The old man entered the pavilion leisurely with his hands behind his back and left a word for Yi Tianyun.

"Draw a scoop according to the gourd...... It's a bit of a look, and in the future, Yamaguchi Wujian can't be delayed, and the matter of training will be changed to practicing sword moves for the time being. ”

"Then Master, when will I cultivate the Cultivator's Vitality?"

"Don't worry, when the time comes, the teacher will naturally tell you. ”

The last few words disappeared into the attic door along with the fluttering clothes, and the old man's figure disappeared into the darkness of the vermilion portal.

The cultivation has been extremely hard, which is a truth that Yi Tianyun has been well aware of since he first entered the pavilion. As the majestic and righteous path that is indisputable in this vast world, it has been admired by many great people and eunuchs and written into many papyrus notes, but it is not an exaggeration to say that the monk is better than the layman.

Yi Tianyun learned a few sword moves, since he was a child, I don't know if the chivalrous dream derived from the storyteller or the fairy book is a wish, this future practice to be a sword world of the heroes is just around the corner, every time I think of the people in Nancheng in the future praise their chivalrous deeds Yi Tianyun can't help but be a little complacent, maybe for him at this time, the world is big, but the Nancheng and those years of travel are just around.

The little alchemist who can speak the word on the street corner, the thoughtful and strategist-strategizing Yi Tianyun, is just a pure-hearted teenager, a teenager who aims to see the vast world and not drown in the world.

The sword in the young man's hand is very heavy, and the three-foot sword carries the young man's promise to himself, and the sword in the young man's hand is very light, but a young man's pure heart that wants to see the world worthy of himself.

The young man longs for the boundlessness of the world, and the long sword has never been famous, and he does not want to be glorious and rich. Quietly, the breeze blowing into the young man's heart by the mountains and seas took away the last bit of dirt in the world. The sun and the moon are like shuttles, the cold comes and goes, and after bidding farewell to countless times the sun in the mountains is shining brightly and the twilight is heavy, Yi Tianyun, who is lying in the mountain pass and is full of stars, suddenly recalled the bits and pieces of the past three years.

In the past three years, the only thing that I still remember is the sword and the sword, and there is also the practice and the laughter and laughter in the life of the master and the Yin family sisters.

There is still a year left to do the coming-of-age crown ceremony, this is what the master said to Yi Tianyun. Cultivation does not know the years, many monks do not pay attention to these secular etiquette, but the old man allowed Yi Tianyun to go down the mountain to Nancheng to hold the crown ceremony a year later, and by the way, go back to see the elders who had taken care of themselves in Nancheng.

The young man rested on his arm, his glass sword rested horizontally on his chest, and he looked at the stars.

In the past three years, Wu Jian has been supplemented by major cultivation, and the old man has never cared about Yi Tianyun's cultivation, but has paid special attention to Yi Tianyun's sword intent comprehension.

Yi Tianyun was gifted and intelligent, and did not disappoint the old man. The sword intent and sword moves are integrated, and the indescribable sword intent of the past was finally seen by Yi Tianyun, and the twenty sword intent comprehension was completed under the old man's teaching.

Three years to enter the threshold of peeping into the truth, in the eyes of others, it can be called leaps and bounds, but the old man and Yi Tianyun both know that this is far from touching their own limits, if it takes three years to devote cultivation, then today's Yi Tianyun's cultivation is only afraid that it is not weak.

Under the deliberate suppression of the old man, all of Yi Tianyun's cultivation was contained in the body, refining the foundation over and over again. The old man created his own sword trick, knowing the pros and cons, the sword intent itself belongs to the killing sword, if the control is not stable, it is easy to backlash against himself, so he must cultivate himself to the point of extreme tenacity in order to control the sword trick, but there are losses and gains, the power of this sword trick is rare in the old man's words, it can be seen that a sword hit Chang Xuan purple-robed monk at the beginning, and this is only the power of the sword intent, if you cultivate to the depths and cross the level to destroy the enemy, it is as simple as eating and drinking. The old man's words haunted Yi Tianyun's heart, how early is it in the future, and to what extent his strength has accumulated now, Yi Tianyun has no way of knowing, but by chance he learned from the conversation between the master and the elders in the pavilion that he is now far beyond the monks of the same level.

At that time, the old man said to the several elders who came to visit Yi Tianyun, "Now this kid's sword intent disciple is difficult to block a sword If you don't believe it, just stand there and let him cut a sword." ”

After that, when he thought of the appearance of those elders looking at each other, Yi Tianyun couldn't help but laugh.