Chapter 70 – The Will, That is the King’s Way

Dongyi City.

Outside the city under the hill with a miserable yellow color of the grass hut as in the past that quiet. There is no sword light, no sword wind, no sound of the blade breaking through the air, just a quiet. At this time is already deep spring near summer time, hot sun shines on the mainland east of the ocean above, steam up countless water vapor, let the whole Dongyi City are plunged into the hot and humid. The good thing is that the sea breeze never stops, which can slightly remove the boredom.

Since the battle of the Great Eastern Mountain three years ago, the place where the disciples of the Sword Lodge practiced their swords was moved to the outer room, and no one dared to disturb the recuperation of the Sword Saint Lord deep inside the Lodge courtyard, which is why the interior of the Lodge seems so quiet at this time. The air filled with invisible water, with the sinking of the sun and become cold, sinking to the ground, slowly clinging to those sword blade steel scrap above, embedded into some water droplets.

As the sun gradually set, the red pale light reflected in the depths of the sword hut, reflected in that big pit, reflecting the water droplets on the countless swords clearly, seeping into the blood red color, like blood water.

From nowhere, a few bird flies flew in, curiously flying around the sword pit, emitting buzzing disgusting sounds. These beings didn’t know that this pit, the swords in the pit, represented what kind of status, what kind of fame in the world, they just instinctively stared at the red droplets of water on those sword branches and wondered incomparably in their hearts, why wasn’t there a trace of a pleasingly fishy odor in this blood water?

The weather was hot, so the natural icy fury in the sword mound was much lighter, so that these bird flies could have enough courage to fly around here. However, in that dark house next to the sword mound, there was an icy coldness that was very different from the outside environment, perhaps it was because this house had not seen light for years, or perhaps it was a palpitating icy coldness emitted by the body of the great master lying on the bed that was gradually tending towards death.

There were no birds or flies in the house, no spiders, no webs, and no mosquitoes dared to bite the person wrapped in a thick blanket, but in a corner of the snow-white wall, there was a long-legged mosquito about the size of a fingernail, staring at the person in the blanket with a deadly stare.

The long-legged mosquito was shivering, its transparent wings stroked its own gradually drying body from time to time, reminding itself that it was still alive, and its two long legs looked particularly feeble, and its whole body was glowing with an unhealthy brownish-yellow color, which looked like it had no juice at all, and was about to become a shell.

It didn’t fly away because it didn’t find a single object inside this grass hut that could suck blood, the people in the hut all seemed to have strange mana, as long as they were close to their bodies, they would be blocked back by a layer of invisible barriers and shocked to death.

Only this dying person on the bed didn’t have that kind of ability on his body, but the long legged mosquito still didn’t dare to fly down, because it felt a chill on this dying person, so cold that it was about to fry in this hot day.

But it is still simmering, because it knows that person is going to die. Any more powerful people, as long as they die, they will turn into blood and water, carrion, it needs blood and water, those bird fly brothers outside need carrion.

Underneath the thick quilt, Si Gu Jian was cold and shivering non-stop, every shake drove the wound in his chest and abdomen to tear like pain. Three years ago, he was struck by Qing Emperor Wang Dao’s fist, one of his arms was torn off alive by Ye Liuyun, and more than a month ago, he was stabbed twice on his chest by Shadow, and even though the poison that Fei Jie had planted had stiffened all of his injuries, there was no more life left in him.

Logically speaking, he should have died a long time ago, but he didn’t die, he just kept his eyes open, staring woodenly at the snow-white walls of the room, staring at the long-legged mosquito on that corner, watching that mosquito shivering and suffering, waiting for that mosquito to not be able to make it through the pain, and to fall down from the wall.

The emotions in these eyes of the Grand Master were very bland and calm, as if he had already seen through everything in the human world, including the last part of life, the great fear between life and death.

In these eyes, there is not a trace of the violent killing intent when the sword chopped a hundred tiger guards, there is not a trace of the bloody sword intent when slaughtering the mansion, and there is not a trace of the indomitable fighting intent that rises up to the sky, and there is not even the interesting intent that was there many years ago when staring at the ants moving under the big green tree, and there is only calmness, and the shadow of that dry tawny shivering, long-legged mosquito.

The dying Si Gu Jian refused to die, because he was waiting for someone.

The door to the room was gently pushed open, and the slightly warmer twilight light from outside penetrated, also casting that young man’s shadow long onto the ground.

Si Gu Jian did not bother to expend his last life looking at him, nor did he open his mouth to say anything, knowing that since the other man had rushed back, he would naturally tell himself something he wanted to hear.

Fan Xian had left Kyoto, turned to Slippery State, then sneaked to Ten Villages, and after days of hard work, he finally met up with the Supervisory Authority’s team outside of Dong Yi City. Without delaying a bit, he rushed to the sword hut, pushed the door in Yun Zhilan’s somewhat indifferent gaze, pushed the door again, pushed the door again, and then pushed the door again, and even passed through the triple doors, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, and came to the side of the Four Gu Swords.

He looked at the head of Four Gu Swords exposed outside the thick quilt, and realized that this Sword Saint Grand Master’s body was indeed extremely thin, and even though he was covered with three beds of quilts, it was still an extremely small section, thus appearing as if his head was extraordinarily large.

Having reached this state, the Four Gu Swords actually hadn’t died yet, a fact that made Fan Xian feel secretly alarmed. He looked at that old and indifferent face and opened his mouth, “Not rinsing the Hua Chi form still perishes and is bad, when drawing the heavenly spring to pour himself ……”

Without saying anything about His Majesty the Emperor of Qing, without discussing the future of Dongyi City, and without recounting the secrets in his heart, Fan Xian recited the Nameless Kung Fu Secrets that he had been practicing since he was a child in the first place, just like that, sentence by sentence, clearly and incomparably generously.

The nameless technique was divided into two volumes, Fan Xian had only practiced the upper volume for more than twenty years in his life, and although he had memorized the lower volume, he had not made any progress at all, and these words were engraved in his mind as if they had been engraved on it, and would not fade away at all, so at this time, when he memorized them in front of the bed of the Four Gu Swords, he spent only a few breaths of time.

He didn’t need to consider whether or not Si Gu Jian could understand or memorize them, because the other party, even if he was going to die, was after all a great master.

With Fan Xian’s words, Si Gu Jian’s gaze gradually retracted from the mosquito in the corner, staring at the space in front of him somewhere, and his indifferent eyes became sharp, coalescing like a branch of a sword, the body of the sword gradually letting out light, glowing and blazing hot.

Fan Xian’s lips closed, then waited in silence and quiet.

Without him having to open his mouth to explain, Si Gu Jian was naturally able to hear from these exquisite sentences, the unbelievable and unusually rough methods of performing qi and transporting gong that the heart method he was reciting was none other than the hegemonic true techniques of Emperor Qing’s lineage.

Si Gu Jian’s eyes gradually brightened to the extreme with Fan Xian’s chanting, and faded as Fan Xian stopped talking.

“How do I repair the second half of the scroll?” Fan Xian bowed his head respectfully and asked.

“Can’t.” Si Gu Jian’s voice was extremely weak, extremely hoarse, and answered extremely firmly.

Fan Xian was not how disappointed, and continued to calmly ask, “But Your Majesty, he cultivated the second half of the scroll, which is the Way of the King.”

“The ultimate in dominance is the Way of the King?” I don’t know if it was because he finally knew the secrets of Emperor Qing’s Kung Fu before he died, Sigu Sword’s spirit was much better than earlier, and his voice gradually smoothed out as he spoke, saying with a slight sneer, “Hegemony is still Hegemony when it reaches the top, could it be that your Emperor really thought that it could have any substantial changes?”

“But the facts have proven it.” Fan Xian bowed his head and said, “His Majesty repaired the second half of the volume. I want to know how he did it, and whether it will affect him in any way.”

Si Gu Jian lapsed into silence, his pale gaze gradually appearing slightly puzzled, but in the end, it spiraled into a kind of smile that came with understanding everything, and he said softly, “The meridians of the physical body always have a limit, and even for a little monster like you, there’s always a limit.”

“That’s why under the Great Green Tree, in the City Lord’s Mansion, you taught me that I should put my mind first, and that while a person’s physical body always has a limit, the mind’s will has no boundaries.” Fan Xian picked up.

“Overbearing ah ……” Si Gu Jian coughed twice, his icy body shivering under the cotton blanket. There was no one who understood better than this Grand Master that no matter how much of a character who could transcend the mortal world, once his vitality was broken and his flesh crumbled, he was actually about the same as an ordinary person.

“If one can truly transcend the limits of the human body.” Four Gu Jian slowly closed his eyes and began to play out in his mind the scene that had occurred on Da Dong Mountain back then.

The rain descended on the top of the mountain, and that one finger broke through the rain and reached the center of Bitter Lotus’s brow, and in a matter of moments, half of the lake’s water went into it, and broke through Bitter Lotus’s sea of qi’s flesh capsule in a matter of moments.

It was that finger!

Four Gu Jian violently opened his eyes, pupils of his eyes dramatically narrowed, and finally shrunk into a small black dot like the tip of a sword, said in an extremely slow speech: “A finger degree half a lake, no one can use such a fast speed degree of true essence. Because the human body’s meridians are practiced to the end, no matter how thick and grand they are, they are still limited.”

Fan Xian was not on the mountain at the time, and did not know what was in the mind of the Four Gu Swords, some did not understand this sentence, secretly thought that everyone practicing martial arts, to enhance the realm, are in the real and the potential of the two words on the beat, potential is the so-called skills, and now want to add the Four Gu Swords taught by the two words of the mind, but the real one of the word, but the real personal cultivation, whether it is a general practitioner’s sea of qi and the dantian, or their own two circumference of the sky. Snow Mountain behind the waist, always have to have a foundation, and then follow the meridians.

The human body has meridians, naturally subject to the limitations of the meridians, and he felt that the Four Gu Swords words were like nonsense …… However, Fan Xian gradually realized what the Four Gu Swords were saying, and his face changed slightly.

Extremely complex emotions seeped out of the Four Gu Swords’ deep eyes that were like cold awns, and these emotions turned into an incomparably thick sense of mockery in the end, and paired with the curved lines that were squeezed out with difficulty at the corners of his lips, he appeared to be very mean and despicable.

A low and strange laughter rang out from within the withered lips of the Four Gu Swords, appearing particularly piercing, and it was not clear whether he was laughing at the Emperor of Qing, himself, or Fan Xian’s insouciance in actually wanting to learn the second half of the Nameless Kung Fu Technique.

He calmly looked at Fan Xian and said word for word, “Inside Emperor Qing’s body, there are no meridians.”

Although he had guessed a little from the words of the Four Gu Swords earlier, when he suddenly heard these words, Fan Xian’s mind was still struck by lightning and buzzed, shocked and puzzled. There were no meridians in the body of the Emperor’s son? But how could someone without meridians survive!

“The second half of the scroll still goes with the overbearing momentum, if you want to continue practicing, you can only end up with your meridians bursting and dying. Even if you’re lucky, you’ll only become a lifelong cripple.” Si Gu Jian looked at Fan Xian and said indifferently, “But if you don’t burst your meridians, those luck techniques in the second half of the volume are impossible for you to do, and those tendencies are not a normal path in the first place, so it’s useless for you to practice them for another fifty years.”

Fan Xian took several deep breaths, forcing down the shock in his heart, of course he knew that Si Gu Jian’s analysis was right.

As early as several years ago, he had already practiced his Overbearing True Qi to the top, and at that time, he had already stepped into the threshold of the Ninth Grade, and was just at the time of great vigor when, outside the Kyoto government office, he fist-broke Xie Bian with a sword, who knew that it would cause his body’s true qi to stir and explode, and shocked his own meridians to the point of seven or eight injuries.

He worked extremely hard to heal his injuries, and as a result, after the Hanging Temple, a chase, and the shadow killed sexually, the hidden danger in his body again violent, he was finally stabbed by the shadow into serious injuries.

The great hidden danger at the end of the Hegemony Technique’s practice, Fan Xian had encountered it twice, and to be more precise, when he was still a child, Teacher Fei Jie had already sensed the great danger that he was bound to encounter in the future, and that was why he had left him with that Great Red Pill.

That big red pill had ended up in the Empress Dowager’s lips, but Fan Xian knew that it was merely his good fortune that he had survived after his true qi had broken its limits twice and his meridians had been greatly damaged.

He relied on Hai Tang Duo Duo’s saving grace, and on the natural gong methods of the Northern Qi Heavenly Dao, which were kept secret from the public. In Jiangnan, he used the natural true qi of TianDaoDao to repair for a long time before he cured the damage on his meridians, until finally the two strands of true qi with completely different natures were cultivated to great success at the same time, running in the two circumferences in his body, complementing and relying on each other, and only then did he truly stay away from the great danger of true qi storming his body, leaving this shadow that had always been accompanying him since he was a young boy.

However, today, after receiving confirmation from the mouth of the Four Gu Swords that in order to cultivate the second half of the scroll, he would have to allow his true qi to storm his body, shattering all the meridians in his body into smithereens, Fan Xian’s face turned pale as soon as he thought about this. Lying on the bed, hard to eat, hard to speak, this kind of day is not a human being at all, and the body meridians are shattered, how can a person live?

“If you can still survive after your meridians are shattered, it depends on heaven’s fate.” Four Gu Swords said indifferently, “Emperor Qing is undoubtedly an extremely lucky person.”

Even if he was going to die, Four Gu Swords refused to admit that Emperor Qing was a person of heaven’s destiny.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then shook his head, “Luck doesn’t solve the problem, I was quite lucky and didn’t die the first time my meridians were damaged, but I knew that if my meridians were shattered to the bone, I would only become a wasted man, and that pain that was everywhere in my body was simply not something that a person could endure.”

“But Emperor Qing endured and survived.” Si Gu Jian slightly lowered his eyes and let out an imperceptible sigh.

Fan Xian fell into a state of dementia, he had many dreams or ideals in his life, not to mention his wife and children and silver and those mundane issues, just to say that this nameless Kung Fu Technique that had accompanied him throughout his second life had vaguely become a part of his life, and even though he hadn’t explicitly said it, in his heart he was very eager to be able to practice this Kung Fu Technique up to the second volume.

It had nothing to do with breaking through the realm to become a Grandmaster, it was purely a longing, yet this longing had become a distant luxury at this time. The meridians are shattered and still alive, but also to endure that kind of non-earthly pain, forcibly raise the body scattered into starlight fragments of points of true qi, through the whole body stiffness of boredom, and strongly guard the mind, to recuperate ……

Fan Xian suddenly remembered that Chen Pingping as well as his father had once mentioned to him that in the first northern expedition of the Southern Qing against Wei, the Emperor’s son had lost miserably to Marshal War Qingfeng, and he himself had suffered serious injuries, and his whole body was so stiff and immobile that he almost died.

It seemed that His Majesty’s breakthrough for his gongfu was precisely on the ever-changing, incomparably treacherous battlefield!

Fan Xian couldn’t help but sigh, regardless of his emotional outlook on the Emperor’s old man, but thinking about the images from the battlefield back then, as well as the torment that the middle-aged man’s body had once endured, as well as those marvelous changes, he still developed a wave of admiration.

“Aside from the Mandate of Heaven, what else is needed?” Fan Xian asked to himself.

“Perseverance, extraordinary perseverance. Otherwise it’s simply impossible to survive that pain, that torment between life and death, that fear of being enclosed in darkness and struggling with the unknown on your own.”

Si Gu Jian spoke indifferently. Although he hadn’t practiced the Nameless Kung Fu Technique, he only needed a thought to know what kind of trials and tribulations Emperor Qing had once endured if he were to practice the second half of the scroll.

“Emperor Qing must have suffered a lot back then, a lot of pain …… That’s exactly why I was happy just now.” Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, the Four Guards Sword then laughed in a sandy voice, “However, I admire the will and perseverance possessed by those who were able to resist this hurdle.”

“I can’t do it, and neither can you.” Si Gu Jian said, “He is probably the only one in the world who can have such a will and be so ruthless with himself, so break it off.”

Fan Xian lowered his head, not knowing how to speak at all, and only heard Si Gu Jian’s furious voice ringing in his own ears, “This fucking …… thing is simply not something one can practice!”