In a restaurant.
In the attic, Kong Wenjun and Yan Chixia were drinking and chatting about ghosts and gods!
"Are there any gods in this world?" Kong Wen Jun asked indifferently, the folding fan in his hand waving at a moderate pace.
Yan Chixia drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, shook his head and sighed,""There are cultivators, ghosts, and monsters in this world, but there are no gods!”
"There are no gods in this world, so how can people cultivate?”Kong Wenjun asked with a chuckle.
Yan Chixia shook his head." The cultivation of the common people depends on heaven and earth and themselves. Why do we need gods?"”
"Oh?" Kong Wenjun was surprised. Could it be that there were really no gods and buddhas in this world?
At this moment, the ancient book in Kong Wenjun's mind shook slightly, and a message surged into Kong Wenjun's mind.
"This world is a secondary mythological world. There are no high-level existences like gods and Buddhas. There are only some cultivators and ghosts.”
Although Kong Wenjun did not know what the secondary mythological world was, he still believed in the ancient book. There were really no gods or Buddhas in this world. Thinking of this, he felt slightly relieved. As long as there were no gods or Buddhas, things would be easy. At the very least, he did not have to worry about the gods fighting and dying for no reason.
"Brother Yan, where is your master?" Kong Wenjun skipped the topic and asked with interest. The Yan Chixia in his memory was definitely not an ordinary Jianghu person. He was a real cultivator who knew magic and sword control.
Yan Chixia chuckled." I'm a disciple of the Green Mountain Sect. I learned the method of slaying demons."”
"I see." Kong Wenjun smiled and nodded. He had the urge to compete with Yan Chixia, but he decided against it.
At this moment, Yan Chixia slapped the sword case. With a swoosh, a green rainbow shot into the sky and spun above Yan Chixia's head for a while before slowly landing on the table. It was a gorgeous long sword that was sheathed.
"This is the Azure Rainbow Sword. I've become familiar with Brother Kong at first sight, but I don't have anything else on me, so I'll give it to you. I hope Brother Kong doesn't mind.”Yan Chixia smiled and handed the sword to Kong Wenjun.
Kong Wenjun thought for a moment before taking the Azure Rainbow Sword. With a clang, the sword was unsheathed. A cold light flashed, and a strand of hair was cut down by the cold light. What a sharp sword!
The sword looked like a Han sword. It was filled with righteous energy and was as majestic as the sky. It was green in color, about three feet and three fingers long and three fingers wide. There was a blood groove in the straight body of the sword, and the hilt was inlaid with green jade. The blade flashed with a cold light and was bone-chilling.
The scabbard was carved from red sandalwood, and seven green jade gems were embedded on it. They were dazzling and gorgeous.
"Thank you for the sword, Brother Yan." Kong Wenjun thanked him solemnly. He was truly grateful for such a great gift on their first meeting. This was especially so for the Green Rainbow Sword, which was not an ordinary longsword. It was a longsword with a certain level of spirituality.
Yan Chixia waved his hand and smiled." You and I hit it off at first sight. Why are you so polite?"”
"Haha, since Brother Yan has given me such a treasure sword, I shall give you something in return.”Kong Wenjun said with a smile. He then asked the waiter to go and get a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Yan Chixia looked on curiously.
After the waiter placed the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, Kong Wenjun closed the door and pondered. He wanted to write a battle poem for Yan Chixia. If there was a crisis, he could use the battle poem to fight the enemy.
He pondered for a while.
"I abhor evil like an enemy and my sword is like a flood dragon. He swept across the four seas to eliminate all evil, crossed thousands of mountains to kill groups of demons.”Kong Wenjun's mighty Righteousness Qi poured into the brush tip and wrote on the paper. The brush moved like a snake and dragon, and the brush tip was like a blade. Killing intent boiled, and a sharp cold light flashed from the tip of the brush from time to time.
Moments later.
The poem was completed!
"Good poem! Good poem!" Yan Chixia slammed the table and exclaimed. This poem seemed to be written about him. He abhorred evil and held a long sword in his hand like a dragon. He had been able to kill demons on his shoulders all his life. Moreover, this poem was filled with boundless killing intent. It was really a rare good poem.
Kong Wenjun smiled and took out an ancient seal that he carried with him. He poured Righteousness Qi into the seal and imprinted it on the paper. From now on, the paper that had been strengthened by Righteousness Qi was impervious to water and fire. It could be used against enemies. After each use, it could be placed aside for half a day before it could be used again!
"To Yan Chixia." Then, Kong Wenjun picked up the brush and attached a name to the poem. It was actually a poem from the Legend of the Sword and Fairy, and it was written about a Sword Saint. It was very suitable to write it for Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia looked at the poem in admiration and said,""I didn't expect Brother Kong to be so talented. Thank you for your poem!!”
"If you encounter danger in the future, you can open this poem and it will help you.”Kong Wenjun said with a smile. At the same time, he rolled up the poem and tied it with a red string to give it to Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia was stunned. He did not understand why. The poem had other uses?？
However, after seeing that Kong Wenjun did not explain, he did not ask any more questions. He nodded gratefully and kept it.
Time passed slowly. Four hours later, Yan Chixia left.
All good things must come to an end. Yan Chixia continued to wander around the world. According to him, a swordsman named Xia Hou seemed to challenge him to a sword competition every month. He was so annoyed that he began to travel around, trying to avoid Xia Hou.
Yan Chixia's departure did not stop Kong Wenjun from feeling shocked. This was the world of A Chinese Ghost Story? Unbelievable! Could it be that the stories in those myths all existed in the world?？
Thinking of this, Kong Wenjun could not sit still anymore. He had to improve his strength. No matter what, the Thousand-year Tree Spirit and the Witch of the Black Mountain could easily take his life. Even Yan Chixia was obviously much stronger than him. How could he sit still in such a situation?
The next day.
Kong Wenjun, dressed in a white robe that was whiter than snow, left Suzhou. He had already sold the courtyard and the servants and left this place alone. He only took his money and some items with him.
……
The ancient forest was quiet and lush.
There was a small bonfire in the dark forest, and Kong Wenjun was sitting cross-legged beside it. At this moment, he was reading a book. In fact, this was not the case. After reaching the Elementary Scholar Realm, he could see in the night with bright eyes. There was no difference between day and night.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the forest.
Dong dong dong!
Muffled sounds that sounded like thunder suddenly rang out. Shouts of battle suddenly sounded out, and soldiers in battle armor appeared out of thin air, standing on both sides.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Killing cries filled with killing intent came out of these people's mouths. Their eyes were indifferent as they held their spears and long sabers and charged at the other party.
Kong Wenjun had already put away his book and was frowning as he looked at the scene. He inwardly cursed at his bad luck. This place was actually the burial ground of the two armies. The souls of these soldiers didn't dissipate even after they died. Instead, they all turned into soul weapons.
Seeing that the two armies were about to charge at him, Kong Wenjun quickly took out a brush. Majestic Righteousness Qi poured into the brush made of white jade and began to write quickly in the air. White characters that were as bright as the night appeared in the void and quickly formed a poem.
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