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  Finally, there is news of the old swordsman, and he even left a book here. The sword manual transformed from his teachings is not inferior to Luo Fu's sword manual at all. What could this book be? He took over the still warm book silk from Mrs. Gu, looking at the few damaged pages that seemed like gold but were not gold, seemed like jade but were not jade, and seemed like silk but were not silk. His heart was filled with doubts because he couldn't understand the words on it at all.

  Sitting on one side, Ming Wei looked at the book in Chen Jing's hand and then at Grandma Gu, feeling surprised that she didn't know her own grandma had such a book. Seeing Chen Jing's expression, she immediately thought it might be some kind of cultivation manual. If so, she must ask Grandma later if she had copied one for herself. In her mind, with her clever grandma, it was impossible not to have made a copy.

  "Did Old Swordsman say anything else?" Chen Jing said, also helplessly referring to Old Swordsman. In the past, he had wanted to call him Grandfather, Master, or Teacher, but Old Swordsman had refused all of these, only allowing himself to be called Old Swordsman.

  "The old swordsman said this is Huang Ting, day and night diligently recite with heart, can calm the mind and peaceful spirit." said Mrs. Gu.

  Chen Jing looked at the two characters on the cover that seemed to be made up of two clusters of clouds and mist, thinking: "So these two characters are Huang Ting."

  With a casual flip, it turned out to be only three pages, and the words inside were completely unrecognizable. Without looking at it for more than a glance, those three pages of yellow silk had already disappeared. Ming Wei stared with wide eyes in amazement beside him.

  "It's really a cultivator." Ming Wei thought to herself, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at Chen Jing, with an excited look in her eyes. "He even hugged me." Thinking of this, her face flushed again with a hint of redness. Looking at Chen Jing's calm and distant demeanor, she had all sorts of thoughts running through her mind, and immediately forgot about the complaints she had made to Grandma Gu earlier.

  Chen Jingru naturally felt the fiery gaze of Ming Wei, but he pretended not to know and turned to say to Madam Gu: "Thank you, Madam Gu." He then took out a protective amulet from his bosom and handed it over to her, saying: "Madam Gu, I have nothing valuable on me, only some skills in talismanic magic. This is a protective amulet that can ward off evil spirits, consider it a small token of my appreciation."

  This charm was condensed in the moment he reached into his pocket, and Grandma Gu looked at the talisman paper like a thin wave of water, knowing it wasn't an ordinary object. She didn't hesitate, took it in her hand, and immediately felt a cool sensation, her spirit shaken.

  Chen Jing did not expect that coming into the city today would have such a result. If he hadn't come, if he hadn't taken a look around here, wouldn't he have missed it? If he had refused when Old Lady Gu pulled him in earlier, he also would have missed it.

  He couldn't help but look up at the painting again, thinking that the person who painted it must not be simple. However, he didn't ask any more questions and chatted with Old Lady Gu for a while before leaving when the sun was already setting in the west. When they came out, Old Lady Gu did not see them off, but instead had Ming Wei escort them.

  During his conversation with Grandma Gu, people kept coming to ask for peace, all of whom were some of the Gu family's children. Chen Jing could naturally guess something, but how would he care about these worldly affairs? For him, these things had long been far away from him, and even if he was in the mortal world, he could still remain unattached. Sometimes he even wondered if he would become a god who regarded all living beings as floating clouds.

  Ming Wei led the way in front, and just as they were about to leave the Gu residence, someone blocked their path. The person looked like he was only a few years older than Ming Wei, and Chen Jing naturally saw at a glance that he had cultivation on his body.

  "Who is this?" He walked up to them, asking Ming Wei, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Jing without blinking.

  "He was Grandma's acquaintance." Ming Wei said lightly, without looking at Chen Jing. As for Chen Jing, she only gave a note to Auntie Gu and didn't give her one, which had obviously made her quite upset.

  "Old fellow, grandma is old and might have mistaken you for someone else. I heard grandma gave you a book?" He said this last sentence to Chen Jing, who had just walked up to within three steps of him.

  "That's right." Chen Jing nodded.

  "What book is it? I don't know if I can take a look?"

  Before Chen Jing could speak, Ming slightly furrowed her brow and said: "Ming Yu, that book was given to him by an old swordsman who came to the mansion three years ago and asked Nai Nai to pass it on." Although she was angry at Chen Jing for not taking a liking to her, she wasn't someone who didn't differentiate between right and wrong. Having been with Ming Yu for so long, how could she not know what he wanted to do?

  "Who knows, these days there are people who learn some evil skills to deceive and confuse others. Ming Yu took a step forward, her sharp eyes staring at Chen Jing, saying: "Three years ago, I thought that old swordsman was not a good person. At the time, I wasn't home, so it didn't matter. But now that I'm home, how can I let some evil demons and outsiders come in and disrupt my family?"

  This Ming Yu didn't wear brocade clothes, but only wore a Taoist robe with a cyan color, tied his hair into a bun, and hung a Taoist jade at his waist. He looked very dignified and if he was older, he might become a great master.

  Chen Jing didn't care about him calling himself a demon, but when he said that the Old Sword Guest wasn't one, a surge of anger rose up in his heart.

  Suddenly, a sword hum rose, and the killing was like a wave surging out.

  A dazzling white light flashed out of Ming Yu's eyes, and the law power in his body seemed to freeze instantly. He retreated in shock, leaning against a wall pillar, staring at Chen Jing in horror. This fear arose from his heart, and just now, he had a feeling of being among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

  However, Chen Jing didn't look at him. In front of Chen Jing, a sword-shaped white light was floating, and he saw Chen Jing turn his head to say to Ming Wei, who had turned pale: "When you were young, I said I would give you something, but there has never been an opportunity until now. Since we can meet again, it's fate. Fate arises in the past, and fate perishes today. I'll give you a sword token." As he spoke, a dynamic water rhyme appeared around that sword-shaped white light.

  "You don't have any magical powers, your will is not strong, and you don't know how to activate the symbol's power. So, use a drop of fresh blood as a catalyst, it will be easier for you to control the sword symbol later." Chen Jing's voice was calm, without any murderous intent.

  Ming Wei didn't know if she was scared or what, but when Chen Jing said he wanted to use blood, she only lightly said "oh" and had a extremely obedient appearance. Chen Jing slightly smiled, grabbed her hand, lifted one of her fingers and touched it to the sword light in the air, and immediately a strand of fresh blood merged into the sword light. Ming Wei seemed to not feel any pain at all, she just slightly opened her mouth, looking at her own hand that was being held by Chen Jing. Chen Jing didn't let go immediately, but instead blew on it lightly, and the wound on Ming Wei's fingertip had already disappeared without a trace. However, this time Ming Wei seemed to have been pricked by a needle, quickly pulling back, her head also lowered, unable to see her facial expression, only seeing that her ears and the side of her face were already bright red, like rosy clouds.

  In her mind, she was already in a state of utter chaos. The scene of Chen Jing holding her hand and blowing air on her fingertips kept replaying in her head like the ebb and flow of the tide.

  "How could he do this, so lightly? Should I go tell grandma about it, that he's such a shallow person... So many people saw it, what am I going to do now, I'm dying of shame..." Ming Wei thought in a jumbled mess, but forgot about Chen Jing sending her the sword token.

  "Miss Mingwei, Miss Mingwei..."

  "Ah..." Ming Wei's eyes widened in surprise as she looked into Chen Jing's deep eyes, her heart growing more and more flustered.

  "This is the sword token, if there's any danger, just calm your mind and think of it. " Chen Jing said, looking at her not taking it, sighed silently, and once again grabbed her hand and put it into hers.

  Ming Wei suddenly shrank back as if frightened, although the sword token was already in his hand, his face turned bright red like blood.

  "You... how can you be like this." She lifted her head to look into Chen Jing's eyes, then quickly lowered it again. Except for the word "you" which was slightly louder, the rest of the words had become weak and barely audible. When she raised her head again, Chen Jing had already vanished without a trace.

  Looking around at the servants standing not far away, she suddenly became angry and shouted: "What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I'll dig out your eyeballs. No one is allowed to talk about today's events." After speaking, she chased out of the mansion, only to see people flowing in the streets, but there was no sign of the man in blue robes anywhere. It wasn't until then that she realized she didn't know anything about Chen Jing. She looked at the sword token in her hand, which felt warm and smooth like water, and then looked around the street, standing still for a long time before returning to the mansion. When she arrived back at the place where Chen Jing had drawn the sword token earlier, Ming Yu was already gone...

  In her heart, Chen Jing was like a gentle breeze, unknown where he came from, unknown where he went, and unknown when he would return. She decided to go to her grandmother's place to ask thoroughly about everything regarding Chen Jing, completely forgetting that she had wanted to ask about the book.

  The trip to the Gu's residence was an unexpected surprise for Chen Jing, especially when Madam Gu gave him the "Huang Ting". He had no idea what this "Huang Ting" was, and seeing that it only had three pages, he asked Madam Gu about it. She said that when Old Sword Guest handed it over to her, it already only had three pages. Chen Jing didn't think she would tear out a few pages; if she wanted to do so, there would be no need for her to return it at all.

  Out of the self-absorbed state, taking a deep breath, it feels like the sky has cleared up a lot. Looking up at the sky, high above in the distance, white clouds are floating gently, with birds flying through the clouds.

  All the memories related to Baoling that had been lingering in Chen Jing's mind, including the family next door, Sun Xuantong who was also from Baoling City and studied at Qianluo Mountain, Li Muxian who chased him into the river, Qin Chenghuang, etc., all seemed to dissipate like smoke in his heart.

  He knew that this was a knot hidden in his heart that had been untied, and he had always worried that the farewell with Lao Jianke back then would be their eternal farewell. Now, hearing news about him again made him realize that Lao Jianke was still alive, and if fate allowed it, they would meet again someday.

  There is no trivial matter in one's heart. A thought is a shackle, and solving one knot of thoughts means unlocking one shackle, making the mind clearer and more peaceful.

  "In a flash of thought, freedom in heaven and earth." Chen Jing suddenly turned over such a sentence in his mind, he was still him, but he was no longer him.

  He walks in the street amidst the crowd, just like hiding in a stream of water, without any discord.