Chapter 69: Measure The Earth With Your Feet, Travel Ten Thousand Miles!
Ji Qing came down the mountain and checked into an inn.
He opened the Demon Record in his mind to check his current situation.
Ji Qing: Second-Rank Martial Artist（ has unblocked seven Extraordinary Meridians）
Extreme Yang Scripture: Perfection（ Purity 180%, Internal Energy Quantity 230%）
Astonishing Swan Saber: Perfection（ Saber Speed Boost 170%, Power Boost 50%）
Grass on Flying: Perfection（ Ultimate Move Borrowing Strength from the Void）
Saber Momentum: Shattered
Origin Point: 3 points
Only Saber Momentum has changed.
His Saber Momentum is currently in a “shattered state,” so he can only recondense Saber Momentum.
“To recondense Saber Momentum, either find a saber technique, cultivate it to Major Accomplishment, then use Origin Points to elevate it to Perfection, and gain enlightenment afterward, which might allow him to enlighten to Saber Momentum. But will the re-enlightened Saber Momentum fully meet my requirements?”
Ji Qing fell into contemplation.
It really might not.
He has Origin Points, so condensing Saber Momentum is no problem.
But he wants to restore the previously shattered Saber Momentum and fully integrate it into himself, forming the Saber Momentum most suited to him, which is difficult.
“Actually, I now just need an opportunity, an enlightenment, to recondense Saber Momentum, or even take it to the next level, thereby achieving Saber Momentum Major Accomplishment!”
“If it’s just cultivating a new saber technique and enlightening to Saber Momentum from it, wouldn’t that be the same as before?”
Ji Qing thought it over, and this time the shattering of Saber Momentum was actually an opportunity.
He must make good use of this opportunity.
As long as he finds the opportunity, breaks and then establishes, his Saber Momentum will surely achieve Major Accomplishment!
This is something many martial artists dream of.
For example, Ye Chunsheng; for his Sword Momentum to achieve Major Accomplishment, it would take too much time.
Even Ye Chunsheng might not know if his Sword Momentum can achieve Major Accomplishment in his lifetime.
Ji Qing’s Saber Momentum is shattered, but as long as he can recondense it, it will certainly achieve Major Accomplishment, which has already surpassed the lifelong efforts of many martial artists.
However, where is Ji Qing’s opportunity?
Back then, Ye Chunsheng saw a meteor, gained enlightenment, and ultimately enlightened to Meteor Sword Momentum.
That meteor was Ye Chunsheng’s opportunity.
“As the old saying goes, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand li. Similarly, secluded meditation and bitter thinking, or practicing a hundred saber techniques alone, is not as good as going out for a walk.”
Ji Qing had a strong urge in his heart.
He wanted to go to Jianghu, to the world, and travel around.
This time, he didn’t need to flee for his life or hunt others; he just wanted to simply walk around.
Feel heaven and earth, nature, and Jianghu with his heart!
This is also a process of “enlightenment.”
Many martial artists stuck at bottlenecks often use this method.
Ji Qing is not stuck at a bottleneck; he just wants to find his own opportunity and the Saber Momentum most suited to him.
There is a kind of martial artist in Jianghu who call themselves “hard cultivators.”
They do not fight, scheme, or contend for fame and fortune; they wander the world, single-mindedly hard cultivating, pursuing the peak of the Martial Way!
These “hard cultivators” do not necessarily have great strength.
But their minds and understanding of the Martial Way far surpass ordinary martial artists.
Ji Qing does not intend to become a “hard cultivator,” but he feels this method of hard cultivators can be borrowed.
Speaking of which, Ji Qing has been in this world for a long time already.
But he really has not settled down to properly take a good look at this world.
He will take this opportunity to go to Jianghu, to the world.
Look at this world with his heart!
Thus, Ji Qing left the inn.
He also had no specific destination.
Instead, he walked aimlessly.
He didn’t even ride a horse; he walked on foot, step by step.
He didn’t even use Lightness Skill.
It was as if he had become an ordinary person.
Step by step walking.
One month, two months, three months…
Ji Qing no longer knew how long he had been walking.
When tired, he rested; when thirsty, he drank water.
He tried to treat himself as an ordinary person; except for meditating to practice Internal Energy at night, he didn’t even practice saber techniques.
The whole person did not look like a Jianghu person at all.
After walking for several months, Ji Qing had become ragged in clothes, with tanned skin, messy hair, and emitting a foul smell all over his body.
The whole person looked just like a beggar.
But his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
His eyes were bright and full of spirit.
Over several months, Ji Qing seemed to have forgotten martial arts, forgotten saber techniques, forgotten the purpose of this trip.
He just kept walking step by step; although he had no clear destination, every step was firm.
It was as if he was measuring the land with his feet.
Experiencing heaven and earth nature with his heart.
Ji Qing didn’t know where he had walked to.
He just felt the weather getting hotter and hotter.
And the grain in the surrounding fields had all withered, with almost no harvest.
Groups of refugees began appearing on the road.
Corpses fell from time to time, turning into cold corpses.
Ji Qing understood; disaster had struck.
Drought disaster!
And drought disaster often means famine.
The refugees, carrying their families, left their homes to flee the famine, just for a bite to eat, to survive.
Unknowingly, Ji Qing had walked into the midst of the refugees; in his current appearance, even worse than the refugees, naturally no one suspected him.
Since becoming one of the refugees, Ji Qing had seen too many horrific things.
For example, exchanging children to eat.
In the face of famine, all morals and laws are useless.
Such tragic scenes have existed in every dynasty.
In history books, it might only merit six words.
Great famine, people eat each other.
That’s all.
This day, Ji Qing was tired from walking.
He found a tree and sat under it to enjoy the shade.
Vaguely, unkind gazes swept over him.
However, Ji Qing carried a saber on his body.
It was this saber that deterred many refugees.
Therefore, even though Ji Qing was alone, no refugees targeted him along the way.
Sure enough, those gazes soon disappeared.
Ji Qing also saw several refugees starved to skin and bones, their eyes gleaming like hungry wolves.
That was hunger so extreme that they wanted to stuff anything into their mouths.
Ji Qing ignored these people; as long as they didn’t provoke him, it was fine.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from beside Ji Qing.
Ji Qing glanced sideways.
A dirty boy of about ten years old leaned against another tree.
About three zhang away from Ji Qing.
Ji Qing paid it no mind.
Time passed bit by bit; in the blink of an eye, several hours had gone by.
It was already dusk.
The hot air in the atmosphere had also dissipated quite a bit.
But Ji Qing noticed the boy was still under the nearby tree, seemingly asleep.
Ji Qing stood up and walked away step by step.
As a result, after just a few steps, Ji Qing found the boy following behind him.
Moreover, keeping exactly three zhang distance.
But the boy said not a word.
Ji Qing didn’t ask, continuing forward with the refugee crowd.
One day, two days, three days…
The boy followed behind Ji Qing every day; even after several days, he still kept three zhang distance.
He would occasionally leave.
That was the boy going to find food.
No one knew how this boy survived.
In famine times, even tree roots were eaten up, but the boy would go out for a while and return, probably having eaten something.
So after several days, the boy was still alive and well.
This day, Ji Qing stood up, and the boy quickly followed.
“Why are you following me?”
Ji Qing spoke.
These past few months, he had been like practicing closed-mouth meditation, hardly speaking.
This was the first time Ji Qing had spoken since deciding to “travel ten thousand li.”
“You’re not mute?”
The boy instead asked in slight surprise.
