Chapter 408

Shang Jiuming had experienced the destruction of the Suppressing Demon and Awakening God sword art, and the decline of the sect. He had an almost abnormal desire to revive the sect. For so many years, he had been running around to curry favor with the big sects in the martial arts world. In order to get a place, he had suffered a lot of hardships and wasted a lot of time. As a result, he only had five or six disciples and only one child, Shang Lingxi. He was weak and could not be called a sect.

Now, he suddenly got the Celestial Sword Puppet, one of the four great books, which was closely related to the inheritance of the sect. Shang Jiuming suddenly felt like he was in a dream. He was ecstatic and full of ambition. All kinds of emotions filled his heart, making him feel like he had returned to his youth, high-spirited and impassioned.

This was what he felt before. Reality was like a dream. But at this moment, he had a strange realization that he was in a dream and saw the figure in white standing proudly with a sword. However, it was somewhat lifelike, like a dream and reality.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the figure in white turned around and revealed a handsome face. The long sword in his hand let out a dragon's roar and broke free from the sheath.

A white light lit up, like lightning lighting up the sky. It was incredibly fast. Shang Jiuming only felt the Ocean of Qi in his Dantian was surging and a stream of vital energy was separated. It went through three passes and seven apertures. It was condensed and pure.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Several sword auras shot out from his fingertips like lightning.

This … Before he could figure out what was going on, the swordsman in white bent his long sword. The sword light was misty and hard to grasp. Shang Jiuming's vital energy once again surged out from his Ocean of Qi and went through the corresponding aperture points.

One sword after another, Shang Jiuming used the Awakening God swordsmanship that he was familiar with. It was all-encompassing and inclusive. It seemed to be the embodiment of the essence of all the swordsmanship in the world, making Shang Jiuming's corresponding aperture points throb and vital energy wander.

After a long time, with a light clang, the sword of the handsome and masculine swordsman returned to the sheath, making Shang Jiuming's Ocean of Qi agitated. He felt all kinds of sword auras returned through the aperture points and surged as if he had been cultivating for a whole night.

The swordsman in white glanced at Shang Jiuming coldly. His body gradually became illusory and returned to the mist in the dream.

Shang Jiuming opened his eyes naturally and sat up. He suddenly looked at the Celestial Sword Puppet beside his pillow. His eyes were half confused and half shocked.

The puppet had a funny smile and its body was deeply scarred by the sword art. It lay quietly without any abnormality.

But when he thought about it carefully, what he saw in his dream was still vivid in his mind. He really saw the swordsman in white and learned the secrets of the Awakening Celestial Swordsmanship.

It seemed more mysterious and suitable for him than the Sword Emperor's Sword art.

Shang Jiuming got up and paced. Joy, excitement, doubt, and fear coexisted at the same time.

Inside the Celestial Sword Puppet, Meng Qi had spent a lot of energy to complete this task. He was quite tired at the moment, but he was in a good mood.

Didn't you want to cultivate the Sword Emperor's sword art because you wanted to have a corresponding method to circulate your True Qi?

I will create a powerful inner force that is suitable for the Awakening Celestial Swordsmanship for you!

It was not only the Celestial Sword Puppet with two sword arts, but also the powerful sword will of the Awakening Celestial Sword!

After a long time, Mengqi recovered his tiredness and senses of the outside world. He found himself on the table and Shang Jiuming brought a bowl of rice with three incense sticks in it to him.

The smoke curled up and went straight to Mengqi. Shang Jiuming solemnly bowed three times and said in a low voice,

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Every injustice has its source, and every debt has its debtor. You can look for whoever you need to …"

They were treating him like an evil spirit with an unquenchable obsession!

Mengqi was stunned and could only sigh at Shang Jiuming's stubbornness. He did not even have the most basic imagination!

So it was good to read more novels. At least he would be more knowledgeable. Other than evil ghost, he could also associate the sword will of the Awakening Celestial Sword, the old grandpa with him, and the puppet being psychic after hundreds of years of blood sacrifice.

If only it was Xu Cheng who got the Celestial Sword Puppet. Young people had rich imagination and were easy to deceive, no, communicate with!

After offering incense, Shang Jiuming took out a jewelry box inlaid with gold and jade and put the Celestial Sword Puppet in it. There were messy but useless talismans on it.

The Celestial Sword Puppet was one of the most valuable things in the world. Shang Jiuming would not feel at ease if he did not keep it close to him. But it was tainted with evil spirit and its obsession was hard to get rid of. He had to isolate it, so he could only make this choice.

The surroundings became dark. Mengqi could only use a little of his divine sense and could not penetrate the thick metal. He was speechless for a while.

As a puppet, life was actually so difficult!

…

Shang Jiuming led his daughter and disciple on the road back to the mountain. He did not rush along the way and pretended to be normal to avoid suspicion.

The fights and killings caused by the Celestial Sword Puppet were too numerous to count. It could make most of the martial artists jealous. No matter how cautious they were.

At noon, Shang Jiuming and the others arrived at the riverside and were looking for a boat to ferry. Suddenly, a small boat sailed out from the dark. A middle-aged man in a squire's uniform stood at the bow. His cheeks drooped down and he was fat. But his eyes were sharp, just like the three-foot sword in his hand.

The sun shone on his sword and reflected a bright golden light. It was so bright that Shang Lingxi, Xu Cheng and the others could not open their eyes.

"It's you …" Shang Jiuming's voice became low, full of vigilance and caution.

He ended his journey and chose to return to the mountain because he found traces of this person. Qiu Ye, the head of the God-suppressing Sect!

Yue Jiang Sect, where Shang Jiuming was in, started from the ancestors of the Shang family. Because of the lack of manpower, they chose to pass on the sect's legacy halfway. More than twenty years ago, the declining Yue Jiang Sect was torn apart under the covetous eyes of the outside world. Several disciples each took a rubbing of the sword art and disappeared from the martial world. They either sought refuge with the strong and offered the sword art, or changed their appearance and established their own sect. Qiu Ye was one of them.

Qiu Ye laughed and said, "You still don't know etiquette at this age? You don't even know how to call me Uncle Master? "

"Yue Jiang Sect doesn't have a deceiving disciple like you!" Shang Jiuming's reverse scale was poked. His tone became stern. He raised his left hand and signaled Xu Cheng, Shang Lingxi and the others to step back.

If he could not defeat them, he hoped that they could escape.

Qiu Ye had opened his Seven Apertures and formed his Inner World more than twenty years ago. Now even if he was getting older and his physical strength was declining, his genuine Qi would be perfected and at least he still retained the combat power of the past!

Qiu Ye's eyes had always been cold. At this moment, he put on a fake smile and said, "The Shang family is the head of the sect and they have hidden many swordsmanship. We are not satisfied, so we seek justice."

"Nephew Jiuming, I remember that your father took away the biggest rubbing. If you hand it over, Uncle Master can still let you live."

"Draw your sword, take it from my dead body." Shang Jiuming answered concisely.

"Master!" Xu Cheng shouted and tried to stop him. In his opinion, since they had already obtained the Celestial Sword Puppet, the rubbing had lost its importance and could be handed over.

Shang Jiuming glanced at him and said, "Qiu Ye's original name is Qiu Shenglou. He is sinister and cunning. If you expect him to keep his promise, you might as well hope for the revival of the ancestors."

"You are courting death. Don't blame me!" Qiu Ye's body suddenly moved. The long sword in his hand lost its light and no one knew where it was hidden.

When it came close, the sword light suddenly lit up. It was misty and hazy, like a fragrance in the wind. It was colorless and invisible, but when it was smelled, it had already penetrated into the heart.

Shang Lingxi and the others were dumbfounded. It turned out that the "Fragrance in the Wind" that they had worked so hard to master was so powerful once they mastered it!

Maybe it was because they had lost the corresponding rubbing that they could not master this move?

At this moment, Shang Jiuming felt very strange. If it was before, facing such a sword, it would be very difficult for him to resist and he would be in a passive position. But now, there were no more secrets in this sword. He even seemed to know how Qiu Ye should evolve and deal with it. It was like he was familiar with all kinds of changes of the Awakening Celestial Swordsmanship and touched the essence of the swordsmanship.

Unknowingly, I have such a thorough understanding of the Awakening Celestial Swordsmanship? Shang Jiuming suddenly thought of something. The long sword suddenly pierced out, pointing at the empty space on the left. At the same time, his body moved with the sword and slightly curled up.

Poof!

The two long swords stopped. The tip of one sword hung on his shoulder, missing by a few centimeters, while the other sword pierced into his throat. Blood flowed out.

Qiu Ye's eyes were full of shock and fear. He made a dying sound as if he was asking Shang Jiuming, "How did you do it?" "How did you do it?"

"Did you gather the rubbing of other swordsmanship?"

"This is the real Awakening Celestial Swordsmanship." Shang Jiuming first felt that it was unimaginable, but then he was overjoyed. This was the real face of the supreme swordsmanship!

If he could completely master it, he would definitely become the top figure in the Jianghu!

And the swordsmanship performed by the white figure in the dream was not fabricated. It seemed that it was not an evil ghost, but the remnant of the strong will of the Awakening Celestial Sword.

He could go through reincarnation with the Living Buddha, whose spirit had been accumulated for generations, and win, which showed that he was good at this aspect. It was not impossible to have the remnant will!

Qiu Ye softly fell to the ground, and his eyes were frozen with confusion. After Shang Jiuming found the rubbing, he threw him into the river.

…

At night, Shang Jiuming took out the Celestial Sword Puppet, placed it on the table, and worshipped it again.

But this time, he kowtowed three times and nine times, as if he was meeting the ancestors of the past!

"Senior Awakening Celestial Sword, disciple Shang Jiuming will definitely carry on your legacy."

At this moment, Mengqi's Divine Sense suddenly throbbed, and he noticed the subtle changes in this world.

Just like the practice of Sambhogakaya, whatever he did to this world, and whatever impact he caused, there would be corresponding "returns". But the practice of Sambhogakaya, with the help of this feedback, realized the truth, and the closer his behavior was to a certain law, and the stronger his supernatural power was, he would be able to experience this subtle change, and understand the characteristics of the projection of the original body in this world. He would adjust it little by little, and finally get the real "projection".

As for the projection, different universes had their own special characteristics, just like looking into a mirror. The same person would be reflected in the front, back, left, and right mirrors, so it was necessary to find the corresponding characteristics of the projection, and this was an important step to leave a mark.

Mengqi's Divine Sense turned into the Dao Yi Glaze Lamp, and illuminated the karma lines. He connected it to the original body, and at the same time, he felt the feedback of heaven and earth to himself, compared the two, and made slight adjustments.

After an unknown period of time, he finished this change, withdrew his mind, and had a preliminary idea on how to leave a mark.

"This world has my legend left behind, so the understanding of the Awakening Celestial Sword exists in the minds of many people, forming an image of the Awakening Celestial Sword that belongs to this world, which is equivalent to a virtual additional self. What I need to do now is to adjust this understanding, and make it match the characteristics of the projection. When the characteristics match, it will resonate, and maybe I can leave a mark!"