Chapter 40: Drunken Dream

The first volume of the Sword Classic is both a set of sword techniques and a volume of exercises.

Thirty-six sword moves, combined with body movements, practice sword practice while exercising your skin, muscles and bones.

After finishing reading the Book of Changes, he closed his eyes and meditated, practicing the thirty-six sword techniques in a loop in his mind. The inside of his body trembled slightly, simulating the exercise of the skin.

In an instant, the skin refining was completed and he reached the ninth level of martial arts.

Zhang Cheng thought Zhou Yi was thinking hard, so he drank and consoled him.

"Although the first volume of the Sword Sutra is widely circulated, it is not a mysterious and mysterious technique, but it is a classic that has been tempered many times. It is not easy to get started with practice..."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Zhou Yi had completed the meat and bone refining, and had perfected the first volume of the Sword Classic.

"Brother Zhang, is there any way to obtain the second and third volumes of the Sword Classic?"

"You are so ambitious! If you can complete the first volume within ten years and reach the seventh level of martial arts, I will risk my life and pass on the second volume to you!"

"It's a deal!"

Zhou Yi decided to wait for five or six years, and then show off his cultivation a little bit, so he prostituted the second volume for free.

…

The moon is at the zenith.

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi was practicing swordplay in the courtyard holding the Ziying Sword.

brush! brush! brush!

The thirty-six sword techniques are continuous, and the moves are smooth and flowing, making it easy to master.

The body leaped and fell, the sword light surrounded the surroundings, and the moonlight reflected it, like a silver dragon flying in the courtyard.

The tenth time, there are only eighteen moves left.

The twentieth time, there are only nine moves left.

For the hundredth time, there were only three moves left.

Zhou Yi used these three sword techniques continuously, one lift, one pick, and one cut.

Finally, he jumped up and stabbed the stone pier in the air. When he was still a foot away, invisible energy came out of the sword.

Stab!

Three-inch deep sword marks appeared on the stone pier.

The third level of martial arts is pure physical training and can only fight in close combat. Zhou Yi did not use magic power and purely used sword skills to condense the energy into one foot.

The magic power of swordsmanship can turn ordinary swords into magical ones.

"Thirty-six moves are merged into one move. Since it's just a stab, let's ask the immortal to show the way!"

Zhou Yi practiced the Sword Sutra in less than a day, and he had already mastered it and reached the pinnacle of martial arts training.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is also called the peak of acquired heaven. If you further condense your true energy, you will be a master of innate martial arts, and you will be famous in the world of mortals.

Putting away the Ziying sword, Zhou Yi took out the wine jar buried under the jujube tree.

Breaking open the mud seal, a cool fragrance of wine refreshes the heart and mind. The drunkenness of the beasts, which is famous for its fiery nature, turns against its nature and becomes extremely soft.

"What the little fox said is indeed true. The lunar moonlight condensed by the Mingyue Baoyu is the best spiritual substance for brewing wine."

Zhou Yi, holding the wine jar, flashed and sat on the ridge of the roof, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

A ray of invisible silver light was pulled down by the mysterious power of the Mingyue Jade, and condensed into a silver drop of water the size of a grain of rice.

The position of the water droplets happens to be the jade rabbit eyes engraved in Yujue, as if they are alive, which is the finishing touch.

Mingyue Baoyu only condenses the lunar moonlight once every night, and it accumulates for more than half a year, barely enough to blend into a jar of wine.

Baishou Zui was originally just a mortal wine, but after being blended into the lunar moonlight and stored for half a year, it transformed into a spiritual wine.

"Lotus osmanthus, jade rabbit...there are immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons in this world. I wonder if there is Guanghan Palace on this moon."

Zhou Yi raised his head and took a sip. The wine entered his heart, and he felt like he was in a state of ecstasy.

The drunkenness of the beasts nourishes the body, the lunar moonlight nourishes the soul, and the Huangting Taoist meridian operates to refine the spiritual energy in the wine. A jar of wine increases the essence, energy, and spirit at the same time, and it is also a top-grade spiritual wine.

After finishing the jar of wine, Zhou Yi fell drunk on the roof without using his magic power to resolve it.

Lying on the ridge of the roof, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, there was an old man and an old woman standing beside him, whispering to Zhou Yi who was lying down.

Trying to hear clearly is like being separated by a layer of fog.

The sun fell on Zhou Yi, and he slowly opened his eyes. The sun was already three in the sky.

"Dreaming!"

Zhou Yi frowned and carefully recalled the old man and woman last night.

Monks do not dream easily. It is similar to a whim, a warning from the soul, and it is a sign.

"It turned out to be them. Did something happen to Hengyang?"

"Old Zhang Wu and Taoist cultivator must know how to interpret dreams. Go ask him what the omen is..."

…

Ministry of Things.

For the first time, Zhang Cheng arrived earlier than Zhou Yi. He was drinking Baisushi Zui, and the strong smell of alcohol spread outside.

In the entire Monobu and even the various departments of the Demon Slayer Division, there are few people who can be more free and unrestrained than Zhang Cheng.

"Brother Zhang, I dreamed about my parents last night."

Zhou Yi described last night's dream.

"My parents were standing in front of your bed, and I couldn't hear what they were saying..."

Zhang Cheng put down the wine jar, with pity and sympathy in his eyes, and said: "This kind of dream usually means that the parents have regrets before their death, and there is no one to take care of the ghost house after their death, so they will ask the dream to have heirs."

"It's impossible for no one to take care of me. I still had older brothers and younger brothers when I left home..."

Zhou Yi's voice became lower and lower. In this world, life and death are too ordinary.

At that time, good people turned into refugees because of the severe drought in Hengyang for consecutive years, and the White Lotus demon took the opportunity to spread the word, inciting tens of thousands of civilians to rebel, looting and killing everywhere.

After several months of suppression by officers and soldiers, the rebellion gradually subsided.

The thieves pass by like a comb, and the soldiers pass by like a grate.

The little food the Zhou family had left could not feed the whole family at all, so Zhou Yi secretly got up and ran away from home one night.

The original plan was to find a rich man and sell himself as a slave because of his youth and strength, so that he could eat and drink well and support his family.

Who would have thought that a rich family could not afford to support slaves and servants, so he wandered all the way to Luojing, and happened to meet the Demon Slayer Department recruiting executioners, so he went to the prison for food.

"My condolences."

Zhang Cheng patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder: "I was in seclusion in the mountains and something went wrong. When I came out, my parents had been dead for several years."

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment and said: "Brother Zhang, I plan to go back and see them, weed and burn incense for my parents."

"It should be."

Zhang Cheng wiped his wrist, and a stack of talismans appeared in his hand: "These thunder talismans do not require magic power, as long as they are coated with blood, they can be used. The dead are gone, and the living are like this!"

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi took the talisman and said nothing more.

Occupying the body of the predecessor, the cause and effect are also inherited, whether there is emotion or not, it is time to go.

When Chen Zhubu heard about this, he took out 100 taels of silver to comfort and condole.

Zhou Yi went to the West Market to buy a horse, went out from the north gate of Luojing, and ran all the way to Jingzhou.

The sixteen states of Dagan are divided into six states in the north: Luo, Jing, Wei, Tai, Feiyun, and Jingchang.

Zhou Yi traveled during the day, and slept in the mountains or in private houses at night. It took him half a month to finally arrive at the border of Jingzhou.

Jingzhou is one of the three border states in the northern border, adjacent to Jingchangzhou where the White Lotus Dao was in chaos. Hengyang is located in the center of Jingzhou, adjacent to the prefectural city of Tancheng.

The further north Zhou Yi went, the more desolate he felt.

After entering the territory of Jingzhou, he passed by two uninhabited deserted villages in just one day.

The village had long been overgrown with trees, and the ruins had turned moss green. When Zhou Yi passed by, he could occasionally see the bones left by wild beasts from the corner of the wall.

"This is the true appearance of Dagan. The prosperity of Luojing is just an exception."

Zhou Yi had already known it from the demon's memory, and he saw it with his own eyes, but he still couldn't help but remain silent.

Today, after passing through Jiaowo Mountain, it is only three or five days away from Hengyang.

Rumble——

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the mountain rain came very quickly. In a moment, the bright sun turned into heavy rain.

Zhou Yi's magic power came out of his body, and a large invisible and intangible umbrella blocked the rain.

He passed several miles of mountain roads.

Through the rain curtain, he vaguely saw a temple, so he drove his horse over to take shelter from the rain. When he got closer, he saw that it was the mountain god temple, but it was slightly dilapidated.

****, the originally mottled walls were crumbling.

Zhou Yi pushed open the temple door, and there was already a group of people roasting fire inside. Judging from their attire, they seemed to be traveling merchants.