My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Early the next morning, Jing Yue had his first class in the academy.

He took the Little Canglan Sword and walked all the way to the dojo.There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the dojo, engraved with the four characters XingXiu Sword Dao.

At this time, there were already forty or fifty disciples in the dojo, and Jing Yue calculated that there would be sixty or seventy in the end.

When those disciples saw Jing Yue, they were silent for a while, with strange expressions on their faces.Although there is no seniority among the classmates in Jiutian Academy, everyone knows that he is the ancestor of the Hanyun Sect—a person they can only look up to outside Jiutian Academy, so they are a little uncertain about how to approach him, for fear of offending over him.

"Hello everyone."

Jing Yue was the first to say hello, and found an empty futon to sit down on.

"Hi, Jing, classmate Jing." The disciples replied cautiously.

"Pfft..." Jing Yue knew their scruples, and said, "Don't be so cautious, since we are classmates, please call me Ajing."

Suddenly, a clear and sweet bell rang out from the academy, and immediately, a dark blue figure approached with a sword.

The dojo was immediately quiet, and all the disciples quickly sat down.

Jing Yue noticed that many people's eyes were burning, and there seemed to be a ball of fire in their eyes, burning wildly towards Qin Yanzhi in front of him, which made him feel a chill.

He looked up again, but met Qin Yanzhi's eyes, Jing Yue smiled at him, Qin Yanzhi nodded slightly and then looked away, saying: "I am Qin Yanzhi, Master Yan has returned to the sect for something, During this time, I will replace him as your kendo instructor."

Although all the disciples had already inquired about it, they couldn't hide their excitement after being confirmed by Qin Yanzhi.

Qin Yanzhi: "I don't care where you are from or what your status is. When I teach, you can't disagree. Whatever I ask you, you do. If you don't want to, or your attitude is perfunctory, then you don't have to come again."

"Yes!"

The disciples straightened their backs with solemn expressions.

Qin Yanzhi took a special look at Jing Yue, and saw that he was listening to him very seriously, his eyes were as clear as a spring, and he did not have the airs of an ancestor at all, so he nodded secretly in his heart.

"I know that your swordsmanship talents are not bad, but now, I need you to forget everything you have learned before."

After finishing speaking, Qin Yan waved her sleeve and robe.

Jing Yue felt the world spinning for a while, his eyes became pitch black, and there was no aura around him, and then there was constant shock, he knew that he was involved in the universe in his sleeves.

"..."

It seemed that only a moment later, he was thrown out again, and almost fell to the ground by accident.

Jing Yue stabilized his body, saw many people get up from the ground, there was no trace of resentment in their eyes, but a sense of glory that "I've entered Qin Zhenjun's sleeve", I have to say that I was a little suffocated.

He saw a wooden building behind Qin Yanzhi, and above the main entrance of the building was a plaque with the words "Zangjian Pavilion" written on it.It turned out that they had arrived at the Cangjian Pavilion of Jiutian Academy.

Qin Yan stood with her hands behind her back and said solemnly: "Today's first lesson is to learn how to sword."

All the disciples, including Jing Yue, were taken aback, knowing sword?What's the meaning?They don't even know how to use swords?

Although there were many doubts in everyone's mind, no one raised any doubts because Qin Yanzhi had spoken first.

Qin Yanzhi: "There are more than billions of swords in the world? It is difficult to know all the swords even in the period of transcending the catastrophe, but it is not enough to talk about swords without knowing swords. I don't ask you to know every kind of sword in the world, but the sword hidden in the academy They are all representative, and we will talk about the next step when you can recognize every sword in the Jiange, including their names, sizes, materials, origins, matching skills, etc.."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Many wanted to ask questions, but they were held back by Qin Yanzhi's intimidation.

Jing Yue was not afraid, Qin Yanzhi only said that he could not have objections, but he didn't say that he could not ask questions, so he said, "Qin Zhenjun, how many swords are there in the Book Pavilion?"

"Thirty-four thousand seven hundred and fifty-six."

All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, the number is very small, people in the foundation building stage can almost have a photographic memory, more than 3 swords, and they are all memorized in one day.

But Jing Yue didn't think this matter was so simple, maybe it was his illusion, he felt that Qin Yanzhi smiled very shallowly when he answered, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't see anything.

"I'll give you one year. This year's kendo assessment is to know the sword. Remember, you can only know it, not try it."

Qin Yanzhi waved his sleeve again, and everyone felt a strong push, and many people staggered and fell into the sword pavilion.

"boom--"

The sound of the heavy wooden door closing could be heard in his ears, and Jing Yue fell into darkness again.

Even though the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage could have night vision, they still lit the candlesticks neatly arranged on both sides of the Jiange Pavilion.

Rows of wooden frames extend to the end of the lights, and you can't see the end at a glance.Each wooden frame is nine stories high, and a sword box is placed on each floor, and there is naturally a sword in the box.

The sword aura in the pavilion is so strong that it makes people feel quite stressed. Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, but you don't make a sound.

After a while, someone randomly took a sword from a nearby shelf, observed it and said: "There is nothing on this sword?" He groped for the sword case carefully, "There is nothing on the sword case, so how do I know its name? Not to mention the origin? As for the skills, how can I guess without letting me try the sword? Only the material and size can be deduced."

"Yes, I don't have it on this sword either."

"Neither mine!"

Everyone was at a loss, and someone said: "How do you know the sword? No wonder you gave us a year. Isn't this embarrassing?"

"The door is not locked, if you feel embarrassed, get out!"

Jing Yue saw that the person who was choking seemed to be a disciple of Wanming Jianzong, and the other fellow disciples of that person also had a bad look on their faces.They had natural trust and admiration for Qin Yanzhi, even if Qin Zhenjun asked them to die, they would not frown.Therefore, when they heard someone questioning Qin Yanzhi, they were instinctively angry.

"What are you talking about? Come and admit it if you have the ability!"

"Although I don't know how to do it, I know Qin Zhenjun will never target aimlessly, let alone embarrass you in a boring way!"

"That's right, you are worthy?" Several other disciples of Wanming Sword Sect angrily echoed.

Seeing that the atmosphere was going to be bad, Jing Yue hurriedly stopped him and said, "If it was just a simple recitation, I don't think Qin Zhenjun would have spent so much trouble and gave us a one-year period. Since he made the request, there must be other ways to do it." Knowing the sword, if we first find a sword to study, it is better than thinking about it here."

The few people arguing were still dissatisfied, but because of Jing Yue's face, they all calmed down and dispersed.

Jing Yue walked to a wooden frame and took out the long sword from the sword box on the first floor.

The sword is black and blue, and the blade has an uneven pattern, but at the end of the pattern, a little red appears abruptly, like a drop of blood.This sword is about fifteen inches long and one and a half inches wide. The blade is heavy and extremely sharp.Jing Yue touched it lightly, guessing that the refining material should be tin and copper, but the rest of the properties are unknown.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that some cultivators from Jianzong were sitting cross-legged holding their swords, closing their eyes as if they were meditating. Jing Yue knew that this was a way to communicate with the sword, so he followed suit.

Soon, he felt a mysterious connection with the sword, as if he could hear the sound of the sword, but in a blink of an eye, the sound of the sword turned into the sound of howling wind.

In the vast desert, a man walked slowly. He looked about forty years old, and his face was full of weather marks.He carried a long sword on his back, and his figure looked a little distorted under the heat wave.

Behind him was a string of long footprints, and in front of him were a dozen masked men holding weapons.

The man drew out his long sword, the blade was black and blue, and it brought a little coolness under the scorching sun.

This sword is a sword that kills, and today, it will drink blood again.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and blood splattered everywhere.

When the world returns to tranquility, corpses are scattered all over the desert.

The man knelt on one knee, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and no part of his body was intact.

"Junior Sister, look, they are all dead."

There is no one around, and I don't know who he is talking to?

The blood spread and invaded the desert little by little. Wherever it passed, the yellow sand turned into blue stone slabs.

There was only a loud bang, and the door with the Liu Mansion plaque was torn apart.

He was still the same man just now, but much younger.

He rushed into the room and came to a young woman in pink.With a dagger stuck in the young woman's abdomen, she fell in a pool of blood. The man gently helped her up and said in a trembling voice: "Junior Sister..."

The young woman struggled to open her eyes, her lips moved slightly, "Master...brother...come..."

Then, there was no more breath.

"Junior Sister!!!" The man raised his head to the sky and screamed, with hatred bursting out from his eyes.

There was a scarlet red in the eyes, and the red turned into red silk and red clothes and red lanterns. The sound of suona came from far and near, and a wedding sedan chair was carried into Liu's residence.The man in his early twenties was leaning against the back wall of Liu's mansion, listening to the best man in the mansion singing, his eyes were full of bitterness.

He murmured: "Junior Sister, I hope you and Mr. Liu will grow old together and love you forever."

The field of vision turned around again, and was replaced by a quiet mountain forest again. The woman in pink walked out of the forest with a basket of fruits, and the man outside Liu's house turned into a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He came up topless, Excitedly said: "Junior Sister! I succeeded! I can forge a sword!"

The woman in pink was full of smiles, "Brother is really amazing."

"Of course!"

"Brother will definitely refine the strongest sword and become the strongest swordsman in the world."

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment, and then said firmly, "Yes!"

He looked at the woman with eyes full of affection.

The mountains and forests behind are gradually withering and yellowing, and the frost is getting heavier, and time has gone backwards for an unknown number of years.

The boy shrank into a child again, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and shouted to the sky: "I, Wang Xiao, will definitely be the most powerful sword master and the most powerful swordsman in the future."

The girl in pink applauded and laughed, "Brother is awesome!"

The boy curled his lips and asked, "New here, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhu Sha."

At the same time, a low and hoarse voice resounded in Jing Yue's consciousness. He vaguely saw the middle-aged man take out a black and green long sword from the furnace. There was a little red on the sword, which was the man's heart blood.

"From today onwards, you are called Zhu Sha."

At that moment, Jing Yue felt the pleasure of the sword in his hand, he slowly opened his eyes, and heard the ringing of the morning bell again.

The door of the hidden sword pavilion was suddenly opened, and the light from outside came in, reflecting a slender shadow.

Qin Yanzhi stood against the light and said calmly, "That's all for today, and we'll just wait here tomorrow."

Then he turned and left.

Jing Yue froze for a moment, then turned to look at the people beside him, they were either dazed, confused, or gaining something.

He smiled slightly, solemnly put the killing sword into the sword box, looked at the setting sun outside the door, and thought that a day had passed.