In the dense bamboo forest, the figure disappeared in the wide robe, and even his face was hidden: "How many layers have you practiced the Three Pure Heart Method?"

"Shangqing second floor, master!" Zhou Bo replied respectfully, looking at the people in the wide robes, his eyes were full of respect: "The disciple is stupid, he has not broken through the Shangqing double layer until now, and he has stepped into the Shangqing triple layer, which has disappointed the master!"

"Hehe" There was not much displeasure in the smile of the black-robed figure: "Yes, I have been teaching you the Three Qing Mind Method since I was ten years old, and it is already rare to break through to the Shangqing Double Realm in the Three Qings in eight years." Your senior brother Li Hao began to practice the Three Pure Mind Method at the age of eight, and now he has been cultivating for sixteen years at the age of twenty-four, which is also the state of the Shangqing Dual. You've been cultivating less than him for a full six years, but the realm is already the same, what are you not satisfied with!"

"Yes!" Zhou Bo replied respectfully. Although he already knew the identity of his master, but seeing that the master did not mean to admit it to himself, Zhou Bo could only be the same as usual, with a modest tone and quiet demeanor, full of respect for his master. Perhaps, this is also another side of Uncle Mo Ye, right?

I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm not going to teach you anything today. You have learned all the "Sixty-Nine Streamer Sword", and the rest depends on your own thinking, your first six and the last nine are not connected smoothly, so step up your practice in the future. ”

"Disciple understands!" Zhou Bo said lightly, as if he had thought of something, and then said Master, it seems that the disciple's heart and sword are not completely unified, and he is always slow down, what should I do?"

"The art of swordsmanship is different from the art of swordsmanship, which requires diligent study and hard practice, and the so-called diligence can make up for clumsiness, which is the case. Although your comprehension ability is good, your wrist strength is slightly lacking. The 69 Streamer Sword pays attention to being elegant and free, but it opens and closes widely, and there is hidden strength in the softness. You use the Sixty-Nine Streamer Sword, soft and redundant, just insufficient! I only gave you a little guidance, but I never laid a foundation for you. From tomorrow onwards, you will practice drawing your sword a thousand times, cutting your sword a thousand times, and collecting your sword a thousand times every morning, and within a month, you will improve!"

"Huh, so much?" Zhou Bo stuck out his tongue and said a little mischievously: "Master, this is too much!"

"The path of cultivation, how can it be as simple as you think?" The black-robed master's tone was a little more stern: "Zhou Bo, I have been thinking about a set of swords for a long time, and I don't know if I should teach you or not." After I left this time, I won't be back for a long time. So, I haven't figured it out yet, so I'll listen to your opinion, do you want to learn this sword style!"

Zhou Bo heard the black-robed master's solemn tone, and the expression on his face became formal: "Does the master believe in the apprentice, or is the apprentice's qualifications stupid and not suitable for learning this set of starting sword styles?"

"No, this sword style is very suitable for you now. Whether it's your age or your cultivation, I think it's the golden age for you to study. However, this set of sword styles is too domineering after all, and it is too aggressive, and it is not a skill that people in the Tao should learn. After this set of sword styles is completed, it is difficult to get back, and one sword is enough to determine life and death. I didn't intend to teach you this set of swordsmanship, but your cultivation is still weaker after all, the vast land of Shenzhou, heroes and heroes, and countless talented heroes, if you go down the mountain with your current ability in the future, you don't have life-saving skills, the risk is too great. That's it, you make a poisonous oath!"

Zhou Bo heard the explanation of the black-robed teacher, and he also realized in his heart that the set of swordsmanship taught by his uncle Mo Ye must be a very powerful set of swordsmanship. The reason why I have to make a poisonous oath by myself is probably because I am afraid that I will rely on the power of this sword technique to kill innocents indiscriminately and create more evil in the future. Therefore, he didn't blame the master in his heart, and immediately stood with three fingers together, and said loudly: "The bright moon is above, the thick earth is below, and Zhou Bo, a disciple of Chenxi, swears here that he will not use the swordsmanship taught by the master to kill innocents indiscriminately and do evil." Those who violate it will be punished by heaven, and their bodies will be destroyed, and their souls will not exist, and they will not enter the ..... of reincarnation."

Cultivators have always believed that there are gods three feet above their heads, that the way of heaven is clear, that cause and effect are circulating, and that reincarnation is reciprocated. Zhou Bo's poisonous oath is already the most vicious, and ordinary people don't dare to issue it at will. Zhou Bo used this poisonous oath to prove to his master that he would not go against his master's original intentions, only use it for self-protection, and would not kill innocents indiscriminately and do evil.

"Okay, I hope you will never break this oath, and in front of everyone, you must not show this set of swordsmanship, otherwise there will be trouble. You, do you remember?" Uncle Mo Ye's tone was solemn, and he told Zhou Bo again.

"Yes, master, disciple remembered!" Seeing Mo Ye telling himself again and again, Zhou Bo's heart gradually became nervous and curious. "What kind of swordsmanship is it that can make Mo Ye value so much and is unwilling to show it in front of everyone?" Zhou Bo became more and more curious in his heart, and there was a faint urge to let the master teach him immediately.

I saw that Mo Ye's palm, which was hidden in the black robe, suddenly opened his palm towards Zhou Bo, and immediately a suction force drove the air flow in the air to roll upside down. The Jingyun Sword behind Zhou Bo "poofed", and was swept into Mo Ye's hands by the volley of air. In the dark night, the Jingyun Sword emitted a faint white cold light, and the entire sword body looked as bright as autumn water in the moonlight. "It seems that Uncle Su Ye's sword is really a good sword," Zhou Bo sighed secretly in his heart.

In the moonlight, in the bamboo forest. Mo Ye, who was dressed in a black robe, suddenly lost his momentum. The whole person stood in place, not moving at all, not even the hand holding the sword, not moving a single point. However, Zhou Bo felt a faint sense of pressure and fear, and at this moment, Uncle Mo Ye's whole person was like heaven and earth. In the air, there was an invisible pressure emanating from his body, firmly locking everything around him. Zhou Bo believed that if he fell into such a situation during the battle, then the solution would inevitably be defeat or death.

Although Mo Ye didn't move the slightest, it seemed that the whole person had turned into an ancient tree, standing in the dark. However, on Zhou Bo's forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans were quietly secreted in the invisible pressure. Although that kind of energy and pressure was not directed at Zhou Bo, Zhou Bo also felt uncomfortable for a while. It seems that under this pressure, I am almost unable to resist the invasion of this pressure and energy.

Finally, just when Zhou Bo was about to make a sound when he couldn't bear it anymore, Mo Ye, who had been standing quietly in place, moved........

"Groan..............." A strange sword groan sounded at the moment when Mo Ye swung his sword, and it sounded to itself. Zhou Bo, who was standing on the side, only felt a earth-shattering energy, rushing out from around Mo Ye like a wave. Around, the huge light that appeared when the long sword was waved suddenly made Zhou Bo's eyes subconsciously close, and at that moment, Zhou Bo's eyes were only white.......

The light disappeared, and Mo Ye's whole person returned to its original state, and the fingers of his left hand gently rubbed the spine of Jingyun Sword. And around, everything is as it is, as if nothing has happened, and the sudden white light may be just a trick......

Zhou Bo saw that everything around him had not changed, as if the sword of his uncle Mo Ye was just a display. Just as Zhou Bo was about to speak, a gust of mountain wind blew, and a scene that shocked Zhou Bo happened.

The row of dozens of lush green bamboos in front of Mo Ye actually drifted out like smoke in the mountain wind. Zhou Bo rubbed his eyes in surprise, as if he thought he had seen it wrong. However, the greenish powder had not yet dissipated. "That's right, I was not mistaken, those dozens of green bamboos really turned into blue-green powder with bamboo branches and leaves, and they were scattered everywhere by the mountain wind.

"What a strong sword, such a domineering and sharp sword!" Zhou Bo was completely shocked, and now he finally knew why his uncle Mo Ye was so secretive about this set of swordsmanship that he didn't want others to know. I'm afraid that such a sharp and domineering sword, once discovered, will inevitably cause a big trouble. As soon as a sword comes out, the wind and clouds change color, I am afraid that in actual combat, this set of swordsmanship will really come out with a sword, and it will be difficult to return. Even if the person who made the move wanted to stop, he couldn't do it.

"This set of sword styles is just one move, and the sword style can almost reach the point of life and death with one move. Mo Ye said lightly: "This set of swordsmanship is too sharp, and when it is practiced to the peak, it has the power to destroy the world." Therefore, you must abide by your oath, otherwise the teacher will inevitably clean the door with your own hands for the sake of the common people in the world!"

"Yes, master, the disciple must remember the oath and never break it!" Zhou Bo immediately said when he heard Mo Ye's final ruthlessness. After finishing speaking, he asked, "Master, what is the name of this set of starting sword techniques, is it your original?"

"No..."Mo Ye's tone was faintly low: "This set of sword techniques was learned by me from a good friend, not created by me. And I don't want you to use it one day. If you can, I hope you'd better not use this set of starting sword poses once in your life!"

"Master rest assured, the disciple will abide by your education, and he will never use this set of starting sword poses until his life is in danger. By the way, what is the name of this set of sword tricks?"

"What's the name?" Mo Ye's mouth twitched: "What's the name.. What a name... One sword, one out.. Scattered... The past is like smoke.. Say goodbye to the end.. Let's call it Drifting Dust."

In the tone, there was a little sadness and a little nostalgia, as if this set of "Drifting Dust" starting sword style aroused Mo Ye's endless thoughts.....

"Whoosh" The bright sword light with the flick of the wrist, with an elegant arc, the hand of the sword fell, the sound of the sword broke through the air, and with the sound of "split", a wrist-thick bamboo fell in response. With a "poof", the sword light was extinguished, and Jingyun Sword returned to its scabbard. Draw the sword, split the bamboo, collect the sword and return the sheath, the three actions are coherent and continuous, all in one go.

Not far away, a large piece of green bamboo had already fallen horizontally, and Zhou Bo stood in the direction, a bare piece. It is particularly conspicuous in the turquoise bamboo forest, as if a person's originally dense hair is bald, and it is indescribably awkward.

On this morning, Zhou Bo was alone in the bamboo forest in the peak, drawing his sword alone to split the bamboo and collect the sword and return the sheath, and practiced for two hours in one breath without interruption. Unconsciously, the sun had risen in mid-air, he was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were sore, and when he looked at it, he had cut out a clearing of the lush bamboo forest.

At this time, Lan was humming an unknown song and bouncing towards Zhou Bo. When he saw Zhou Bo's appearance, he looked at the bamboo forest again, blinked his eyes, and asked with some confusion and surprise: "Senior brother, what are you doing?

Zhou Bo heard Yu Lan's question, and was a little embarrassed to put the sword back into the sheath: "This, the master agreed that I practice Taoism and sword skills, I heard my uncle say that practicing drawing the sword and cutting the sword and returning the sheath every morning will make progress, so I did it! Practice chopping bamboo, I will make breakfast for you, you go eat first, and I will go back to wash the dishes in a while!"

Yu Lan showed a strange look on his face, and pointed to the open space and the bamboos that fell all over the ground: "You cut so many by yourself?"

"En!" Zhou Bo nodded: "Is there any problem, Yu Lan?"

Yu Lan shook her head: "Senior brother, I didn't say you. Even if we have a lot of bamboo, we can't let you cut it like this. You cut so much in one morning, if you continue to practice like this, I don't think it will take more than a month for us to cut down the bamboo on Purple Star Peak!"

"This...."Zhou Bo showed a little embarrassed look on his face, and he was a little apologetic: "I didn't expect so much, I won't cut ....."

"Alas" Yu Lan pretended to be old and sighed: "If you want to practice, don't tell me, I can help you!"

"How can I help?" Zhou Bo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked urgently.

"Hehe, it's actually nothing, it's just throwing the bamboo you cut down to you and letting you practice cutting bamboo. You cut so much today, each bamboo is more than three meters long, and you cut it down one by one, which saves a lot. With so much bamboo, how can you say that you can cut it for two or three months?"

"yes, I didn't think of that. When Zhou Bo heard Yu Lan's suggestion, he immediately smiled and said, "In this way, it will trouble the little junior brother!"

Yu Lan smiled: "What's the trouble here, it's just more fun!" After speaking, he pulled out the scabbard of the long sword behind his back, and as soon as the sword light moved, a piece of bamboo had already flown directly towards Zhou Bo: "Senior Brother Zhou Bo, let's start!"

Seeing the irregular flying direction of the bamboo, Zhou Bo jumped high and drew his sword quickly. With a "poof", the white light flashed in the metal sound of the long sword unsheathed, and the bamboo was immediately split into two and broken in two by Zhou Bo's long sword. Immediately, the white sword light flashed away, and it was sheathed again. The whole movement was just a moment, and Yu Lan's eyes kept watching: "Good girl, do you still need to practice? This is much faster than my sword speed and sword drawing speed." Even if it is a senior brother, he may not have such a fast speed, could it be that the drunkard uncle really didn't play tricks on people this time? This is really a practice method?" I don't know how many times I lost after eating Mo Ye, Yu Lan, who had almost been tricked and scared by Mo Ye, looked at Zhou Bo with some suspicion, and with a movement of his wrist, another piece of bamboo flew towards Zhou Bo, and then he was cut in two by the latter.

Seeing the speed of the second senior brother, who had barely been exposed to sword skills, the trace of young comparison in Yu Lan's heart also suddenly rose, and the movements in his hands no longer stopped. For a while, the white sword light of the two of them continued to flash, and the speed at which the green bamboo flew towards Zhou Bo also continued to increase. Moreover, the number of green bamboos is also increasing, and sometimes even several green bamboos fly to Zhou Bo at the same time.

Zhou Bo smiled secretly in his heart, but his face was still meticulous, and he looked faintly tired. Although the hands and feet are really sore, it is also caused by a long time with a sword. Physically, I didn't feel much tiredness. Yu Lan's sword speed was actually much slower than Zhou Bo's, and Zhou Bo was sure that the three green bamboos would be cut at the same time. Although you can't take out the sword three times, slash three times, and cut off the green bamboo with three swords. However, with a sword out of the sheath, continuous slashing and then closing the sword, Zhou Bo is confident that he can still do it.