Chapter Fourteen: The Sacred Land of Martial Arts
"The six major Wulin sacred places?" The demon horn frowned and said.
"Ah, the Dahai Temple is one of them, established within the borders of the Great Zhou Kingdom, with a very high status. Although it has never interfered with the governance of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the kingdom also never manages the Dahai Temple, as if it has defaulted to this sect. And other small sects and schools in their respective ranges are actually still under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou Kingdom." Sword Dance explained.
Upon hearing this, the demon king found the system of the Great Zhou Empire even more bizarre. With his previous life's way of thinking, under heaven, all is the king's land; within the king's borders, all are the king's subjects. But how could the Great Zhou Empire tolerate such a large 'tumor' to exist?
"Grandfather obtained a 'Tragic Sword Spectrum', which is a heavenly secret book, created by a high-ranking monk from the Great Compassion Temple. Later, it was given to Grandfather's brother, who then passed it on to Grandfather, saying it was to resolve worldly karma. With this, Grandfather established the Tragic Sword School. By Father's generation, he wasn't very diligent in practicing martial arts, so his skills weren't high. However, everyone knew that our Tragic Sword School had the Great Compassion Temple as its backing, so no one dared to oppose us. But just last year, Grandfather's older brother from the Great Compassion Temple suddenly disappeared without a reason, and many people said he was dead. The three major schools waited for a year before daring to attack our Tragic Sword School," Sword Dance recalled.
"For the sake of seizing the Tragic Sword Spectrum?" asked the Demon Horn.
"Ah, the Tian Bang Secret Manual, a treasure that drives people crazy in the martial arts world. It's also the reason for my Beijian Gate's downfall. The three major sects, even if they have powerful leaders, only have their own 'Earth List' martial arts as their treasured skills. But our Beijian Gate's 'Melancholy Sword Spectrum' was not protected by a strong master, and in the end, it was stolen by the three sects. Our sect was destroyed, with 211 people killed or enslaved, including most of my fellow disciples. The remaining 51 who resisted were all slaughtered. My father, mother, and younger brother were all killed, leaving only me behind." Sword Dance said, crying as she spoke.
"Alright, don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on." said Youjiao.
Looking at this half-grown old man, a sword dance is quite amusing, but as for the comfort of the demon horn, it seems to be still very effective.
"Old master, what are you doing?" Jian Wu suddenly blushed and called out in a low voice.
"I'll help you take your pulse and see what's going on with your body," said the demon horn.
"Old Master, can you take a pulse?" Jian Wu asked in surprise.
"Of course," said the demon king.
"I may be a woman, but I've always loved swordsmanship since I was young. However, when I was six years old, while learning to practice swordplay, I suddenly fainted. The doctor said I couldn't cultivate true energy, so I devoted myself to studying medicine. Over the years, I've come to understand myself - my physical condition is too poor. My mother told me that before I was born, my fetal energy was disturbed, and indeed, my meridians are too narrow. Although it's difficult with narrow meridians, there are ways to cure them in this world. However, there's another point - I'm destined not to cultivate to a high level. My dantian is too small. When true energy reaches a certain level, it easily bursts the dantian, so... " Jianwu said somewhat sorrowfully.
"Indeed, as you said, however, with a poor physique, it can be improved bit by bit. You say that the problem of meridians can be solved, how is it solved?" The demon horn frowned and nodded.
"In the Dahai Temple, there is a heavenly martial art called 'Easy Tendon Divine Merit', which can expand the meridians and improve my meridian problems. It's an unparalleled accumulation of merit for cultivating meridians," said Jianwu.
"Yi Jin Jing?" The demon's horned head tilted in curiosity.
"Easy tendon magic? In the future when I have the ability, I'll help you get it." Yao Jiao said confidently.
"That's a top-notch martial art, and it's in the Great Compassion Temple, a very important martial art that has never been passed down outside." Xian Wu reminded.
"Don't worry, who can predict what will happen in the future?" The demon king smiled and said.
"Hmm, however, it's just that my meridians have expanded, but my dantian is still too small and also very difficult to cultivate," said Jianwu.
"Dantian, thinking of ways to improve Dantian again. In this world, there's nothing that can't be done, only things that haven't been thought of yet." Yaojiao said confidently, in his memory, there were some spiritual fruits that could expand the Dantian, but those spiritual fruits were too rare, however, he would try to find them later on.
"Hmm" Jian Wu nodded and said.
"Do you like swordsmanship?" The demon horn suddenly laughed and said.
"Hmm, I've liked swordsmanship since I was young. Although I don't know true energy, I do know techniques and have practiced them well. I've read all the sword manuals at home, including that sorrowful sword manual." Sword Dance said while staring at Yao Jiao, looking for her reaction.
"In that case, I'll have someone prepare a sword for you tomorrow. You can practice with it when you're free and kill some time." said the demon king.
Seeing the old man didn't seem to have any interest in the Sorrowful Sword Spectrum, Xiang Liu felt a wave of relief in his heart, and at the same time, he also felt a thread of curiosity, saying: "Old sir, aren't you going to ask me about that Sorrowful Sword Spectrum?"
"I don't like practicing swordplay anyway, you know that." said Youjiao with a smile.
"Old Master doesn't practice sword?" Jian Wu Qiguo asked strangely.
"Everyone has different preferences. Some people like to use swords, some people like to use knives, and some people like to use sticks. I don't like using swords, is that strange?" asked Yaoguo.
"Oh, what kind of weapon does the old master like?" Sword Dance asked strangely.
"Weapons? Hehe, let's talk about it later, it's late, go to sleep early." said the demon horn.
"En, good." Xian Wu glanced at Yao Jiao, nodded, and closed his eyes.
Perhaps he was too tired, and before long, Jian Wu fell asleep in Yao Jiao's arms.
At midnight, the demon horn crawled up again, walked into the study, closed the door, and began to cultivate. An hour later, he returned to the bedroom, hugged Sword Dance, and continued sleeping.
The next day, early in the morning, after waking up, Jian Wu got out of bed early, quickly put on his clothes, and after washing up, he walked into the courtyard.
Jianwu brought some breakfast from the kitchen and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.
"Master, this is the breakfast I made for you. It's medicinal porridge, very good for your health." said Jian Wu Yiqiong.
"Hmm, good, you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together," said Youjiao.
"Hmm" Jian Wu nodded and said.
Then, the two of them sat down and ate breakfast together harmoniously.
After finishing breakfast, Yao Jiao stretched her body. Then she went to the study room and wrote for a while. Meanwhile, Jian Wu was helping to grind ink on the side.
"Old master, what are you writing?" Jian Wu looked at Yao Jiao who was not practicing calligraphy, but instead writing with incredible speed.
"Oh, something to eat." The demon horn said casually.
An hour later, the demon put down his brush and looked up to see Jian Wu grinding ink while looking at himself writing the manuscript with a stunned expression, ah, the country is in chaos.
"Kenbu, later when you go out with me, put on a veil." said Youkaku.
"Huh? Yeah." Jian Wu nodded slightly.
Then, after tidying up the manuscript, Yao Jiao took away the sword dance that covered Meng's face and walked out.
