Chapter 118 Sword Name - Lan Qi
Earlier, when he saw that Li Muchen was in a bad mood, Dongfang Tianyu put away his sword and chased after him. It was not until now that he had the opportunity to observe the sword carefully.
This sword has a slender blade and is shining brightly. The scabbard is engraved with complex and exquisite runes, and it exudes a faint spiritual fluctuation. It is obviously not an ordinary item.
Dongfang Tianyu gently stroked the sword. Besides a hint of coolness, he also felt the tremendous power contained in it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He immediately drew his sword, and the moment he grasped the hilt, a gentle yet firm force flowed along his arm into his heart, as if resonating with his own magic power.
Dongfang Tianyu did not suppress this feeling, but guided this power to flow in his body and merge with his own cultivation. He performed a set of sword techniques, with sword lights weaving like a weave, and each sword contained his deep understanding of the sword.
Apart from that, his entire body exuded an indescribable feeling, a kind of sword intent radiating from the inside out, which was both sharp and gentle, like a spring breeze that could both cut through thorns and caress all things.
With the blessing of sword intent, every movement of Dongfang Tianyu seemed so natural and smooth, as if he and the sword had already merged into one, becoming an inseparable existence.
Li Muchen watched quietly from the side, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Although this sword was tailor-made for Dongfang Tianyu, she had never imagined that it could exert such amazing power in Dongfang Tianyu's hands, and even arouse the sword intent deep in his heart.
Dongfang Tianyu finished his sword dance, leaving sword marks all around, whether it was the ground or the walls, or even the flowers and plants not far away. This seemingly gentle sword technique was not to be underestimated.
After the sword energy around him slowly dissipated, the sword intent emanating from Dongfang Tianyu's body also gradually converged. He skillfully sheathed the sword, and it returned to its former jade-like smoothness.
"What Brother Tianyu just danced was not the sword technique of the Wang Quan family, right?"
There was a hint of curiosity and admiration in Li Muchen's voice. She knew very well that the swordsmanship of Wangquan Villa was known for its domineering and sharpness, but the swordsmanship that Dongfang Tianyu had just demonstrated was full of harmony and fluency, which was completely different from Wangquan's swordsmanship.
"Indeed, it is not. Ever since I mastered the power I got from the secret teachings of the Dao League, I have found that I have become much more sensitive to the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Among all the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the most abundant and the easiest to be overlooked is the ubiquitous wind power."
"When the wind is soft, it's like caressing willow branches, whispering softly; when it is strong, it's like a violent storm, sweeping away everything. I tried to incorporate this understanding of wind power into my swordsmanship and created this set of wind-controlling swordsmanship."
"Originally, this sword technique was not mature enough. Whether it was the invisible and formless nature of the wind or its ever-changing power, I had difficulty fully controlling it. But since I got the spiritual sword you gave me, it seems to have ushered in a new opportunity. It seems to have produced some kind of wonderful resonance with the power in my body, making my wind-controlling sword technique more fluent and my sword intent more complete."
As Dongfang Tianyu spoke, his gaze shifted from the spirit sword in his hand to Li Muchen, the gratitude in his expression was self-evident.
"As expected of Brother Tianyu, your talent in swordsmanship is beyond the reach of Sister Chen."
Although Li Muchen said this, the smile on his face seemed a little forced.
Although Li Muchen always believed that he could surpass those top geniuses through hard work and wisdom, he also felt the gap in talent.
Every time she wants to learn a magical power or practice a spell, she often needs to put in several times or even dozens of times more effort than others to achieve the same effect. But Dongfang Tianyu seems to be born for the sword. Whether it is the comprehension of swordsmanship or the concentration of sword intent, it is so natural and smooth. "I can't envy sister Chen's talent." Facing Li Muchen's praise, Dongfang Tianyu smiled and shook his head, "You and I have different ways. You are good at mechanical techniques and formations, and no one in the younger generation of the Taoist Alliance can match you. And your wisdom and creativity are also beyond my reach. On the road of swordsmanship, I may be able to go further, but on the journey of exploring the unknown and creating miracles, I believe you will be my guide."
"Besides, talent is a gift from God, but hard work and persistence are the key to how far we can go. I have always admired your diligence and tenacity."
"I'm already looking forward to what we'll look like in ten or twenty years. You'll definitely be dazzling by then."
When Dongfang Tianyu said this, his eyes sparkled with infinite longing for the future.
"So in his heart, I have always been so outstanding?"
Li Muchen was touched by Dongfang Tianyu's words, and the originally stiff smile on his face softened.
"I wonder if Sister Chen has named this sword?"
Dongfang Tianyu felt warm in his heart when he saw Li Muchen’s gentle expression. He gently stroked the scabbard, his eyes full of anticipation.
"This sword was originally made for Brother Tianyu, so it would be better if you named it."
Li Muchen smiled slightly, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes. She walked lightly to the side of Dongfang Tianyu, staring at the shining sword, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.
"In that case, how about calling it 'Range'?"
Dongfang Tianyu did not refuse after hearing this. He hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
"'Lan Qie'..." Li Muchen repeated the name softly, with a hint of approval in his eyes. "Lan means the mist in the mountains, light and mysterious; Qie means the direction of the sword is indestructible. This sword in your hand is just like the unpredictable mist in the mountains, gentle and sharp. Lan Qie is very appropriate."
"Moreover," Dongfang Tianyu added, his eyes sparkling, "Lan also symbolizes vastness and loftiness, just like our future path, which is full of unknowns and challenges, but also full of infinite possibilities. I hope that no matter what difficulties I face in the future, 'Lan Qi' can become my weapon to overcome all obstacles and enable me to move forward."
Then, Dongfang Tianyu drew out Lanqie again, and the sword shone like a thread, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun. He slowly swung the sword, the tip of the sword lightly, as if talking to the air around him, and every swing contained his deeper understanding of the sword.
"Lan Qie, from now on, let us explore the ultimate of swordsmanship together!" Dongfang Tianyu said softly, his tone full of determination and expectation.
Li Muchen stood aside, looking at Dongfang Tianyu quietly. She had long forgotten the "last time" oath she made when she came here.
Perhaps, even Li Muchen herself did not notice that she had special feelings for Dongfang Tianyu precisely because he had always recognized and praised her.
(End of this chapter)