Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 357: Chapter 176: The Best Solution for Breaking the Deadlock, Earth-Shattering Upheaval

These days, the Little Cyan Bird that has been soaring above the skies, joyfully circling around Xingqing Prefecture, suddenly let out a mournful cry.

Just as it flew to Cuihu Residence, it spiraled down in a flurry.

It seemed to suddenly lose its senses, even forgetting how to flap its wings.

Chen Ping restrained the tremor in his heart.

With a flicker, he dashed out of the study through the window, stepped onto the roof tiles, and reached out to catch the Little Cyan Bird.

His fingers gently absorbed the force to cushion the impact, catching the Little Cyan Bird, when a vision abruptly surged into his mind.

It was a city, blood flowing like creeks on all sides, countless figures in black were brandishing swords, wreaking havoc, as a massive hand descended from the sky with a thunderous crash.

Atop the highest building, a woman stood on the roof tile, shattered the zither with a hand, cast a deep glance at him, and her form transformed into a flowing light, merging into a cyan long sword.

Then, the colossal hand fell, the city ground caved in, countless bodies exploded, and three fingers grasped the cyan long sword, swiftly taking it far away, disappearing into the heavens.

A phrase emerged in his mind: "Do not approach within a hundred miles of Yujing until you have mastered the Dharma Body."

The voice was very gentle, yet carried a touch of sternness.

Chen Ping found it very familiar, knowing it was Weifu Bo’s voice.

It was also what Fairy Fubo, who called herself "Little Aunt," had said...

"Longevity Sword?"

"Whose hand was that?"

"What kind of person did Fairy Fubo encounter, and why did she merge into the sword only to be taken away..."

Although Chen Ping had no memory of his past life.

When this vision entered his mind, he still felt an uncontrollable heartache.

A massive fury and killing intent erupted within, under the trembling Qi Mechanism, a violent wind suddenly swept through Cuihu Residence, and the Black Dragon Sword on the desk resonated with his Qi Mechanism, letting out a long dragon’s cry, buzzing incessantly.

When that sword caught his eye, he felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if it was something incredibly important to him.

This was all right, but the crucial point was that at the moment Weifu Bo smashed the zither and merged into the sword, some fragmented images seemed to be activated in Chen Ping’s mind.

It was a snowy night, a small and thin figure carrying a large zither, with a bundle in his arms, crying out loudly as he ran desperately through the snow.

The sound of hooves echoed faintly behind, and arrows rained down like a storm.

...

With a shift in perspective, he saw a farmhouse, chickens and dogs frolicked, and a young girl in coarse clothes held a small wooden sword, twirling around, dancing like an elf in the sunshine.

A small chubby child clapped and giggled, as if he heard a teasing voice: "Train hard, Xiaoqi, if you don’t learn martial arts, how will you rescue your mother in the future? Fubo Island cannot be returned to, we have to rely on ourselves."

...

The images gradually faded and transitioned to a different scene, from the Northern Land mountain dwelling to the Jiangnan Water Village, the girl had grown up, with traces of hardships in her brows and eyes.

Her elbow cradled a delicate basket, filled with fragrant meals.

She handed it over to a now taller youth, rubbing his head, a smile in her eyes.

"Xiaoqi, have you learned anything today? Seeing your enthusiastic look, do you intend to take the top scholar rank? If you don’t want to learn martial arts, then don’t.

But honestly, knowing words and understanding principles is already good, there’s no need to exhaust yourself studying classics to pass the exams and enter the officialdom."

As she said this, the woman’s eyes were full of worry.

Seemingly foreboding some kind of omen.

...

These fragmented memories flashed through his mind like floating light and shadow.

Chen Ping stood there, not realizing tears had streamed down his face.

"These are some of my past experiences, it turns out, I’ve been fleeing since I was so small, always pursued."

Hearing the tweet of the Cyan Bird, Chen Ping more or less understood.

Perhaps he was reincarnated after death, and only recently awakened to his past life’s wisdom, but had lost his memory.

Possibly, he had received his past life’s memories, overshadowing his original ones, only now beginning to merge.

He found that as these memory fragments were activated, more and more memories gradually surged forth.

Among them, the sweet, bitter, foolish, clumsy, leaving an inexplicable sadness.

Moreover, some of the scriptures and essays learned in childhood quietly emerged in his mind.

Within his soul, a bright light akin to a lamp or candle lit up the surroundings.

His spirit dispersed outward, previously only sharply controlling within twenty yards, now quietly extending outward, covering a radius of thirty yards, everything coming into view distinctly.

He saw several figures swiftly approaching.

It was Master Sima Rou, along with Han Xiaoru...

Sun Yun and Han Wushang were also alerted, arriving outside Cuihu Residence, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Fang Qingzhu quickly snatched a few pieces of green bean cake from Xiaoyu’s bowl, stuffed them into his mouth, cheeks puffed as he curiously peered out the window, muttering some meaningless words before turning back to compete with Xiaoyu for food.

In the backyard, Xiaoyuang had also been startled, halted her washing of the white robe, washed her hands, and tiptoed cautiously, lantern in hand, towards the study.

In every corner of the yard, the house, and the rockery, dozens of guards unsheathed long knives, silent, forming squads of killing arrays as they prowled about.

Chen Ping retracted his extending spirit, the Blood Gang subtly vibrating, evaporating the wet marks on his face, letting out a light cough before returning to the study.

He opened the door, greeting Sima Rou inside.

"Master, I was just looking for you."

"And Senior Sister, you love listening to tales of the Jianghu, have you ever heard of what a [Dharma Body] is? It seems there’s no record of it in the sect’s archives."