Chapter 23 The Sword Named Qiushui

Chapter 23 The Sword Named Qiushui

Chapter 23 The name of the sword "Autumn Water"

The master of the temple sighed deeply.
“At first, I was so obsessed with the sword moves and footwork of physical swordsmanship that I forgot about Qi training.

"Without strong Qi and blood, how can one control a long sword? Without enough magic power, how can one walk in the air? How can one be brave? How can one change?
"Now that I think about it, some people scolded me for practicing the sword of a mortal. That's true. I disgraced the physical sword technique."

Yunqi was not good at comforting him, and only said: "Master, you are too serious."

The old temple master turned his back to the clouds, stroked his beard and sighed, but in fact, Taoist Zhenwei was winking and glancing at the clouds.

"Oh, Yunqi, I am half a withered skeleton, and my youth is gone, but the sword I held when I was young is still as good as new. It is placed in the box, and every autumn night, it rings like a dragon. But I am ashamed to see my old friend!"

Yunqi didn't know what the master wanted to say.

The abbot said again, "Come on, it just so happens that you are here today. Take advantage of your vigor and follow me to have a look!"

After saying that, without waiting for Yunqi to speak, he grabbed Yunqi's wrist and left.

The temple master, who said that half of his body was a withered skeleton, walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger. After a short while, he arrived at his residence, pulling a cloud of mist.

"A place of shame."

A somewhat strange name.

The Taoist priest asked Yunqi to sit in the main hall for a while, while he went back to his room to get his sword.

The layout of Kuixinju is very simple. Apart from household items, the only embellishment is some potted plants.

Soon, the abbot turned back to the main hall, sat down next to Yunqi, and placed the sword case in his hand on the table between the two of them.

The master's hands trembled slightly as he slowly opened the lid of the box.

A chill dissipated.

Yunqi poked his head out to take a look, and immediately felt that the sword was extremely beautiful.

This looks like a sword from the early Song Dynasty, and has the unique charm of Song Dynasty swords. At first glance, it gives people the feeling of being beautiful and powerful, like a thin old dragon.

This sword is slightly slender and narrow, with a total length of about three feet and six inches. At this time, the sword is in the sheath, and the main body is black, but this black does not show any luster, unlike ordinary lacquer, and looks like a deep pool. The sword guard and the sword head are silver-white, in the shape of cirrus clouds, but also like cirrus waves. The sheath mouth and the sword mark at the beginning and end of the scabbard are wrapped with silver threads, which are also wrapped into the shape of cloud and water patterns.

However, the clever thing is that the Song Dynasty swords were worn with two guard rings on the scabbard, but this sword has no guard rings on the scabbard, but only a pendant in the middle, which was the way of wearing in the pre-Qin period. The scabbard of this sword is inlaid with a jade pendant, the jade is mutton-fat jade, carved into the shape of a dragon, the dragon seems to be about to fall into the black pool, with one claw in front and one claw in the pool, and the body is still outside the pool, forming a hollow.

The coiled jade pendant makes this black and white sword look less sharp.

"What a beautiful sword!"

The clouds praised.

The old Taoist's eyes were particularly gentle when they fell on the sword, but he did not move it. Instead, he said to Yunqi: "Pick it up and have a look."

Yunqi saw that Jianxin was happy. Since his master had said so, he did not refuse or be polite. He nodded and stretched out his left hand to grasp the sword.

It was cold to the touch, like lake water in the early morning of autumn, chilling enough to make one shiver. The sword was also much heavier than expected, which was inconsistent with its slender image.

Yunqi took out the sword with one hand, propped it on his leg, stood it in front of him, and looked at it closely.

Only when he looked closely could he see that the black color of the scabbard and the sword stem was indeed not lacquer or some kind of iron, but rather looked like some kind of animal horn. As for what kind of horn it was, Yunqi could not recognize it, but it was surprisingly icy and deep black.

The sword guard, sword head, scabbard and sword mark all look like silver and iron, and appear to be made of the same material. If Yunqi hadn't thought that the old abbot probably didn't have such a large fortune, he would have thought they were made of flake silver.

"Draw your sword."

The old master said.

Yunqi stood up and held the sword stem in his right hand, as if his two hands were holding two pieces of ice.

"Zheng!"

The long sword was unsheathed, emitting a cold light, and it seemed as if moonlight was hidden in the sheath.

Yunqi looked at the sword blade, which was about two feet and five inches long, and a clear silver-iron color, like the moon, like a mirror, like frost, and like autumn water.

There are two words engraved on the sword below the Yunshui Sword Guard in Yunli seal script.

"Autumn Water".

This is the name of the sword.

"Autumn water."

Yunqi recited a sentence.

The old abbot sat on a chair, looking at Yunqi who stood up with a sword in his hand, and also looking at the Qiu Shui sword in Yunqi's hand.

"Since I first saw Qiu Shui, I was fascinated by her," the master said leisurely. "At that time, Toujian Mountain was about to clean a batch of swords. You know, there are too many swords in Toujian Mountain. I don't know how many swords were covered in dust in the sword library. It was fate that made me meet Qiu Shui that time."

Yunqi nodded. There were many sword warehouses in Toujian Mountain. As for the sources, some were captured, some were donated to the sect, some were sold after the sect disciples refined weapons, and some were teachers or disciples who loved swords and did not want their swords to be buried with them before they passed away, so they voluntarily donated their swords to the sword warehouse.

There are many swords in the sword library, but Toujian Mountain never gives them out to disciples for free. Even if a true disciple of Toujian Mountain wants a sword in the sword library, he has to pay real money to buy it, or complete the sword-purchasing mission set by the elders of the mountain. In short, you won't be able to get it easily.

Every once in a while, Toujian Mountain would take some of the swords out of the sword library and wash them in the sword pool. If someone took a fancy to one of the swords, they could bid for it, and the price would be cheaper than usual if they went to the sword library to pick one.

However, Yunqi's luck was not very good. During the year he was in the sect, he did not go to Toujian Mountain to open the warehouse and wash his sword.

I met Taoist Master Zhenwei that year.

He clearly remembered that it was his third year in the sect, and he still only had a standard iron sword in his hand, which was distributed by the sect to him as a registered disciple of Toujian Mountain.

He was very thrifty and took on a lot of odd jobs in the Metropolitan Affairs Office, so he saved some money and gold essence minerals. He kept all this money and gold essence minerals and did not spend them on his only iron sword. In his heart, he did not like that iron sword very much, and he wanted to save money to buy a sword that he liked better. However, he was too ambitious and the money he had was not enough to buy the sword that pleased him.

Until that day, news came from the mountains that the warehouse was going to be opened to clean the swords.

He knew the opportunity had come, so he stayed up the night before and waited by the sword pond.

When he was washing the sword, the bright light almost blinded him.

He, like the people around him, forced himself to stare, ignoring the tears streaming down his face, and searched in the sword light.

Until he saw "Qiu Shui".

"Autumn Water" is not as agile as a flying sword, swimming and fighting in the pool, nor does it have the abundant sword intent like a magic sword, stirring up the pool water. It just sits quietly in the sword pool.

Taoist Zhenwei was attracted at once. What he wanted was such an ancient and elegant sword. Until he saw a flying sword in the pool hit "Qiu Shui", but "Qiu Shui" did not move at all, he immediately made up his mind that it was "Qiu Shui".

Perhaps he was the only one who saw the flying sword being deflected by "Autumn Water" amidst the brilliant sword lights, or perhaps it was because "Autumn Water" was too ordinary in its true form that he succeeded in getting it without anyone paying attention. He took out all his money and the gold essence minerals, which were hard currency for sword cultivators. Although it was still not enough, the elder who presided over the sword washing still handed him Autumn Water and returned all the gold essence minerals of both gold and water to him, and kindly told him that "Autumn Water" was a sword of both gold and water, a saber.

He remembered that the elder was very happy and told him with a smile that although Toujian Mountain was good at flying swords and magic swords, they were also able to teach people how to use physical swords. He asked him to treat the sword well and learn it well. If the day came when he couldn't teach anymore, it would be okay to ask Shilin's people to teach him. They were all family when the door was closed, right?
He was very happy to get "Autumn Water" and thought he was a hero who knew the sword. He practiced sword skills hard during the day and slept with the sword in his arms at night. After that, he became more frugal and exchanged all the money he saved for gold essence mineral with both gold and water properties, which he refined into "Autumn Water".

But later facts told him that the sword was indeed a sword, but the hero was not a hero. In the end, he had let down "Qiu Shui", let down his teacher, and let down the elder who had personally handed "Qiu Shui" to him.

The reverie lasted only a moment, and he had already thought about the day he met "Qiu Shui" countless times.

His face was calm and composed. "Yunqi, I want to give you Autumn Water. Are you willing to accept it?"

Yunqi was surprised. Is such a precious sword going to be given to him as a gift?
"I am not a good sword. It was wrong for me to bring Qiu Shui with me when I left the sect. I should have returned Qiu Shui to the sword vault, but I really couldn't bear to let it go! But when I brought Qiu Shui out for selfish reasons, I didn't dare to let it meet me, so I had to put it in a box and hang it high on the wall. However, the sword is spiritual. Every autumn, when the gold energy gradually grows, it will ring every night. I am afraid that it will leave, but deep down I also hope that it will turn into a dragon and leave. It's hard for outsiders to describe all these feelings."

The old master's hands, hidden in his sleeves, were clenched and trembling slightly.

Yunqi sighed inwardly, feeling very uncomfortable. Could this be the origin of the name "Kuixinju"?

"Yunqi, please accept Qiu Shui. How can you travel without a treasure to protect yourself? If you really don't like it, then when you return to the sect, please take Qiu Shui back and send it back to Toujian Mountain!"

The master of the temple looked at the clouds, his eyes full of anticipation.

Emotionally and logically, Yun Qi had no reason to refuse. He also loved "Qiu Shui" very much, so why should he be pretentious about getting such a precious sword for nothing?

Yunqi sheathed the sword, held the sword and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for the sword."

The old master laughed up to the sky, as if he had taken off a heavy burden, "Good boy, good boy! Come, sit down, I have something to give you!"

The old abbot pressed Yunqi down on the seat and quickly went to the inner room. His steps were even more brisk than before, and he did not forget to take the sword case with him when he left.

But Yunqi heard a falling sound as soon as the old abbot left the main hall. Did the old abbot throw away the sword box?

Yunqi smiled, and then looked down at Qiu Shui. What a beautiful sword! He had not been able to buy a sword in the sect, but someone gave him one right after he left the sect, and it was given so earnestly. It was like a dream. Could it really be fate?

As for flying swords and magic swords, Yunqi didn't think about them anymore. With such a sword in his arms, what else could he think about? Let's talk about it later!

The old master, who had returned, was very pleased to see Yunqi unable to let go of the item. He came over with a small box and sat down next to Yunqi, putting the box on the table between them.

The temple master opened the box and saw a dozen pieces of gold and stone inside. Some were the size of eggs and some were the size of red beans. Some were the same as the gravel on the road, while others were shining with a bright light.

"These are some gold ores that I have collected in the mortal world over the past few decades. Originally, there were more than these, but the others were exchanged by me and some sorcerers for gold and water ores. Now, they are all yours. Their quality is not as good as those in the mountains, so don't despise them."

Taoist Master Zhenwei pushed the box slightly towards Yunqi and said with a smile.

It was difficult to refuse the offer, so he stood up and thanked him.

The old master smiled and asked Yunqi to sit down, then asked, "Have you ever fed a sword before?"

Yunqi shook his head. He didn’t even have a sword, so how could he feed it?

The old master was still smiling cheerfully. He hadn't stopped smiling since Yunqi accepted "Qiu Shui". He explained:
"The sharpness of a flying sword lies in its sharpening, the power of a magic sword lies in its holding, and the strength of a sword lies in its feeding. Yunqi, think about it. I just said that the key to practicing physical swordsmanship is to form momentum, but the momentum always falls on the sword. If the sword in your hand is not good, with just one move or one change of tactics, your sword will not be able to withstand the momentum and will break on the spot. Therefore, the sword of the physical sword must be strong. This strength must be indestructible when it falls on others, but the sword itself must also form momentum and withstand momentum, and it also needs to be strong."

The old master explained it clearly, and Yunqi nodded repeatedly.

"If you want your sword to be strong, you need to feed it with gold essence minerals all the time. This is what really costs money. So what you said before about flying swords and magic swords costing money is actually not true."

Yunqi felt a little embarrassed by what he said, and said shyly, "As an outsider, I really shouldn't lie."

The old master naturally didn't take it seriously and asked again, "Do you know fire magic? Can you summon magic fire?"

Yunqi nodded. At the moment, in order to open up his mind as soon as possible, fire magic was what he practiced the most.

"It's not difficult to feed the sword. As long as you have the right gold mineral, here, take this and try it now."

The old abbot took out a blue-green golden essence from the box and handed it to Yunqi.

"This is called 'Liu Jin Chen Sha', which belongs to Xin Jin. 'Qiu Shui' is the dual nature of gold and water, and Yin and Yang are in Yin, so it prefers Xin Jin and Gui Shui. You summon fire, smelt it, and drip gold into water on the sword, and 'Qiu Shui' will naturally swallow it. Over time, with hard work, 'Qiu Shui' will become more and more tenacious after swallowing hundreds of gold. Moreover, some gold essence minerals in this world have some mysterious features, and 'Qiu Shui' can also bring some special properties after swallowing them, so you should pay more attention when you look for food for 'Qiu Shui' in the future."

Yunqi nodded, circulated the fire magic power in his body, and easily formed a ball of fire in the palm of his hand. He threw the "Golden Sinking Sand" into it and slowly refined it.

The master of the temple looked at Yunqi's palm flame and sighed, "When I first came out of the mountain, I still had some magic power in my body, but the worldly affairs disturbed me, my body aged, and my appetite became worse day by day. Gradually, my magic power dried up and I became no different from an ordinary person. Later, I couldn't even feed Qiu Shui."

Yunqi also nodded in agreement. After being out of the mountain for a few days, he had already felt that the spiritual energy in the mortal world had become thinner. No wonder all the major sects wanted to occupy the sacred mountains and there were few people practicing in the mortal world.

"It seems a bit slow. This 'Golden Sand' is hard, cold, and fire-resistant. Let's change it."

After a long while, the temple master saw that the smelting speed of "Liu Jin Chen Sha" was extremely slow, so he proposed to replace it with another golden essence.

"Need not."

Yunqi shook his head, and then he placed the sword across his knees, holding the flame to burn the gold with his right hand, and made a gesture with his left hand, pointing to the golden essence in the fire, and whispered a word:

"burn!"

In an instant, the "Golden Sand" began to melt.

The old abbot looked at the clouds and felt even more satisfied.

After a moment, "Golden Flowing Sand" turned into a ball of golden water. The clouds withdrew the flames, and then the sword was drawn to receive it. Sure enough, like rain falling into a pond, the golden water dripped into "Autumn Water", leaving a blue-green mark on the sword, and "Autumn Water" made a clanging sound.

"Qiu Shui is happy."

The old master said with a smile.

Now that the matter was done, the old abbot no longer kept Yunqi, and gave all the remaining gold essence and minerals to Yunqi, and let him go home.

Before leaving, the old master reminded him not to be impatient when feeding the sword, and to wait until Qiu Shui had absorbed all the gold essence before feeding it. Otherwise, if you are greedy, you will lose. The sword will be brittle and break easily. As for how to check whether the sword has been refined into gold essence, it is also simple. As long as there is no more color on the sword, it is fine. However, the old Taoist smiled and said that there should be few sword masters in the world who have such troubles. Basically, the speed of finding gold essence is far slower than the speed of the sword swallowing gold essence. The ten or so little things he has saved can't control Qiu Shui's mouth.

Yunqi accepted the instruction, bowed and thanked sincerely.

The old abbot waved his hand and watched the clouds leave.

But when he saw the clouds leaving, somehow, the smiling old monk suddenly felt a chill on his face. He raised his hand and touched it, and it turned out to be tears. He was crying!
Why am I crying? I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy in years!
Is this what people call crying tears of joy?
The old monk didn't understand for a moment. He returned to his bedroom and habitually walked around the wall where the sword case had been hanging. He just sat down on the edge of the bed when he suddenly remembered something and scolded himself with a smile.
"You old man, you are confused. Qiu Shui has a new owner, a young man who is much more talented than you. Why are you still hiding? There is no need to hide. You should change the name of Kuixinju tomorrow!"

The old monk felt that he should be calm, so he raised his head and looked straight at the wall.

The wall was empty, there was nothing there.

For some reason, he suddenly felt sad and his nose was sore and achy. The old monk fell on the bed and burst into tears.

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