Sword comes

The old scholar was standing on a boulder on the top of the mountain, the mountain wind was blowing, his sleeves were fluttering, and there was a sound of hunting.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind, how can he still have the slightest bit of shabby air?

The old scholar looked eight hundred miles away, and the sudden light, even at such a long distance, still made the old man feel a little dazzling. , a lot blunt, but the vigor contained within has not decayed too much. It’s powerful, it’s really powerful, and it’s been thousands of years, and the vicissitudes of life, but it’s still possible to have such a great amount of energy. But”

The old scholar quickly smiled and said: "I will rely on this mountain to let you retreat in the face of difficulties. Fighting is a matter of fighting as little as possible. It hurts peace."

The mountain at the foot of the old man, which he imagined into the painting, is so famous that it cannot be bigger.

Among the nine continents, the Shenzhou of Zhongtu has the most extensive territory. There is a big mountain named Suishan. "Ancestor", there is "Gangfeng Xulai" left by the first disciple of the Taoist ancestor, and there are four characters "Only Wudang" carved with the fingers of the military sage.

There are more than 180 pieces of stone carvings, including cursive, script, script and regular script, written by emperors of all dynasties and dynasties from all continents. These inscriptions and cliffs have been carved from the top of Sui Mountain to the Tiantai. , extending down to the mountainside, places of interest and historical sites can be seen almost everywhere.

The old scholar looked at the bright sword light, and was a little surprised. It was the first time he appeared at the mouth of the old well before, and he saw Chen Pingan's gesture of holding the sword. It was really unsightly. I can't stand it.But at this moment, seeing the young man holding the sword in front of him, the old man had only one feeling.

stable.

The young man's hand holding the sword is very steady, and his heart is very calm, very calm, so the spirit of the whole person is more stable.

After the tall woman poured all the sword intent into the "Old Sword", the next moment, she appeared directly on the heart lake of the young Chen Pingan with a more illusory figure and mysterious aura. With golden eyes and bare feet, she appeared on the tip of her toes. Gently tap on the surface of the lake, ripples appear, so the boy's heart rang out.

Her warm voice resounded through the young man's heart, "Don't rush to make a move, first get used to the feeling of a ten-level Qi practitioner."

"The so-called swordsmanship moves are only a few kinds, and they can't change too many tricks. This is the difference between the later generations of Jianghu and the fairy family on the mountain. Qi practitioners practice Qi, cultivate and refine, and the sword will be bred. Ten thousand, there are deep and shallow, high and low. If others are wells and streams, you are lakes and rivers, naturally you are thousands of times better than others."

"The length of the sword energy depends on the development of the physique and Qi Palace. The more holes in the Qi Palace, the deeper the potential will be excavated. Others only have a low-level blessed place, but you have all the caves. The difference between the two is a world of difference. Meridians are like roads, the tougher and wider, others are single-plank bridges and intestines, and you are the avenue that leads to heaven, how can I compete with you?"

She looked around, and after seeing the young man's state of mind, she smiled and said softly, "Do you understand?"

The young man is struggling to adapt to the tenth level of cultivation, and the air around his body is so turbulent that he can't even open his eyes, let alone speak. Fortunately, she told him that he only needs to meditate in his heart.The boy told her honestly, "I can understand, but I don't know how to do it."

She was not surprised at all, and burst out laughing.

Chen Ping didn't know what to do, and continued to try his best to adapt to himself as a Qi practitioner in the ten realms.

That kind of strange feeling is inexplicable.

It's like a hungry person whose stomach is suddenly filled with big fish and meat, without leaving any gaps, and all the Qi Palaces are stretched open.

The primordial qi machine that was originally like a wandering fire dragon suddenly changed from the size of a needle and thread to the size of an exaggerated loach, swimming swiftly and violently through the meridians of the whole body, rampant and unimpeded, engulfing all the qi in the middle The qi at Fuqiao acupoint is like a snowball, and that posture, it feels like it will not stop until it becomes a veritable dragon.

The body is as clear as glass, and the meridians of the trunk are stretched and stretched like golden branches and jade leaves.

Infuriating and clean, returning to the original and returning to the truth, long-term vision and long-term life.

One by one, the words that Lin Shouyi had mentioned surfaced in Chen Pingan's mind one by one.

On the heart lake, she said softly: "It's almost meaningless. After all, Jianxiu is not an ordinary Qi trainer."

Then she raised her head, looked into the distance, and looked directly at the boulder on the top of the mountain through Chen Pingan's alchemy state of mind, and asked with a smile: "What do you think? To defend against the enemy from the mountains would be too victorious."

"I want you to be convinced to lose."

The old scholar understood, laughed heartily, hesitated for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his eyes over the entire mountain, finally concentrating his eyes on a cliff, on which there was a strange picture " Copybook" is exactly the "Flying Sword Post" that attracted countless sword cultivators to watch and emulate in Shenzhou, and even built a hut under the cliff to understand the way of swordsmanship.

"Take it, how much you can take depends on your ability. Zuo Xiaozi was just like you at the beginning. He hadn't formally learned swords yet. He accidentally climbed a mountain to read the characters of Yaguan. After seeing it, he grasped the six characters. The talent of swordsmanship How about your aptitude? You can see results immediately. Among swordsmanship, geniuses come out in large numbers, but geniuses are also divided into big and small. Five words will become a land sword fairy, Chen Pingan, let's see how your bones are."

I saw the old man waved his sleeves, and the seven ancient characters on the cliff flew out of the cliff, and flew towards Chen Pingan who was [-] miles away. Shining brightly, each word revolved around Chen Pingan rapidly.

It's just that in the end, he didn't want to approach Chen Ping'an at all, and the distance grew farther and farther, and finally he turned around and flew back.

After the old scholar saw this scene, he felt embarrassed and guilty, and murmured: "It's self-defeating, Xiao Ping'an, I'm sorry. How did I expect these words to be so disrespectful?"

The woman who stepped on Chen Pingan's Heart Lake snorted coldly.

The old scholar laughed and said: "It's tricky, it's really tricky, it doesn't matter what you do, I'll change it to a more worry-free method, it won't bother me, I have an old friendship with Suishan Mountain God, he I am the most clear about what kind of family background I have, if it doesn’t work, I will”

"The seven characters look down on me, I'm not surprised."

At this moment, Chen Pingan opened a gap in his eyes, and no longer spoke to the tall woman with his heart, but directly said, "And I don't want them, really."

She was shocked.

The young man increased his strength, held the long sword in his hand, and said slowly: "When I practice boxing, I always have a feeling that when I practice to the end, the punch will be very fast, and I even think it is the fastest. Now that you are by my side, I think it’s enough, I don’t need any words at all, the next sword will soon believe me, it will definitely be soon”

The woman nodded.

The old scholar was also taken aback, tsk-tsk said: "This tone is really like Xiao Qi's youth."

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, but he deliberately opened his throat and snorted coldly: "I'd like to see if this sword can make your boy's tenth realm cultivation base play out, Chen Ping'an, Don't hold back, you will only show your strength in the seventh and eighth realms in the end. Come on, come on, if you don't hand this sword out, the day lily will be cold."

After the old man teased the young man, he sat cross-legged and murmured: "There is a saying among poets, that a sword has been sharpened for ten years, but the frost edge has never been tested. Today, if you show the king, who has any injustice. But there are so many injustices in the world. But only one."

The old scholar smiled, no longer having these sad emotions, and gloated: "Besides, others have sharpened their swords for ten years. The sword in your hand, Chen Ping'an, must have been 1 years old."

Chen Pingan almost said in a deep voice with the tall woman, "Let's go"

Chen Pingan started to run forward.

The boy dragged his sword and walked away.

The old scholar who saw all this just smiled and shook his head.

The young man ran forward with his head held high.

The young man leaped high and slashed down with his sword.

Wan Lai was silent.

There is no amazing sword light that shines on the sky and the earth, and there is no sword energy that penetrates Changhong.

But at this moment, on the boulder on the top of the mountain, the old man who was originally sitting facing south sat sideways.

On the surface of the heart lake, the woman suddenly fell into the bottom of the lake, closed her eyes and said slowly, "It's been 1 years."

At the same time, next to the well in the Qiulu Inn, Li Baoping, who had been studying the painting scroll, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in surprise, "Why did the painting scroll suddenly have a crack?"