< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Home > Fantasy > Ze Tian Ji > Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Words:2083Update:22/06/27 09:26:18

Report

The chilly wind rustled the fallen leaves on the trees, and the forest was quiet.

Tree bark, sawdust, and snowflakes gradually fell.

Only the remnant sword intent lingered in the cold wind for a long time.

It was like the smoke that lingered after the firecrackers quieted down, indicating what exactly had happened.

Seeing that Chen Chang Sheng was about to die, the situation of the battle suddenly changed greatly, even showing signs of reversing.

It was all because of the sword in his hand.

He looked at Shang Xingzhou silently. This did not mean that he was uneasy, but rather confident.

As long as he had the sword in his hand, what was there to fear?

As Su Li's successor, Chen Changsheng's talent in the sword could be considered world-shaking.

Several years ago, armed with these swords, he had defeated powerful enemies in succession, and had even charged into the alley of the Northern Military Department alone, shocking countless onlookers.

Several years later, he learned the Unity Sword Art on Holy Maiden Peak, comprehended the true meaning of the path of the sword at Mount Li, and used his own strength to lay down the sword array of South Stream Temple in White Emperor City. He defeated the Demon Lord and saved the White Emperor. His cultivation in the path of the sword finally reached great success, and he became the publicly acknowledged grandmaster of the sword.

Even though he was still very young, and according to common sense, it was very difficult to associate him with the word 'Master'.

His strongest technique was the Sword of Wind and Rain.

Shang Xingzhou had long since been prepared. From the very start of the battle, he had used the trump card he had hidden for many years to seize all of his swords. In the Garden of Zhou, he had beaten him to the point where he could not retaliate at all.

At this moment, a sword appeared in Chen Chang Sheng's hand.

Even a master of the Sword Dao would not be able to casually wield a sword and go on a rampage.

This sword was obviously not ordinary. At the very least, it could communicate with his mind.

Shang Xingzhou looked down at the sword.

It was unknown how many years the sword had withstood the wind and rain, or how many years it had been hidden in the tree. Originally, it did not have any aura, just like an ordinary iron rod.

If the tree hadn't been broken by Chen Chang Sheng, no one would have noticed its existence.

Today, Chen Chang Sheng pulled it out from the tree hole.

The dust and stains on the surface of the sword had completely disappeared. It was as bright as if it had been washed, and its sharpness was revealed.

It was like a pearl that had been covered in dust for many years, like a phoenix that had not cried for many years, finally releasing its brilliance and shocking the world with a single brilliant feat.

Shang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

The age of this sword was extremely ancient, and it was most likely from the Sword Pool.

However, everyone knew that the famous swords of the previous generation that Chen Changsheng had brought out of the Garden of Zhou were all in the Vault Sheath.

The scabbard was in his sleeve.

So where did this sword come from?

Could it be that Chen Chang Sheng had already predicted that he could control the Vault Sheath, so he played along and prepared beforehand, hiding the sword in the tree, wanting to catch him off guard?

No, from Chen Chang Sheng's reaction, he probably didn't know that there was a sword in the tree.

Judging from the moss on the blade, the sword had been hidden in the tree for at least a few years.

Let alone Chen Changsheng, even if Black Robe and Wang Zhice joined hands, with Xu You Rong on the side using her Fated Star Plate to calculate a hundred times, it would still be impossible for them to guess today's situation several years in advance.

Moreover, if Chen Chang Sheng had predicted his moves beforehand, he would have had a better way to deal with it and wouldn't have been forced into such a situation.

Could it be that this sword did not originate from the Sword Pool of the Garden of Zhou, but had been hidden in a tree by some teacher or student of the Orthodox Academy?

Shang Xingzhou thought that the person who had hidden the sword might have been one of his former followers, and his mood became rather complex.

The sword had been hidden in the tree hole for many years without being discovered, but today, Chen Chang Sheng had taken it out with a stretch of his hand … when Chen Chang Sheng needed a sword the most.

Was this a coincidence? Or was it a so-called lucky chance? Or was this a hint from fate?

… …

… …

The lakeside of the Orthodox Academy and the Hundred Herb Garden on the other side of the wall were both very quiet.

Xu You Rong put down the Tong Bow.

Yuren stood by the stone table, leaning on his cane.

Wang Zhice drew back his finger.

They silently gazed at the scene in the depths of the forest, each with a different expression.

All of this had happened very briefly, but they had roughly understood the truth of the matter.

In the Garden of Zhou, for some reason, Chen Chang Sheng had lost all his swords, so he could only passively take a beating. It was very dangerous.

At the most dangerous moment, Chen Chang Sheng had pulled out a sword from the broken tree and changed the entire situation.

But … why was there a sword in that tree?

Tang Thirty-Six could move, but he did not.

Because Chen Chang Sheng had already escaped from his dangerous situation, and also because his mood was rather strange.

He felt that this matter had something to do with him, but he could not think of the reason.

… …

… …

In Hundred Flowers Lane, the dense clanging of swords could also be heard.

The quarrel caused by Tang Thirty-Six's intrusion into the Orthodox Academy was settled, the confrontation and possible conflict vanishing.

The crowd looked over in shock and nervousness.

Wang Po opened his eyes and looked at the Orthodox Academy. He was somewhat surprised, but also very gratified.

But the Prince of Xiang closed his eyes. In a very short time, he seemed to age several years.

… …

… …

Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Chang Sheng and asked, "You knew there was a sword here?"

Chen Chang Sheng replied, "I didn't."

As he gazed at the sword in his hand, he naturally felt a sense of familiarity, even intimacy.

It was like a schoolmate, a former comrade, or at least a kindred spirit.

Thus, he knew the origin of this sword.

This sword had once been a member of the Sword Pool, had once fought side by side with him.

At that time, the ten thousand swords were like a dragon, and it was a dragon scale.

But it had been many years since they had last met.

So you were here.

And why are you here?

A burst of laughter suddenly came from the lakeside.

"Hahahaha!"

It was a laugh of extraordinary gaiety, of penetrating pain, and, above all, of an obnoxious complacency.

"It's me! In the end, it's still me! "

Tang Thirty-Six repeated, his face brimming with arrogance.

Wang Zhice froze, thinking, what sort of madness has this young man gone mad?

Tang Thirty-Six roared to the entire world.

"I hid this sword here back then!"

Chen Chang Sheng stared blankly, finally recalling this matter of the past. He couldn't help but laugh.

… …

… …

(For more information, please refer to Volume III, Chapter 29, The Story of the Devilish Children and the Sword. To me, these interesting places are one of the main sources of happiness in writing novels. The title of today's chapter naturally reminded me of Chao Xiaoshu, and then I thought of Long Qing, and then I thought of Ning Que, and then I thought of that extraordinary author. The novels I write are all very good. Today is New Year's Eve, and I'm still writing novels. It feels very good. I wish everyone a happy New Year. Drink in moderation, take care of your health, and the happiness of your entire family. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the annual vacation. I will return to meet everyone on the eleventh. I will strive to write this paragraph as quickly and powerfully as possible.) (To be continued …)

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.