It is not wrong to have true intentions, nor is it wrong to attach importance to soldiers, but it is wrong not to imitate Xie Haoran and Chen Duyun.

Wen Tianxiang is Wen Tianxiang, he has his own path, he makes Xie Haoran envious, and what makes Chen Duyun trust is his dedication to swordsmanship, the freedom to come and go, and the persistence to victory.

In ancient times, the overlord of Chu did not seek to understand when he read, and he did not seek proficiency in learning swords, saying that books can only be literate, and swords can only be used against one enemy, and he wants to learn to learn from ten thousand enemies.

Most people are familiar with this story, but it does not mean that ten thousand enemies are born noble and destined to be excellent, the overlord just found the most suitable development path for himself, and then became extraordinary.

The same is true for Wen Tianxiang, commanding troops is not what he is good at, and ten thousand enemies are not what he is good at.

So, he unloaded those, returned to his roots, and embarked on a path that was truly suitable for him.

As for the others, Wen Tianxiang didn't really abandon them, his true intentions determined that he needed to care, but he was able to hand them over to Yue Fei Xie Haoling and to the thousands of generals and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty.

"Is forging the body doing it?" the sword elder asked calmly, without any approval on his face.

"Always doing it"

"Do you have a persistence in your own magic stacking training?"

"Stick to it every day. ”

Jian Lao smiled slightly.

"Then I don't have much more to teach you. ”

It was not that the sword elder fooled Wen Tianxiang, but the moment Wen Tianxiang broke through the maze, he was already on the right path, and the rest was to continue to deepen and accumulate steadily.

"Thank you very much. ”

Wen Tianxiang had also expected this, and he came here just to make a final confirmation.

"Of course, it's not that I don't teach you anything, it's just that what you need more now is her. ”

Following the sight of the sword elder, Wen Tianxiang turned his head and saw the sword saint of the previous generation, and the current saint was there.

"Are you doing the forging body? ”

It was the ontological Xinlan who came, but the strange thing was that she asked the same question as Jian Lao just now.

But it is clear that this time the answer cannot be the same as before.

Wen Tianxiang couldn't help but think of the life of the man who was once named Xie Haojun and remembered his legend.

"I can't surpass you in my half-way forging body. ”

Although Xinlan is no longer a Sword Master, she is still alive, which creates the bug that the system still has a default Sword Master, so that any swordsman in the world must find a way to get out of the path that is not exactly the same as Xinlan in order to go further.

With the help of his birth, Xinlan has been forging himself since he was a child, so that at the moment he became a sword master, his body was comparable to that of a dragon, otherwise he would not have been knocked away by Temujin hundreds of times to fight again, and even after being fatally wounded, he could continue to fight by changing his heart immediately.

Wen Tianxiang's forging body is only a few months, no matter how good his foundation is, he can't surpass such a Xinlan.

"But there is one thing, you and I are different. ”

Xinlan is not an ascetic person, there is no habit training of magic superposition, Wen Tianxiang's pure and stubborn body is not as resistant to damage as Xinlan was at the beginning, but he is not afraid of the burden of magic superposition.

Don't look at the results, Xinlan relied on physical strength at that time, while Wen Tianxiang relied on patience, and then-

"I told you to do it before, right?"

"I don't need it anymore. ”

"That's not the point, the point is that I can still teach you now. ”

After Xinlan reminded him like this, Wen Tianxiang suddenly realized something, but he was a little unbelievable.

"You ...... Don't like swords?"

Xinlan said that the meaning of those words just now is very clear, that is, the superposition of the ninefold magic power of the reverse scroll is that she uses skills other than the sword, even if she is not a sword master, even if she does not use a sword, she can use similar skills to recast, the reason why the power is not as strong as before is just because the aggression of the saint is not as strong as the sword master, it is not a matter of skills.

But this is the problem, Xinlan didn't use the magic superposition of the sword magic to break through, doesn't it mean that she didn't trust the sword?

How did she become a sword saint like this?

"At that time, I loved swords, but not because swords are swords, but because swords make me strong enough to achieve what I want to do...... Now you are a pure swordsman, but do you still just love swords?"

Wen Tianxiang lowered his head and took out the sword at his waist.

This is the sweat and green sword that has always accompanied him.

After looking at it for a while, he took out the Danxin Sword that was fused in his body.

There was indeed a time when he only loved swords, thinking that he only loved swords.

But no, the first impression I forgot when I was a child, what is there to love and not love.

"The reason why I like swords is that I think swordsmen are very handsome. ”

Then, I just want to be handsome, and then I know that if I am strong, I can be handsome, I know that I need to be strong to fall in love with the sword, and I know that I can only be considered in love when I know how to focus on it...... But who can keep a child all the time, what people can maintain is only the innocent pursuit of childhood.

At this point, Wen Tianxiang finally understood that Xinlan was teaching him the sword, but at the same time, he was also helping him connect the sword with the true meaning.

He abandoned many to come here, but choosing a sword doesn't mean that his sword is going to be meaningless. It's just that the swordsman has a true meaning in this, and he doesn't distinguish or speak, and the only sword breaks it.

Xinlan nodded in satisfaction and continued.

"After the sixfold magic is superimposed, it is indeed the superposition of magic power, but in addition to my tricky method, there are other methods, but it must be explored by yourself, and then-"

Xinlan gently released a ball of light and floated towards Wen Tianxiang.

"Pure Light ......"

Kamikaze is no longer the attribute of Xinlan, what she now has is the attribute of "sage", not to mention the gap between the big heaven and the small heaven, in the mortal era, the person who can be canonized in the land of Huaxia has no obvious shortcomings in the magic road.

It's just that the most primitive wind that Wen Tianxiang has always insisted on is not wrong, it's just that it is a piece of jade, and he needs to think about how to carve it.

For some reason, Wen Tianxiang's thoughts wandered to not long ago.

On that day, Chen Duyun laid down the "Tianyuan Dilemma" before the great enemy, and at that time, he was thinking about bringing intelligence or seeing Xinlan or what about others?

No, he had only one thing in mind.

That day, Xie Haoran left the sword to Wen Tianxiang and sent everyone else away, did he really want to sacrifice himself to buy time and space for his teammates?

No, he put down his burden, and he only thought about it.

Wen Tianxiang came here this day and turned back into a swordsman, in order to be strong, but there are many strong, what kind of strength does he want, or rather, what can he get after being strong?

Saving the country, saving the people, taking revenge, competing, protecting?

He wanted all of them, but he should put them back a little bit, and he would have them when he got that.

"I'm really envious of you. ”

"Tianxiang, if it were you, you would definitely be able to succeed. ”

The figures of the two appeared in front of them, only they both smiled and disappeared.

Only a glorious path was left that they had walked and chased.

On the dazzling avenue, a warm wind blew in his face, telling him that what he longed for was there.

This time it was his turn.

"Thank you......"

The red mang bloomed in the depths of his chest, and Wen Tianxiang stepped forward——

It never stops.