The high mountains are majestic, hidden in the mist, pavilions and pavilions dotted with layers of mountains, and they are surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The cranes chirp and echo the mountain streams. The cloth-clothed young man felt something, helped his head to fight the hat, patted the fog on his shoulder, and got up to move forward.

The mountain shade was cold, the young man in cloth was wearing a hat and walking in the thick morning mist, and the wisps of morning light could be faintly seen in the mountain pass not far away, and the young man stepped up his pace.

As the morning fog faded, quietly passing by the spring breeze blowing the young man, the young man took off his hat and squinted at the sea of clouds ahead.

The orange sun is rising, the sea of clouds is surging, the gushing morning light is dyed red in a flash, the boy stops at the mountain pass, and the sun shines on the whole mountain pass like a red portal.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and he feels the warmth of the morning comfortably.

"If the sword is not fired, it can accumulate a thousand blades. If the sword moves, the sword intent rises, and the wind sweeps the ground, and the swallow finch flies. The second sword is out, the sword rushes down, and it is unstoppable..."

Yi Tianyun memorized a "Sword Technique", and the master's teachings were still in his ears soon after practicing the sword.

"The sword intent is restored, the sword move is re-produced, the swordsman is focused on the sword intent, and the second is to hold the sword. Every time a sword is played, it is a sword move, and it is a sword intent. The sword is a weapon of close combat, but the sword intent can break through the distance of three feet, the sword path is profound, stop within three feet, far away from three feet, the sword intent is cultivated, and the sword can cut the heavens, and everything can be reached. Your realm is limited now, so you are not in a hurry to take out the sword, and you will accumulate the sword intent before you go out of the sword, and I will teach you the rest when you have a breakthrough in cultivation. ”

This is the first lesson taught to him by the old man when he first arrived in the sect, and it is also the content of Yi Tianyun's cultivation for a month now.

There are thousands of ways, naturally. Comprehend the natural Taoism, and come to this mountain pass every day to practice the sword of Yi Tianyun's compulsory course.

Yi Tianyun took off the long sword behind his back, the glass sword body was snow-white, and then pinched the sword fingers with one hand, and put the sword flat in front of him with the other.

A day's cultivation begins with the most basic sword gripping posture.

Since that day, after the master of Daoqing Pavilion accepted Yi Tianyun as an apprentice, Yi Tianyun packed his luggage and took the Yin family sisters to follow the old man to Daoqing Pavilion, and with Yi Tianyun's repeated persuasion, he dispelled the old man's idea of announcing several major states and cities, and Yi Tianyun's worship of Daoqing Pavilion was finally known only to a few elders in the pavilion.

After that, Yi Tianyun has been practicing at the back peak of the four main peaks, that is, the peak where the master of Daoqing Pavilion lives, day after day, in the blink of an eye, a month flies, in addition to letting Yi Tianyun comprehend the sword intent, the rest is daily exercise.

In the words of the old man, if you can't hold on to the sword, you still practice a fart sword.

The long sword looked light, but it was extremely heavy in his hand, and although he insisted on raising the sword, Yi Tianyun still couldn't hold on for long.

However, it is not that there is no progress, at least the arm is not as sore as it was at the beginning, and more importantly, with the cultivation of raising the sword in this month, Yi Tianyun feels that this sword does not have the chill that it first came out of the sheath, and now it is a faint sense of familiarity in the hand, just like the sword has a temperature.

Yi Tianyun insisted on practicing swords, and in the attic above the mountain peak, the Yin sisters were reading the books in the pavilion with relish.

The two of them were called by their grandfathers and the old man, and the old man simply followed the two sisters and no longer mentioned the matter of cultivation. If they don't want to practice, they won't cultivate, what do they want to do with such a high level of cultivation, wouldn't it be too embarrassing if he couldn't even manage the two of them.

The old man was in his twilight years, and the battle with the evil cultivator hurt the origin even more, and since he returned to the pavilion, he has been meditating in the back peak, almost only asking about the affairs of the sect, and leaving it to a few elders to take care of.

For a month, in addition to occasionally instructing Yi Tianyun's cultivation, the old man has chatted with the Yin family sisters at most.

The old man cultivated swords all his life and never married. Now the arrival of the three of them has added a lot of fireworks to this cold pavilion, and it has also stirred the old man's heart that has been silent for many years.

The old man's favorite thing to do in a day is to lie on the wooden chair and chat with the Yin sisters about the world and the sea, chatting about trivial matters.

Thinking about the time when he held a sword and dared to ask for a glass of turbid wine from this river and lake, how chic it was. But that romantic time is just a glimpse, after so many years of sedimentation, today's old people are more willing to enjoy the comfort of being with the three of them.

It seems that the rumors of the sect that the pavilion master has a stinky and strong temper are not true, isn't this quite amiable, the old man often thinks like this in his spare time.