The crooked crescent moon hung obliquely in the high and pure sky, the soft and cold light shone on the quiet Yuyang Peak, and the bleak autumn wind blew gently, bringing up the shadows of the trees, swaying. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Yi dragged his tired body, walked out of the Doufa Pavilion, and staggered on the mountain path, leaving a long figure behind him, looking lonely and lonely. Behind him, there was already one more thing—a sword that shone with cold light. In the moonlight, it is especially chilly.

Although Yang Yi's physical condition was very poor at this time, he even had great difficulty walking. However, his mood was extremely happy. Recalling his senior brother's teaching in the afternoon, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

In the afternoon, Senior Brother Yan brought Yang Yi into the Fighting Law Pavilion, and began to teach Yang Yi to learn swords in a practice room in the pavilion. To learn the sword, you must first know the sword, and you must first have the sword. Senior Brother Yan took out a sword more than three feet long and two inches wide from his waist like a trick and gave it to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi got the sword, like a treasure. Although according to Senior Brother Yan, this sword cannot be used to resist the sword in the air, it is just a hundred refining soldiers created by mortals. For mortals, it can be described as a divine weapon, but for cultivators, it is just a piece of broken iron.

But Yang Yi caressed the sword again and again, as if this sword was his closest lover, and it was a divine object that could fly with him. After all, often seeing other people's swords in the air, that kind of free and easy, that kind of momentum, that kind of pleasure feeling of freely traveling between heaven and earth, is really too desirable, too intoxicating, too longing.

The sword, to mortals, is the king of a hundred soldiers, agile and elegant, noble and extraordinary; For most cultivators, it is just a weapon to control the sky, a soldier to attack; For Jian Xiu, he is a partner in life and death, a Taoist companion who trusts his life, and pursues the sustenance of the Great Dao. The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

If you want to practice the sword of a cultivator, you must first learn the sword of a mortal. Mortals have eight basic sword moves: stabbing sword, splitting sword, hanging sword, flirting sword, cloud sword, wiping sword, belt sword, and breaking sword. Only by learning these eight basic sword moves well, can the sword come from the heart, calmly, like an arm. is qualified to talk about comprehending the sword intent, otherwise it is just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, meaningless.

Stab the sword, look at the tip of the sword, and draw the sword in one direction, straight to the opponent. The arm is bent and extended, in a straight line with the sword. Splitting the sword, seeing the target being chopped, standing the sword, the sword and the arm form a straight line, and slash out from top to bottom. Hang the sword, see the tip of the sword......

At that time, after listening to Senior Brother Yan Hua's explanation, Yang Yi was a little dazed, feeling that he didn't understand, but he couldn't help but be eager to try and wanted to practice. Maybe Senior Brother Yan Hua also knows that just explaining it like this is really not very effective. asked Yang Yi to follow his movements.

Yan Hua should have worked this set of sword moves, and every most ordinary sword move, under his use, gave people a feeling of turning decay into magic. It's as if every move has its charm, and every move has its feel. A simple stab has a momentum of courage; With a calm split, there was an irresistible Ling Ran.

On the other hand, Yang Yi feels rigid in every move, and he feels powerless in every blow. Of course, this is normal, after all, the first time you practice swords, you will inevitably stumble and become a routine. Yan Hua had already expected this situation, and while he was practicing, he corrected his movements and pointed out his shortcomings, which could always bring guidance to Yang Yi's unsatisfactory sword path. When Yan Hua saw that Yang Yi could barely master these eight moves, he quietly left Yang Yi, who was still practicing hard, and left alone.

When a person is focused on one thing, time always flies. Before he knew it, it was night, and Yang Yi didn't realize it, and he still forgot to practice swords. If it weren't for the disciples of the Pavilion who reminded him, he might still continue to practice, even if the sweat had already soaked his clothes, even if he was tired and collapsed in the practice room, he would not hesitate to do so.

Perhaps for others, practicing swords is martial arts and cultivation, but for Yang Yi, it has another meaning. As a person in two worlds, he can only sleep at the head of the bed all the year round, and it is a luxury to be able to run and play on the ground, not to mention the sport that he never dared to think of when it comes to sword training. Yang Yi never thought that moving his limbs and exercising hard was such a pleasant thing. He felt the vitality, the meaning of life, and life should be like this - not just lying still, not just sleeping, moving, so that life can move freely from now on.

When he returned to the house, he fell asleep and gradually fell asleep. In the dream, Yang Yi saw his sword volleying in the air, galloping happily, like an eagle out of the cage, spreading its wings and soaring. The whole sky was cheering for him, and the whole world was high-fived him.

The next day, when Yang Yi woke up, he found that he had already reached the end of the day. He suddenly tried to get up, only to find that his whole body was weak, his limbs were swollen and painful, and he couldn't sit up. And Senior Brother Yan Hua didn't know when he had arrived in his house, and he smiled, "What's the matter, can't you get up?" Where did all the strength of the sword practice go yesterday? ”

"The junior brother knows that he is wrong."

"It's good to know what you're wrong. I think I've told you more than once. Cultivation should be gradual, combining work and rest, and remember not to rush to achieve success. Look at how you do it, you don't come out until late at night, do you think that your body that has only practiced for two days can stand it, and you have a weak physique and don't know how to control it, how can this work? Do you see the consequences? Body aches and pains are trivial. You didn't do what you should have done in the morning, and you should have practiced swords in the afternoon, and you couldn't go. You're just not gaining more than you're gaining. Here, this is the Vitality Muscle Pain Relief Powder, when you take a bath by yourself, apply it all over your body, and you can get it tomorrow, and then you can resume your normal cultivation. ”

"Thank you, brother." Yang Yi happily put away the medicine bottle and thanked him happily.

"Okay, that's how your daily cultivation will be in the future, practice the spirit of the soul for two hours under the falling feather tree in the morning, and go to practice the sword in the afternoon. If you are okay in the evening, you can go to the Scripture Pavilion. Broaden your horizons. I will check your cultivation from time to time in the future, and you must not relax. Remember? ”

"Yes, got it."

So, Yang Yi's life continued step by step. In the first few days, Yang Yi didn't go to the Scripture Pavilion to check the classics, he just went back to rest after practicing the sword, so as to recharge his energy and prepare for tomorrow's cultivation. Finally, on the fifth day of Yang Yi's cultivation, he finally broke through the first meridian, and a huge sense of accomplishment came to his heart. It's just that he is alone at this time, and no one shares such joy. In the following month, Yang Yi's pulse unexpectedly had a tendency to become faster, and by the end of the month, he had opened seven meridians. From being able to open a meridian in five days, to being able to open one in four days, there is a tendency to open a meridian in three days. And his swordsmanship has also been practiced in a good way, and he has long lost his original youth and rustiness.

Time passed slowly, and with the progress of Yang Yi's cultivation, his physical strength increased. He realized that even if he was looking through the books in the Scripture Pavilion for an hour, it would definitely not affect tomorrow's cultivation, so he read books in the Scripture Pavilion from time to time.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into three layers, which should be the three realms corresponding to cultivation. Yang Yi can only walk around the first layer now, looking at the books on paper, those jade slips are not what Yang Yi, who doesn't even have a soul vein, can see because they need to use spiritual sense. Some of these books talk about the cultivation of the Tongmai Realm, some talk about the geography of the Nanming Continent, some talk about the way of the sword, and even some strange things. It also made Yang Yi look at it with relish, and it could be regarded as a condiment after cultivation.

The cold winter is coming to an end, and the Luoyu Sect has changed from green to red makeup. Even a snowy day can't hide the bright color of this patch. Yang Yi also rarely took time to enjoy the beauty of the mountains. Especially when the breeze blows, the leaves on the trees do not fall but rise, and they dance in the high sky as if they have wings, as if there are heavenly maidens scattering flowers. Such a spectacle really made Yang Yi a rare relaxation in this boring cultivation, both physically and spiritually.

"Do you have the illusion that you want to fly into the sky with these feathers?" I don't know when, Yan Hua was already standing beside Yang Yi.

"Senior brother, when did you come?" Yang Yi asked in surprise.

"It's been a while, how is it, how many meridians have you passed now?"

"Eighty-two."

"You've been here for four months, and you've only gotten eighty-two, which is a bit less. However, your meridians are blocked, and your spirituality is not high, so this is normal. How's the swordsmanship doing? ”

"I've practiced all eight tricks so well that I can't be more proficient. Senior brother, why don't you teach me some new moves. ”

"Do you know how long you've been practicing those eight moves for your brother? I've been practicing for three years. Master said that I barely passed. Do you think it's enough for you to practice these eight tricks in just four months? Wrong, it's far from enough, those eight moves not only let you practice moves, but also let you use this to find that trace of sword intent, do you understand? I'm not here to test your cultivation this time, but to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter, senior brother, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Recently, Kong Shangyun, the master of Huiyang Peak, recruited a disciple named Kong Junxian. This Kong Junxian is a descendant of Kong Shangyun, and it is said that he has good qualifications and a bit of spirituality. And although this Kong Shangyun is the lord of a peak, he is a little narrow-minded and a little grudgeful. He once had a gap with your Taizu Yang Yuan's predecessor and was injured by him. Although this Kong Shangyun won't do anything to you, he accepts Kong Junxian as an apprentice just to prove that his descendants are better than you. In the future, I will definitely take the opportunity to come here to find your bad luck, and you will have to practice hard in the future, so as not to be compared to someone who has been practicing for a shorter time than you. ”

"So that's the case, junior brother will definitely work hard to cultivate, and he will never embarrass Master, Taizu, and Senior Brother."

"Okay, if you have this courage, let's cultivate.!"