The dream of an immortal could last for a thousand years. Unknowingly, Ding Yuan had been facing the wall in the Enlightenment Cave for more than two years. He watched as the flowers and trees on the Black Rock Cliff withered and flourished again. His height had also quietly surpassed Ah Niu.
With Ding Yuan's personality, it was impossible for him to stay in this empty Black Rock Cliff for more than two years. Fortunately, he had Ji Xueyan to visit him from time to time and Zeng Shan to play with him every day, so his days were not stuffy. Sometimes, Ding Yuan even felt that this place was more lively than the Black Bamboo Pavilion.
Moreover, Ding Yuan had benefited greatly from the vast amount of ink left behind by the sages carved on the stone walls. Whenever he had free time, he would wander around the Siwu Cave to seek enlightenment of the profound meaning of the stone inscriptions. Over the past two years, Ding Yuan had comprehended about 50 - 60% of the stone inscriptions, while the rest were either too profound or too difficult to comprehend.
If it was someone else, even if they had wisdom that surpassed Ding Yuan, they might not be able to comprehend more than him. This was undoubtedly due to the Immortal Danyan's teaching of Ding Yuan back then, which made him have to think about it alone when he learned the first line of the Nine Songs of Cuiwei.
More than half a year ago, Ding Yuan had successfully passed the Water Tribulation and broke through the fifth level of the Green Mountains Mantra. Not only did his primordial spirit gradually take shape, it was one foot tall and looked like a child. He could even ride a sword for thousands of miles and travel the seven seas. Reaching the state of Zhizhu in five years of cultivation was not unique in the Emerald Cloud Sect, but it could be counted on one's fingers. With Zeng Shan's knowledge, he could only remember that there were only three people in Emerald Cloud Sect who had achieved this feat less than a thousand years ago. The most recent one could be traced back to Immortal Guan Xing, one of the top ten experts of Lu Zhengdao more than five hundred years ago.
The Immortal Danyan had already taught him a set of the Thirty-six Forms of Azure Billow, and Ding Yuan had also learned most of the Eighteen Swords of Flying Waterfall. He could even draw inferences from one instance and comprehend the sword techniques of the various schools of the Heavenly Continent by analogy. Although the old Taoist priest did not say it, he was pleasantly surprised by Ding Yuan's strong comprehension and fast cultivation.
Currently, Ding Yuan and Ji Xueyan could fight to a draw, but Ji Xueyan had to go all out and not hold back, unlike the half-real and half-fake sword play she had with Ding Yuan back then.
Ji Xueyan had obtained Zeng Shan's permission and had the Purple Jade Immortal Token to open the way, so she no longer needed to be as cautious as before and sneak over. She would come to the Enlightenment Cave to meet Ding Yuan almost every few days under the pretext of learning from Zeng Shan. If it wasn't for the strict supervision of Ji Lan and his wife, and Ji Bietian's special care for this precious granddaughter, Ji Xueyan would probably come here every day.
These days, Ding Yuan and Zeng Shan had played all sorts of tricks, but not only did they not lose their will to play with things, but they also greatly benefited Ding Yuan's cultivation. For example, the hide-and-seek that Zeng Shan often played with him had unknowingly trained Ding Yuan's Lightness Skill and stealth skills. Also, that stone bullet not only allowed Ding Yuan to learn a hidden weapon technique, but also allowed him to understand and use various qi circulation techniques in the game.
Seeing that the weather was getting colder and the northern geese were flying south, the old and young began to fight again. Although Ding Yuan couldn't catch up to Zeng Shan's age, he lost more than he won in cricket fights. Today, Zeng Shan caught a huge cricket in the Pinnacle Valley. The next morning, he couldn't wait to challenge Ding Yuan.
Ding Yuan sized up the cricket and chuckled.""Oldman Zeng, I advise you to forget about it. Although your cricket looks ferocious, its grade is too low. It's just an embroidered pillow that looks good but is useless. It's definitely not a match for me, Purple Back Heavenly King.”
"Who said that?" Zeng Shan asked, unconvinced. I, Marshal Iron Bow, fought five rounds in a row last night. None of the crickets I raised in the past were a match for me. This time, I will definitely win against you!"
Ding Yuan shook his head." I'm afraid you'll be disappointed again. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals you raised in the past are all useless. It's not a big deal even if you win." Although this Iron Bow Marshal is much stronger than those crickets, he is still no match for Purple Back Heavenly King.”
Zeng Shan placed the cricket basin on the stone table, blew his beard, and glared."What's the big deal with just talking? Why don't you take out your 'Inferior Heavenly King' and fight three hundred rounds?”
"It's the Purple-backed Heavenly King!" Ding Yuan corrected.”
Zeng Shan said impatiently,"Who cares about the Heavenly King or the Earth King? Let's fight it out first." Today, I will definitely vent my anger!"
Ding Yuan found Zeng Shan's aggressive look funny. He took out the cricket basin containing the Purple-backed Heavenly King from under the stone bed and said,""It's fine to fight. I'm just afraid that you'll cry when you lose.”
Zeng Shan laughed and said,"Kid, you're the one who's going to cry today!"”As he spoke, he carefully placed his Iron Bow Marshal into Ding Yuan's cricket basin, and took out some velvet grass to tease the cricket.
Who knew that the moment Iron Bow entered the basin, he didn't even wait for Zeng Shan to tease him with the velvet grass before he glared at Purple Back Heavenly King.
The Purple-backed Heavenly King was obviously smaller than his opponent, but his head was big and his neck was thick. His entire body was black and suffused with a faint purple light. Seeing that an uninvited guest had suddenly arrived in his territory, he was shocked at first, but then he welcomed him without fear.
The two crickets were a few steps away from each other, sizing up each other. They seemed to know that they had met a strong opponent, so they were not in a hurry to attack. In the end, Marshal Iron Bow relied on his sturdy body to turn the tables, flapping his wings and letting out a clear and loud cry to demonstrate his strength.
"How is it?" Zeng Shan said happily,"My Iron Bow Marshal can't be wrong.”
"It hasn't started yet, so why don't you brag?" Ding Yuan smiled confidently.”
As expected, Purple-back Heavenly King did not show any weakness in the face of such a huge creature. He also flapped his wings and revealed a pair of sharp white fangs.
After the two crickets were done, Iron Bow was the first to attack. He charged towards Purple Back Heavenly King and bit down with his fangs. The Purple-Back Heavenly King fought back and continued to fight with his opponent. After a few rounds, no one had the upper hand.
In terms of strength and physique, Zeng Shan's Iron Bow Marshal was superior. However, Purple-back Heavenly King's dexterity and speed were not as good as his opponent's. Both sides had their own strengths and weaknesses. A soul-stirring battle unfolded in the cricket basin.
Zeng Shan was short, so he could only squat on the chair and put his hands on the stone table. He stretched his head forward and stuck it on the cricket basin. He watched the fight without blinking. He was even more nervous than when he went into battle himself. As he watched the battle, he continued to cheer for his Iron Bow Marshal. In the end, he even promised that he would treat him to meat if he won.
Perhaps the Iron Bow Marshal understood Zeng Shan's words, the more he fought, the braver he became, slowly closing in on Purple Back Heavenly King. After a few more exchanges, Iron Bow finally gained the upper hand, forcing Purple Back Heavenly King to retreat.
Zeng Shan was in high spirits, he kept banging his fists on the table, his voice almost hoarse from shouting. Ding Yuan was still calm and collected, not anxious at all.
Suddenly, Purple-Back Heavenly King seemed to know that he was no match for him and turned to leave. Iron Bow's eyes were red from killing, so how could he let it go? He immediately chased after him, his wings letting out the cry of victory.
Seeing that his cricket was about to win, Zeng Shan glanced at Ding Yuan triumphantly and laughed."Brat, you have nothing to say this time, right?”
"Oldman Zeng, don't worry." Ding Yuan smiled. Now that the outcome had not been decided, it was still uncertain who would win.”
"It seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin," Zeng Shan said in high spirits.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the cricket basin suddenly changed. Purple-back Heavenly King, who had been retreating, suddenly turned around. His sharp fangs bared at Iron Bow Marshal's head.
Marshal Iron Bow thought that victory was in his grasp and was chasing after him arrogantly. He didn't expect his opponent to turn around and counterattack, revealing his trump card. His neck was caught off guard by the sharp teeth of the Purple-backed Heavenly King. He struggled desperately in pain and resisted desperately.
Zeng Shan didn't expect the situation to change so drastically in the blink of an eye. He stared at the cricket pot with his eyes wide open. The smug smile on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by incomparable nervousness. His hands gripped the edge of the stone table tightly as he shouted,"Come on, Marshal Iron Bow, bite that caterpillar!”
However, Marshal Iron Bow didn't have the strength to do so. No matter how much he struggled, Purple Back Heavenly King suppressed him and vented his anger.
Marshal Iron Bow struggled free with great difficulty, but his fighting spirit was completely gone. He didn't dare to fight anymore and turned around to flee desperately in the basin. This time, it was Purple-back Heavenly King's turn to chase after them. The two crickets ran around the edge of the basin, one in front and the other behind. In the blink of an eye, they had run several rounds.
Zeng Shan shook his head and sighed, but he still had a tiny bit of hope that Iron Bow Marshal would turn back like Purple Back Heavenly King.
Unfortunately, Iron Bow had really suffered a crushing defeat this time and no longer had any courage left. Seeing that Purple-backed Heavenly King was chasing after him, it jumped out of the basin and landed on the ground.
Purple-back Heavenly King didn't want to give up, he jumped out of the basin and chased after him.
Zeng Shan jumped down from his chair and went to catch Iron Bow Marshal. Ding Yuan also rushed to catch Purple Back Heavenly King.
Iron Bow General panicked and didn't know where to go. He hid under the stone table and jumped out from the other side. He was caught by Zeng Shan who was guarding there. On the other side, the Purple-backed Heavenly King had also chased into the stone table. Ding Yuan's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He ducked under the table and reached out to cover the cricket.
Zeng Shan placed Marshal Iron Bow into the basin he brought. Seeing that he was still in shock, he pitied him,""Baby, don't be afraid. I'll treat you to a big meal later.”
Suddenly, she heard Ding Yuan exclaim in surprise under the table."Oldman Zeng, look! There's a stone inscription on the back of this table!”
Ceng Shan was startled. He had faced the wall in the Enlightenment Cave for five years back then, and it could be said that he had studied and searched every corner of the cave. Otherwise, how could he have killed that boring time? However, he did not expect that someone would actually carve Si Wu's thoughts on the back of the stone table. Hence, he covered the cricket basin and asked curiously,""See if there's an inscription. Who's better at hiding things than me, to actually carve things in that sh * tty place?”
Ding Yuan looked at it roughly and replied,"There's no signature. It's just some strange, crooked lines and patterns. They're even uglier than yours.”
Zeng Shan's curiosity was piqued, and he also crawled under the table. He bumped heads with Ding Yuan, their feet touching, and looked up to size him up.
Sure enough, on the back of the rough stone table, someone had used his fingers to carve a dense number of white lines. There were also a number of obscure patterns beside them. Zeng Shan looked at it for a moment and did not understand. He scratched his white hair and muttered,"What is this? It seems to be a qi cultivation technique.”
"I think it's more like a sword technique." Ding Yuan shook his head.”
Zeng Shan said," From the looks of it, the person who carved these things must have had a sudden inspiration like me. He didn't have time to find a place under this table and simply carved them on the back of the stone table." He didn't carve it on the ground because he was afraid that it would be worn down by someone's shoes when they weren't paying attention, and it would be a waste of his effort.”
Ding Yuan reached out and stroked a wavy line on the corner of the table."Oldman Zeng, what does this look like?”
Zeng Shan looked at it for a long time but still couldn't get the gist. He snorted and said,"Who knows what this bullsh * t thing is drawing? It can't be a Five Finger Mountain, right?”
The two of them were shocked at the same time. They looked at each other and shouted in unison,"It's a finger!"
Zeng Shan's expression became solemn. He took a deep breath and said,""If I remember correctly, this posture is very likely to be the 'Disorder Conquering Formula' that has been lost in our sect for many years and is only limited to the legends!”
"The Art of Conquering Chaos?" Ding Yuan asked.”
Zeng Shan nodded and sighed." Most people think that the Emerald Clouds Sect has 70 sword scriptures. They don't know that about 600 years ago, our sect's extraordinary talent, Reverend Sanjin, created the Armageddon Conquering Formula, which is above the three high-grade sword scriptures. It was this Art of Disorder that had killed the four demonic experts in the battle of the righteous path and the demonic path, making him famous. Unfortunately, Daoist San Jin was also seriously injured in this battle and passed away, so he didn't leave behind the key points of the Art of Conquering Chaos for future generations. Thus, this world-shaking Art of Disorder was like a flash in the pan, following Daoist Master San Jin's immortal departure and never again appearing in the mortal world. The sect was lost as a result, causing it to become extinct.”
"Oldman Zeng, are you sure?" Ding Yuan asked in surprise.”
Zeng Shan shook his head and said,"It can't be wrong. Before the Righteous Dao and Demon Dao battle, Daoist Master Sanjin once faced the wall in this Siwu Cave for twenty-six years. As soon as he came out of the cave, he became famous in the Heaven Continent with the Art of Disorder.”He pointed at another curve under the wavy stripes and said,""Look, this is the left hand sword gesture of the Disorder Subduing Secrets.”
Ding Yuan looked at it carefully. He could not care less about the Purple-backed Heavenly King anymore. He followed the second curve and clasped his ring and pinky fingers with his big finger. His middle finger was bent over his big finger, leaving only his index finger standing straight. He asked,"Is that it?"
Zeng Shan stretched out his hand and placed Ding Yuan's index fingers on his left and right hands together, placing them in front of his chest.""That's it. After Daoist Master Sanjin left, the elders of the sect had also searched for clues, hoping to recover the Art of Disorder. Unfortunately, he could only remember the posture of the sword technique. He couldn't figure out anything else, especially the circulation of true qi and the sword control mantra. There were also people who had searched through Daoist San Jin's belongings and the places he had lived in, including the Comprehension Cave, but they still couldn't find anything. Who would have thought that Reverend San Jin would actually leave behind his life's work here? Today, I was accidentally discovered by you. It can really be said to be heaven's will. Could it be that the heavens want to revive my Emerald Cloud Sect?”
"Oldman Zeng," Ding Yuan retracted his finger and said,"You mean the Armistice Formula is so magical that it's unrivaled?"”
Zeng Shan chuckled,"This time you're not going to say that I'm bragging?" Although my Emerald Cloud Sect is one of the seven great sword sects in the continent, our reputation and attainments are still a little inferior to the three Holy Lands. The key point was not that the sect did not have outstanding talents, but that their attainments in immortal cultivation were slightly inferior. Although the Green Cloud Demon Repulsing Art, Green Mist Demon Restraining Art, and Purple Qi Pilgrimage Art of the Green Cloud Sect were mysterious and unpredictable, they were still slightly inferior to the three Holy Lands, especially the Heavenly One Pavilion, which was known for its sword. However, I dare to say that this Disorder Subduing Art is not inferior to the Cloud Birth Water Rising Art of the Heavenly Pavilion! If the Art of Conquering Chaos did not dare to claim to be the number one sword control technique in the Heavenly Continent, no one else would dare to make such a bold claim!”
Ding Yuan could not help but feel excited, but he still could not find a word under the table. He could not help but ask,"Oldman Zeng, if this is really the heart technique of the Disorder Subduing Formula, why didn't it leave behind the sword control mantra?”
"I'm not Daoist Master Sanjin, how would I know what's going on?" Ceng Shan replied unhappily. If you really want to know, you might as well go and ask him. By the way, please send my regards to him.”
Ding Yuan was not angry. He chuckled and said,"So you still don't understand anything after all this trouble. If you ask me, even if this is the Disorder Subduing Secret Art left behind by Daoist Master Sanjin, it is most likely a part that has not been completely comprehended. Even if you and I were to figure it out, it would be useless without the Sword Control Mantra.”
This was true. The art of sword control was profound and intricate, and not an ordinary person could comprehend and master it. Not only did it require a high level of zhenqi cultivation, but it also needed to be matched with a sword scripture, circulating martial arts, and using the sword control mantra to drive the immortal sword, so that it could become one with its master's spirituality and form the immortal heart according to the Heavenly Dao.
All of the above were indispensable. Without the sword scripture, one could not control the immortal sword, and without the heart technique, one could not make the immortal sword move freely in the clouds. This was like a boat sailing on the sea, and the sails and rudders were both effective. However, if there was no Sword Control Mantra that allowed the immortal sword to communicate with its owner and echo each other, it would be the same as the ship losing its captain. No matter how complete the facilities were, it would be useless.
Zeng Shan's eyes darted around the table to look for new clues as he replied,""That's why you don't understand. Daoist San Jin must have fully comprehended this Art of Conquering Chaos in the Cave of Enlightenment, otherwise how could he have killed four demons in a row in the Righteous Demon Battle? Unless he didn't leave any words behind, he must be here!”
"Where is it?" Ding Yuan asked as he lay under the table with his hands on the pillow.
Zeng Shan punched Ding Yuan and said,"Get up quickly, kid. Help me search again."”
Ding Yuan suddenly let out an "ah" sound. His eyes were fixed on the top, and he did not move as if he was possessed. Zeng Shan was stunned." What tricks are you playing again? Don't say that I've beaten you silly with a punch that's lighter than tofu."”
Ding Yuan ignored Zeng Shan's joke and said excitedly,""Oldman Zeng, lie down and take a look!”
Zeng Shan muttered in confusion,"So what if I lie down? Flowers haven't grown on this stone table."?”Even though he said that, he still lay down on the ground like Ding Yuan and looked up at the back of the stone table.
When he saw it, his heart was shaken and he couldn't control his excitement! It turned out that the various patterns engraved on the back of the stone table seemed to be in a mess, but they coincidentally formed two large characters. Upon closer inspection, they were "Suppress the rebellion"!
Ding Yuan's gaze was locked onto the stone table. He vaguely felt that the two words seemed to come alive, radiating with a vast and peaceful aura. A strand of King Path Sword Qi was formed from his heart and shot into the sky. The lines seemed to be speaking to him, melding with Ding Yuan's soul and echoing from afar.
Like Ding Yuan, Zeng Shan did not say anything at first, but stared at the word " quell chaos " for half an incense stick of time. Suddenly, he let out a wild cry of joy, flipped over and pressed on Ding Yuan's body, grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently, shouting repeatedly,""Suppress the chaos, it's just pacify the chaos! We found the sword control mantra!"
Ding Yuan was also happy, but he smiled bitterly and said,"Oldman Zeng, can you stop shaking me?”
Zeng Shan stopped and rubbed Ding Yuan's shoulders in embarrassment.""I was too excited, only today did I understand that Daoist San Jin must have been worried about the demonic path being rampant and the righteous path weakening. Therefore, he had a feeling in his heart and uttered the words 'quell chaos.' From this, he created the art of quelling chaos, this extraordinary sword control technique!”
Ding Yuan was in a good mood and didn't care that the old man was still sitting on him, drooling. He smiled and said,"Don't be too proud yet. It's not certain whether this is the case. Moreover, we haven't comprehended the Art of Disorder Subduing's cultivation method.”
Zeng Shan got down from Ding Yuan's body and lay down again.""We've already found the mantra and the sword technique. He pointed at the third vertical line under the sword scripture pattern and said,""There is a dot at the bottom of this line, which should be the dantian of the sword wielder. From this dantian, there were three virtual and two real lines shooting out. The real line was advancing, and the virtual line was retreating. Wasn't this demonstrating the method of qi circulation?”
Ding Yuan pondered for a moment and nodded."It should be like this. So these lines and patterns are all demonstrating the circulation method of the Disorder Subduing Formula. From top to bottom, from right to left, until the last pattern, it is exactly one cycle. However, we still need to slowly comprehend the various changes. I'm afraid it won't be possible without a few months of effort.”
Zeng Shan laughed and patted Ding Yuan's shoulder.""Back then, Daoist San Jin didn't just use a few months to create the Disorder Subduing Art? It would be a great fortune if we could understand it in a few months.”
"Oldman Zeng, I think your cultivation isn't inferior to Daoist Master Sanjin's. Why don't you create a sword technique yourself?" Ding Yuan said with a smile.”
"What do you know, kid?" Zeng Shan chuckled."Creating a sword scripture is not that easy." Other than cultivation, comprehension, perseverance, and luck were all indispensable. When you reach my age, if you can create a fist and a half kick, you'll be called a grandmaster.”
"That's not necessarily true!" Ding Yuan said unwillingly.”
Suddenly, he heard the chirping of a cricket from the corner of the table. He focused his eyes and saw that it was his Purple-backed Heavenly King who couldn't stand the loneliness and was making a ruckus.
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The dream of an immortal could last for a thousand years. Unknowingly, Ding Yuan had been facing the wall in the Enlightenment Cave for more than two years. He watched as the flowers and trees on the Black Rock Cliff withered and flourished again. His height had also quietly surpassed Ah Niu.
With Ding Yuan's personality, it was impossible for him to stay in this empty Black Rock Cliff for more than two years. Fortunately, he had Ji Xueyan to visit him from time to time and Zeng Shan to play with him every day, so his days were not stuffy. Sometimes, Ding Yuan even felt that this place was more lively than the Black Bamboo Pavilion.
Moreover, Ding Yuan had benefited greatly from the vast amount of ink left behind by the sages carved on the stone walls. Whenever he had free time, he would wander around the Siwu Cave to seek enlightenment of the profound meaning of the stone inscriptions. Over the past two years, Ding Yuan had comprehended about 50 - 60% of the stone inscriptions, while the rest were either too profound or too difficult to comprehend.
If it was someone else, even if they had wisdom that surpassed Ding Yuan, they might not be able to comprehend more than him. This was undoubtedly due to the Immortal Danyan's teaching of Ding Yuan back then, which made him have to think about it alone when he learned the first line of the Nine Songs of Cuiwei.
More than half a year ago, Ding Yuan had successfully passed the Water Tribulation and broke through the fifth level of the Green Mountains Mantra. Not only did his primordial spirit gradually take shape, it was one foot tall and looked like a child. He could even ride a sword for thousands of miles and travel the seven seas. Reaching the state of Zhizhu in five years of cultivation was not unique in the Emerald Cloud Sect, but it could be counted on one's fingers. With Zeng Shan's knowledge, he could only remember that there were only three people in Emerald Cloud Sect who had achieved this feat less than a thousand years ago. The most recent one could be traced back to Immortal Guan Xing, one of the top ten experts of Lu Zhengdao more than five hundred years ago.
The Immortal Danyan had already taught him a set of the Thirty-six Forms of Azure Billow, and Ding Yuan had also learned most of the Eighteen Swords of Flying Waterfall. He could even draw inferences from one instance and comprehend the sword techniques of the various schools of the Heavenly Continent by analogy. Although the old Taoist priest did not say it, he was pleasantly surprised by Ding Yuan's strong comprehension and fast cultivation.
Currently, Ding Yuan and Ji Xueyan could fight to a draw, but Ji Xueyan had to go all out and not hold back, unlike the half-real and half-fake sword play she had with Ding Yuan back then.
Ji Xueyan had obtained Zeng Shan's permission and had the Purple Jade Immortal Token to open the way, so she no longer needed to be as cautious as before and sneak over. She would come to the Enlightenment Cave to meet Ding Yuan almost every few days under the pretext of learning from Zeng Shan. If it wasn't for the strict supervision of Ji Lan and his wife, and Ji Bietian's special care for this precious granddaughter, Ji Xueyan would probably come here every day.
These days, Ding Yuan and Zeng Shan had played all sorts of tricks, but not only did they not lose their will to play with things, but they also greatly benefited Ding Yuan's cultivation. For example, the hide-and-seek that Zeng Shan often played with him had unknowingly trained Ding Yuan's Lightness Skill and stealth skills. Also, that stone bullet not only allowed Ding Yuan to learn a hidden weapon technique, but also allowed him to understand and use various qi circulation techniques in the game.
Seeing that the weather was getting colder and the northern geese were flying south, the old and young began to fight again. Although Ding Yuan couldn't catch up to Zeng Shan's age, he lost more than he won in cricket fights. Today, Zeng Shan caught a huge cricket in the Pinnacle Valley. The next morning, he couldn't wait to challenge Ding Yuan.
Ding Yuan sized up the cricket and chuckled.""Oldman Zeng, I advise you to forget about it. Although your cricket looks ferocious, its grade is too low. It's just an embroidered pillow that looks good but is useless. It's definitely not a match for me, Purple Back Heavenly King.”
"Who said that?" Zeng Shan asked, unconvinced. I, Marshal Iron Bow, fought five rounds in a row last night. None of the crickets I raised in the past were a match for me. This time, I will definitely win against you!"
Ding Yuan shook his head." I'm afraid you'll be disappointed again. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals you raised in the past are all useless. It's not a big deal even if you win." Although this Iron Bow Marshal is much stronger than those crickets, he is still no match for Purple Back Heavenly King.”
Zeng Shan placed the cricket basin on the stone table, blew his beard, and glared."What's the big deal with just talking? Why don't you take out your 'Inferior Heavenly King' and fight three hundred rounds?”
"It's the Purple-backed Heavenly King!" Ding Yuan corrected.”
Zeng Shan said impatiently,"Who cares about the Heavenly King or the Earth King? Let's fight it out first." Today, I will definitely vent my anger!"
Ding Yuan found Zeng Shan's aggressive look funny. He took out the cricket basin containing the Purple-backed Heavenly King from under the stone bed and said,""It's fine to fight. I'm just afraid that you'll cry when you lose.”
Zeng Shan laughed and said,"Kid, you're the one who's going to cry today!"”As he spoke, he carefully placed his Iron Bow Marshal into Ding Yuan's cricket basin, and took out some velvet grass to tease the cricket.
Who knew that the moment Iron Bow entered the basin, he didn't even wait for Zeng Shan to tease him with the velvet grass before he glared at Purple Back Heavenly King.
The Purple-backed Heavenly King was obviously smaller than his opponent, but his head was big and his neck was thick. His entire body was black and suffused with a faint purple light. Seeing that an uninvited guest had suddenly arrived in his territory, he was shocked at first, but then he welcomed him without fear.
The two crickets were a few steps away from each other, sizing up each other. They seemed to know that they had met a strong opponent, so they were not in a hurry to attack. In the end, Marshal Iron Bow relied on his sturdy body to turn the tables, flapping his wings and letting out a clear and loud cry to demonstrate his strength.
"How is it?" Zeng Shan said happily,"My Iron Bow Marshal can't be wrong.”
"It hasn't started yet, so why don't you brag?" Ding Yuan smiled confidently.”
As expected, Purple-back Heavenly King did not show any weakness in the face of such a huge creature. He also flapped his wings and revealed a pair of sharp white fangs.
After the two crickets were done, Iron Bow was the first to attack. He charged towards Purple Back Heavenly King and bit down with his fangs. The Purple-Back Heavenly King fought back and continued to fight with his opponent. After a few rounds, no one had the upper hand.
In terms of strength and physique, Zeng Shan's Iron Bow Marshal was superior. However, Purple-back Heavenly King's dexterity and speed were not as good as his opponent's. Both sides had their own strengths and weaknesses. A soul-stirring battle unfolded in the cricket basin.
Zeng Shan was short, so he could only squat on the chair and put his hands on the stone table. He stretched his head forward and stuck it on the cricket basin. He watched the fight without blinking. He was even more nervous than when he went into battle himself. As he watched the battle, he continued to cheer for his Iron Bow Marshal. In the end, he even promised that he would treat him to meat if he won.
Perhaps the Iron Bow Marshal understood Zeng Shan's words, the more he fought, the braver he became, slowly closing in on Purple Back Heavenly King. After a few more exchanges, Iron Bow finally gained the upper hand, forcing Purple Back Heavenly King to retreat.
Zeng Shan was in high spirits, he kept banging his fists on the table, his voice almost hoarse from shouting. Ding Yuan was still calm and collected, not anxious at all.
Suddenly, Purple-Back Heavenly King seemed to know that he was no match for him and turned to leave. Iron Bow's eyes were red from killing, so how could he let it go? He immediately chased after him, his wings letting out the cry of victory.
Seeing that his cricket was about to win, Zeng Shan glanced at Ding Yuan triumphantly and laughed."Brat, you have nothing to say this time, right?”
"Oldman Zeng, don't worry." Ding Yuan smiled. Now that the outcome had not been decided, it was still uncertain who would win.”
"It seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin," Zeng Shan said in high spirits.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the cricket basin suddenly changed. Purple-back Heavenly King, who had been retreating, suddenly turned around. His sharp fangs bared at Iron Bow Marshal's head.
Marshal Iron Bow thought that victory was in his grasp and was chasing after him arrogantly. He didn't expect his opponent to turn around and counterattack, revealing his trump card. His neck was caught off guard by the sharp teeth of the Purple-backed Heavenly King. He struggled desperately in pain and resisted desperately.
Zeng Shan didn't expect the situation to change so drastically in the blink of an eye. He stared at the cricket pot with his eyes wide open. The smug smile on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by incomparable nervousness. His hands gripped the edge of the stone table tightly as he shouted,"Come on, Marshal Iron Bow, bite that caterpillar!”
However, Marshal Iron Bow didn't have the strength to do so. No matter how much he struggled, Purple Back Heavenly King suppressed him and vented his anger.
Marshal Iron Bow struggled free with great difficulty, but his fighting spirit was completely gone. He didn't dare to fight anymore and turned around to flee desperately in the basin. This time, it was Purple-back Heavenly King's turn to chase after them. The two crickets ran around the edge of the basin, one in front and the other behind. In the blink of an eye, they had run several rounds.
Zeng Shan shook his head and sighed, but he still had a tiny bit of hope that Iron Bow Marshal would turn back like Purple Back Heavenly King.
Unfortunately, Iron Bow had really suffered a crushing defeat this time and no longer had any courage left. Seeing that Purple-backed Heavenly King was chasing after him, it jumped out of the basin and landed on the ground.
Purple-back Heavenly King didn't want to give up, he jumped out of the basin and chased after him.
Zeng Shan jumped down from his chair and went to catch Iron Bow Marshal. Ding Yuan also rushed to catch Purple Back Heavenly King.
Iron Bow General panicked and didn't know where to go. He hid under the stone table and jumped out from the other side. He was caught by Zeng Shan who was guarding there. On the other side, the Purple-backed Heavenly King had also chased into the stone table. Ding Yuan's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He ducked under the table and reached out to cover the cricket.
Zeng Shan placed Marshal Iron Bow into the basin he brought. Seeing that he was still in shock, he pitied him,""Baby, don't be afraid. I'll treat you to a big meal later.”
Suddenly, she heard Ding Yuan exclaim in surprise under the table."Oldman Zeng, look! There's a stone inscription on the back of this table!”
Ceng Shan was startled. He had faced the wall in the Enlightenment Cave for five years back then, and it could be said that he had studied and searched every corner of the cave. Otherwise, how could he have killed that boring time? However, he did not expect that someone would actually carve Si Wu's thoughts on the back of the stone table. Hence, he covered the cricket basin and asked curiously,""See if there's an inscription. Who's better at hiding things than me, to actually carve things in that sh * tty place?”
Ding Yuan looked at it roughly and replied,"There's no signature. It's just some strange, crooked lines and patterns. They're even uglier than yours.”
Zeng Shan's curiosity was piqued, and he also crawled under the table. He bumped heads with Ding Yuan, their feet touching, and looked up to size him up.
Sure enough, on the back of the rough stone table, someone had used his fingers to carve a dense number of white lines. There were also a number of obscure patterns beside them. Zeng Shan looked at it for a moment and did not understand. He scratched his white hair and muttered,"What is this? It seems to be a qi cultivation technique.”
"I think it's more like a sword technique." Ding Yuan shook his head.”
Zeng Shan said," From the looks of it, the person who carved these things must have had a sudden inspiration like me. He didn't have time to find a place under this table and simply carved them on the back of the stone table." He didn't carve it on the ground because he was afraid that it would be worn down by someone's shoes when they weren't paying attention, and it would be a waste of his effort.”
Ding Yuan reached out and stroked a wavy line on the corner of the table."Oldman Zeng, what does this look like?”
Zeng Shan looked at it for a long time but still couldn't get the gist. He snorted and said,"Who knows what this bullsh * t thing is drawing? It can't be a Five Finger Mountain, right?”
The two of them were shocked at the same time. They looked at each other and shouted in unison,"It's a finger!"
Zeng Shan's expression became solemn. He took a deep breath and said,""If I remember correctly, this posture is very likely to be the 'Disorder Conquering Formula' that has been lost in our sect for many years and is only limited to the legends!”
"The Art of Conquering Chaos?" Ding Yuan asked.”
Zeng Shan nodded and sighed." Most people think that the Emerald Clouds Sect has 70 sword scriptures. They don't know that about 600 years ago, our sect's extraordinary talent, Reverend Sanjin, created the Armageddon Conquering Formula, which is above the three high-grade sword scriptures. It was this Art of Disorder that had killed the four demonic experts in the battle of the righteous path and the demonic path, making him famous. Unfortunately, Daoist San Jin was also seriously injured in this battle and passed away, so he didn't leave behind the key points of the Art of Conquering Chaos for future generations. Thus, this world-shaking Art of Disorder was like a flash in the pan, following Daoist Master San Jin's immortal departure and never again appearing in the mortal world. The sect was lost as a result, causing it to become extinct.”
"Oldman Zeng, are you sure?" Ding Yuan asked in surprise.”
Zeng Shan shook his head and said," It can't be wrong. Before the Righteous Dao and Demon Dao battle, Daoist Master Sanjin once faced the wall in this Siwu Cave for twenty-six years. As soon as he came out of the cave, he became famous in the Heaven Continent with the Art of Disorder.”He pointed at another curve under the wavy stripes and said,""Look, this is the left hand sword gesture of the Disorder Subduing Secrets.”
Ding Yuan looked at it carefully. He could not care less about the Purple-backed Heavenly King anymore. He followed the second curve and clasped his ring and pinky fingers with his big finger. His middle finger was bent over his big finger, leaving only his index finger standing straight. He asked,"Is that it?"
Zeng Shan stretched out his hand and placed Ding Yuan's index fingers on his left and right hands together, placing them in front of his chest.""That's it. After Daoist Master Sanjin left, the elders of the sect had also searched for clues, hoping to recover the Art of Disorder. Unfortunately, he could only remember the posture of the sword technique. He couldn't figure out anything else, especially the circulation of true qi and the sword control mantra. There were also people who had searched through Daoist San Jin's belongings and the places he had lived in, including the Comprehension Cave, but they still couldn't find anything. Who would have thought that Reverend San Jin would actually leave behind his life's work here? Today, I was accidentally discovered by you. It can really be said to be heaven's will. Could it be that the heavens want to revive my Emerald Cloud Sect?”
"Oldman Zeng," Ding Yuan retracted his finger and said,"You mean the Armistice Formula is so magical that it's unrivaled?"”
Zeng Shan chuckled,"This time you're not going to say that I'm bragging?" Although my Emerald Cloud Sect is one of the seven great sword sects in the continent, our reputation and attainments are still a little inferior to the three Holy Lands. The key point was not that the sect did not have outstanding talents, but that their attainments in immortal cultivation were slightly inferior. Although the Green Cloud Demon Repulsing Art, Green Mist Demon Restraining Art, and Purple Qi Pilgrimage Art of the Green Cloud Sect were mysterious and unpredictable, they were still slightly inferior to the three Holy Lands, especially the Heavenly One Pavilion, which was known for its sword. However, I dare to say that this Disorder Subduing Art is not inferior to the Cloud Birth Water Rising Art of the Heavenly Pavilion! If the Art of Conquering Chaos did not dare to claim to be the number one sword control technique in the Heavenly Continent, no one else would dare to make such a bold claim!”
Ding Yuan could not help but feel excited, but he still could not find a word under the table. He could not help but ask,"Oldman Zeng, if this is really the heart technique of the Disorder Subduing Formula, why didn't it leave behind the sword control mantra?”
"I'm not Daoist Master Sanjin, how would I know what's going on?" Ceng Shan replied unhappily. If you really want to know, you might as well go and ask him. By the way, please send my regards to him.”
Ding Yuan was not angry. He chuckled and said,"So you still don't understand anything after all this trouble. If you ask me, even if this is the Disorder Subduing Secret Art left behind by Daoist Master Sanjin, it is most likely a part that has not been completely comprehended. Even if you and I were to figure it out, it would be useless without the Sword Control Mantra.”
This was true. The art of sword control was profound and intricate, and not an ordinary person could comprehend and master it. Not only did it require a high level of zhenqi cultivation, but it also needed to be matched with a sword scripture, circulating martial arts, and using the sword control mantra to drive the immortal sword, so that it could become one with its master's spirituality and form the immortal heart according to the Heavenly Dao.
All of the above were indispensable. Without the sword scripture, one could not control the immortal sword, and without the heart technique, one could not make the immortal sword move freely in the clouds. This was like a boat sailing on the sea, and the sails and rudders were both effective. However, if there was no Sword Control Mantra that allowed the immortal sword to communicate with its owner and echo each other, it would be the same as the ship losing its captain. No matter how complete the facilities were, it would be useless.
Zeng Shan's eyes darted around the table to look for new clues as he replied,""That's why you don't understand. Daoist San Jin must have fully comprehended this Art of Conquering Chaos in the Cave of Enlightenment, otherwise how could he have killed four demons in a row in the Righteous Demon Battle? Unless he didn't leave any words behind, he must be here!”
"Where is it?" Ding Yuan asked as he lay under the table with his hands on the pillow.
Zeng Shan punched Ding Yuan and said,"Get up quickly, kid. Help me search again."”
Ding Yuan suddenly let out an "ah" sound. His eyes were fixed on the top, and he did not move as if he was possessed. Zeng Shan was stunned." What tricks are you playing again? Don't say that I've beaten you silly with a punch that's lighter than tofu."”
Ding Yuan ignored Zeng Shan's joke and said excitedly,""Oldman Zeng, lie down and take a look!”
Zeng Shan muttered in confusion,"So what if I lie down? Flowers haven't grown on this stone table."?”Even though he said that, he still lay down on the ground like Ding Yuan and looked up at the back of the stone table.
When he saw it, his heart was shaken and he couldn't control his excitement! It turned out that the various patterns engraved on the back of the stone table seemed to be in a mess, but they coincidentally formed two large characters. Upon closer inspection, they were "Suppress the rebellion"!
Ding Yuan's gaze was locked onto the stone table. He vaguely felt that the two words seemed to come alive, radiating with a vast and peaceful aura. A strand of King Path Sword Qi was formed from his heart and shot into the sky. The lines seemed to be speaking to him, melding with Ding Yuan's soul and echoing from afar.
Like Ding Yuan, Zeng Shan did not say anything at first, but stared at the word " quell chaos " for half an incense stick of time. Suddenly, he let out a wild cry of joy, flipped over and pressed on Ding Yuan's body, grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently, shouting repeatedly,""Suppress the chaos, it's just pacify the chaos! We found the sword control mantra!"
Ding Yuan was also happy, but he smiled bitterly and said,"Oldman Zeng, can you stop shaking me?”
Zeng Shan stopped and rubbed Ding Yuan's shoulders in embarrassment.""I was too excited, only today did I understand that Daoist San Jin must have been worried about the demonic path being rampant and the righteous path weakening. Therefore, he had a feeling in his heart and uttered the words 'quell chaos.' From this, he created the art of quelling chaos, this extraordinary sword control technique!”
Ding Yuan was in a good mood and didn't care that the old man was still sitting on him, drooling. He smiled and said,"Don't be too proud yet. It's not certain whether this is the case. Moreover, we haven't comprehended the Art of Disorder Subduing's cultivation method.”
Zeng Shan got down from Ding Yuan's body and lay down again.""We've already found the mantra and the sword technique. He pointed at the third vertical line under the sword scripture pattern and said,""There is a dot at the bottom of this line, which should be the dantian of the sword wielder. From this dantian, there were three virtual and two real lines shooting out. The real line was advancing, and the virtual line was retreating. Wasn't this demonstrating the method of qi circulation?”
Ding Yuan pondered for a moment and nodded."It should be like this. So these lines and patterns are all demonstrating the circulation method of the Disorder Subduing Formula. From top to bottom, from right to left, until the last pattern, it is exactly one cycle. However, we still need to slowly comprehend the various changes. I'm afraid it won't be possible without a few months of effort.”
Zeng Shan laughed and patted Ding Yuan's shoulder.""Back then, Daoist San Jin didn't just use a few months to create the Disorder Subduing Art? It would be a great fortune if we could understand it in a few months.”
"Oldman Zeng, I think your cultivation isn't inferior to Daoist Master Sanjin's. Why don't you create a sword technique yourself?" Ding Yuan said with a smile.”
"What do you know, kid?" Zeng Shan chuckled."Creating a sword scripture is not that easy." Other than cultivation, comprehension, perseverance, and luck were all indispensable. When you reach my age, if you can create a fist and a half kick, you'll be called a grandmaster.”
"That's not necessarily true!" Ding Yuan said unwillingly.”
Suddenly, he heard the chirping of a cricket from the corner of the table. He focused his eyes and saw that it was his Purple-backed Heavenly King who couldn't stand the loneliness and was making a ruckus.
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