Chapter 196: The Great Tang, Heaven Bestows Ten Thousand Nations (5500-word Chapter)

In Cen Can's hand, it was just a sharp weapon cast by Xiping craftsmen, but in He He Zhizhang's hand, the sharpness bloomed.

True Qi endowed the sharp weapon with an inexplicable "spirit," and the sword light contained a brilliance that was hard to describe, stabbing straight at Brother Qian Chen. This sword was like light and electricity, but it was also upright and peaceful. Under the sharpness, it contained the "ritual" of stopping at the right point and always grasping the scale.

This is the ritual of sword asking!

"This sword is strong when it meets the strong, and weak when it meets the weak. It looks sharp, but it contains infinite power. What is truly terrifying is the infinite changes behind it!" Seeing Yan Shu sighed.

This is a realm completely different from his sword path.

Seeing Yan Shu's sword is sharp and wild, and the sword that slays demons never returns.

Brother Qian Chen's sword is unpredictable, hard to find, carrying a clear and dusty, even some gorgeous and bizarre imagination, which is a romantic sword poem.

And He He Zhizhang's sword looks sharp, broad and heroic, but the law is strict inside. While not sticking to one pattern, the scale is clear. The grasp of the power and balance in the sword is wonderful to the millisecond, and every bit of power is under control.

The ritual of sword asking!

It is a friendly sparring between the two sides of the sword competition, stopping at the right point, used to test the sword technique level of the opponent.

This move is strong in subsequent changes. Even if one side suddenly uses a spicy hand and kills, it can be dealt with calmly without losing the opportunity. If the opponent's level is relatively weak, it can also be tested and turned into feeding moves and guidance.

Famous scholars in the Great Tang were fond of sword fighting, but they often took care of their feelings and had no intention of hurting people, so they evolved the ritual of sword asking.

Although Seeing Yan Shu didn't understand the tacit understanding, he still saw the intention of this sword with his superb sword path cultivation.

"This sword wins because there is no flaw. In the hands of He He Jian, who has profound cultivation and wonderful grasp of power, unless the cultivation is ten times higher than his, you can knock open this iron walnut with the strongest force, otherwise you need to win with clumsy moves."

"Because the most mysterious sword technique and the strongest move are usually extreme."

"Once you can't knock open that iron walnut-like flawless move, you will expose your most fatal flaw!"

And in the eyes of a great cultivator like He He Zhizhang, who has mature cultivation and old-fashioned sword technique, even if there is only a trace of flaw, he may not immediately grasp the opportunity to defeat the opponent, but he will use this flaw to force you to expose more flaws.

It's like playing chess, never taking risks to slaughter the dragon, but silently grasping a flaw, and then constantly forcing, making you lose the general trend without knowing it.

Therefore, this is a sword technique that is strong when it meets the strong.

Seeing Yan Shu flashed thoughts in his heart, but it was simple to break this sword. You only need to deal with it with upright and peaceful, or clumsy moves. As long as you don't take shortcuts, you won't expose your clumsiness.

"But Qian Shidi will definitely not choose such a way to break the move!"

Seeing Yan Shu understood Brother Qian Chen's personality very well.

Sure enough, facing this sword-asking force, Brother Qian Chen also gave an answer that matched his personality and persona.

Originally, his best answer should be a long knife suddenly sliding out of his sleeve, cutting with knife and sword, using both knife and sword, cutting out the three-knife, three-sword, three-divine skills that change the color of the world.

But at this time, Brother Qian Chen was playing Li Taibai with his unrestrained, romantic, and elegant side.

So he shook his wrist, and when the Affection Sword came out of the scabbard, it bloomed with indescribable brilliance, and what met this sword was a sword shadow like a rainbow...

"Do you not see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"

Cen Can chanted in a low voice subconsciously.

He He Zhizhang watched the sword light coming, but felt the sword momentum falling from the sky, carrying the vast and mighty spirit that swept across a thousand *li*, with magnificent momentum, pouring out.

This sword momentum is magnificent, but it is also clear and dusty, without a trace.

The sword light rises like the coming of the great river, unstoppable, falling like the going of the great river, irreversible. Between rising and falling, rolling back and forth, the vast sword Qi gathers into a long river, splitting the sky and breaking the clouds, rushing toward He He Zhizhang.

Su Jin, who was half-drunk and half-awake, saw the sword Qi long river falling from the sky, his eyes flashed with divine light, and he recovered most of his clarity. He pinched his fingers into a tactic with his right hand, and a faint and tough Buddha light appeared behind his head, protecting himself and the group of drinkers in the hall within the Buddha light.

But the sword Qi was like fine rain, entering every hole, passing through the hall where everyone was.

Every wisp of sword Qi was enough to split three layers of iron armor.

The extremely sharp sword Qi flexibly bypassed all obstacles, and the sword Qi lingered, turning a hundred times, and even touched the *qin* strings played by the female prostitute, making a unique and rhythmic sound.

This sword Qi long river could turn from virtual to real at any time.

It became the sword light stabbed by the Affection Sword!

"What a hidden sword method!"

"What a sword Qi long river!"

Facing this unbreakable, virtual-real long river of sword Qi, He He Zhizhang's eyes were very appreciative. This sword was magnificent and had a heart-shaking spirit. The long river of sword Qi was a wonderful combination of sword technique and illusion. The sword Qi was virtual and real, and it was the shadow reflected by the Affection Sword in the long river of time.

If He He Zhizhang's sword-asking style was a wonderful grasp of "reality," then Brother Qian Chen's sword was the ultimate imagination of "void."

"Supreme and gentle virtue, all things rely on it to be born. Always follow the thick load, flow and humble to change and full."

He He Zhizhang laughed loudly, and the infinite changes of the sword-asking style were born, and in his inadvertent moments, the best response changes were naturally born. The Xiping sharp weapon swung out rainbows in his hands, brilliant and bright, but also heavy and thick.

"Seven Sword Chapters of Sacrificing Earth and Hou Tu!"

Su Jin couldn't help but exclaim.

This sword came from the Seven Chapters of Sacrificing Earth and Hou Tu, which was the sacrificial music of the ancient great sacrifice, the supreme power of the ancient divine Dao created by the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

This ancient Heavenly Emperor was the later Jade Emperor.

Ancient ritual music represents the peak power of the divine Dao. After the Great Tang was founded and sacrificed to heaven and earth, it inherited the ancient ritual music and used it for the system.

The Seven Chapters of Sacrificing Earth and Hou Tu include Shunhe, Taihe, Suhe, Yonghe, Shouhe, and Fuhe.

Each chapter contains the infinite mysteries of the ancient divine Dao.

When the Emperor sacrifices, he uses Shunhe to welcome the gods, Taihe for the Emperor's travel, Suhe for laying jade and silk, Yonghe for welcoming the meat, Shouhe for the first offering, Fuhe for drinking blessings, Taihe for returning to the palace, and Shunhe for sending the gods.

After the Xiao Xie Xuan Emperor sacrificed to Hou Tu in the 13th year, he ordered He He Zhizhang to comprehend the ancient seven chapters and incorporate them into the ritual music of the Great Tang.

After three years of comprehension, He He Zhizhang broke through to the Yin Spirit.

He turned the ancient seven chapters into the Tang Chan Sheshou Music Chapter.

The Shunhe style in the Seven Sword Chapters of Sacrificing Earth and Hou Tu is issued in response to the changes of the spirit machine.

An irresistible force of True Qi was also emitted from the Xiping sword weapon, like a ring and a wall. Wherever the True Qi went, the vast sword Qi of the sword Qi long river disappeared without a trace.

The void is vast, the foundation is transformed, all things rely on the beginning, the five movements end the sky, the true spirit of the Qi, the president of the Kunyuan... This is the Shunhe style.

It contains the power of Hou Tu's tolerance and dissolution of all strange magic powers.

"Do you not see, the bright mirror in the high hall mourns the white hair, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening."

The sword light in Brother Qian Chen's hand turned around the next moment, and the sword Qi long river suddenly condensed into a sword, turning from virtual to real, turning the infinite weather of the long river falling from the sky into the passage of time, the most ruthless light and shadow.

Cen Can chanted in a low voice.

Witnessing this sword light, he felt ashamed, and only then did he know that his imitation did not get one-tenth of the essence of this sword.

During the last fight, his flying snow sword light was all broken by this sword, and he didn't see the changes after this set of sword techniques.

But He He Zhizhang's sword technique was far above Cen Can's.

This sword, Twilight Like Snow, did not break the Kunyuan momentum of the Shunhe style. Flying snow will disappear with the changes of the four seasons, while the earth stands tall and does not move, and will not be shaken by the passage of time.

Brother Qian Chen didn't know that this sword couldn't shake He He Zhizhang's Shunhe style.

But the two were not in a life-and-death duel, and He He Zhizhang just wanted to see the complete Green Lotus Sword Song · Bring in the Wine, so this sword, although unrestrained, had no killing intent.

Half is fighting, half is dancing together.

Cooperating with He He Zhizhang's Shunhe style, the sword technique responded, exchanging sword paths, and Brother Qian Chen could comprehend the Hou Tu spirit rhyme of the president of Kunyuan in He He Zhizhang's sword.

He He Zhizhang could also understand the sigh of the most ruthless light and shadow in Brother Qian Chen's sword!

"People who are proud must be happy, don't let the gold cup face the moon."

"The Yellow God is the God, I am the morning and night. Respectful and clean, not idle."

"Ritual with jade, recommend the thatch. Think of the descent, how can you be idle."

The sword light of Brother Qian Chen's sword pulled out from the ruthless light and shadow, and the unrestrained and free spirit in the Dao heart was transformed into wine, carried by the gold cup.

Wine is freedom, and the bright moon in the wine is a long-lived thought that is as vast as the bright moon and does not pass with the light and shadow.

In this sword, the two kinds of heart thoughts that countless cultivators seek—longevity and freedom—were brewed into wine and offered to He He Zhizhang.

The vast and eternal earth Hou Tu will not be moved by the freedom and longevity of the cultivator.

But He He Zhizhang, who carried this Hou Tu sword, could not let go of this sword that questioned the Dao heart.

He was slightly lost, and the Shunhe style in his hand turned into Suhe, seemingly telling the spectacular scene of the Xiao Xie Xuan Emperor's sacrifice, wearing the Emperor's crown, kneeling before the Earth God, praying for peace for the world.

This is the exchange of the two people's Dao hearts. He He Zhizhang understood the longevity and freedom reflected in Brother Qian Chen's sword, and Brother Qian Chen also saw the contradiction hidden deepest in He He Zhizhang's heart.

As a cultivator, he longed for longevity and freedom.

At the same time, he couldn't let go of the country, hometown, and this peaceful and prosperous age... He had both the envy of longevity and freedom, and the mission of opening peace for all generations.

The contradiction between the two is the obsession that he has been unable to break through to the Yang Spirit.

"Heaven gives me talent, it must be useful, and a thousand gold is scattered and returned."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is for fun, and you must drink three hundred cups."

"Cen Dan Fuzi, Dan Qiusheng, bring in the wine, don't stop the cup."

The long sword in Brother Qian Chen's hand didn't stop, and his unrestrained, heroic, and persistent spirit was expressed into sword lights. He operated the sword like a wheel, each move was wonderful, and the heart-shaking sword light crisscrossed within ten *zhang*, alarming every drinker in the hall.

Su Jin put his hands together, and a small Buddha light hung behind his head, but under this free sword light like mellow wine, it was defeated.

He had to smile bitterly, picked up the wine cup beside him, drank a cup of saint, shook his head and laughed: "This person is very narrow-minded, the sword laughs at my Zen heart, only in drunkenness love to escape Zen."

A beautiful young man, drunk and hazy, reached out to grab the gold cup in front of him, but reached out to empty it, rolled his eyes and said: "Chanting what kind of toasting song among a group of drunkards, who can refuse here?"

"Cunning! Cunning!"

Having said that, he stretched out a long waist and turned to continue lying down.

"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."

Brother Qian Chen's sword expressed his persistence. He told the prosperity of Chang'an he heard in his previous life, the long song of the Great Tang, the coming of all directions, the submission of all nations, the romantic and unrestrained scholars, and the heroic feelings of the martial generals.

The peace and joy of the people, the harmonious unity of all ethnic groups.

This prosperous and prosperous age! Like wine, it makes everyone intoxicated.

However, the iron cavalry broke the prosperity, the smoke and dust covered the singing and dancing, and a rebellion of An and Shi caused the Great Tang to sink. This joy, peace, peace, and prosperity were instantly overturned, and the people had the suffering of hanging upside down, and the living beings were charred.

This prosperous and flourishing golden age! It is like fine wine, intoxicating everyone.

When he stepped into this era, the foreign merchants who came from afar looked at the Divine Capital, admired Chang'an, and were as close as their hometown. The chivalrous people and common people in the city, although they had all kinds of red-dust troubles, were still peaceful and peaceful.

The prosperous Chang'an, the hundred schools of thought, the joy, bitterness, sadness, and frustration of the common people, are all a microcosm of this great era. The love, hate, and hatred of individuals turned into waves in the tide of the era and went away.

"I like this era!"

"Hate the disasters and tragedies that follow... So, I am willing to protect it!"

"Freedom is never heartless and desireless, but to break free from those various constraints, to be free and easy, to understand those constraints in the heart, which ones are what you really want. Then, bravely pursue them!"

Brother Qian Chen's Affection Sword suddenly rang, and in the sound of the sword, there was a deep affection that could not be told.

Affection sword, sacrifice the sword with affection!

In the sword light, the feelings of all living beings were merged together. This feeling is common, and can be understood and tolerated. This feeling is the nature of living beings, and only with affection can one be a living being.

Understand the feelings of all living beings.

Then you can understand such great love!

In the sound of the sword, Su Jin burst into tears and put his hands together: "Buddha is merciful!"

"The bell, drum, food, and jade are not expensive, I just want to be drunk and not want to wake up. Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names."

In the sword intent like mellow wine, Brother Qian Chen seemed to be intoxicated by the prosperity of Chang'an, but until he was drunk, he saw the surging undercurrents, the night fork and the demon king who killed people! The Chang'an array that was about to be destroyed! Many divine demons and demons in the temples! And the dignitaries of Chang'an who were fighting for power and profit, not knowing that the crisis had arrived!

These thoughts were clearly transmitted to the hearts of the people who were drunk with him in the prosperity of Chang'an.

At the end of the sword light, Brother Qian Chen asked with the sword—

"I want to save this Chang'an, protect this peaceful and prosperous age! Who will go with me?"

The layers of sword light questioned He He Zhizhang's original heart, and the Bring in the Wine chanted by Brother Qian Chen echoed in his ears:

"Chen Wang once feasted at Pingle, fighting wine ten thousand coins for fun. Why does the master say there is little money, just buy it and drink with you."

"Five-flower horse, thousand-gold fur, call the child to exchange for good wine..."

The last sword seemed to want to cut through the haze that was looming over Chang'an, calling the four directions of light to shine through!

The last chant was as firm as the sword light, shouting loudly: "Dispel the eternal sorrow with you!"

"Stop this Great Tang Wang Mojie!"

"The Great Tang is bright, heaven bestows ten thousand nations. The ancestors respond to the mandate, and the four sects follow."

"The extension is boundless, and the sect is of the same virtue. The great-grandson continues the inheritance, and enjoys the gods to the extreme."

He He Zhizhang's sword technique had danced to the Taihe chapter. When he withdrew his sword, he stumbled and almost fell, appearing to be drunk and unbalanced, but in fact, he was shocked in his heart. For a long time, he looked up and sighed: "The Great Tang is bright, heaven bestows ten thousand nations..."

"Good poem! Good sword!" He He Zhizhang raised his eyebrows and said: "Is the benefactor a banished immortal from heaven?"

"Cen Dan Fuzi, it should be this Cen Cen Canjun, but who is Dan Qiusheng?" Su Jin looked up and asked with a smile.

Cen Can was a bit surprised, looking at Brother Qian Chen's eyes with some touch, obviously not expecting Brother Qian Chen to really treat him as a friend. Brother Qian Chen heard this expected question and threw a look at Seeing Yan Shu.

Seeing Yan Shu had to explain with a hard scalp: "My Dao name is Dan Qi Qiuzi!"

He felt a bit depressed in his heart: "My master didn't give me a Dao name, why does Qian Shidi always throw some strange Dao names at me. Sometimes he says I should be called Chixia, sometimes he makes up a Dan Qiusheng for no reason!"

Su Jin laughed loudly: "I thought you also knew Yuan Danqiu!"

He He Zhizhang was not as broad-minded as Su Jin, and his obsession with the Great Tang was heavier.

A nameless person suddenly used a sword to tell him about the thousand-year demon calamity that Chang'an and the Great Tang would face. The spirit machine and true feelings in the sword could not be faked, and He He Zhizhang didn't know whether to believe it or not.

He wanted to laugh it off, laughing at this nonsense.

But the scene of living beings being charred and the Great Tang sinking in that sword made him dare not laugh it off.

This was half a joke and half a question.

If he were not a banished immortal from heaven, how could he boast that he came to save the Great Tang?

He He Zhizhang hesitated deeply, staring at Brother Qian Chen and said: "This is not enough, far from convincing me!"

Brother Qian Chen silently showed a small seal in his palm. This was Master Sima Master Sima Zhiwei's Zhang Tian Shi Dharma Seal.

He He Zhizhang recognized this seal. He was also a member of the Daoist sect, and had resigned from the Emperor several times, asking to return to his hometown to cultivate, but was retained by the Emperor. How could he not recognize the Dharma Seal of the contemporary Zhang Tian Shi?

His body swayed slightly, and he said with difficulty: "Still not enough!"

"It's already enough! He Shi!" A voice familiar to several people came from outside the hall. Li Mi stepped into the hall and said to Brother Qian Chen: "Brother Taibai, I went to see the Crown Prince this morning. And went to Great Ming Palace... His Majesty didn't see me!"

"I asked the Crown Prince, the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo is not only a supreme position, but also has a spiritual treasure as a symbol of the position. This spiritual treasure disappeared when Li Li Linfu was killed!"

"His Majesty is not the real Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo!"

"I borrowed the Crown Prince's men to investigate the news of Luoyang. Last night, Zhang Guo rode a donkey into White Horse Temple. In the White Horse Dharma Realm, the Dao and Buddhist families had a fierce conflict. Zhang Guo wanted to kill the demons in the temple, but was blocked by the high monks of the Buddhist sect in Luoyang!"

"Chang'an and Luoyang... are all in danger!"

He He Zhizhang saw this younger generation he admired very much, so straightforward, and found it even harder to make up his mind. His heart was in chaos.

At this time, the Zhang Tian Shi Dharma Seal in Brother Qian Chen's palm suddenly shone brightly.

The voice of Master Sima Master Sima Zhiwei came from inside. He seemed to be injured, his breath was insufficient, and he said in a weak voice: "Fellow Daoist Li! An Lushan has reached the peak of Yang Spirit, refined into an immortal divine demon body, and is about to prove the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo. I was seriously injured by him and defeated!"

"Once the Nine You Rift is broken, An Lushan may prove the Primordial Spirit at any time!"

"He is the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo we are looking for!"

"Exhaust the power of the righteous path, kill Lushan, kill Lushan, kill Lushan!"

Brother Qian Chen held the Zhang Tian Shi Dharma Seal with his backhand and put the small seal into his sleeve. He He Zhizhang fell into a deep silence. For a long time, he suddenly took off the gold turtle bag at his waist and said: "Take the old man's gold turtle bag, and my old friends in Chang'an will give you some face!"

"Wu Wu Daoxuan!" He He Zhizhang shouted.

A confused response came from the back hall: "He He Jian!"

He He Zhizhang said to Brother Qian Chen: "He is in the back hall, go call him yourself!" Having said that, He He Zhizhang turned back and looked at the drinking friends in the hall, Su Jin, Zhang Xu, Jiao Sui, Li Shizhi, Prince Prince Ruyang, and Cui Cui Zongzhi.

Several people nodded slightly.

He He Zhizhang bowed and bid farewell to everyone, and Brother Qian Chen went straight into the back hall with Seeing Yan Shu and the others... ===== CHAPTER 197 =====

He He Zhizhang said to Brother Qian Chen, "He is in the back hall; go wake him yourself!" Having said this, He He Zhizhang turned his head to glance at the group of drinking companions in the hall: Su Jin, Zhang Xu, Jiao Sui, Li Shizhi, the Prince of Prince Ruyang, and Cui Cui Zongzhi.

All of them nodded slightly.

He He Zhizhang cupped his hands and said, "If that day truly arrives, I hope you will all notify me. We all have the heart to face the disaster together!"

The six immortals in the hall stood up tall and stood behind He He Zhizhang.

Brother Qian Chen sheathed his sword, cupped his hands to bid farewell to everyone, and went straight into the back hall with Seeing Yan Shu and the others...