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Everyone, I'm sorry, as the title of this chapter indicates, this chapter was randomly written. Please don't read it for now! I'll come back tomorrow after I've changed it!
I have to participate in the bank's recruitment exam tomorrow, which is a very important opportunity for me. Originally, I wanted to take a break this week to focus on preparing for the exam, but the editor suddenly gave me a category to promote. I also felt that I'd be letting the readers down if I kept not updating. Thus, I spent this week working, preparing for the exam, and writing the book. Although it was tiring, at least I didn't stop updating.
However, according to Murphy's Law, there will always be some accidents that disgust me. Today, I suddenly received news from the training organization that the scope of this year's exam had changed. The economics exam that I had painstakingly prepared for was no longer tested, but instead, Business English was added. I was anxious and angry. I quickly picked up the Business English that I had thrown away for a few years and looked for some important business words to memorize. I originally wanted to leave some time to write the book, but now that I'm at the end of the crucial chapter, I need more time than usual to finish writing. Right now, I'm impatient and can only squeeze out a few hundred words. Thus, I won't be updating today. Let me cram some books and make up for it after tomorrow's exam.
The following content is to not stop updating during the recommendation period and get thrown into a small dark room by the editor. Everyone, please don't read it for now. Life is very difficult, and you can't gamble everything on this book. Please understand.
New readers who have just entered this book through the recommendation page, I hope you won't be scared away by my chapter. Start reading from the beginning. This book of mine is really worth reading.
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"It's the Soul Stealing Technique!" Seeing Zhang Shouzhi's strange behavior, Mu Zixuan suddenly came to a realization. When Hu Yan, who was beside him, heard this, his face immediately revealed a murderous aura, as if he hated these words to the bone. He could also see that Zhang Shouzhi and Hu Mei Er had been affected by the Soul Stealing Technique just like him, and a portion of their memories had been concealed. However, Hu Mei Er's lost memory was only a fragment, while Zhang Shouzhi, looking at his current reaction, had at least lost his memory after Sima Chengzhen was killed.
"Answer me, what's wrong with master? What are you trying to do! " Zhang Shouzhi was still relentlessly asking questions. Seeing that Mu Zixuan wasn't answering, he stretched out his hand to grab him. However, he had just gone through a series of battles and was heavily injured, so how could he possibly grab Mu Zixuan? Mu Zixuan flipped his hand over, and like a magic trick, he had already grabbed Zhang Shouzhi's wrist.
At this time, Mu Zixuan's brows furrowed again. He poured a wave of energy into Zhang Shouzhi's body, and after it circulated through his body, he said in surprise, "The Yin Core's energy in your body has been extracted!"
Zhang Shouzhi gritted his teeth and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Forget it. It's fine if you don't know." Mu Zixuan sighed and struck Zhang Shouzhi's forehead with his palm. Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Again. Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang His eyelt. Zhang Zhang. Zhang Zhang Once.
"Fine, it's fine if you don't know." Mu Zixuan sighed and sent a palm towards Zhang Shouzhi's head.
Different from the solemnity and grandeur of the Lingxiao Hall, the Scripture Pavilion was just an old pavilion from the outside. The vermillion paint had peeled off, the walls were mottled, and the architectural lines were straight lines that were popular in the Han Dynasty. It seemed simple, straight, heavy, and simple. It was different from Ling Xiao Hall's solemn and imposing atmosphere. The Scripture Pavilion was just an old building. The vermillion paint was peeling and the walls were mottled. The building's lines were straight lines that were popular in the Han Dynasty.
It was like an ancient building that had just been dug out of the ground. It didn't fit in with the surrounding immortal buildings. However, there was a sharp sword intent coming from within. Before the door was pushed open, one felt a chill run down his spine. Ying Feiyang suddenly felt that the Scripture Pavilion was so thick. It wasn't to prevent people from entering and stealing scriptures, but to trap this sword intent.
When the two disciples guarding the pavilion saw the Sect Leader, they saluted and pushed open the heavy wooden door. In an instant, Ying Feiyang felt as if tens of thousands of sword auras were shot out from within. All the hairs on his body stood on end and he took a few steps back.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before disappearing. There was only the musty smell of books. There was no sword aura. The two disciples looked at Ying Feiyang in a daze as if they were looking at a madman. Ying Feiyang smiled and awkwardly entered the Scripture Pavilion.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, he saw rows of bookshelves piled with a vast number of sword manuals: "Breaking Wind and Cutting Cloud Sword", "Proud Cold Sword Technique", "Shooting Sun Sword Technique", "Willow Wind Sword Technique" … Looking at the familiar scrolls, Ying Feiyang finally understood why he felt that way just now.
The Ling Xiao Sword Sect had been established for a thousand years. Every book was the blood, sweat, and tears of predecessors. For a thousand years, every famous disciple of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect had once stood next to this simple bookshelf. With their dedication to the Way of the Sword, they had eagerly studied the essence of the books under the dim candlelight. This was the starting point of their swordsmanship. A thousand years had passed, and the fame of the past had disappeared. The peerless figures had also turned to dust. However, their dedication to the Way of the Sword had not dissipated. Different people at different times, but with the same dedication, it had condensed into an unparalleled sword intent.
Ying Feiyang thought to himself. No wonder there were only two disciples guarding the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion. If anyone wanted to snatch the sword manuals, they would probably be torn to pieces by the sword intent in an instant. There was no need to send someone to guard them.
At this moment, the Clear Mountain Sect Leader said, "The first level contains the entry-level sword techniques of our sect. The sword manuals on this level are not restricted to disciples. Every peak has a copy of them. Since you have studied them before, it seems that you should not miss the first level." The Clear Mountain Sect Leader walked up the stairs and led Ying Feiyang to the second level.
As soon as he entered the second level, Ying Feiyang's eyes lit up. The second level was much wider, but there was not a single book. Instead, there were paintings, statues, flowers, plants, rocks, and even strange objects that should not have appeared in the Scripture Pavilion. For example, the huge water jar next to Ying Feiyang.
There was nothing special about the water jar. It would not be eye-catching in any other house, but it was placed in the Scripture Pavilion. This was puzzling. What was even more strange was that the water in the water jar seemed to be stirred by someone. It kept spinning. Ying Feiyang stared at it for a long time, but there was no sign of it stopping. Ying Feiyang could not hide his curiosity, so he reached out to touch the water.
However, the Clear Mountain Sect Leader grabbed his hand and said, "If the first level is a sword manual with words, then this level is a sword manual without words. The water jar in front of you was left behind by the seventeenth generation sect leader, Wu Zhengzi, when he created the Taiji Winding Sword. When he created the sword, he stirred the water in the jar. After three hundred years, the water in the jar is still spinning. With your comprehension, if you put your hand into the water, you will be able to deepen your understanding of the Taiji Winding Sword and catch up to Sect Leader Wu Zhengzi's realm."
Ying Feiyang retracted his hand and continued, "However, if I put my hand into the water, then it means that I have chosen this sword manual. After that, I will no longer be able to ask for the Taiyi Sutra. Am I right?"
"You're smart," the Clear Mountain Sect Leader nodded and praised.
"If that's the case, then forget it." Ying Feiyang sighed softly and left. He did not want to stay with the water jar any longer. However, the things around him were reflected in his eyes one after another. This piece of calligraphy was written with iron strokes and silver hooks. It was wide and wide, with a vigorous force that penetrated deep into the wood. Hidden within it was a sword that was so powerful that it looked like a clumsy sword. The calligraphy only had a few strokes, but it had already drawn the essence of mountains and rivers. Although the brushwork was light and elegant, it had the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers. This vase of flower arrangement contained pear blossoms, peach blossoms, plum blossoms, and several other flowers from different periods of time in the same porcelain vase. Although the colors of the flowers were complicated, they did not show any color. Instead, they gave off a natural feeling.
Ying Feiyang was like a poor ghost entering a treasure mountain. There were a few times when he almost stopped to take a closer look. He clenched his teeth and decided to close his eyes. He did not want to take another look.
However, the moment he closed his eyes, a sculpture attracted Ying Feiyang's attention. The sculpture was made of white jade and was about the size of a living person. It was a sculpture of a beautiful lady who was brandishing a sword. The person who carved it must have been extremely smooth and agile. Therefore, the lady's hair seemed to be flying and her clothes seemed to be trembling slightly. Although the jade sculpture was an inanimate object, it was as lively as a living person.
However, what really attracted Ying Feiyang was the lady's face. The lady had a pointy face, slender eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curled up with a sad smile. Surprisingly, she looked 50% similar to Xie Lingyan!
The candlelight beside her flickered. The jade lady's eyes changed as if she had come alive in an instant. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and gentleness like water. It seemed like she was deeply affectionate, but there was also a hint of sadness hidden within.
If one were to take a closer look at the technique of the carving and combine it with the spirit of the lady brandishing the sword, one would definitely be able to come up with a set of swords with emotions. However, Qing Yue took a step forward and blocked Ying Feiyang's line of sight. A hint of sadness flashed across his face as he said, "This sculpture is the newest work on this floor. However, the person who carved it was not from our sect and was not famous for his swordsmanship. He could not even be considered as a righteous person. If you look at it for too long, you will definitely be confused and lose control of yourself. It is better for you not to look at it anymore."
The Qing Yue Sect Leader seemed to be sad, but Ying Feiyang could not help but ask, "Sect Leader, may I know who the lady in the jade sculpture is?"
The Qing Yue Sect Leader let out a long sigh and said, "Someone who is already dead. I know that you have doubts in your heart. However, the person in the sculpture has already turned into dust. There is no need for you to mention it. You have already made her sad. "
"That's right." Ying Feiyang thought to herself, 'This sculpture is placed here. Even if ordinary disciples have not seen it, how could Martial Aunt Shang and Martial Uncle Xie not have seen it before? I can see that she is similar to Xie Lingyan, so naturally, they can too. Since they have not mentioned it, it means that they do not want others to delve into the story behind this sculpture. In that case, why should I bother to pry into other people's privacy? '
After thinking this through, she looked at the sculpture's gentle gaze and laughed to herself, 'My Martial Sister, that crazy girl, does not have such a gentle gaze.' After saying this, she did not take another look and followed Qing Yue up to the third floor.
Upon entering the third floor, the interior layout was similar to the first floor. Both were lined up with bookshelves and books were arranged densely. However, the air of mildew on this floor was heavier, and the books inside were covered with a layer of dust. It seemed like they had not been touched for a long time. Looking at the books in detail, they were no longer about swordsmanship. Instead, they were about spells and celestial incantations, yin and yang and the five elements, mechanisms and formations, medicine and divination … There were even collections of Confucian classics and history, Buddhist scriptures and teachings. There was nothing missing.
This floor was filled with miscellaneous knowledge. Ling Xiao Sword School advocated using one sword to break ten thousand techniques. The disciples were all skilled in the sword and did not have the heart to care about anything else. It was no wonder that the books on this floor were rarely touched.
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