Chapter 2: Use your feet as a ruler and your heart as a mirror There are ruins everywhere on Beiquan Mountain. The once wide stone road was now covered with moss and weeds. "This should be the former Beiquan Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion." Gu Yuanqing stood in front of a relic and saw a ditch on the ground that was more than ten feet long and three feet deep. "The Grandmaster is so terrifying. Rumor has it that this was left behind by the Sword Saint Qin Wuya with a casual strike of his sword." The Beiquan Sword Sect was once a great sect in the world. Even when it was destroyed forty years ago, there were still powerful warriors from the ninth level of the Zhenwu Heaven to support it, but they stood on the wrong side! It is said that the foundation of the Beiquan Sword Sect is a secret sword and a spiritual spring. The secret sword contains the ultimate secret of swordsmanship. The founder of Beiquan School comprehended the Seven Swords of the Big Dipper from it and became a master. Seven True Martial Realm monks can defeat the master if they practice together. After the Daqian Dynasty destroyed the Beiquan Sword Sect, the secret sword disappeared, and this mountain was designated as a forbidden area.
These rumors were all seen by Gu Yuanqing in some miscellaneous notes in the palace. Although they may not be completely true, there must be a reason for them. He stood here for a long time, looking carefully at every place around him, and then looked inward into his sea of consciousness. The shadows within a radius of ten feet in his mind became much clearer. This is the soul, which matches the virtual image in the mind with Beiquan Mountain one by one. Use your feet as a ruler to measure this world. Use your heart as a mirror and imprint this place into your sea of consciousness. This is the only way for the base to be transformed into a temple! "Let's go to the next place. In the past few days, I have walked one tenth to one twelveth of Beiquan Mountain. At this rate, it will only take one to two months to achieve the initial spiritual accumulation!" "It is true that fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Even if the old emperor lets me go down the mountain now, I still won't let him go!" A smile appeared in Gu Yuanqing's eyes, and his spirit and energy were completely different from what he was a dozen days ago. After visiting the Sutra Repository, the Transmission Hall, and the Patriarch Hall, they were all empty. I guess all the items inside had been moved back to the Daqian Treasury. After passing the Sword Forging Hall, we came to the back mountain. There should have been a spiritual spring here, but it had dried up and gravel and dead leaves were scattered all over the ground. "It is rumored that the water from this spiritual spring can nourish the body and is of great use to those in the True Martial Realm." As it was getting dark, Gu Yuanqing went back to his residence. Two old servants had already prepared food and were waiting for him outside his door. The simple meal of two dishes and a soup was not as good as what he had eaten in the palace, but it was considered a good treatment for being imprisoned here. At midnight, a wisp of spiritual energy gathered in the virtual shadow of Beiquan Mountain. Gu Yuanqing practiced the Xuantian Gong method, and another acupoint was nourished by the true qi and flashed with fluorescent light. After an hour, he finished the practice and stood up. "I have already tempered fifteen acupoints, and I only need the last three acupoints to enter the seventh level of Yuanshi. It's just that I don't have any spiritual medicine, and I can only rely on this wisp of spiritual energy from heaven and earth to practice every day, otherwise the progress would be a little faster." Thinking of practicing, Gu Yuanqing frowned again. He was not the eldest son of the Gu family, and he had no talent for cultivation. He had only learned the first four levels of Xuantian Gong, but had never learned the Zhenwu Soul Refining Method or the method to unlock the secret treasures of martial arts. "Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much. I'll worry about it when I reach the ninth level of Yuanshi."
After washing with the clean water in the yard, Gu Yuanqing lay down to sleep. The next day, he woke up at daybreak, feeling full of energy and vigor. He couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and practiced boxing and swordplay. The wooden sword in his hand made a whistling sound, and each sword was faster than the last. Point, stab, chop, cut, and wipe, each sword move is just right, smooth yet sharp. With a whistling sound, the wooden sword swept across a rock, breaking it in half. He rolled over and landed back to his original spot, putting away his sword and regulating his breathing. "I only know the White Cloud Sword Technique and the Cloak Cross Sword, but I've wasted my swordsmanship talent after being blessed!" His swordsmanship talent was one in a hundred after being blessed, which was one level higher than ordinary practice talent. The two sets of swordsmanship that he had practiced for several years without being able to master, were mastered by him in just a dozen days. The skinny old man had arrived at the gate of the courtyard at some point, holding some porridge and a few side dishes in his hands. When he saw that Gu Yuanqing had finished his practice, he bowed and came in, placed the food in the courtyard, and then bowed and left. Gu Yuanqing frowned slightly. He noticed that the servant's steps were very steady, not like an old man at all. He was practicing just now and didn't even notice when he came. While eating, he thought to himself: "I should be more cautious in the future. After all, I am imprisoned here. This old servant may be a spy of the royal family. If he knows about my progress in cultivation, I am afraid there will be more variables." After dinner, Gu Yuanqing did not go to measure Beiquan Mountain today, but walked around the mountain casually. At about three quarters past the hour of Si, a young eunuch was seen leading several soldiers up the mountain. Gu Yuanqing's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. "Young eunuch, could you bring some books for me this time?" Gu Yuanqing smiled and bowed. The young eunuch picked up a stack of books. Gu Yuanqing was overjoyed and took it with both hands: "Thank you very much, thank you very much. It is very hard to live in the mountains. It is much easier to pass the time with these books. Please bring some more when you come up next time. It would be even better if you have paper and pen." The eunuch and the soldiers remained silent. After the old servant took the items, they turned around and went down the mountain. "Go and do your work." Gu Yuanqing waved to the two old servants who were waiting for him to speak, then walked back with the book. After returning to the courtyard, he placed the books one by one on the bookshelf in the room. There were more than ten books in total, all of which were travel notes and storybooks, which were suitable for passing the time. "If I didn't have so little money, I would have thanked you." Gu Yuanqing picked up a book at random and started reading. Things that he used to have access to at any time now seemed extremely precious here. …… Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, the young eunuch came twice, bringing some miscellaneous books for Gu Yuanqing. The bookshelves in the room became fuller. Gu Yuanqing felt that he had not read as many books in the previous year as he had in this month. Practicing, sleeping, practicing sword, measuring Beiquan Mountain with his feet, and reading books in his spare time, this has been Gu Yuanqing's entire life for the past month. Away from the mundane world and without external disturbances, his mind and character were honed in silence. Early that morning, after breakfast, he came to the west cliff.
This used to be the place where disciples of the Beiquan Sword School practiced sword skills. Sword marks can still be seen on some rocks and trees. Gu Yuanqing's long hair was casually tied behind her head, and her originally ordinary temperament had unconsciously added a bit of naturalness and casualness. He stood on a protruding rock and looked down at the steep cliff. As his cultivation level increased, the progress of his spiritual accumulation was much faster than expected. Today he had to fill in the last piece of the puzzle. As I watched, the only remaining blurry part of the top of Beiquan Mountain in my mind gradually became clear. Just like a gentle breeze blowing away the mist, the shadow of Beiquan Mountain rippled like water ripples and then gradually solidified, just like the black and white TV with snowflakes flashing in the previous life turned into a high-definition projection. Gu Yuanqing's five senses were magnified countless times in an instant, and the entire Beiquan Mountain appeared clearly in his mind. As long as he thought about it, the entire Beiquan Mountain would appear like a pattern in the palm of his hand. He "saw" two old servants, one was chopping wood with an axe, and the other was sweeping his yard with a broom. "See" birds flying up and down in the mountains and forests. I saw a group of ants working together to carry a long worm back to their nest. This unprecedented sensation intoxicated him. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell off a cliff before he came out of this state. He quickly took a few steps back to a safe place, and looked into his sea of consciousness. The subtitles next to the shadow of Beiquan Mountain had changed... (End of this chapter)