Chapter 051, King Zhou's expedition to Kunwu Sword, a kitchen knife in front of Mei Mansion

There were two strange words on the handle of the short blade. Mei Yi didn't recognize it. When Master Xingyun came to teach, Mei Zhenyi asked her to identify it. Master carefully studied it for a long time and inferred that it was the ancient bronze inscription "Kunwu". In the Taoist "Qingxu Sutra", there is a passage like this: "King Mu of Zhou conquers the Western Rong, and the Western Rong presented Kunwu's sword and the fire cloth. The sword is long and short, and the steel red blade is used to cut jade like a piece of mud."

Master Hsing Yun guessed that it was probably the legendary Kunwu Sword, and this conclusion was amazing!

The legendary Kunwu sword can cut jade like mud. Is it true that Mei Zhenyi found that it is indeed sharp, but it depends on how to use it. This sword is too light and not subject to force. It is naturally sharp when used to cut tofu, and it is barely enough to cut wood. However, if you use the magic power of the object and use internal force to activate it, you can directly insert it into the rock without hurting the sword blade. It is indeed a treasure blade!

Mei Zhenyi was naughty and tried the pair of wrist guards that Mei Yi gave him with the Kunwu sword. She found that the advantage of the Kunwu sword could not hurt the wrist guards. It might be because of his insufficient magic power. On the other hand, it also shows that the pair of wrist guards was indeed extraordinary. How could the legendary Kunwu sword fall into the hands of a great shaman witch? Moreover, the great witch broke the back and sacrificed his life with this sword, which shows that the status of the escaped person he wanted to protect was absolutely extraordinary.

Mei Yi was surprised when he heard that Master Hsing Yun guessed that the short blade had a very extraordinary origin. He vaguely felt that he had missed a great contribution when he did not catch up with all the remaining enemies. Occasionally, he sighed to Mei Zhenyi: "Young Master, our brothers did not catch up with the last escaped enemy that day. I think it's a bit regretful now. If I catch up with it that day, I might not be just a guerrilla general now."

Mei Zhenyi smiled and comforted, "Uncle Yi, you have to have a life to enjoy the merits! Have you ever thought about another possibility? Fortunately, you didn't catch up that day. If you really caught up in the end, maybe I won't be able to accompany the guerrilla general for the New Year today."

Mei Zhenyi analyzed with him and found that there were more than ten cavalry left in the remnants of the enemy that day. In addition to the leader, there should be elite subordinates. A big witch flying out would be so fierce and difficult to fight. What if there were any masters? There was no need for too many. If there was another master who was comparable to that big witch, the Mei Gang and Mei Yi brothers would probably be in danger.

Those people may not be afraid of the Mei brothers' team, but they do not want to expose their strength and entangle for too long. If the main force of the nearby army comes to encircle, they will really not be able to escape. They may have just wanted to escape at that time but not fight, so they let the Mei brothers choose a bargain.

Mei Xiaolang later said, "The grassland is vast, and it is normal to escape several cavalry. Your brothers have made military achievements. It is good that people can come back safely!" This last sentence was a bit abrupt, as if it was a relief for the Mei brothers, and maybe they thought of this.

After hearing Mei Zhenyi's explanation, Mei Yi also recalled what Mei Xiaolang said. He patted his chest and said, "I am a martial artist. I can't think so much on the battlefield. I'm really lucky to hear what the young master said. I'll go home and hug my wife and have a good New Year. Poor women. I almost didn't see the man coming back."

Mei Zhenyi asked with a smile: "Uncle Yi, do people who come back from the battlefield miss their wives? Don't worry, it's not dark yet, tell me first. How could that great witch kill the five cavalry with one sword?"

Mei Yi: "I can see clearly that the seven sword lights emitted by the man's wave, and I and my brother blocked them. The five cavalry next to him were not so lucky. This sword is not simple, I'll try it for you." He took the Kunwu sword from Mei Zhenyi's hand, shouted and swung it out, and saw seven cold lights like flying feathers on the sword body, leaving seven deep cracks on the ground.

Mei Zhenyi applauded and said, "Uncle Yi is so powerful. So it turns out that you can do this."

Mei Yi: "This is nothing. I have used sword control techniques to launch it with all my strength. It is okay to kill a few thieves within three meters, but it is still impossible to kill armored cavalry five meters away. You are right. If another master attacked that day, my brother and I might have explained it."

Mei Zhenyi: "Uncle Yi doesn't have to be too modest. His sword skills are as clever as you. He is already quite clever. He is only one line away from the sword-controlling immortal in the world. I am so envious."

Mei Yi smiled and said, "Are you envious? Then practice well. With your current cultivation level, you can already practice sword control."

Mei Zhenyi: "Okay, when will we start practicing?"

Mei Yi's smile was a bit ridiculous: "Just now, start with cutting vegetables!"

It is not a joke to start with cutting vegetables. It really starts with cutting vegetables. Cutting the ground is a high-rod cabbage. Mei Zhenyi's current cultivation level is just able to master the most basic magic weapon. Holding the Kunwu sword in his hand, and according to the sword control technique taught by Mei Yi, he can emit a faint sword light. This sword light is extended through the magic weapon and condensed with magic power. If he has not broken through the realm of being like a god, if he has not been practicing Yijin and marrow cleaning, he will not be able to master it.

Mei Yi's first step is not to let him have a powerful magic power in the short term. First of all, he must learn to accurately control magic tools with his spiritual sense to achieve a delicate state of being one with his body and mind. This is a synchronous training of energy and spirit. Mei Yi happened to see servants in Qi Yunguan's backyard cutting cabbage stems with small knives. He had an idea and thought of a way to exercise Mei Zhenyi.

When I cut the stems for the first time, I put them on the chopping board. I accidentally spit out the sword light, and even the cutting board and the table were cut three slits. It took me three days before Mei Zhenyi learned to accurately control the sword light in a small piece of space outside the tip of the sword. Mei Yi’s requirements were not high, so he wanted to wave his hand at will to emit three sword lights, and accurately cut the cabbage stems into the shapes needed to make pickled coriander.

It seems simple and has no great power, but it is much more exquisite than the control of weapons when killing enemies on the battlefield. The practitioners have a more mysterious realm in terms of spiritual sense sensing. The first three days, Mei Zhenyi cut a mess, and hundreds of kilograms of good cabbage can't be used, so they can only chop it up and feed it to the pig.

While practicing sword control, Mei Zhenyi insists on meditating and practicing the Lingshan mental method every day, sensing the clear state of the soul when it appears. Gradually, when cutting vegetables during the day, she becomes more and more skillful. She uses magic power to activate the Kunwu sword and accurately emits three sword lights, just like gently stretching out her three fingers, sweeping over the stems, and cutting them into four long strips like chopsticks, without hurting the chopping board below.

At first, the people were shocked when they saw the young master doing such rough work, so they naturally dissuaded him. But Mei Yi said that the young master was practicing swordsmanship, so the servants helped the young master line up the cabbage. Seeing this, Zhang Guo gave an order: All the servants and tenants in the Mei family in Wuzhou would not have to make pickled coriander during the Chinese New Year this year. The young master would have to process it personally, and Qi Yunguan made it to give it to each family for the goods of the year.

There are thousands of tenants in Wuzhou. During the Chinese New Year, there are tens of thousands of kilograms of coriander, which is dried and pickled. The amount of fresh high-bar white is more than 100,000 kilograms. Now Qiyunguan is lively. Every day, servants pick up cabbages in bundles on the mountain. Rows of long bamboo poles were set up on the open space outside Qiyunguan. On them are hung with the stems of cabbage tied together.

The clean land of the Taoist temple has become a vegetable market, and there is only one type of vegetable. The reason is that the eldest young master of the Mei family wants to practice swordsmanship.

After cutting on the chopping board skillfully, I changed the tricks and tied up more than a dozen vegetable stems one by one and hung them upside down on the bamboo pole. Let the young master stand not far away and release a sword light to cut it in the air. First, use the power of controlling objects in the air to spread the bundle of vegetable stems, and the sword light flew to cut them one by one. This is more than ten times more difficult than cutting on the chopping board. Mei Zhenyi didn't know how many bundles of cabbage were cut, so she mastered it.

Fortunately, this kind of high-rod white is not expensive in Wuzhou. It is the vegetable planting after autumn harvest to before the severe winter. The yield is high and the price is very low, mainly for pickling coriander. The nearby tenants almost sent all the high-rod whites they planted at Qiyunguan, and Zhang Guo also gave them all rewards.

He tied the leaves into bunches and hung them on the pole to cut them. After practicing it, he changed his style. He placed the broken leaves in piles on the sweeping ground. Zhang Guo used the magic trick to bring up a gust of wind, which made the leaves fly all over the sky. Mei Zhenyi stood majestic in the middle of the open space, holding a small sword in his hand and flew up and down. The sword in the air shone everywhere, leaving behind a rotten vegetable gang. - Alas! He has to send these vegetables to feed the pigs again.

In short, during the twelfth lunar month before the New Year, Mei Zhenyi did almost nothing else. She meditated at night and cut vegetables during the day. At the end of her practice, the leaves all over the sky fell to the ground, and the long white stems were neatly cut into four. Mei Yi finally said: "Young master, you don't need to practice anymore. Your skills are already proficient. What you lack now is the power of magic power and the extent to which the spiritual sense sense is extended. This is not the place where you can practice cutting vegetables."

Mei Zhenyi also felt the same way. Now he uses the Kunwu sword. He doesn't need to see it. As long as his spiritual sense can sense it, it is within the range that the magic power can control. With a wave of his hand, the sword light is more flexible than his own hand, and he can circle and fly at will and receive it freely no matter where he is.

It is said that a long time later, someone asked the Mei brothers: "How did you practice the sword technique of your Mei family?" Mei Danan replied: "It is just cutting vegetables, pickled coriander for Wuzhou's specialty." Mei also opened the first professional pickled product processing factory in the Tang Dynasty in Wuzhou. The shopkeeper was Ji Shancheng, the owner of Wanjia Hotel. He sold Wuzhou's specialty pickled coriander to various parts of Jiangnan. These are all later stories.

Mei Yi asked the young master not to cut vegetables anymore, but Mei Zhenyi shook her head and said, "No, Zhang Guo has already said that she would send pickled coriander to the tenants during the Chinese New Year. People have to cut so many vegetables, so they won't be exhausted. I'll do it."

In the next few days, the eldest young master cut all the vegetables with "speed" and completed the most complicated shredding process of pickled coriander. The servants were so busy that they added seasonings and marinated them to the jars, and then delivered them to each household. So this year, a popular saying in Wuzhou was once that time - this year, they would not accept gifts, but they would receive pickled coriander.

After a little gossip, Mei Zhenyi's sword technique has just come true, and the lively New Year has finally arrived. This is the second New Year he passed through time. On New Year's Eve, he specially returned to Jingwu Villa, where he has not lived for a long time. The atmosphere in the villa is unprecedentedly warm. This feeling is good, but there is also a little regret.

Before traveling through time, he was an orphan, but the Mei family was almost all his relatives. Now, Zhang Guo and the Mei brothers and others are accompanied by each other like stars, but it feels like an orphan. The father who has not met is busy in Luoyang, and the stepmother obviously doesn't want to see him. Alas, things in the world are always difficult, and it has been like this since ancient times!

He inexplicably thought of familiar faces such as Mei Taigong, Professor Qu, Qu Yimin, etc., and then he thought of someone, that is, He Yougu, who looks very much like Qu Yimin. He doesn't know how this congenital weak girl is doing? Although that bottle of Bioyuan Pill is of great help to practice and can help increase magic power, he can't bear to use one of them himself. It's time to send it to He Yougu.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, he returned to Qiyunguan and sent 100 taels of silver to the host Qu Zhensheng as usual in previous years. Qu Zhensheng patted his shoulder and made a joke, and then accepted it with a smile. Then he changed into Taoist children's clothes, put some broken silver in his arms, left with Zhang Guo, and prepared to go to Hejia Village, Yangxian Township, at the foot of Miaomen Mountain to visit He Yougu.

Not long after walking out of Qiyun Temple, I saw a Taoist priest sitting in a tall hairpin beside a mountain road in the distance, waving a broken palm fan with his hand. It was Zhongli Quan. Mei Zhenyi and Zhang Guo quickly stepped forward and bowed, "Senior Zhongli. I haven't seen you for a long time. I have been waiting in the temple until the New Year."

Zhong Liquan glared at him: "What, should I stay here all the time?"

Zhang Guo shook his hand repeatedly: "This is not what my young master means. He thought you are still in the mountains, so he specially prepared good wine and dishes before the New Year. He hoped that he would be lively and not lonely."

Zhongli Quan: "Oh. This is a kind heart, but I won't be lonely. I will celebrate the New Year too during the New Year. I will go to Zhongnan Mountain to see the disciples and grandchildren of Donghua. I came back today and happened to see you, one of you, one of you, one of you, and one of you, are you going? Where are you going?"

Mei Zhenyi: "We plan to go to Hejia Village, Yangxian Township to do something, but there is no need to worry when we meet our seniors here. We respectfully invite our seniors to visit Qiyunguan. I have always wanted to ask for advice."

Zhongli Quan patted his butt and stood up: "Do not delay your business because of me. You are wearing Taoist clothes today? We are just right together! I know Hejia Village too. Let Zhang Guo go back and I will accompany you. I will ask you if you have something to do."

He persuaded Zhang Guo to leave, waved his palm fan, and an invisible force wrapped around Mei Zhenyi. In the blink of an eye, the two of them flew side by side to the sky. This time, the flying sky was different from the last time. It was no longer a hazy and invisible to see nothing. White clouds floated by, and looked down at the clear and clear fields in the rivers. Mei Zhenyi felt very mysterious. When she moved, she seemed to be down to the ground, but her figure slowly floated forward in the air with Zhongli Quan.

Mei Zhenyi bowed and asked, "Master Zhongli, take me to heaven and say that you have something to ask, what are the instructions?"

Zhongli Quan: "Boy, I'm finally willing to call me Master? This is not in the sky, but in the clouds in the sky. I'll ask you. What have you been doing during this period?"

Mei Zhenyi: "Practice exercises at night and practice swords during the day."

Zhongli Quan nodded and said lightly: "The sword technique is pretty good, even the good cabbage is so good!"

Mei Zhenyi: "Disciple is ashamed. It turns out that you always see my every move."

Zhongli Quan: "Except for the Chinese New Year, I have been observing you in the mountains for other days. I heard that you have got two treasures, so I will take them out and let me take a look."

Mei Zhenyi took out the short blade from the boot and handed it over: "This sword was taken by the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty from the Turkic witch on the battlefield. Some people guessed that this is the legendary Kunwu sword. Master, do you see, right?"

Zhong Liquan took the sword and looked at it, and then said to him: "Yes, it's Kunwu Sword, the most powerful weapon in the world. It's indeed a good treasure. And if I don't hold it in my hand, I can't even find its magical use. You put it away."

Mei Zhenyi rolled up her sleeves and said, "There are also these pair of wrist guards that were sent to me by General Mei Yi, the general of the Mei family. It is said that it was once the item of King Du Fuwei of Wu. I don't know what its name is."

Zhongli Quan was stunned when he saw the wrist guard, his expression was indescribable. He reached out and touched it for a long time, and suddenly laughed loudly. The clouds around him were shaken away. Mei Zhenyi was laughed for no reason by him. After finally waiting for Zhongli Quan to stop laughing, he asked, "Why is Master laughing? Can a pair of wrist guards make you laugh like this?"

Zhongli Quan: "Do you know what this is? It took me a long time to recognize it. Its origin is not simple. It turned out to be worn on the animal's hooves."

What is the origin of the wristband? Mei Yi didn't know that Zhongli Quan could recognize this thing. It was originally owned by Taiyi Zhenren, and was worn on the two front hooves of his mount, the nine-headed lion, to prevent it from running around and trampling on the flowers and plants in the cave. Later, the nine-headed lion sneaked out of the cave's lower realm and became a demon. This pair of hoof rings was also lost in the human world. He did not want to fall into the hands of King Du Fuwei of Wu, and was also regarded as a pair of wristbands.

After saying that, Zhongli Quan smiled and said, "Boy, do you treat yourself as a beast too? Put this pair on your front hooves?"
Chapter completed!