Chapter 14 The Dragon Sparrow Knife

That was the Spring Autumn Dragon Sparrow Saber...

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

That saber seemed to be on the verge of appearing in the world.

Or, it wasn't just that saber, but other Celestial Human Divine Weapons were also about to emerge.

The fortunes of the world rose and fell, with both troughs and crests. Throughout history, exceptional figures often emerged in droves at a certain time, but after that period, talent would dwindle again.

Seven hundred years had passed, and it seemed that the great fortune was flourishing again, and the Celestial Human Divine Weapons were about to appear.

With the increasing growth of his 'Spirit', he could already sense the great fortune in the dark.

Unfortunately, even knowing that Sun En should be the master of the Dragon Sparrow Saber, he couldn't pinpoint the saber's location.

But he wasn't surprised. Divine weapons concealed themselves. Throughout history, there were countless people who sought Celestial Human Divine Weapons, and every dynasty had its share, but very few could actually find them.

And even if one was lucky enough to encounter one and obtain it, it was impossible to make the divine weapon recognize its master.

Throughout the ages, the weapon masters were all chosen by the divine weapons.

"Dao... Daoist grandpa."

Sun En, who was peeking from behind the corner, was startled and walked out, clutching the corner of his clothes.

These past few months, although he was still not very cheerful, he was no longer the bitter and resentful person he once was.

"Little Sun En, long time no see."

A rare smile appeared on Yun Dongliu's face.

"Uncle Yun."

Sun En clasped his fists in a manner that resembled an adult.

"Good boy."

Yun Dongliu patted his head.

"Daoist grandpa, I want to go to Central Province to pay respects to my master. In a few months, it will be the anniversary of my master's death..."

Sun En looked at An Qisheng.

He already knew that the demon who destroyed the Dragon Sparrow Sect had been killed, and it was An Qisheng who had avenged him.

'Is this the traction in the dark? It's a bit interesting...'

The thought flashed through his mind, and An Qisheng looked at Yun Dongliu, smiling slightly:

"Great Hero Yun, would you be willing to take a trip to Central Province?"

Yun Dongliu lovingly stroked Sun En's small face and nodded:

"Of course, there's no problem."

"Thank you, Uncle Yun."

Sun En was grateful in his heart.

"Bring the other little devil outside the door along the way."

Just as the two were about to go out, they suddenly heard An Qisheng speak.

Liu Ming, who had a訕笑 on his face, also walked out from the corner, scratching the stubble on the back of his head: "Daoist, Great Hero Yun..."

Yun Dongliu smiled wryly.

Taking two little guys with him, this trip back and forth would probably take half a year.

"This time I leave, I'm afraid it will be a long time before I return..."

Watching the backs of the few people, An Qisheng's eyes drooped.

Sun En was the master of the Dragon Sparrow Saber. Once he descended the mountain, under the induction of his Qi, perhaps the Dragon Sparrow Saber would appear.

With a thought, he slowly closed his eyes. In his field of vision, countless spiritual imprints shone like stars in the night sky.

Once upon a time, he couldn't bear more than a hundred spiritual imprints, but now, how many were emerging, thousands, tens of thousands?

From Maple Province to Azure Province, Liang Province, and Central Province, all the experts he had seen were among them.

There were those who only understood the bones and skin, not yet reaching the internal organs, and there were those who had completed the Blood Exchange, with condensed True Qi. There were those with Qi channels large and small, from famous sects, and there were also heretical demon sects, and more than ten Divine Meridian Grandmasters.

Entering dreams was itself a form of cultivation.

One imprint was a person's entire life experience, the convergence of various thoughts.

Regardless of whether the person's martial arts were high or low, whether they had unique skills, entering dreams to experience them would help the growth of 'Spirit'.

In the past month, besides guiding a few little guys in martial arts, he spent most of his time entering dreams, digesting what he had gained.

Sorting out the martial arts he had learned.

This was an extremely long process, and even he couldn't achieve it overnight.

But he wasn't eager to achieve quick results, but enjoyed the process.

Just like he was standing in front of the Divine Meridian, ready to step over at any time, but still unhurried.

Just as the heaven and earth flowed, the sun and moon changed, not hastily or slowly, but unchangeable.

The slower the accumulation, the more unstoppable it became.

Buzz~

As his mind moved, dozens of imprints shone brightly.

Countless lights and shadows flowed in his heart like ripples.

Dragon Subduing Palm, Great Sun Divine Qi, Heavenly Demon Seven Kill Saber, Scarlet Dragon Saber, Undefeated Heavenly Qi, White Lotus Heart Sutra, War Demon Heart Sutra...

One peerless martial art after another flickered above those many lights and shadows, and the performers were all those who had cultivated those peerless martial arts to great accomplishment!

It was as if many experts were imparting their respective experiences!

Even, in an instant, he could also comprehend all the subtle insights they had from the beginning of their martial arts to the peak!

Throughout the ages, there had been no shortage of martial arts geniuses in Jiu Fu Realm who could learn and master things quickly.

But compared to An Qisheng's efficiency at this time, it was not worth mentioning.

No matter how difficult it was to copy martial arts, he could cultivate them to great accomplishment in the blink of an eye, even eliminating the dross and bringing forth the new!

However, when martial arts reached his level, they could no longer be improved by divine skills and secret manuals. He learned hundreds of martial arts, and more to comprehend the essence and sort out his own martial arts system.

The power of a truly powerful martial art lies not in the changes of moves, but in the divine meaning within it.

Truly powerful martial arts can even change a person's spirit and will.

Only by truly cultivating a martial art to have spirituality can one communicate with the heaven and earth with True Qi and influence the spiritual Qi of the heaven and earth. Divine Meridian practitioners use their own Qi channels as the source and True Qi as the touch to be able to attract the spiritual Qi of the heaven and earth.

And the reason why True Qi can influence the heaven and earth is because their own will has been imprinted in their physique and True Qi.

What influences the heaven and earth is not True Qi, but 'Spirit'!

Divine Meridian refers to Qi channels with Spirit, and True Qi with Spirit.

A Divine Meridian martial art must also have 'Spirit'.

Therefore, An Qisheng was not simply cultivating many martial arts, but using his own spiritual martial arts to confront the divine meaning in countless martial arts, so as to temper his own martial path.

At this time, the many lights and shadows flickered, as if one expert after another was using their best martial arts to engage in collisions with him.

Under this kind of collision, the flaws in his martial arts, the places that were not perfect, would be infinitely magnified, and then he would absorb the essence of many martial arts to make up for the flaws.

There was no perfect and undefeated martial art in the world, and his martial arts naturally had flaws.

Under such a collision, he naturally gained a lot.

And whenever he gained something, he would enter his own dream and choose the day when Wang Quan Dao was founded to fight against Pang Wanyang, who had borrowed a body, to verify it.

As the number one martial artist in this world, Pang Wanyang, although not his true body, was also the best target for discussing martial arts.

In the past month, he had fought Pang Wanyang hundreds of times, and each time he gained something.

Gradually, An Qisheng's understanding of martial arts became more and more thorough, and his own martial arts foundation became more and more profound.

.......

Time passed like water, and the sun and moon changed on the summit of Wangquan Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

In the past six months, as the news of Wangquan Dao's founding spread, more and more people came to seek apprenticeship.

Many Jianghu heroes and wealthy merchants brought their children, wanting to send their disciples to Wangquan Dao, preferably directly under An Qisheng's tutelage.

As for An Qisheng's former name of Blood Demon, it seemed that no one cared anymore.

Unfortunately, even though Wangquan Dao had been founded for half a year, not a single person had truly entered the sect.

This disappointed many Jianghu people who brought their children.

Logically speaking, after establishing a sect, one should widely recruit disciples. Wangquan Dao's actions were incomprehensible to many martial artists.

On this day, there were still people coming and going under Wangquan Mountain, some going up the mountain, some going down the mountain, and many stopping in front of the Sword Unbinding Stone, wanting to understand the mystery of this Sword Unbinding Stone.

In the past half year, as someone insisted on going up the mountain with a sword, and blood was spilled under the mountain, the matter of this Sword Unbinding Stone containing a powerful martial art was naturally known.

Unfortunately, in the past half year, no less than a thousand people had come and gone in front of the Sword Unbinding Stone, but no one had been able to comprehend martial arts from it.

But there were always people who felt that they were special, and what others couldn't do, they might be able to do.

For example, an old man and a young man who were standing in front of the stone tablet at this time.

In the eyes of the people coming and going, they were such people.

The young man looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a handsome and fair face, which made people feel good at first sight, but the old man was burly, with a head of white hair scattered, like a burly lion.

Such an old man and a young man naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"This old man and young man have an extraordinary bearing, I wonder what kind of sacred existence they are?"

"There are too many experts in the world, how can anyone know all of them? They came to seek apprenticeship, probably loose cultivators."

"Unfortunately, Wangquan Dao doesn't seem to have the intention of widely recruiting disciples, I'm afraid this person won't see Daoist Wangquan..."

Several people nearby were talking, some guessing the identity of the old man, and some watching the show.

The old man and the young man seemed not to have heard the discussions of other people, but just looked at the stone tablet in a daze.

After a long time, they only heard the old man sigh:

"Such martial arts, it's really amazing."

"Grand Uncle, did you see anything?"

The young man asked curiously.

The old man did not answer, but asked:

"Kaiyu, what insights do you have when you look at the three characters on this stone tablet?"

"The characters are very beautiful..."

The young man named Kaiyu said without thinking:

"The strokes are like iron and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, and the writing style is strange. I have never seen such a font. Without mentioning anything else, few people in the world can write these three characters. Daoist Wangquan's calligraphy must be very good, very good."

The old man smiled: "That's right."

"What about Grand Uncle?"

The young man asked again.

"I saw a dark red guillotine..."

The old man's eyes were deep.

"Guillotine?"

The young man was stunned, and the other people who heard this were also stunned.

They looked at the stone tablet again, wondering how the old man saw the guillotine.

"Let's go see Daoist Wangquan."

The old man ignored the others, walked past the Sword Unbinding Stone, and went up the steps.

The young man also followed.

The others were thinking about his words, and turned their heads to look, but they were shocked to see that the old man and the young man had disappeared on the mountain road in such a short time!

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, the old man's heart moved, and he raised his eyebrows to look.

He saw dark clouds suddenly rising in the sky, rippling like ink, covering the entire Wangquan Mountain in an instant!

"This is... the Yin Spirit leaving the body?"