Chapter 23: Three Years Passed in the Blink of an Eye
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Three swords moved in succession like flowing clouds and running water, with movements smooth to the extreme.
Ling Qingyan gazed at the Yōmei long sword in his hand, and a hint of a smile appeared on his slightly immature face. In his heart, he had also gained a thorough understanding of the first two forms of the Tiān Jiàn Nine Forms. "As long as I can completely grasp the trajectory of the surrounding air being affected by external objects, even without wind, I can still wield the most perfect sword."
Seeing Ling Qingyan master "Jian Qi Shi" and "Shou Jian Shi" in just half a time, Hou Jin standing beside him couldn't help but nod secretly. Such swordsmanship talent, looking at the entire Tianjian Sect, perhaps only Shibo who is the Sword Elder can rival him.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Hou Jin was stunned, a pair of eyes staring tightly at the Yumeng Longjian in Ling Qingyan's hand. Close by, Hou Jin could clearly see a faint blood-red glow pulsating around the black blade of the Yumeng Longjian, "What, what is this?"
At this moment, a suffocating and brutal aura could be clearly felt from the dark long sword wielded by Ling Qingyan, along with a bloody atmosphere. If it weren't for the fact that Hou Jin's temperament had undergone a drastic change over the years, becoming extremely cold, which also made him extremely sensitive to some things, he wouldn't have been able to feel the aura of blood slaughter emanating from Ling Qingyan's dark long sword.
Whoosh!
At the moment when Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness merged into the Yōmei Long Sword, the Yōmei Long Sword swung out with a "starting sword style". At the moment when the sword was swung out of his hand, Ling Qingyan faintly felt a familiar violent aura suddenly extending along the spiritual consciousness to the Yōmei Long Sword in his hand. This violent aura was fine, but Ling Qingyan could feel it clearly.
"The 'Blood Evil' of the Blood Python Totem," Ling Qingyan's heart moved slightly, and the sword that had been swung out was already withdrawn back into the "Sword Retrieval Style". Feeling the subtle Blood Evil aura flowing on the Ghostly Sword, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of Ling Qingyan's mouth. "Big Brother said it was true! I didn't expect that just by using the 'Sword Initiation Style' and 'Sword Retrieval Style', my spiritual awareness would already be somewhat in harmony with the Blood Evil aura. This feeling is exceptionally clear."
The practice of the Tianjian Nine Forms was originally to further merge the spiritual consciousness and the blood evil python's blood evil energy. At this time, seeing that the Tianjian Nine Forms could indeed accelerate the fusion speed of the spiritual consciousness and the blood evil energy, Ling Qingyan's mood was also very good.
………
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Inside the inner gate, second-generation disciples in the courtyard outside, vast lawn, sword shadows crisscrossing, human shadows moving.
Since that day, Hou Jin guided Ling Qingwan to fully master the first two styles of Tianjian Nine Forms. Starting from the next day, every morning, the two would tacitly come here, with Hou Jin continuing to guide Ling Qingwan in his practice of Tianjian Nine Forms. It was unclear whether it was Hou Jin's own intention or if he had received instructions from his master, but he was extremely dedicated to teaching Ling Qingwan the Tianjian Nine Forms.
Hou Jin's self-cultivation of the Tianjian Nine Forms had not yet reached the Great Completion realm, but he had already cultivated up to the eighth form. He only lacked a catalyst to fully grasp the eighth form, and the Tianjian Nine Forms could be considered to have achieved minor completion. Hou Jin's level was more than enough to instruct Ling Qingyan at this time.
Spring goes and autumn comes, time slips away like water from between our fingers.
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed. In these three years, almost every morning, you can see the figures of Hou Jin and Ling Qingyan on the lawn outside the courtyard where the second-generation disciples of the Tianjian Sect are located. Sometimes, there is also a slender figure, which is Liu Yanran.
For three years, Ling Qingyan also listened to the words of his elder brother Tuoba Xiū, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to practicing the Tianjian Jiushi, never again cultivating his true strength, always maintaining his perseverance, and when practicing the Tianjian Jiushi, he never divided his attention.
These three years were also the three years of Ling Qingyan's greatest transformation. In the morning, he was guided by Hou Jin to practice the Tianjian Nine Forms; in the afternoon, Ling Qingyan would practice alone what he had learned in the morning; as for the evening, he would read various classics from the Tianjian Sect's library. As a result, Ling Qingyan gained a great understanding of some things on the Chongwu Continent. Although he was still not comparable to some old scholars on the Chongwu Continent, relying on his own ability to memorize without forgetting, Ling Qingyan dared say that he was not much worse than those so-called old scholars.
The fusion of spiritual consciousness and blood evil energy, after three years, Ling Qingyan's feeling about it has also become increasingly clear. Even now, Ling Qingyan can already subtly manipulate some blood evil energy while mobilizing his spiritual consciousness. However, those blood evil energies don't know why they can only be infused into the Youming Long Sword, and cannot extend to various parts of the body at all. Apparently, Ling Qingyan still hasn't forgotten that scene when his own blood evil energy was forcibly entwined around him outside Moyun City back then.
Three years later today, Ling Qingyan can vaguely determine that his spiritual consciousness has merged with the blood evil energy of the Mantra Blood Python Totem by about 70%.
As for Ling Qingyan's true strength cultivation, due to not having cultivated for three years, it still remains at the initial stage of the Blue Rank. However, for some unknown reason, Ling Qingyan vaguely felt that his true strength had recently shown signs of breaking into the middle stage of the Blue Rank, which was almost unthinkable, yet indeed so.
………
The gentle breeze in the early morning is still so soft and mild.
In the courtyard outside the lawn, three figures stood in a triangle. Among the three people, except for Hou Jin who still maintained his appearance three years ago, Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran's images had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Ling Qingyan, now completely shed the childishness of three years ago, stood there like a javelin. He has already reached 1.8 meters in height. His black long hair was tied up with a red rope and hung behind him. The delicate face no longer had the childishness of three years ago, and the facial features had undergone some subtle changes, making him look much more mature. Although it's been three years, Ling Qingyan still seems to prefer wearing purple clothes, and at this moment, he was wearing a purple long gown.
People say that girls change at eighteen, and this sentence is not wrong when it comes to Liu Yanran. Nowadays, Liu Yanran has shed the childishness of three years ago, and as a whole, she looks more mature, with her curvaceous figure showing a dramatic change from the greenness of three years ago. However, on Liu Yanran's beautiful face, which hasn't changed much, there is still the same sly smile as three years ago.
"Senior brother, don't let Qing Yan's younger brother surpass you. At present, his grasp of the eighth move of the Tianjian Nine Forms, 'No Sword Form', is not much inferior to yours."
Liu Yanran looked at Hou Jin, who had undergone significant changes over the past three years, and teased him with a smile. If she were facing the Hou Jin of three years ago, she would never have dared to tease him like this, but over the past three years, under the influence of Ling Qingyan, Hou Jin was no longer as aloof as he used to be.
"Sister, where did you learn to tease your older brother like this..."
Looking at his junior sister who was already slender and elegant in front of him, he said helplessly. In the past three years, Ling Qingyan had repeatedly used her words to comfort him, which made his cold heart melt continuously. However, until today, he only showed this face when facing Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran; in front of other disciples, he was still aloof.
PS: Today is a bit empty, so I'll post another chapter.
