usatvline Chapter 157 Inheritance
Chapter 157 Inheritance
Chapter 157 157 Inheritance
Huh? His sword?
Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, finding it hard to believe. When he came to his senses, he hugged the sword tightly to his chest and said excitedly, "Really? This is Xuan'er's sword?"
Chunyu Yang said, "That's right. From now on, this sword will accompany you for the rest of your life. You must take good care of it and never lose it."
Jingxuan nodded vigorously, repeatedly replying, "Yes, yes, Xuan'er will!" Suddenly remembering something, he raised his bleeding hand, pouting and looking very aggrieved, and said:
"Father, when I drew my sword just now, I saw it turn into a wild beast. It bit me! Look, it's such a big gash, and so much blood is flowing. It hurts so much, Xuan'er..."
Sighing inwardly, Chunyu Yang lowered his head, took Jingxuan's hand, and began bandaging his wounds.
“That’s not a real beast, that’s sword intent,” Chunyu Yang explained.
The cooling ointment was applied to the wound, and Jingxuan winced in pain, but still asked curiously, "What is sword intent? It sounds very powerful."
“When any divine weapon is wielded by someone with profound skill, it will become connected to the wielder’s bloodline once they reach a certain level, achieving a unity of man and sword, and ultimately comprehending the sword’s intent,” Chunyu Yang said slowly. “Sword intent represents the wielder’s true heart and also the sword’s own will. Even if the wielder of a sword is dead, the sword intent of a sword can remain forever and find a suitable master for itself again.”
Jingxuan listened with surprise, and couldn't help but look down regretfully at the sword in his arms.
So that giant beast was just an illusion? What a pity. If it were real, he and Ye Yankang would have had another playmate.
"How does Father know so much about this sword? Could it be that Father was the one who stuck it in the ground? Does Father know its name? What was the original owner of this sword?" Jingxuan was filled with curiosity and asked one question after another.
Chunyu Yang did not answer immediately. He simply looked up and surveyed the cave for a long while before speaking:
“This sword is called the Cold Scale Sword. Your mother sealed it here herself. She originally wanted this sword to be buried here forever, but I always believed that it should be passed down to someone so that it would not have lived in vain.”
"Is this...is this Mother's sword?" Jingxuan asked, his voice choked with emotion, his hands trembling slightly as he held the sword. This was the first time he had been so close to his mother, and he would gladly endure any further cuts.
"Alright, now that you have this sword, you must work even harder to live up to its high expectations," Chunyu Yang said. "You yourself said you wanted to become a hero like me. But to achieve that is extremely difficult. No one in this world can help you, and there are no shortcuts. You can only rely on your own efforts."
Jingxuan hastily wiped away his tears, his gaze exceptionally resolute: "Yes! Xuan'er understands!" After saying that, he put down the sword in his arms, resolutely turned around, and assumed a horse stance on the open ground to the side.
Ye Yankang looked at Jingxuan with his finger in his mouth, then at Ye Pianran, a conflicted expression on his face. Finally, he walked over to Jingxuan and squatted down in a very proper manner.
Ye Pianran had already heard Chunyu Yang mention this matter, and now, seeing with her own eyes that Ye Yankang was indeed learning martial arts so self-motivatedly without any guidance, she was both surprised and delighted. She felt even more certain that her decision to allow him to be Jingxuan's study companion was indeed the right one. She couldn't help but feel that even if Kang'er remained foolish forever, his fate, from the moment he stepped into the Northern Martial Prince's Mansion, was ultimately different from his previous life.
Just then, Chunyu Yang turned around and said to her:
"Although this place was brought here intentionally, it is more suitable for you in terms of environment. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and there is no one to disturb you, making it the most suitable place to comprehend your Tai Su Ling Zhen mental technique."
When Chunyu Yang agreed to teach Ye Pianran martial arts techniques, he had already considered many things for her. First, she was still unmarried and it was not appropriate for others to see her meeting with him frequently, lest it cause gossip. Second, the techniques she was going to learn were generated within the system space, and no one knew what kind of strange phenomena might occur during her learning. Therefore, she couldn't practice martial arts in a place where she had to be constantly on guard against being seen, as that would not help her concentrate on comprehending the techniques.
After much deliberation, he concluded that this was the most suitable place. It also happened that he intended to pass the Cold Scale Sword to Jingxuan, so it was a win-win situation. Although Zhan Yinghong didn't want the cave to be opened again, he figured she wouldn't mind.
"Your Highness's thoughtfulness is truly appreciated," Ye Pianran said with a light smile. "Then...shall we begin?"
Chunyu Yang hummed in agreement, and the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground and entered Ye Pianran's space together.
After entering the space, the two of them sat cross-legged again by the spiritual spring. Chunyu Yang recalled what was written in the "Tai Su Ling Zhen" mental cultivation method and said:
"The first step to comprehending the mental technique is to concentrate your mind, eliminate all distracting thoughts, try to sense the heavens and earth, and breathe in accordance with the natural order."
Ye Pianran closed her eyes and did as he instructed. However, whenever she thought she had completely calmed down and cast aside all distractions, a thought or two would occasionally pop into her mind. Though fleeting, they prevented her from fully concentrating. Consequently, she was unable to experience the connection with heaven and earth and the harmony with the natural order that Chunyu Yang spoke of.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and sighed softly, "Am I just lacking talent?"
Chunyu Yang also opened his eyes, exhaled, and said, "No, it's because you don't understand this world well enough. Cultivating mental techniques is not like the moves and routines of martial arts. To be precise, it is untraceable. You need to understand the meaning of its existence in order to find the essence and successfully enter the field."
"The Third Prince was able to sense the heavens and earth back then?" Ye Pianran tilted her head and asked curiously.
"I was just like you back then, and it took me a long time to figure out how to get started. And the secret, in the end, is just one sentence," Chunyu Yang said very seriously.
Why is the sky the sky, the earth the earth, the mountain the mountain, the tree the tree, the flowers bloom and wither, and the tide rises and falls?
Ye Pianran frowned slightly, pondering what he had just said.
"Since all things in the world exist, they must have their reasons for existing. The composition of a human being, the flow of qi and blood, the direction of the meridians, are closely related to the growth of all things. The soul is the sky, the bones are the earth, the flesh is like a mountain, and the blood is like a tide. It is not an exaggeration to say that the human body is actually a small world."
"So, is that why the Third Prince quickly accepted the existence of the 'space' within me after learning about it?"
Chunyu Yang hummed in agreement and said, "Since the human body is also a world in itself, it is quite possible that it can give birth to such wondrous things."
Ye Pianran kept pondering his words, and gradually she felt something in her heart. She took this opportunity to close her eyes and immerse herself in that inexplicable feeling.
Seeing that she had gained some insight so quickly, Chunyu Yang smiled slightly, then closed his eyes and began to meditate with her.
Standing on the peach tree, 666 gazed at the two people beside the spirit spring, shook its feathers, and its eyes gleamed:
"This handsome bird has truly chosen a studious and intelligent host, chirp~"