The Jianjian Hall, set up in a valley between the inner and outer houses, is built in a boxy and simple style, and can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. Usually, there is a special handyman here to clean and tidy up, but when it comes to the annual sword hall, there is not enough manpower, so the handyman from other provinces will be dispatched to come and help.

The annual lecture on the sword hall, which lasts for three days, is of great significance. The new generation of disciples flocked to the lecture hall, set up a futon on the spot, and sat quietly listening to the elders explain the principles and meanings of swordsmanship.

During this time, the handymen not only had to be responsible for hygiene, but also had to pour tea and water, and all the chores had to be taken care of anyway. Coming as soon as it is called, lingering and leaving, waiting carefully.

However, when the elders preached, the miscellaneous servants were not allowed to stay in the lecture hall to observe, but had to wait outside, waiting for orders to act.

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"Which is the sword?"

"The swordsman, the king of a hundred soldiers. Therefore, it is said: There is an enemy in the world, and there is a sword in my heart......

"My generation of sword cultivation, life is at stake, just a sword, quenching it with essence and blood, and cultivating it with spirituality. Sincerity and refinement, such as relatives and friends. With this companionship, the world is vast, and there is nowhere to go, and there are thousands of spells, and a sword can break them......"

In the square sword hall, the vigorous voice of Elder Xiao Jihai echoed.

Elder Xiao is not tall, with a short beard, and his eyes are bright, and he is not angry and arrogant.

Under the podium, there was a black press, and there were more than 200 disciples of the new generation. Everyone sat upright and listened.

After talking for about an hour, Xiao Jihai's voice paused, and his majestic gaze swept towards the disciples, and then he flipped his right hand and took out a thing.

It was the size of a palm, irregular in shape, old in color, and with some twisted cracks on it, which looked like a turtle shell.

"This Xuan-level sword question has been taken out for the fourth time in the Sword Lecture Hall, and I sincerely hope that there will be disciples who can participate in it this year. ”

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with eager anticipation.

Metabolism, passed down from generation to generation, if the green and yellow are not accepted, then the fate of the Sword Mansion can be imagined, it will only decline more and more, and eventually fall apart.

It's a pity that the qualifications and talents of the new generation of disciples are too much worse than before. Otherwise, how could this Xuanjie sword inscription be displayed in the three lecture sword halls, and no one could comprehend the true meaning and obtain the inheritance?

The so-called sword question is actually a secret book about swordsmanship. However, the creator has set up a unique soul seal ban on the carrier, and in order to obtain the inheritance of the idea in it, these prohibitions must be unlocked.

Martial arts are a journey, and there are thousands of exercises. But to sum up, it is divided into grades, with "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" as the unit, and each unit is subdivided into "upper, middle and lower" three grades.

The sword inscription taken out by Elder Xiao Jihai belongs to the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, strictly speaking, it is not a very clever swordsmanship inheritance. But even so, after being displayed in the Sword Hall for three sessions, there is still no disciple who can penetrate the mystery. This matter has long been spread out, and it has been known by other sects in the Wasteland and has become a laughing stock.

Once one of the top ten sword mansions, hundreds of new generation disciples couldn't even obtain a sword inscription inheritance of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, which was simply a shame to be thrown home.

Therefore, there is a lot of pressure on the Zhongnan Sword Mansion. But what can be done? If the disciples are not angry, beating and scolding will not solve any problems.

It's not that all the disciples in the Sword Mansion are so bad, there are still some outstanding rising stars. It's just that the swordsmanship cultivation they have mastered has already surpassed the level of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, but it is not suitable to crack it again. For example, wouldn't it be ridiculous to ask a high school student to do a primary school student's problem to prove that he is great?

Moreover, this way of solving the sword question is meaningless, losing the true meaning of inheritance, not only can not cultivate good seedlings, but also wastes a sword question in vain, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Xiao Jihai raised his hand, snatched it, and embedded the sword inscription in his hand in the recess of the stone wall behind him, and then he sat on the Taishi chair on the side, closing his eyes and recuperating.

He was waiting, waiting for a disciple with experience to come up and figure it out closely, and then solve the sword question.

There was silence in the audience, and the expressions of the disciples were very solemn. In their eyes, that sword title became a hard bone to gnaw, and they couldn't put their mouths out.

It's hard, it's so hard.

In the face of difficulties, no one dares to go up lightly. Or, in the past three years, they have already tried in the Sword Lecture Hall, but they are all at a loss, no matter how much they think about it, they always can't find the right way. Now, although I have been cultivating for another year, I still don't have much certainty.

Hopefully, it's going to be disappointing again......

Xiao Jihai sighed in his heart.

After waiting for a long hour, someone from Huo Ran, who was sitting in the front row of disciples, stood up, respectfully clasped his fists and saluted, and said loudly, "Elder Xiao, I want to try." ”

Xiao Jihai opened his eyes and finally showed a smile of relief: "Luo Gang, come up." ”

This Luo Gang is Deacon Luo's nephew, the cultivation of the seventh stage of the strong path, he became an inner disciple two years ago, and he is a leader among the new generation of disciples of the Sword Mansion.

I saw that he was in a long body, walking with steady steps, and stood still in front of the stone wall. Facing the sword inscription embedded in the stone wall, he began to drive his mind and meditate on it.

Swish!

A large area of attention fell on him in the hall, and everyone's thoughts were surprisingly unanimous, that is, they hoped that Luo Gang would be able to solve this Xuanjie lower-grade sword question in one fell swoop - if it was said that when the sword question was first displayed three years ago, it was regarded by everyone as a creation opportunity, but now it has become a boulder weighing more than a thousand catties, weighing heavily on the heart, almost out of breath.

In the three sessions of the Sword Hall, no one can solve it. The cruel reality is like a label attached to every new generation of disciples: incompetence.

Collective incompetence!

Whenever I think about it, my face is hot.

Now that Luo Gang stepped forward, he pinned all their hopes on it.

After about a cup of tea, beads of sweat appeared faintly on Luo Gang's forehead, who was in meditation, and his brows were furrowed, almost wrinkled.

Xiao Jihai is a person, and he can see at a glance that Luo Gang is not going well in the cracking process. According to the usual practice, it should be stopped by words, so that Luo Gang retreated. But somehow, when the words reached his throat, he swallowed them back, thinking in his heart: Maybe, maybe Luo Gang suddenly blessed his soul and suddenly penetrated......

"Poof!"

Luo Gang's body trembled violently, and he actually spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he could barely stand on his feet.

"Alas!"

Unanimous, sighs are like a tide.

Luo Gang still failed, not only failed, but was also injured by the backlash.

"Elder Xiao......"

When the words came out, his mouth was full of bitterness.

Xiao Jihai waved his hand gloomily, interrupted his words, and ordered someone to help him go down so that he could recuperate.

"Okay, that's all for today, I hope you go back and think about it, and come back tomorrow. Well, this sword inscription will remain in place, and if any of you have a sense of inspiration, you can come and solve it at any time. ”

With a wry smile on his face, he was thinking about whether he wanted to cheat a little in tomorrow's lecture, and directly pointed out some key tips to solve this sword problem.

What else can I do besides? If this session of the Sword Hall can't solve this sword question, the South Sword Mansion will lose face.

Don't talk about face, your reputation will plummet, and you won't be able to absorb talented disciples to join. Even a few of their elders will probably be scolded for "teaching without a way".

Thinking of the bad influence, the corners of my mouth twitched.

On the first day, the lecture hall was stuffy, and the disciples dispersed and returned to their residences.

At this time, it was the turn of the handyman in charge of the aftermath to come in and tidy up. The division of labor was decided early in the morning, and everyone began to work according to the region.

It's not early, the cold winter season, the night comes quickly, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to wait for dark.

Liang Qiufeng was in charge of the lecture area, and he wiped the floor clean with his hands and feet, and then it was his turn to the stone wall.

This stone wall has been polished to be extremely smooth and smooth, and there are many words written on it with charcoal, which were written by Xiao Jihai when he explained, for some swordsmanship.

As far as Liang Qiufeng could see, he felt that it was mysterious and mysterious, so he kept an eye on it and secretly wrote it down.

"Hey, this is ......"

After a stick of incense, he wiped it to the place where the sword was embedded, and saw a piece of something like a turtle shell firmly embedded there, and couldn't help but be a little curious, so he stopped a little and stared intently.

Liang Qiufeng knew that this thing was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to reach out and touch it, lest he violate the rules and taboos of the Sword Mansion, and the end would be miserable.

His eyes fell on the thing, and he wanted to look at it and leave, but somehow, at first glance, it seemed as if it had taken root, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

Airplanes!

Under the line of sight, the landscape has changed, and what is embedded on it is no longer a turtle shell-like thing, but has changed into countless points of light.

The points of light are like rays, they will move, little by little, densely. Between the flickerings, they gradually converge and merge into one. In the end, thousands of points of light fused into one, cold like electricity, condensed into a pocket sword shape.

Phew!

The sword light flashed, and it stabbed straight at the center of Liang Qiufeng's eyebrows.

"Oops!"

Liang Qiufeng screamed loudly, and subconsciously dodged to the side. The body shook, the fantasy in front of him suddenly disappeared, the stone wall was still a stone wall, and the things embedded in the stone wall were quiet, not moving at all.

What happened?

He felt weird.

"Liang Qiufeng, what the hell is your name, it scared Lao Tzu. ”

The handyman in charge of the rest of the lecture hall heard the screams and asked angrily.

"No, nothing. ”

Liang Qiufeng coped, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly cleaned up the remaining places.

After a while, Deacon Luo, who was well-fed, came to inspect the work, with a straight face, and had to be reprimanded. For Liang Qiufeng, he even picked his nose and eyes, nitpicking, one would say that this was not good, and the other would say that it was not clean enough, and he would have to do it again.

Liang Qiufeng knew it, but he was under the eaves, so he had to hold on. In the end, all the other miscellaneous servants were gone, and he was the only one left who continued to work hard.

When it was dark, someone from the Sword Mansion came over, but he got Xiao Jihai's order to come and guard the Xuanjie Lower Grade Sword Question.

It didn't take long for some of the disciples of the Sword Mansion who had dinner to come in pairs, ready to pick up the lamp to study the mystery of the sword question. It's just that none of them acted rashly, drove their minds to crack it, and only stayed in the meditative stage.

Cracking the sword problem is not a simple matter, if you don't have a certain degree of certainty, you will be injured by the backlash if you try rashly, and you can't be reckless.

Luo Gang suffered a backlash and vomited blood, which is a clear proof.

At this time, the miscellaneous servants were naturally not suitable to stay inside, so Deacon Luo was merciful and let Liang Qiufeng go out to eat.