A pale blue curtain of airflow, hanging from the metal ceiling, covers the entire cliff.

The mountain breeze blows, and the air curtain shakes slightly, as if it will be blown away at any time.

But this pale blue curtain is very resilient, no matter how the mountain wind blows, it sticks to the cliff wall and never leaves.

As a disciple of the sect leader of the Qianyun Sect, Mingkong Aoqing, and the senior brother of Mingkong Zilin, Li Mojian's knowledge is extremely extensive.

He walked to the front of the group, pointed to the light blue air curtain, and said, "These metal roofs should be engraved with formations that use the power of heaven and earth.

Let the power of heaven and earth in the nature of flowing water turn into a curtain, covering the cliff wall and protecting the rocks on the cliff wall from the erosion of wind and sun.

It is no wonder that after thousands of years, the handwriting on the cliff wall is still so clear, and every stroke of the pen is like a new carving. ”

Shao Wei looked around and found a high platform on the opposite side of the cliff.

There were thousands of cultivators sitting on the high platform, most of them were looking up at the cliff with their heads raised, and a few were closing their eyes to comprehend.

"Wen Jian Sect is also very thoughtful, not only using the formation to protect the cliff, but also having a platform for watching and understanding.

Don't stand, let's go find a good position and take a closer look at this transformation swordsmanship. ”

The group climbed onto the platform, each picked a seat and sat down, looking up at the steep cliff.

There are not many words on the cliff, and there are only four sentences in total, which are said to correspond to the four swordsmanship.

However, each character is very huge, with a length and width of nearly four zhang, almost the same as the main entrance of the main hall of the Wenjian Sect.

The handwriting is not pretty, and at a cursory glance, many places are a little crooked.

It's like when you encounter a hard part of a rock while carving, and you can't finish it in one stroke.

But the cultivators who came here to visit were not fools, and naturally knew that there were mysteries in the handwriting.

Upon closer inspection, everyone could make out that the handwriting had not been chiseled with an iron pickaxe.

It is made up of sword marks slashed by a series of sharp swordsmanship, densely patched together.

Although thousands of years have passed, there is no power left on the sword marks, but each sword mark still reveals a sharp taste, as if you can hear the roar of the sword qi slashing against the rock.

Looking up, the first column of big characters came into view: "The wind destroys the volume, and the soil breaks the forest." ”

This is the simplest trick of the Avatar Sword Technique, named after the inscription on the cliff wall, called the Swift Elephant Sword.

If you want to practice the sword technique of transforming into an image, you must first understand the meaning of the sword moves of these eight words, and the dense sword marks on the handwriting are the tips left by the predecessors.

Among the more than 30 people in the Qianyun Sect, only five disciples have learned swordsmanship, and eight disciples have been exposed to the practice of using swords as weapons.

Therefore, everyone followed their example, raising their fingers to draw sword marks, imitating the action of the master slashing rocks.

Yun You raised her finger and gestured a few times, and soon stopped moving, when she was looking for the Mist Sect, she had also learned swordsmanship, so she had some foundation.

She instinctively felt that by imitating the sword marks on the cliff wall, she could not cultivate the Elephant Transformation Sword Technique.

According to the deeds that have been handed down, the predecessor of the lettering did not practice the sword technique of transforming into an image, he only provided an idea for future generations to create.

Yun Yu quietly retreated to the back of the platform and began to operate the power of heaven and earth in his body to enhance his perception.

As the spirit and the power of heaven and earth gradually merged, the expression on her face gradually disappeared, becoming cold and stiff like a puppet.

At the same time, the black and white color in the eye sockets gradually faded, revealing a jade-like texture.

But she tried her best to control the degree to which her spirit was integrated with the power of heaven and earth, so her jade-like eyeballs did not release light.

Glancing at the others on the table, everyone was concentrating on the handwriting, and no one noticed their anomaly.

Yun You put his mind at ease and raised his head to look up at the Sword Cliff.

Wen Jian Sect is a simple tiled house, with wooden doors and windows tightly closed, not allowing a ray of sunlight to shine into it.

The room was filled with smoke, and incense burned quietly.

There was a lampstand on the desk, the yellowed lampstone was releasing a dim light, and a young disciple was opening a book on swordsmanship, an extremely old book on swordsmanship.

Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door, and the shouts of a young girl were heard outside the house.

"Senior Brother Mo, are you in the house?"

It turned out that the young cultivator in the room was none other than Mo Junrong, who framed and smeared the traitor of the Fog Seeking Sect on the Qianyun Spot Book.

However, in the Wen Sword Sect, he was one of the eldest disciples of Elder Blade Wind, known for his awe-inspiring righteousness and outstanding talent.

The girl outside the house happened to be surnamed Mo, called Mo Feng'er, who went up the mountain to enter the Wen Sword Sect seven years ago, and only became a disciple of Elder Blade Wind the year before last.

After hearing about Mo Junrong's deeds from the elder, Mo Feng'er admired it very much, and felt that cultivators should have such a jealous and hateful attitude.

Therefore, she declared that she wanted to worship Mo Junrong as her brother, and often ran here, and came to find Mo Junrong when she had nothing to do.

Hearing the shout, Mo Junrong's whole person suddenly twitched, as if he was startled by the sound.

Hearing clearly that the person who came was Mo Feng'er, he frowned, and his face became ugly.

muttered in his heart: "It's this stinky girl again, it's like a bedbug, you can't get rid of it." ”

Putting away the old swordsmanship books and quickly hiding them in the dark compartment under the bed, Mo Junrong rubbed his cheeks to relax his muscles, and then hung a bright smile.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Mo!Why are you here?Is it that the master has something to look for me?"

Mo Feng'er was wearing the Wenjian Sect robe, which was a set of narrow-sleeved robes, and the slit at the hem was very high, reaching to her waist.

The upper arms, waist, and back of the garment are covered with thin steel chains that are used to hold weapons of all sizes.

This style of robe is easy to move the sword, and it is also convenient to carry daggers, one-handed swords, and long swords at the same time, which can be regarded as the standard configuration of the disciples of the Wen Sword Sect.

However, Wen Jian Sect has no requirements for the color of clothes, and disciples can choose the type of color they like, just embroider the master's name on the collar.

Mo Feng'er's sect robe was dark blue, and the collar was embroidered with the word Chopping Wind, which proved that he was a disciple of Elder Chopping Wind.

She wore her hair up in a silver crown and a braid over the back of her head, and her beautiful face still had a childish look on it, because she was only fourteen years old.

Hearing Senior Brother Mo Junrong's question, Mo Feng'er pursed her mouth and complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother Mo, why are you like this, can't I come to you myself?"

Mo Junrong raised his finger and scratched Mo Feng'er's little qiong's nose.

smiled: "Of course, you are my junior sister, you can come to me at any time."

However, the color of the sect uniform you are wearing today is solemn, and you must have just returned from the master. ”

Hearing this, Mo Feng'er immediately smiled, and deliberately clenched her fists and bowed to Mo Junrong: "Senior brother is really great wisdom, you guessed it, Mo Feng'er admires it!"

Seeing the actions of his junior sister, Mo Junrong deliberately laughed, and then asked.

(Thanks to the monthly pass given by Qiao Baye, as well as the reward o(* ̄) ̄*)o)