to know that his time was running out. At this moment, he was divided. Foreign talker:
"Naturally, these nine immortal sects did not pop out from the cracks in the rocks."
"Immortal ways have been around since ancient times, and so are the Immortal Sects. It's just that the Immortal Sects in the past avoided the world and didn't bother to interfere in human affairs."
"Of course, the so-called disdain to interfere in human affairs is just that they don't directly intervene in politics to coerce the Great Yan like today. In the past, there were human disasters caused by aliens in various parts of Kyushu, but there were fewer."
"Immortal monks fight with each other, affecting mortal cities and towns, and demonic monks sacrifice blood to civilians to refine magic weapons... These are things that have happened since ancient times."
"It's just that later I heard that the world has changed and the spiritual energy has declined, so it's a little different."
"In the past, immortal monks still relied on their status and did not interfere in ordinary affairs." Sword Banished Immortal teased:
"But now the general environment has begun to get complicated. Everyone is eating from the same bowl, so how can we care about how we eat?"
The immortal monks in the past were so farsighted that they really looked down upon the few resources of mortals.
After all, the gap between immortals and mortals is not small. The spiritual energy and spiritual stone resources that immortal monks need to practice are naturally massive, and it is difficult for mortal dynasties to supply them.
But then things changed.
"Since the 'Aoki Immortal' refined the incense talisman, the nine immortal sects have also mastered it one after another. They gradually appeared in the world, established gods, and set up Taoist temples."
"Immortal monks who follow ancient methods are naturally no match for monks who use incense to assist their practice. Now among the nine immortal sects, incense practice has become the mainstream."
"But even with the assistance of incense, the cultivation level of immortal monks should not be as good as when the spiritual energy was abundant in ancient times..."
"So, not only the martial arts are changing, but the immortal way is also changing. The incense talisman is their current method..."
"The rising stars eliminate the former. This is the change that the times should have." Jian Banxian's voice gradually became deeper.
He is a predecessor in the martial arts, but in front of Taoist Qingzhuo, he became a newcomer.
I just don’t know who eliminated whom today.
....
A rainbow light shuttled through the clouds, and Qingzhuo Taoist held a jade slip in his hand and was sending a message through the air.
"Today, because of the matter of banishing the immortal with the sword, I delayed my business and missed the important event of King Qin's land sealing..."
"If the immortal kingdom on earth is established, we should hide behind the scenes, and let King Qin take charge of the fate of the world... This matter is related to the foundation of the immortal sect, and it is indeed a credit..."
It's a pity he had to come.
He was the one who imprisoned the sword-banished immortal in a hundred miles of desert, so now he naturally has to handle the funeral affairs.
While thinking, he swooped down from the clouds and turned into rainbow light.
The setting sun melts gold, and the setting sun is like blood.
The setting sun condensed on the sky like a huge blood clot, and half of the sky was dim red.
The disabled old people in the isolated city left in a hurry, and there were still lingering smoke from some houses. However, the whole city was empty at this time, and looking at the wisps of cooking smoke made it look a bit more lonely.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
Qiao Mu sat alone on the city gate tower, with a sword leaning against the ancient mottled wall behind his back. He became the last defender of the city.