Xiaoyao used all his strength to resist the powerful pressure brought out by the sword body, although he didn't know swordsmanship, he could also feel the difference of this sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis also made Xiaoyao even more puzzled, he really couldn't understand the meaning of the old man to show him the way, and let himself see the sword, could it be that he wanted to give the sword to himself?

"Take it, going to Changfeng Pavilion is your first step" The old man's tone changed abruptly, and there was a majesty in his demeanor that could not be refused.

"Is this my way?" Xiaoyao was stunned, his eyes were a little confused, looking at the divine soldier with a full yang energy in front of him, although Xiaoyao was also a little throbbing. But when he met this mysterious old man by mistake, he had to embark on the path of cultivation by himself, which made Xiaoyao feel a little incredible! "It's not that I don't accept your kindness, it's just that I still have something to do, I'm afraid I can't go to Changfeng Pavilion to cultivate now." "You're thinking about Qingyu's little girl!" The old man had a knowing expression.

Surprised, why did the old man know about Qingyu, could it be that Qingyu's disappearance had something to do with this old man? But I thought of the old man saying that he had slept for hundreds of years, so how could he know about Qingyu, and he was just an ordinary person in a small mountain village, why did the old man give him the divine sword when he met for the first time, and let himself go to Changfeng Pavilion to cultivate. This all made Xiaoyao feel very confused. "Do you know Qingyu?"

"All this is already predestined, Qingyu was born to help you in this life. When the time comes, you'll see that little girl again. And if you are in Changfeng Pavilion one day in the morning, you will see that little girl one day earlier. "What do you mean by this?" The old man's words, none of them are Xiaoyao can understand, what is this life to help himself is born to make Xiaoyao even more surprised, is it possible that Qingyu is not in Changfeng Pavilion? "I was born for this sword, this sword was born for you, and you were born for the world, all this has long been doomed, you have no choice, if you want to find Qingyu, you can only go to Changfeng Pavilion to cultivate as soon as possible." I still can't understand it. Xiaoyao stared at the old man with puzzled eyes and said.

"You don't need to understand, now concentrate and use your mind to carry this sword." The old man knew that there were some things that could only be obtained by Xiaoyao slowly looking for them, and now no matter how much he said, Xiaoyao couldn't understand it, and he no longer dwelled on a topic, and commanded sternly.

Seeing the old man's somewhat spicy expression, Xiaoyao didn't dare to ask again, so he had to listen to the old man. Clear your mind and hold your breath, trying to feel the sword with your mind. Once, twice, three times, again and again, time is quietly passing, but the cold mangs seem to be deliberately going against Xiaoyao, and it has become an insurmountable mountain in front of him. Looking at the increasingly anxious young man in front of him, the old man did not speak but waited patiently. After all, Xiaoyao is still a mortal body, and if he wants to embark on the path of cultivation, he must first open the first level from his body. This sword has a special fate with Xiaoyao. And the blood that Xiaoyao was injured just now was also absorbed by the sword, thus awakening the old man of the sword spirit hiding in the sword body, and now Xiaoyao wants to control the sword only one chance!

After countless attempts, Xiaoyao's body and mind finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he spit out a mouthful of blood unexpectedly. He lay on the stone softly, unable to say a word. Before he could slow down, he saw that the old man who had just been waiting patiently on the side suddenly looked hideous, and the air around him instantly became a little piercing, and a flash was a palm that brought up a violent wind that brought up a shuttle, and the palm technique full of Ling Yan was full of strength, and it hit Xiaoyao's head.

This palm came too suddenly, and before he could see the situation clearly, Xiaoyao could feel the cold and murderous aura that came to his face. Xiaoyao couldn't believe it, he had said so many inexplicable things to himself before, and it had only been a long time before he was going to kill himself. I only felt a blank space in my mind, a chill on the top of my head, and I couldn't think about it, and the illusory palm was already on the top of my head.

Xiaoyao is like the fish meat cut by people on the chopping board, at this time there is no strength to hide, can only ask for more blessings, originally made the death preparation of Xiaoyao, but found that the palm did not seem to hit his head, the ears are still a little frog chirping, the brain is a moonlight sprinkled all over the mountain mirror, a little calm, only feel open, compared to before, at the moment of death, he seems to have become more calm

Xiaoyao slowly raised his head, his eyes opened little by little, and he saw that it was a sword that quietly leaned sideways on top of his head, blocking the old man's palm and saving his life. Looked at the old man incredulously, the old man was standing in front of the moon, his whole body was like a layer of silver light, exuding a halo of circles, revealing a faint smile, that smile was so kind, if it weren't for the old man's palm still standing on the sword, Xiaoyao couldn't believe that he was the kind and harmonious old man in front of him just now.

Xiaoyao barely took a few steps back, and then tried to use his mind to carry the sword, the sword also sensed the call of the master, and a flash of arc flashed, floating sideways in front of Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao stretched out his hand to hold it. I feel a trace of warmth slowly flowing into my body from the palm of my hand, moisturizing my body!

"You!" Xiaoyao coldly spit out a word, and his whole body was filled with immature murderous aura.

"If I don't do this, you'll have to get the Year of the Monkey to break through your first level." The old man slowly withdrew his palm and said lightly, "Only at the moment of life and death can people become very calm, and their thoughts are easier to concentrate, and it is also at that moment that you have a powerful mind to control this sword." ”

"But in my subconscious, I didn't let this sword save me, why?" Puzzled.

"Now that you are the owner of this sword, this sword will appear in front of you as soon as it senses that you are in danger."

"I thought it was just now." Thinking of his reckless behavior just now, Xiaoyao said with some embarrassment!

The old man didn't say anything, a roll of yellowed ancient silk appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand, the old man looked at the ancient silk in his palm, and then looked at Xiaoyao and said, "This ancient silk is the cultivation technique of Yuan Ling, you cultivate slowly first, and I will teach you swordsmanship again at that time, I hope you don't live up to my good intentions." ”

After taking over the ancient silk, the old man's breath became a little weak, and he said weakly, "I can't use the sword for too long, I have to return to the sword first, remember that when you go to Changfeng Pavilion, you have to rely on yourself." Also, this sword should not be exposed at will. At the end of the old man's speech, his voice had become a little hollow, and his figure slowly became empty.

"But" Xiaoyao wanted to say something more. But the prisoner had turned into a fine light and merged into the sword, and the surroundings became silent and desolate, and the moonlight at this time became fainter and fainter, and the sky gradually appeared white.

Rubbing the ancient silk in his hand, touching it with his fingertips, he could feel the difference from ordinary things, and he couldn't wait to unfold it. After unfolding, the heart was cold for a large time, and without some disappointment, on the yellowed tone of the ancient silk, there was no ink mark at all, and the whole volume of ancient silk was empty!

"This old man, you can't lie to me!" Looking at the yellowed patch, I said in the dark!

Holding the ancient silk in his hand, he was a little stunned, "Does this book have to be burned with fire or soaked in water to show the handwriting?" However, if the fire roasts this ancient silk is burned, the old man doesn't know if he will be angry, if he is angry, he will not be able to resist it if he calls it over with a palm.

stared blankly at the quaint scroll, but was attracted into the scroll by an inexplicable strangeness, and was sucked into it with thoughts, which was a trace of ghostly aura visible to the naked eye, and the aura was slowly guided by the mind, and slowly merged into the primordial spirit in the body with the blood. Closing his eyes and searching for his mind, he could clearly see that there was a small brilliant spar in the dantian, and the aura that was absorbed into his body by himself gathered near the spar. Keep providing nutrients for the spar!

It turns out that this mental method is visualized. 'Carefree has an understanding. Put the ancient silk in front of you, then sit cross-legged, and enter the visualization calmly. The messy aura scattered between heaven and earth is slowly converging on the ancient silk, and then it flows into Xiaoyao's body, circulating along the blood for a week, and finally pours into the bottomless primordial spirit.

After contemplating the leisure, he suddenly opened his eyes, flashed a fine light, and slowly spat out and squeezed the turbidity in his real body, and his luck was reined. The sun shines down, and the leaves are cut into specks and spread in front of the carefree. I felt that the heaven and earth in the Yuan Ling were full of spiritual energy and vigorous energy. Xiaoyao didn't expect that Gu Silk actually had the ability to forge his body and refresh his mind, and he was really a divine thing. As soon as this old man made a casual move, he was so generous, thinking about the smooth path of cultivation in the future, and the beauty in his heart.