Chapter 911 Carry the small world with you
Lu Yang woke up leisurely and found himself lying on the ground, with Yun Mengmeng looking at him with concern.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Lu Yang's mind was a little confused. He only remembered that he was beaten to exhaustion and then lost consciousness.
"Ten breaths." Yun Mengmeng lived a careless life and was never very sensitive to time.
“Lu Yang, take this elixir.” The elder of Jianlou also rushed over and quickly took out the best elixir to help Lu Yang recover.
The elixir is refreshing and refreshing in the mouth. When swallowed, the whole body feels like being immersed in water, feeling cool and comfortable.
Lu Yang woke up and was helped up by Yun Mengmeng. He meditated on the spot, ran his exercises, adjusted his breathing rate, and was soon able to move freely.
His mental strength is already comparable to that of the Fusion Stage, and he can quickly return to normal after it is exhausted.
Mingtai, as a fairy sword spirit, recovered quickly.
“Senior Brother Lu Yang, I admire you.” Mingtai came over and said. He had used all his trump cards in the battle just now, but still lost to Lu Yang. He was convinced that he lost.
This is also the character of all swordsmen. They are straightforward. If you win, you will win. If you lose, you will lose. There is nothing to be embarrassed to admit.
“No, it’s just a fluke.” Lu Yang said modestly. The Ten Thousand Swords Guizong he finally used was just an attempt, and the success or failure was divided into 50 and 50.
After watching that battle, many sword cultivators had some insights and did not dare to delay, so they meditated on the spot.
Opportunities are rare, and the trip to the sword library that was originally planned to start after the sword questioning session had to be postponed. The elders of the sword tower took action and arranged formations to protect the sword cultivators from outside interference and maximize their ability to gain more insights.
The sword cultivators were all in retreat, but Lu Yang was the most idle one.
“Speaking of which, Mingtai’s Hanguang Sword can turn invisible. Doesn’t my Qingfeng Sword have any other uses?”
Lu Yang looked at the Qingfeng Sword carefully. The Hanguang Sword was just an immortal treasure. His own Qingfeng Sword was a serious immortal weapon and was Wu Yao's sword. Logically speaking, it should not only be of high quality, but also should have some special functions. right.
"Yes, isn't this sword quite spacious inside? Other swords don't have this treatment." The sword spirit of Qingfeng Sword said.
"What do you mean... wait, fairy, are you saying there is another space in the Qingfeng Sword?" Lu Yang reacted.
The Immortal Fairy rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, where do you think I live?"
Lu Yangxin said, Fairy, you have great magical powers. I thought you were really attached to the Qingfeng Sword.
You have already moved in.
“Wait, I will pull you in.”
The Immortal Fairy thinks that Xiao Yangzi is too stupid to even enter the house, so she might as well just pull him in herself.
Lu Yang disappeared without a trace, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground with a clang.
“Is this the inner space of Qingfeng Sword?” Lu Yang turned around in surprise and looked around.
“To be precise, this is called Qingfeng Sword’s own small world.” The Immortal Fairy’s words were more professional.
The small world of Qingfengjian is full of spiritual energy, with mountains and flowing water, a beautiful environment, and isolation from the world, like a paradise.
Lu Yang was standing on the bamboo raft, going down the river, and the mountains receded like a slide.
The bamboo raft was made by Immortal Fairy when she was bored when she was a sword spirit. For this purpose, she cut down a large number of trees.
“How is it?” The Immortal Fairy was very proud, not knowing whether he was showing off this small world or the bamboo raft he had made with his own hands.
“This small space has always been there?” Lu Yang was surprised. He didn’t expect that he had always underestimated the Qingfeng Sword.
“It is true that it has always been there, but it was in the sealed stage before and you couldn’t get in. It was only after you reached the level of cultivation that you opened the seal and entered here.”
Lu Yang felt a little comforted. It was because the seal had not been broken, and it was not because he was ignorant: "When was the seal broken?"
“When you are in the Nascent Soul stage.”
…”
Lu Yang looked at the Immortal Fairy faintly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
The Immortal Fairy was embarrassed by the minister of the Zhu Kingdom, and said with a smile: "Don't I think that Xiao Yangzi, you know that Qingfeng Sword has space, so you are too lazy to come in."
“After all, apart from the beautiful scenery, there is nothing interesting about this place.”
Lu Yang thought about it, he didn't need anything to carry around with him.
If there was a small world in your previous life, every flower and grass here would be a magic medicine, and taking out any one of them would be an astonishing wealth.
Otherwise, you have to farm in a small world. There is abundant spiritual energy here. If you get the seeds here, they will definitely mutate, and then take them to the outside world to shock everyone.
It’s a pity that I didn’t have a small world in my previous life. I only had it when I traveled to the world of cultivating immortals. That would be useless.
Lu Yang turned around in Qingfeng Sword and then left Qingfeng Sword.
In the past half day or so, the sword cultivators have finished their retreats one after another, communicating with each other and feeling deeply rewarded.
This Sword Questioning Ceremony is worth it. One time of understanding is comparable to several years of kendo insights. The battle between Lu Yang and Mingtai allowed them to see the path of kendo in the future.
Sword cultivators found Lu Yang and Mingtai one after another and expressed their gratitude. Xue Shilou and Kun Qiu were among them.
After the last sword cultivator finished his retreat, the owner of the building announced the start of the third and final part of the ceremony.
"Everyone should have heard that the spiritual swords left by the sages of the past generations are stored in the sword library of our sword tower. When you enter the sword library, if there is a fate, the spirit swords will follow you and leave. You will be recognized as the master of our sword tower. Don’t stop.”
“When all your fates are exhausted, our sword tower will take back the spiritual swords.”
“If there is no chance, please don’t force me. I know that some of you are born with supernatural powers and can pull out the spiritual sword forcefully.”
“If this causes the anger of the Spirit Sword people and causes any accidents, Jian Tower will not be responsible.”
All the sword cultivators praised the righteousness of the sword tower. Even if other swordsmen sects had spiritual swords, they would rather drain the spiritual swords away than let outsiders use them.
"Since you have no objections, then just follow me."
The building owner walked at the front and led everyone into the bottom of the sword tower.
All the sword cultivators were very nervous. Recognizing the master of a spiritual sword depends on fate, and has nothing to do with realm or talent. There are many examples of this in history: a certain ordinary monk was recognized as the master of a spiritual sword with a great background. From then on, Become an ordinary swordsman of a generation.
The sword library is a huge hollow, as if someone used a sword to carve out a space under the sword tower. It has no decorations and is quite primitive. There is only a top-quality night-light pearl on the top, which has been shining for ten thousand years, providing a light source for the sword library. .
Various kinds of spiritual swords are randomly inserted in the sword library, some on the ground and some on the wall. This is not because the sword building does not care about the spiritual swords, but because these spiritual swords like to be arranged like this.
“I don’t know how many spiritual swords will recognize their owners this time.” An elder said.
The housekeeper on the side said: "Maybe there is not one."
“Huh? Why?” The elder was puzzled.
The host Guan looked at Mingtai who walked into the sword library and said quietly: "Don't forget Mingtai's identity, the supreme sword, the eldest brother of all spiritual swords. To him, the sword library is no different from the harem."
(End of this chapter)