latelenovela Chapter 40 Mother and Child Swords
Chapter 40 Mother and Child Swords
One last thing.
Should I join the army?
If you join the army at this time, your first task will definitely be to assist in the evacuation of ordinary people in the surrounding area. You will be responsible for working in the dangerous area along the river for hundreds of miles.
“Master, I met a brother at the mine named Yue Kaishan. He is very strong and said he is a member of the Yue family from Shuangjian Mountain. He is a very nice person. He and the cultivators in the army invited me to join them.”
“Well, I need to make this clear to you.” The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment. “Theoretically speaking, our Taoist temple is not considered a cultivation force in Yunzhou, so you will not be assigned to the same place when you enlist.”
For the local forces in Yunzhou, joining the army is basically done at a fixed ratio. After accumulating enough military merits, they can "redeem themselves." Of course, this is not just for themselves; if they make more contributions on the battlefield, they can secure more benefits for their families.
For example, real estate in a newly occupied town, operating rights for special trades, etc.
As for external forces wanting to join the army, Yunzhou welcomes them, but they have polarized attitudes toward these geniuses.
They would give geniuses a choice; those willing to join the Yunzhou clan would not only have a significantly reduced requirement for battle merits to redeem themselves, but would also be introduced to powerful families to build relationships.
Those who come to Yunzhou simply for training need far more military merits to redeem themselves. In most cases, the military merits they earn are not even enough to buy medical treatments and cultivation materials, let alone leave.
Those who were able to return were all outstanding soldiers.
"Ah, Master, if I join the army and register as a resident of Yunzhou, won't I never be able to come back? If I don't join... then I'll never be able to come back either."
"As for the benefits, there are definitely some. First of all, there's the issue you're most concerned about."
Zhong Ming almost instantly thought of the giant dragon weighing on his heart, a dragon whose scales, representing the lives of more than ten thousand people, was rampaging wildly beneath the dark clouds.
"Yes, Gao Jin, he is also a wanted evil cultivator in Yunzhou. According to reliable sources, he fled south, and the Yunzhou army will most likely be the first to discover his whereabouts."
In this world, being well-informed is very important. Otherwise, if you chase someone for a long time only to find that the other person has been killed for many years, wouldn't you have wasted your time?
Zhong Ming was torn. The kindness shown to him by Maoshan Taoist Temple was like a second life, but he couldn't give up on revenge.
“Go, Zhongming. There are also seniors from the Cat Mountain Taoist Temple who have gone into the Southern Frontier to subdue demons.” Xiao Zhao blurted out without much thought.
"Ah, are there any seniors in the military?"
"No, they are all dead. Perhaps some elderly cultivators may still remember our Taoist temple, but you are too weak. A mere Qi Refining cultivator is not worth their attention."
At this moment, the old Taoist priest seemed to have made up his mind. He got up from the recliner and walked over to Zhong Ming.
"In any case, you must have a skill. In the military, special talents are more valuable than in the sect. I can't teach you much, so you have to study hard."
“Master, I promised the boatmen along the river that I would go back and tell them the news.”
"I know."
The old Taoist priest said he could teach very few, and that truly meant "very few."
If you have the aptitude to learn, you can finish the course in a few days. After that, you can just read the book and follow the instructions. The master leads you in, but the practice is up to you. This profession doesn't require too much instruction; practice makes perfect.
This is the method of nurturing an object.
Of course, it could also be titled "How to be a Simp for a Spirit, Gain Max Level Favorability, and Incidentally Raise Its Rank"
.....
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two arrived at the small room where the divine sword was kept.
The old Taoist priest bent over and crawled under the altar where the divine sword hung, rummaging around in a hidden cabinet, his beard covered in dust.
Zhong Ming looked at the divine sword hanging above the old Taoist's head with some fear, afraid that it would fall and sever his neck.
Finally, he found what he was looking for.
A gleaming, shiny... replica of a divine sword.
This is a very beautiful longsword, almost identical to the one that is enshrined.
The sword is long and heavy, engraved with nineteen gilded, curved, red river patterns, just like nineteen great rivers running through the long sword. The river mist spreads to the left and right to the sword tip, with a cold and sharp light and flowing brilliance. When it reaches the dark gold and black jade mountain and river pattern engraved in the shape of a dignified sword guard, the rivers collide with the mountains and suddenly converge, turning from light to dark and all merging into the spiral bronze peach wood sword hilt. It appears and disappears as it rotates, and finally stops at the diamond-shaped sword pommel.
The old Taoist priest stretched out his finger and ran it across the sword. All the patterns disappeared, and the longsword turned completely white, its sharpness concealed.
"Take this. It is a special eight-sided mother-and-child sword."
The eight sides are the standard shape, while the mother-and-child swords....
But with a clang, the sword was drawn from its sheath, and the majestic, snow-white longsword was actually... a scabbard?
The sword guard and the snow-white sword blade detached from the "sub-sword" together.
The old Taoist priest held a long, narrow, black sword. Its shape was similar to a steel needle, and its construction almost abandoned the use of "chopping," "slashing," and "sweeping," except for the "thrusting" strike, which was perfected to the extreme.
"Master, this sword is so cool!"
The old Taoist priest smiled, waved his sword a few times, and then released it. The snow-white mother sword and daughter sword flew up at the same time, circling around the two of them like his own pet birds.
"Master, this...this..."
"A flying sword that can take a person's head from a thousand miles away? You really think that's just bragging?"
After saying that, the Taoist priest clasped his hands together, and the mother and child swords merged back into one, falling into his hands. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and magically produced an ordinary peach wood scabbard, inserted the sword into it, and casually tossed it to Zhong Ming.
"My disciple, I'm giving you this sword. Remember, the real killing move isn't in the sub-sword. A master doesn't get bogged down in the secrets of weapons. The moment you draw the sub-sword, the enemy's attention will be focused on its killing power, making them easily overlook the mother sword that allows them to control the sword."
Both the mother and child swords are weapons; you can even use them to punch your opponent while you're flying on them—the goal is always to defeat the enemy.
Zhong Ming immediately bowed to thank his master, feeling very happy. His master was finally going to teach him the art of sword control, which was a genuine immortal technique.
He imagined himself drinking wine with his friends on a mountaintop, when suddenly he had a sudden inspiration and said with a smile, "Behold my Taoist magic."
He immediately formed a hand seal with one hand, let out a thunderous shout that shook the heavens and earth, and the mother and child swords shot through the sky like thunder. A rainbow could be seen piercing the sun in the vast sky, splitting the sky in two with a single sword strike, spanning an entire state. Wherever the light reached, the enemy's head fell to the ground.
When I returned, the wine was still warm.
Just thinking about it makes my heart race!
Under Zhong Ming's expectant gaze, the old Taoist priest uttered his last few words.
"Therefore, what I am going to teach you is the method of nurturing a sword."
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
ha?
I don't know how to fly on a sword yet!
You're not letting eunuchs keep concubines? They can look at them but can't use them!
"Master, I think this mother and child sword is a divine weapon that only appears once every thousand years. Why don't you teach me the method of sword control first?"
"You can get those cheap, common items by exchanging them for military merit points in the barracks. What I'm teaching you are all closely guarded secrets."
The old Taoist priest remained unfazed. "I didn't lie; I just omitted a tiny bit of the truth."
Over the next few hours, the old Taoist priest helped Zhong Ming recall the process of obtaining the "Body Refining Technique".
One method involves rubbing another treasure with a treasure imbued with one's own spiritual power, thus transferring that power to the other.
Zhong Ming affectionately called it "mirror grinding".
Why not say it's sharpening a knife? Because the more you sharpen a knife, the thinner it becomes, but this is the method of sharpening a mirror by adding a lot of polishing agent.
The job is done.
The master took out a piece of blue mica, the kind that wasn't too valuable, and made it into a polishing brick.
"Come on, try polishing this mother-and-child sword."