Chapter Fourteen: Practicing Swordsmanship

  "I need a lot of energy, a lot, a lot." Chen Jiuxiao stood up refreshed and looked at the sunshine outside, with a hint of laziness on his face.

  Chen Jiu's teeth were itching with hatred, the hateful feeling was making his teeth itch. This damned technique required too much spiritual energy, even after drinking the nourishing Qi soup, it quickly dissipated into nothingness, like a wave rising on the surface of the ocean.

  He pulled his hair back, Chen Jiu didn't bother with him, this world was too unsafe, there were cultivators and bandits, if he wanted to make a name for himself, he couldn't stay hidden in this small mountain village forever.

  But he is neither a member of a large family nor an apprentice of the legendary high-ranking sect, and although he has some self-preservation skills, it's still not safe.

  Chen Jiu walked out of the courtyard and drew a spiritual symbol. The surrounding aura changed, then he headed towards Old Wang's house not far away.

  "Old man, are you home?" Chen Jiu shouted loudly outside Old Wang's house.

  The gate opened and an old man who looked like he was about to kick the bucket stood inside: "So it's you young whippersnapper".

  Old Wang is ninety-eight this year. Last year he was in this half-dead and half-alive state, and now it's still the same. It can be seen that Old Wang's days are numbered.

  The teeth in his mouth had almost all fallen out, leaving only one lonely front tooth standing upright on the upper jaw.

  Chen Jiuyi smiled: "Old man, your body is still quite robust lately."

  Old Wang slowly moved his body aside: "It's good that you haven't been around for a while, what brings you to my place today?"

  Shaking his head, Chen Jiuyi smiled: "Look at what you said, I'm free now, aren't I? Brother Wang and his wife are not at home?"

  Old Wang glared at Chen Jiu with a bad temper: "You think everyone is like you, idle every day, our family has to make a living".

  Chen Jiuguo shut his mouth decisively, it's pointless to argue with this old man.

  "Look at you, young man, your complexion is quite good these days, how come you're always brewing medicine? You've become a medicine jar! Who dares to give you a wife?" Old Wang stared at Chen Jiu with wide eyes for a while before jokingly saying.

  Chen Ji shook his head: "Alas, who doesn't have some illness or injury?"

  Chen Jiuzai stood up and walked around Lao Wang's yard, then stopped his gaze on the huge peach tree in the center.

  Although it's already deep autumn, the peach tree is still lush and green, quite eye-catching: "Old man, let's discuss something with you."

  Old Wang seemed to smile but not quite, a sly smile spreading from the corner of his mouth: "You just go ahead and say it."

  Chen Jiu stroked the peach tree, each branch as thick as a child's arm, over three meters tall, its sprawling branches covering half of the courtyard, about six meters in diameter.

  "I'm looking at the peach wood with joy, according to the old man, this peach wood can ward off evil spirits. Can you sell me a slightly larger branch?"

  This peach tree is from Old Wang's family and has been growing for over 200 years. It was planted by the ancestors of the Old Wang family and can be seen as a legacy left behind by them.

  Old Wang's face changed: "What, you're interested in Peach Wood?"

  Chen nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling like jade, meeting Old Wang's gaze without a hint of impurity.

  Old Wang touched the armrest, then slowly walked to the peach tree and gently stroked it for a while: "This is my family's legacy, do you think I would give it to you?"

  The voice is filled with vicissitudes and memories.

  Chen Jiuzhao looked at Old Wang with a serious expression: "Old man, in this world there is nothing that can't be done, it's just a matter of whether the price is right or not."

  Moreover, Chen Jiubian wanted to say something else, but Zhang opened his mouth and looked at the old Wang who was immersed in memories and closed his mouth again.

  This peach tree has already had a hint of spirituality, and it can even take shape in ten years. Chen Jiu didn't say this out loud, and even if he did, no one would believe him.

  What price can you pay?

  Chen Jiu looked at Old Wang's face full of wrinkles and had an urge to punch him: "One hundred taels of silver".

  Lao Wang said so much and made enough gestures, indeed there is a hint of nostalgia, but in fact it's still not for Chen Jiu to see, constantly increasing the value of this peach tree.

  Old Wang's eyes turned into toad eyes in an instant, and he originally wanted to continue blackmailing, but thinking about it was not worth the loss, and at that time, it was just a branch, which did not affect the growth of the entire peach tree. Earning one hundred taels was simply too valuable, this was simply picking up free money.

  Apart from this fool in front of me, who would spend a hundred taels of silver to buy a branch of a peach tree? A hundred taels of silver can even buy a whole mountain.

  "Aren't you regretful?"

  "Will you answer or not?"

  "Transaction"

  Chen Jiu chose a branch and carefully cut it down with his knife, then brought it back to the house.

  Cut off some small branches on the top of the branch, constantly nourishing the branch with force, and then slowly correcting it, carving it bit by bit.

  "What a pity, without the Triple Yang True Fire, this would have been a top-grade artifact." Chen Jiu shook his head as he looked at the peach wood sword in front of him.

  Although this peach wood sword has been specially treated by myself to be harder than ordinary steel, it is ultimately due to my own insufficient magical power, and the use of this sword is also limited.

  Carved a few strokes of seal script on this peach wood sword, played a circle in the yard before putting it away.

  This sword Chenjiu didn't just plan to use for exorcising demons, but rather for practicing swordsmanship. No mistake, you heard that right, it's for practicing swordsmanship.

  How can a gentleman have no sharp weapon in his hand? It's said that Chen Jiu has never practiced swordsmanship, nor has he had any extraordinary sword skills. But what does it matter?

  Even with the unparalleled Sword Scripture, Chen Jiu may not necessarily be able to comprehend it. Moreover, practicing swordsmanship is only for killing people; as long as one's cultivation is high enough in the future, what can't be killed?

  Two lifetimes as a human, Chen Jiu's past life experience was not in vain. He still understood the most basic principles: his sword moved in a straight line, using speed and power to instantly kill people.

  Actually, killing has nothing to do with strength. Think about it, how much force does it take to pierce a person with a sharp sword and some speed, or to cut someone's throat?

  It doesn't take much, just a normal person's speed, plus twenty kilograms of strength is enough to separate a person's throat and kill them. It's that simple, not as complicated as imagined.

  Split, chop, collapse, swing, cut off, wash, intercept, stab, stir, press, hang, sweep. These are the most basic techniques of a sword and also the combination of all moves. Practicing these individual techniques to the point where they can be done with ease is what makes up a sword move.

  First is the simplest of thrusting swords. It's said to be simple, but in reality it still requires technique and isn't just a matter of simply thrusting forward.

  After breaking out in a cold sweat, he picked up a bucket of water and slowly wiped his body, then used his magic to nourish the peach wood sword.

  Now practicing swordsmanship has no power, if you pour magic into it, I don't know what kind of situation it will be.

  But Chen Jiu is now most lacking in magic power and doesn't dare to waste it.

  He just kept familiarizing himself with the sword moves, exercising his body, and enhancing blood circulation. Magic wasn't omnipotent, although Chen had gained magic now, but because of having a Bottomless Pit Divine Seed, he didn't dare to waste it excessively.

  Wiped his body clean, casually threw the clothes over his shoulder, picked up the crimson cinnabar in front of him, and lightly licked it with his tongue: "Hmm, this dead fatty is quite thoughtful, this cinnabar is at least fifty years old, which is enough for me to use, a rare treasure indeed".

  As for the brush, the pen holder is made of a rare piece of jade, which was obtained by Chen Jiu when he entered the mountain. The wolf hair in front of the pen holder is pure and genuine, and for this wolf hair, Chen Zhong and Chen Jiu kept running up the mountain, spending a whole month, killing seventeen wolves, just to get enough brush hairs.

  The tip of the brush is made from a few strands of hair that look no different, only whiter. If you think it's just that simple, then you're wrong. This is a case of striving for perfection, where only the whitest ten strands of hair from under the belly of a weasel are used.

  As for the yellow talisman paper, it's not an ordinary product either. I don't know what that fat guy was doing in that temple, but this thing has a strong incense wish power on it, and it must have been worshiped by many people.

  The creation of the universe is shocking, and the ghosts and gods cry when the brush falls. Chen Jiu naturally doesn't have that kind of realm. One by one, the talismans with different uses are generated under Chen Jiu's pen, and then carefully wrapped up.

  "Seeking collection, seeking recommendation votes"