And the huge amount of Emperor Flowing Pulp that Hei Ding had plundered was enough to offset the Emperor Flowing Pulp that Ye Tilt needed for several months.

It didn't take the eighteen months to calculate the earliest, if she could sweep away so much Emperor Liquid Pulp at fifteen o'clock every month, she wanted to reach the peak of the primary stage in twelve months at most, and enter the level of the "True Eye" in one fell swoop.

At that time, the cultivation of the Ye Tilt Pupil Technique can be expected.

As for how to get so much Emperor Flowing Pulp, you can only rely on the weather and go to different regions to wait for the night of the full moon. The trouble was a little bit, but she thought it was worth it.

A creepy roar roared in the night.

The open-air balcony of the top apartment where Ye Tian was located was filled with the sound of sharpening swords.

Its sound is different from the ordinary, and there is an indescribable clear sound.

For some reason, with the sound of sharpening the sword, the screams of the zombies that rose into the sky around were blocked to a certain extent, or rather, they were all overshadowed by the slightly harsh, but indescribable, clear sound.

At first, Ye Tian also felt strange, but after a long time, he also got used to it.

The bronze ancient sword in his hand hadn't changed much after five days of polishing, at least it looked like it. When Ye Tian's fingers touched the still rusty and blunt blade, she didn't see any change, and even her fingers couldn't be cut.

But she was not lost because of this, but a pair of eyes showed intriguing joy in the dark.

Then, she suddenly stopped sharpening the sword in her hand, slowly lifted the sword and got up, and shot the sword towards the hard stone slab under her feet.

The result was naturally not as magical as she imagined, and it was a step further in sharpening iron like clay, but when she shook hands with a sword, it became more and more comfortable. Moreover, under her repeated experiments, this bronze ancient sword seemed to have lost its lethal attack power against her......

And when she injected the true element, she could vaguely perceive the joyful sound emitted by the bronze ancient sword.

These changes all stem from the fist-sized piece in his hand, the Sharpening Stone.

It's just strange that she has been grinding for so many days, but the sharpening sword stone has not diminished in the slightest.

Not at all.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the way I polish it?"

Ye Tian didn't know that every time she polished the bronze ancient sword and reached a state of selflessness, on the inconspicuous black sword grinding stone, with every time the bronze ancient sword was sharpened, there was an imperceptible, hair-like faint glimmer seeping out of the grinding stone, and then fell on the bronze ancient sword.

At first, the glimmer remained the same.

But as time passed, perhaps after accumulating to a certain extent, it finally changed.

On Ye Tian's sword blade, which was invisible to the naked eye, there was actually a "qi" condensing.

It was precisely because this qi consciously wrapped the blade that Ye Tian was protected from its harm, and this hidden change could not be discovered until Ye Tian stepped into the first stage of the Pupil Technique and used the real "True Eye".

The half-hearted changes in her eyes at the moment couldn't see the depth of them at all.

The deeper changes are probably beyond the reach of Ye Tian's True Eye when he reaches the first stage of the Pupil Technique.

If the two-tailed white fox is here, using those silver eyes, without reservation, in addition to the "qi" that wraps the blade, you may be able to vaguely see that in the center of the bronze ancient sword, there is a very strange "sword light" condensing, but it is still very weak at the moment.

Like a fragile candle in the endless darkness, swaying in the wind and rain, it seems that it may be extinguished at any moment.

When it is weak, it almost perishes, and only the most central point remains;

When it is strong, with a glimmer of light, it almost burns the entire darkness.

Again, this is because of personal vision.

If he were to be replaced by a wise man like the ancestor of the Xuanmen, all the descriptions would change again, and the truth could be further excavated: he might not see a "sword light", but an extremely faint touch of spirituality.

Yes, it's a touch of spirituality.

With the "creative power" within the Sharpening Stone, it produces a touch of "spirituality" that is almost zero.

It can be said that it exists, or it can be said that it does not exist.

Because it is too subtle, and although the bronze ancient sword is not simple, it is fundamentally not worthy of this "spirituality", if there is no spiritual object with the power of creation to continue to inject "life" into it, this almost zero spirituality will be wiped out by the cause and effect and evil qi under the mottled rust of the bronze ancient sword.

But all this, not to mention the coincidences that the two-tailed white fox did not see, not to mention whether the Xuanmen Ancestor, who has the vision of the ancient and the modern, can have the silver eyes of the two-tailed white fox and see through many falsehoods.

At the moment, Ye Tian didn't know anything about it.

But even if she is ignorant, she still enjoys that kind of "quietness", quiet to the extreme, some voices from the outside world have been silenced, and only the slightly harsh but unspeakable sound of sharpening the sword is left in her mind.

Since she stepped into Xiuzhen, too many times she has been in passive retreat, coincidental retreat, every time she is in a hurry, there is too much helplessness and necessity. It is rare to be able to enjoy the kind of retreat that does not care about the outside world, does not have to think about who to surpass, does not have to think about who to save, she only lives for the "quiet" of this moment.

She enjoys the change.

If her original state of mind is a "Wubo Ancient Well" that she forcibly locked up in a closed house;

So now, it is like a stream that is not disturbed, even if the outside world is noisy, she still does not divert it.

Repeating the action of "sharpening the sword" again and again, and carefully feeling the "quietness", Ye Tian faintly comprehended, but if she really understood something, she couldn't say it, as if her state of mind had not yet reached that part.

The world in front of me is like a veil.

It seemed that as soon as she lifted it, she could see the scenery covered by the light veil.

She had many cruxes in her heart, but in the end she did not move, and did not move the light veil that covered her eyes.

When her vision, state of mind, and cultivation are not enough, she can't break through the obstacles in front of her, see the mountains at a glance, and see the essence of things. But some of the perceptions come naturally, and she also hopes to accumulate little by little in her current state of mind, and one day, even if she doesn't have to lift the light veil, she can also enjoy the supreme beauty.

If it is forced, she is afraid, afraid that what she can see now is not what she wants to see.

Ye Tian didn't know that her "unknown reason" perception came from the inconspicuous grinding stone in her hand.

She used the sword grinding stone to polish the bronze ancient sword, and the sword grinding stone was also sharpening her Dao heart.

——Sharpen the sword stone, sharpen the sword and sharpen the heart.

In a short period of time, there may not be too much change.

But in the long run, the benefits are extraordinary, and one day, when the sword spirit is born, the sword heart will also be born.

Of course, this requires more than just spiritual objects.

I know a lot about the sword grinding stone Ye Tilt, but after all, I don't know the meaning.

It is indeed a bit difficult to say that this thing can really polish a sword spirit.

But it's really perfect for polishing the foundation.

The sword is a man, too.

The nights in summer are shorter than those in winter.

It was a flash of darkness.

Ye Tilt ushered in the sunrise on the sixth day.