BSI Chapter 42: First time entering Cangjian, Tiandou Danku
Chapter 42: First time entering Cangjian, Tiandou Danku
Chapter 42: First time entering Cangjian, Tiandou Danku
Fighting with Jian Douluo day after day, Jiang Siming's understanding of sword reached an unprecedented level, but he still failed to comprehend the second level of swordsmanship, the realm of hiding the sword.
"Damn old man, why do I find that being beaten by you is of no use at all? Apart from the skills of using sword intent, my sword realm seems to have stagnated." Jiang Siming complained. After spending a long time together, the relationship between Jiang Siming and Jian Douluo became closer.
"Can you have some shame, kid? How old are you? How long did it take you to break through the first realm?" Jian Douluo couldn't help but say angrily. He had been playing with swords for his entire life and just managed to break through the third realm.
"Who makes me a genius!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but pat his chest and raised his eyebrows at Jian Douluo.
"Yes! If you are not considered a genius, everyone in this world is useless. But what are you going to do in the future?" Jian Douluo couldn't help asking.
In fact, in Jian Douluo's heart, he really wants Jiang Siming to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Jian Douluo is aloof and has very few friends. Only Jiang Siming does not fear him and treats him as an ordinary person. If Jiang Siming knew what he was thinking at this moment, he would definitely say proudly, "I have received advanced equal education."
From another perspective, Jiang Siming can also be considered half a disciple of Jian Douluo.
"Me! I haven't figured it out yet. My life is like an accident, it took an inexplicable turn." Jiang Siming stretched and pretended not to care. In fact, Jiang Siming was more like a giant cargo ship that had lost its direction in the vast ocean, fully loaded with cargo, but didn't know where to anchor.
"What do you think of Rongrong?" Jian Douluo said with a wink.
"I told you to stop it! I have a girlfriend!" Jiang Siming quickly refused.
"What? Is my Rongrong not worthy of you? You're asking for a beating!" Jian Douluo threatened fiercely.
"Tsk, I'm so outstanding, how can that girl be worthy of me?" Jiang Siming said in a tough tone.
"You weren't so tough before?" Jian Douluo narrowed his eyes and said sarcastically.
"From now on, I will be too tough to let you believe me!" Jiang Siming said pretentiously.
With a "pop", Jiang Siming appeared again, already on a tree several dozen meters away.
"You old bastard, you are so cruel! You hurt me so much." Jiang Siming said with his teeth bared. Pretending to be cool will really lead to being struck by lightning!
But Jiang Siming immediately felt something was wrong and leaped back to Jian Douluo.
"You old fool, how did you manage to give that slap just now?" Jiang Siming asked curiously.
"Wow, you finally got it! I didn't expect that all my previous beatings were in vain. It only takes one slap!" Jian Douluo looked at his slap and said jokingly.
"The so-called second realm of the sword is the mastery of the sword intent. Just like this slap, I want to hit you flying, and I will hit you flying. If you don't know me, just from the appearance, do you know that I am a Titled Douluo?" Sword Douluo waved his hand again.
"To master it thoroughly and be able to control it freely doesn't mean you should swallow up your sword. I've beaten you for so many days, but you're still the best in the world. This is the first step to advancement, and the next step is to use your finger as a sword." Jian Douluo said word by word.
"Don't I need to use my martial soul?" Jiang Siming felt a little strange.
"Practicing sword skills is also a way to hone yourself. No matter how sharp your sword is, what's the point of being a coward? Is it because your martial soul has left you? Can't you release your sword intent?" Jian Douluo said seriously. As he spoke, he put his two fingers together, and several feet of sword energy and sword intent intertwined and gushed out from his fingertips.
Jiang Siming copied the example, also putting two fingers together, closing his eyes, and carefully feeling the sword intent in his body.
"Come out here!" Jiang Siming shouted. The two-inch sword intent appeared at his fingertips. Jiang Siming's face suddenly turned black, and he was furious.
"Hahaha, kid, what is this of yours? Look at mine, isn't it big and long?" Jian Douluo said boastfully.
Jiang Siming looked at Jian Douluo's smug expression, then looked at the sword intent at his fingertips, and felt a chill in his heart.
"Okay! I don't need to beat you anymore. You have entered the second stage." Jian Douluo patted Jiang Siming's shoulder.
"Is that the end? You might as well have told me earlier that as long as I can release the sword intent from my fingertips, I will have entered the second stage." Jiang Siming said with a dark face.
"You kid, don't you appreciate it? Sword wielder, you must not be a coward. If I don't beat you, how would I know if you are a coward or not. If you cannot conquer your own sword when you step into the third stage in the future, you will regret it." Sword Douluo explained.
"Just brag! You're just looking for an opportunity to beat me up." Jiang Siming had already admitted it in his heart, but he didn't admit defeat verbally.
"You are leaving soon, right? Let me tell you about my experience in the third stage."
……
The sun was setting, but the old man and the young man were still standing on the training ground of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"You old jerk, you're half my master, but I want to remind you to be careful of that prince." Jiang Siming took a deep puff of his cigarette and said.
"Oh? Why didn't you tell Feng Zhi?" Jian Douluo said with some confusion, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"That's all I have to say. You just need to be careful about the details. After all, I'm an outsider, and if I say too much, it will sound fake." Jiang Siming said lightly.
Jian Douluo lost an arm when the Spirit Hall attacked the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Jiang Siming was considered half a disciple of Jian Douluo and didn't want Jian Douluo to make the same mistake again. The Spirit Hall sent out masters who were superior to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. If it weren't for Tang San's hidden weapon, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect would have been completely destroyed.
Jiang Siming didn't believe that there was no traitor, so it could only be Qian Renxue.
Three days later, Jiang Siming left the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"Uncle Ning, two seniors. I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll take my leave now." Jiang Siming bowed and expressed his gratitude.
"Si Ming, you're too polite. I don't mind. The door of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is always open to you." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile. He actually hoped that Jiang Siming could become his son-in-law.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning. Regarding the bullet, I will give you an answer within half a year."
"Okay. Then I'll wait for good news."
……
Jiang Siming didn't beat around the bush and headed straight for Tiandou City.
"It's so lively. The imperial cities in all the costume dramas are really weak compared to this." Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh.
"Gee! Gee! Get out of the way!" A shout attracted Jiang Siming's attention.
Several young men dressed in luxurious clothes and riding on fine horses were galloping recklessly in this downtown area in broad daylight.
"Dandy boy! Is the plot of an urban novel going to happen to me? Pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face, reaching the peak of life! Damn high!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think.
(End of this chapter)