Ten days later, a young man stood beside a waterfall in the valley of the Lying Heart. The young man picked up a stone and threw it in the water, looked up and sighed, "Uncle Gu, this is the place where you said the devil trained?"

This young man is Jiang Xinyue, and he has been fighting demon beasts in the Lying Heart Valley for more than ten days. Jiang Xinyue has been in danger several times these days, but every time Jiang Xinyue has turned the danger into a disaster.

Uncle Gu's devil training is not simple, Jiang Xinyue is only at the second level of the Qi refining period, and the demon beasts in the Lying Heart Valley are not weak, in the past ten days, Jiang Xinyue can feel that he has made significant progress, his actual combat ability has risen to a big level, and his swordsmanship strength has also improved by a notch.

The most important thing is self-confidence, a swordsman, which requires an indomitable heart and unrivaled confidence. Every time Jiang Xinyue wins, it gives him a lot of self-confidence.

A swordsman has a sword in his hand, and the sword is a killing weapon, and it is also a magic weapon for competitiveness. If Jiang Xinyue wants to become a peerless swordsman, she needs to develop an invincible belief.

Jiang Xinyue smiled on her face, and without any hesitation, jumped into the water. Jiang Xinyue went to the river to fish before, so she was naturally good at water. He plunged down one by one, revealing his head under the waterfall. Jiang Xinyue stood on a huge rock under the waterfall, the Baizhang Waterfall fell on his body, the water was cold to the bone, and it was even more difficult to bear the weight of the Baizhang Waterfall.

His whole body was washed by the waterfall, and his body was a little overturned, and he drew his spirit sword and stuck it in the rock, so that he could stand firm. Jiang Xinyue closed her eyes and shouted, "Uncle Gu, you asked me to practice swords here, you won't be teasing me, right?"

Uncle Gu's face was pale, and he said lightly: "Practicing the sword is refining the heart, have you forgotten?"

Jiang Xinyue shook her head and yelled: "Xinyue hasn't forgotten, Xinyue doesn't dare to forget." ”

Uncle Gu said loudly: "You haven't forgotten? You can't bear this bit of hardship, why are you so proud? You can't bear this bit of hardship, you can't bear this pressure, and your enemies will not be soft on you in the future." Here, you can escape, but if one day you meet the enemy of life and death, not only will you not be able to escape, you will also die. ”

Jiang Xinyue shook the drops of water from her hair, her eyes widened, and her gaze was firm. He gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it just a Baizhang Waterfall? What's so difficult?" ......Jiang Xinyue pulled out the spirit sword and shouted, "Canglong Sword." ”

Uncle Gu finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

After a few breaths, a huge wave stirred up in the pool water, Jiang Xinyue climbed up from the water, looked at the waterfall, roared, and rushed over again.

"I will definitely be able to do it, I will definitely be able to practice a whole set of swordsmanship. ”

The first time Jiang Xinyue practiced the sword, he only insisted on five breaths, the second time he took six breaths, and the third time Jiang Xinyue insisted on ten breaths......

A waterfall flows, like a thousand feet of white hair.

Jiang Xinyue snorted in his throat, the water was biting, the temperature in his body was also decreasing, he could feel that his body was a little numb, and his blood was almost coagulated. He was still holding on, wielding the spirit sword in his hand, one sword, two swords......

One sword splits the continuous flow of water, then two swords. Two swords won't work, just three swords, a hundred swords......

"Bang ......"

Falling into the cold pool for the fifty-third time, Jiang Xinyue floated on the water, looking up at the clouds.

The sky is white, the snow is white, the clouds are white, the sky and the clouds and the snow, the top and the bottom are the same color.

Jiang Xinyue's throat was almost choked by a mouthful of cold water, and he crawled out and lay on a rock.

The water rushes down to the sky, like a water dragon.

The water is soft, and because of gravity, it can form a waterfall.

Although the water droplets are weak, they persevere, and the water droplets wear through the stone.

Good is like water, but water can also overturn a boat and turn into a torrent.

What is water, Jiang Xinyue woke up in her heart at this moment.

Rushing down the river, it can become a waterfall. Hundreds of rivers return to the sea, and they can become rivers and oceans.

When the sun is scorching, the water evaporates into steam.

Water is water and can be everything.

The weight of a drop of water is not terrible, but the water of a river, the water of a river can turn the world upside down.

Jiang Xinyue faintly realized that the water nature is soft, and he can cater to it and adapt to it, rather than resist. Jiang Xinyue landed under the waterfall, with a smile in her eyes and laughter in her mouth. The laughter gradually sounded louder and louder, and gradually sounded in the mountains and forests, and the laughter became more and more intense.

"Dragon Sword ......"

"Thunder Sword ......"

Jiang Xinyue persevered, he understood the way of water.

didn't come out of the waterfall, Jiang Xinyue was still practicing swords. His mind calmed down, and he entered an ethereal state.

"Ben Thunder Sword, Thunder ......"

Jiang Xinyue had a scene of lightning and thunder in his mind, and he practiced the Running Thunder Sword Technique.

"Thunder, the speed of thunder is gone, the power of thunder is incomparable. ”

In Jiang Xinyue's spiritual sea, Uncle Gu looked at this scene lightly, and the corners of his mouth gradually showed a smile.

Three days later, Jiang Xinyue came out after holding out under the waterfall for four hours, with a smile on his face.

Jiang Xinyue's fingers pinched, and her figure was like lightning.

"Boom ......"

I saw a huge rock in front of him, slowly cracking a crack. Immediately afterwards, the entire surface of the rock cracked and turned into powder.

"I have already practiced the Ben Thunder Sword to the realm of Xiaocheng, and the Canglong Sword is similar. Jiang Xinyue smiled.

He didn't know when he had already made a move, and a huge ancient tree in front of him was blown by a breeze and slowly fell.

"Very well, based on your current performance, you can barely be called a swordsman. Uncle Gu said nonchalantly.

Jiang Xinyue was a little disappointed and said, "Swordsman, then when can I become a sword immortal that everyone admires, or a sword immortal as powerful as Uncle Gu?"

Sword cultivation, sword apprentices can barely be called sword cultivation.

Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Sword Sect, Sword Master, Sword Hero, Sword King......

Legend has it that the most amazing and brilliant sword immortal Li Taibai 10,000 years ago was a sword king, who cultivated to the monstrous sky, and was a god of swordsmanship, and was the real king of swords.

Uncle Gu said: "If you want to become a swordsman, you still have a long way to go." My requirements for you can be lowered a little, within two years, you will become a swordsman, and you will become a swordsman in three years. ”

Jiang Xinyue said: "Is this still a low requirement? As far as I know, the cultivation of every sword master in the Mixed Yuan Sect is in the foundation building period. Even many of the seniors in the Feather Stage were only swordsmen. ”

Uncle Gu smiled and said, "Be my disciple, if you can't reach the sword master in three years, then don't say that you are my apprentice when you go out in the future." ”

Jiang Xinyue asked, "Uncle Gu, when did you reach the sword master?"

Uncle Gu's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he said slowly: "Since I started cultivating, I have only stepped into the first layer of the Qi refining period in one year, the foundation building period in three years, the feathering period in twenty years, and the Dan stage at the age of ninety......"

Uncle Gu looked at Jiang Xinyue gasping and didn't say anything. He shook his head and said, "Xinyue, you have to believe in yourself, talent determines the path that a person starts on, but not the way in the future." ”

Jiang Xinyue was still thinking about the profiles of the celebrities of the Mixed Yuan Sect that he had read, and he couldn't help but shake his head to sober himself up.

The most talented person in the history of the Mixed Yuan Sect, he was promoted from the Qi Refining Period to the Foundation Building Period in four years. And it took thirty years for this person to be promoted from the foundation building stage to the feather stage, and this person was a four-star genius.

What kind of bone is Uncle Gu? A four-star genius can't do this terrifying advancement speed, a five-star genius shouldn't be possible, and a six-star genius can? Jiang Xinyue shook his head, he felt that it should be unlikely.

After all, she still asked that sentence, and Jiang Xinyue quietly listened to Uncle Gu's answer.

"Uncle Gu, what kind of bone are you?"

Uncle Gu showed a hint of a smile and said nonchalantly: "The flesh is mortal, and it does not have the qualifications to cultivate the truth. ”

Jiang Xinyue sighed, and said in disbelief: "Then Uncle Gu, why are you cultivating so fast?"

Uncle Gu seemed to remember something, and there was a hint of desolation in his eyes. He said slowly: "Because on my cultivation path, there are my masters and my friends, and they have always believed in me. ”

Jiang Xinyue nodded, as if she understood.

Uncle Gu sighed and said with a smile: "Xinyue, with your current identity and conditions, it may take you ten years, or even twenty years, to cultivate to the Feather Stage. However, it doesn't matter, you must believe in yourself, just like Uncle Gu believes in you, you will definitely be able to. ”

Uncle Gu glanced at Jiang Xinyue, laughed twice, and said, "There is no end to learning, although your cultivation is improving slowly, but your advantage is the way of the sword." It's a good thing to be talented, but you also have to choose the right path, the right path can save people from many detours. ”

Jiang Xinyue replied: "I understand, Uncle Gu." It's all about playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses, right?"

Uncle Gu clapped his hands and laughed, and said, "You're right, you have a sword bone on your body, and learning kendo will make your achievements far higher." With this advantage, maybe your cultivation is still in the Qi refining period, but it is not impossible for your sword dao to be promoted to a sword master. ”

"At that time, your kendo talent will make you shine generously, and your light in the kendo field will radiate, improving your achievements in other fields. ”

Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "Uncle Gu, when we go back this time, I will go to assess the position of swordsman." ”

Uncle Gu was surprised: "Assess the swordsman?"

Jiang Xinyue said with a smile: "Well, in the Mixed Yuan Sect, you can go to the Sword Pavilion to assess the position of a sword apprentice, and the successful one can not only get ten sect points, but also receive a sword for free." There are many other benefits, in short, Xinyue will definitely live up to Uncle Gu's expectations. ”

Uncle Gu shook his head, feeling that this kid was thinking about the sect's points.

Half a month has passed since Jiang Xinyue came out, and he has not caught the four-colored elk. However, the harvest was not small, not only sharpened Jiang Xinyue's actual combat ability in Woxin Valley, but also obtained a stone lin fruit and three first-level demon cores.

Jiang Xinyue left this mountain range and prepared to go to the Xingyun Lake to continue squatting on the four-colored elk. Because his mission on this trip is a four-colored elk, Jiang Xinyue does not plan to return empty-handed.

Flying snow, curling clouds. The blue lake is like a plate, the water is shining, and the mountains are empty. Jiang Xinyue carried the spirit sword on her back and rushed to Xingyun Lake. In order to guard against the group of people he met before, he completely covered up the aura on his body.

Jiang Xinyue stood on a high rock, climbing high and looking into the distance. As far as you can see, the lakes and mountains, the smoke and waves are vast, and the horizon is endless. He was open-minded and couldn't help but want to raise his breath and express his heart. Suddenly, he heard a melodious flute sound, Jiang Xinyue listened attentively, and when the flute sound was startled, it was like a lonely bird flying rainbow, and when it was low, it was like a smoke cage and cold water, which made his heart gradually calm down.

Jiang Xinyue sat on the stone, supporting her head with her hands, her heart fluttering. I only heard the sound of the wind in my ears, the uproar was like water, and the sound of grass was known, which plucked people's heartstrings. The flute sound is clear and loud. The sound is light and agile, like throwing a small stone on the cliff in the high mountain valley, and like smelling the orchid fragrance in the valley, refreshing people's hearts.

He listened to the flute as if there were stars swirling around him, the bright moon lingering, and if he saw the sunset and the lonely bird flying together, the autumn water was the same color as the sky. The flute sound turns, like a thousand waves, a bright moon rises in the sea, Jiang Xinyue is like a flat boat in the sea, the wind and rain are shaky, thrilling.

The flute is elegant, as big as the sky and the moon, and as thin as a grain of sand. There is the style of a peerless sword immortal, and there is also the death of a lonely and sad song. Jiang Xinyue only felt that she was sometimes on the straight sail of the great river and ocean, and sometimes she was on the green rock of the valley and empty forest. The voice floated gracefully, floating in a dream, dreaming of flowers blooming and falling, clouds gathering and scattering.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute reached a high-pitched place, and Jiang Xinyue seemed to see a divine sword across the sky, with the peerless immortal king's white clothes stained with blood, and the starry sky was bloody. Jiang Xinyue is difficult to describe, what kind of feeling it is. is obviously a majestic tune, but it makes people feel sad. He couldn't help but suspect that this was a sad song of the end times, a sunset lamentation.

He shook his head and continued to listen, the sound of the flute turned, like a resentful woman crying, its sound was like a green mountain ape crying, and the cuckoo singing alone.

Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but be disappointed, he thought that the person who played this song was a wonderful person, but he didn't expect to be blindly sad. In his opinion, nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and it is great luck to be able to get one or two things happy. Without a normal heart, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he can't appreciate it, so he already has the intention of despising the person who plays the music in his heart.

Just when Jiang Xinyue was regretting, the tune changed, and it was extremely gorgeous, and Jiang Xinyue frowned slightly when she heard it.

He listened attentively, he seemed to have seen a prosperous and prosperous era after the dispersion of the storm, the wind and snow, the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, full of ambition. The girl leaning on the building with red makeup, her face full of spring. Jiang Xinyue was immersed in it, and the flute sound suddenly changed again. Jiang Xinyue is like a mountain forest, the smoke and rain are wet, and the cooking smoke is curling. He looks at spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons are like flying. He watched the vicissitudes of the sea, and the stars changed.

There is only a moment for butterflies to wear flowers, and there is only a moment for the reincarnation of a thousand years. In the smoke and rain, someone seemed to sigh softly. In the moonlit flower forest, someone is sad. The flute sound was tactful, Jiang Xinyue's heart was hanging, and she listened quietly. The sound of the flute is like sweeping away the clouds, the clouds are opening and the rain is shining, and the sun is shining. There are really bamboo canes and mango shoes that are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is the chic pleasure of life.

Jiang Xinyue frowned and couldn't help but clap her hands. He shook his head with a smile and said, "I really don't know what a wonderful person can play such an immortal song." ”

Jiang Xinyue was in a trance, still immersed in the music just now and couldn't extricate herself. He sat on the rock for two quarters of an hour before leaving, his eyes lingering on the empty forest, but he saw the birds rising and falling, and there was no trace of the immortals. As soon as Jiang Xinyue got up, suddenly several figures appeared in the bamboo forest, and their bodies were extremely fast, and they appeared in front of Jiang Xinyue in the blink of an eye.

There were four people coming, and Jiang Xinyue noticed the position of those people and was suspicious. He looked closely and saw that the man standing to his right was somewhat familiar. Jiang Xinyue thought about it for a while, and then remembered that this man was one of the group of people he had met in Nebula Valley before, named Wang Ya.

Jiang Xinyue pondered, "Why did you appear here when you heard that Elder Bu instruct this person to arrest a woman?"

Wang Ya saw Jiang Xinyue's face change, and said coldly: "Why is it a stinky boy, what about the demon girl of the catkins?"

Jiang Xinyue was oppressed by Wang Ya's momentum, beads of sweat fell like rain on her body, and her legs trembled. He couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resisting Wang Ya in his heart, and suddenly a soft aura appeared in his body, gently erasing the coercion exerted by Wang Ya on him, Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly scold Wang Ya for bullying people in his heart.

Wang Ya didn't notice that Jiang Xinyue had dissolved his coercion, his eyes were like torches, staring at Jiang Xinyue, as if he could see through Jiang Xinyue's heart.

Jiang Xinyue pretended to be afraid, and said in horror: "I don't know, I don't know the person you said before." ”

Wang Ya clenched his teeth, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, one of the three people on Jiang Xinyue's left side spoke: "Stinky boy, you answer honestly, why did you appear here? If you don't want to be searched by Lao Tzu, you'd better explain it to Lao Tzu truthfully." ”

Jiang Xinyue sneered in her heart, but still explained truthfully: "Qi Yu, this old-timer, I am a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and I came here to get a four-colored elk demon core. ”

The man suddenly shouted, "You actually call me an old-timer? Where am I old? Let me tell you, the old man is obviously a handsome and dashing, graceful young man." ”

Jiang Xinyue almost laughed, but was glared at by the blonde-haired and white-eyed man who opened her mouth, covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Beside the white-eyed man, a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes holding a folding fan in one hand sighed: "Big brother, you call yourself an old man......

The white-eyed man looked at everyone looking at him with a hint of disdain, relieved his throat, looked at Jiang Xinyue and said, "Stinky boy, did you hear someone playing the piano here before?"

Jiang Xinyue said with a smile: "The seniors also heard it, and when the juniors were looking for the four-colored elk before, they suddenly heard the sound of heaven, so they stopped and listened." This song is so wonderful, it makes people listen to the heart, and the younger generation also saw a bison in the mountain who was also attracted by the music. ”

The white-eyed man didn't know that Jiang Xinyue was turning around and scolding him for being a stupid cow, and the middle-aged man who looked like a scholar pointed at Jiang Xinyue and scolded: "What a yellow-haired boy, he dares to scold our boss for being ......"

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "I didn't say it, what you say yourself is what it is." ”

The white-eyed man pulled the middle-aged scribe and said, "Iron abacus, what did that kid scold me?"

The iron abacus sighed and said, "The sound just now was not the sound of the piano, but the music of the flute. Big brother, you said that it was the sound of the piano, and this kid said that he was playing the piano to the cow, and he was clearly scolding you......"

When the white-eyed man heard this, he jumped like thunder, pulled Jiang Xinyue's neckline, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, you dare to tease Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu tore you apart." ”

Jiang Xinyue was carried in the hands of the white-eyed man, like a little chicken. No matter how hard Jiang Xinyue tried, she couldn't break free from the palm of the white-eyed man.

"Ah...... Who?"

Jiang Xinyue saw a yellow leaf hit the palm of the white-eyed man, the big man's fingers trembled, and he was in pain, so he immediately put down Jiang Xinyue.

A smile appeared on Wang Ya's face, and he quickly walked in one direction.

The iron abacus held the folding fan in his hand, clapped his hands and shouted: "It must be that the demon girl who is secretly performing a magic spell, she can't escape far, chase after her." ”