Holding the long sword, Shi Jing staggered towards the makeshift wooden house, he was abandoned in the snow more than ten years ago because he was born with a weak constitution and years of ineffective healing, and was picked up by the guild leader and returned to the guild.

He was very lucky, frail and sickly but still had a sacrifice spirit, and with the help of the president, he became a spirit master to save his life, but after becoming a spirit master, his condition did not improve, and he could not find the reason, dragging his sick body, what ordinary people can learn in a day, Shijing needs to spend three times or even five times as much effort to barely learn.

However, born in this dynasty where there are very few exorcisms and demons, he did not become the lucky one who was favored by God, and what frustrated him the most was that he was already weak and sickly, and the road of refining and cultivating martial arts was almost blocked.

Becoming a spirit master can only be used to sustain his life? Shi Jing felt like a formality for a period of time, meditating and practicing all day long, and there was nothing else to speak of.

Until he met an old man outside the city whose life was about to run out, the old man's surname was Zuo, he was a swordsman, not far away, and even the stone path whose strength was not more than the second order of Wangchen could see that he was close to running out of oil and lamp, but the sword qi around the old man was still vigorous and horizontal. He played the sword over and over again, even if there was one more person not far away, he didn't notice that he only had the sword in his eyes, and every move and style was deduced to the extreme.

The sword in the old man's hand is getting faster and faster, and the momentum is getting more and more majestic, like a hundred meters of pressure on the stone path completely out of breath, at that moment the stone path saw that the long wind was not like the will of the world, and a sword seemed to come from the sky!

In the next moment, the momentum collapsed, and the old man knelt on the ground and breathed, but Shi Jing saw him laughing, holding his long sword high and laughing at the sky: "Hahahaha, I finally came to my senses, I have been begging for seventy years, and it is enough to die at night!"

"Hahahaha...... Poof!" Blood gushed out of the old man's mouth, and even the flesh and skin dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shi Jing hurriedly ran up, took out the pill in his arms and handed it to the old man: "How are you, this is the pill that the president gave me, which can be used to continue my life." ”

But what he saw was a pair of withered eyes: "It's useless, I'm already at the end." ”

Shi Jing was at a loss for what to do, and the old man was dying: "Can you drive the little brother and bury my old bone on the spot, this is where I understand the sword, and it is also the final destination, this sword...... Although it is not expensive, it accompanies me, if the little brother does not dislike it, it will be regarded as a thank you gift...... I'm tired ......."

Shi Jing took the hilt of the sword, and the old man's hand hung down weakly, and he lost his breath.

He buried the old man in the crack that the last sword had slashed out, and he couldn't even remember how he had returned to the guild.

Since then, the guild has discovered that Shijing has begun to practice swords.

He couldn't even hold the long sword that was no more than four feet long, and every movement was extremely difficult, and it was a world of difference from Su Mingyu, who was of the same age.

Shi Jing is not suitable for refining the body and cultivating martial arts, this is something that everyone knows, and the president who taught them to practice swords just glanced at Shi Jing thoughtfully, and did not stop him, but threw him a sword book casually.

"Follow the practice!" said the president with only three words.

Later, I don't know where a sword master came, and now Shi Jing doesn't know his strength, but the old acquaintance of the president of the matter has been in a guild for a long time, and when he has a whim, he instructs them to practice swords.

"You are not fit to learn swords. "This is what the sword master said to Su Mingyu and Shi Jing.

Of course, the young Su Mingyu was unhappy, and asked, "Why?"

"If you don't have a sword heart, you won't be able to reach a very high level no matter what. The sword master said, then pointed at Su Mingyu and said, "Especially you." ”

Sure enough, as expected by the sword master, Su Mingyu still had no results after three years of hard training, even those who were not as talented as him were ahead of him, and the same as Shijing, who had no talent, was even worse than Su Mingyu, the difference was that he had no choice, even if he changed to practice, it would only be the same result.

So regardless of the cold or summer, the frail and sickly boy waved the long sword in his hand, and what echoed in his mind was always the old man's sentence that it was enough to die at night, and finally on a snowy night, the young man collapsed in the snow and was rescued by his fellow guild companions.

Everyone knew about his physical condition, worried about him, feared that he would not survive the winter, and when the young man woke up, the first thing he said was, "I realized!"

That night the young man was wrapped in a quilt, and by the fire in the hall, laughing like a fool at the concerned complaints of his companions.

Since then, the young man's sword has advanced by leaps and bounds, no longer a fixed sword style, no longer a rigid sword move, the young man's sword is like the snow flying in winter, and like the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Shi Jing said as he walked: "Like you, I used to regard cultivation as the only way to continue my life, but it was only later that I realized that I was wrong, and the continuation of life span is just a by-product of cultivation. ”

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you a story, it was my teacher who told me after I learned to use the sword, there was once an invincible spirit master in the world, he could destroy mountains and rivers but couldn't pull out the sword at his waist, he was a genius in the world, but he didn't have a sword heart, and he couldn't cultivate the way of the sword in his life. Before Shi Jing entered the door, he suddenly turned his head to Zhou Zixiu and said.

Zhou Zixiu was the only one left in the courtyard that gradually darkened, thinking about the words of the stone path, looking at his swaying figure, the look in his eyes was firm again.

In the makeshift wooden house, the spirit masters who returned to the guild were laughing and talking about their experiences outside, and Tu Manbarian sat here with great interest, looking at them with great interest, and even the two brothers Ye Sheng and Ye Hai, who had never planned to leave, listened to them with relish.

Shi Jing walked in, Su Mingyu sat on the stacked items and said, "What did that kid say?"

"He still wants to learn the sword. ”

"If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back. Su Mingyu said with a smile.

Shi Jing walked to a place and sat down on his back: "He is different from us back then. ”

"This kid is really not suitable for learning swords, it's not because he said it like me......" Su Mingyu stopped talking.

"You see?" asked Shi Jing in a voice that only two people could hear.

Su Mingyu nodded and shook his head again.

"Oh. Shi Jing answered, hugged the long sword, and began to doze off.

"I said, why do you care so much about Zixiu?" Tu Manbrute came over and said, she had already heard Ding Xiaoman and them talk about Zhou Zixiu just now, but she didn't expect this guy to use natural affinity.

"After all, it may be the first mage master in our guild. Ding Xiaoman said with a smile, and the meat on his face was piled together.

Tu Manman glanced at him: "Come less, when I am a three-year-old child!"

"Actually, they just want to see who is learning the Feng Shui Treasure Book......