I don't know where this dark room belongs, it seems to exist in a corner forgotten by heaven and earth, and even time has forgotten here.

The little girl in white memorized all the swordsmanship and sword dueling sword scores, and even memorized them backwards, and when she drew her sword and started with a thousand changes in moves, she was still the size of an eight- or nine-year-old child, and at the same beginning, there was no difference, and she didn't even feel hungry.

The stone table in the dark room hadn't been lit up for a long time, and she had to practice other weapons.

The stone table lit up only when it had something to say, and the rest of the time, no matter how much she asked or asked, it was the same as an ordinary stone table.

At this moment, there was a sound of weapons waving in the air, and this sound came from inside the stone house.

At this time, the little girl in white brandished the blood-red spear that was placed next to the soft sword, and she went straight in and out with one move, reaching the tip of the spear, and the spear was like a hidden dragon out of the water, and the gun was like a tiger returning to the hole.

She swung the gun fast and hard, and when she swept it up, the afterimage of the gun became a piece, like a dazzling blood-colored remnant sun red on the horizon, and like a stream of blood.

And when this gun pierced straight out, it looked like a red arrow from a distance, and if someone stood opposite her to meet this move, he would find that he couldn't move at all, and he didn't dare to move, because this gun seemed to have turned into a red dragon with teeth and claws, and it rushed straight towards people so quickly and viciously that people didn't even have the slightest time to react.

When she had finished practicing another set of marksmanship, she put the gun back, and then gently and gently picked up the soft sword, which she treated with care, like a fragile baby, and like a lover, compared to which the gun was just a gun.

When her hand grasped the hilt of the sword, her whole body calmed down, and all the blood she had just danced with the spear disappeared in an instant.

She thinks that when she holds the hilt of the sword, it means that she is going to draw the sword, and as long as she draws the sword, she will win.

Although she didn't have a real opponent, she was the only one in the dark room.

She has seen thousands of swordsmanship practiced, but in this place, she can only imagine that she is fighting against people, those people she imagines, using the martial arts moves she has practiced, after a long time, these moves in her eyes are all moves that she can attack and win, because she fully understands the advantages of these moves, and also knows their flaws.

With a bang, the sword was unsheathed, and the sword was full of light, and she shook the long sword, and the blade of the sword was unfolded, no longer as soft as before, and the sword was now a real sword for her.

She raised the sword to the height of her eyebrows, and a Taiji sword beckoned, the sword move was dense and round; Then she changed her moves for the first time, the sword moves became more and more light, the sword path was unpredictable, it seemed to be virtual and real, and the moves would not change, plus this was a soft sword, which made the traces of the sword more unpredictable, and she made it the Qingfeng Thirteen Style; Then her sword moves were more varied, the blue light was agitated when the sword came, and the sword style was chic and handsome, this time she had fused the jade flute swordsmanship and the Luoying swordsmanship; Suddenly, her swordsmanship changed again, and she saw that the sword light became dense again, like the Yangtze River surging endlessly, this is the willow swordsmanship.

At this moment, she has reached the realm of 'using qi to resist the sword, and using the sword to practice qi'.

She was able to control this seemingly weak soft sword, which could turn it into a real sharp weapon, and finally controlled the non-stop qi in her body.

I don't know how long later, she slowly put away her sword moves, and finally swept the sword, and after pulling a sword flower, she put the sword into the sheath.

Then she turned and left the stone house, and entered the dark room again.

At this moment, the stone table that had been silent for a long time lit up again, and the little girl in white only felt that she had been waiting for this light for too long, and here she didn't know how to calculate the passage of time, she felt that she might have been waiting for this light for hundreds of years.

Her steps unconsciously quickened, this part of the road she had walked countless times, but at this time it made her feel a little too long, she stepped a little, her body rose into the air, and when she stepped on her feet, the person shot out like an arrow, and then saw her sleeves fluttering, and slowly landed in front of the stone table.

Precise, precise, agile and fast.

She saw the words and things on the stone table.

That thing was another ball, a black pill that looked very ordinary, and the words on the table were no longer one word, but two - 'refining moves'.

She knew that this pill was for her to eat again, and reached out to pick up the ball, but she suddenly thought of the pain that the three pills had brought her before, and she still picked it up with a shrunk in her hand, and put it directly in her mouth without looking at it again, as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

The black ball, like the previous three, slipped directly into her stomach before she could swallow it.

She didn't feel the same severe pain as before, but felt very comfortable, her thoughts were very clear at the moment, and the memories in her mind seemed to be constantly being read through, and those were all the tricks she had learned.

After reading it, she felt that she had never been sober and refreshing, and the only trace of impetuousness in her heart was completely gone, and those moves were as if they were in front of her, but when she thought about them carefully, she felt that they were far away in the sky, and then the words on the stone table changed again-

'Choose a martial arts category, learn martial arts from all families, and practice tricks for your own use. ’

She remembered that she had seen a book when she was flipping through the cheats on the bookshelf in the dark room, and the book said that every move and style on the martial arts cheats was tempered by countless predecessors, and any book of mind, body, swordsmanship, or others had gone through countless talents, and this stone table now asked her to practice the tricks alone.

She expressed the doubts in her heart: "The book says that the moves need to be tempered to get the best, and I am trapped here alone, how can I be tempered by a thousand times?" ”

The stone table still didn't respond to her question, and the light on the table dimmed again.

She sighed and walked slowly to the stone house.

She didn't need to choose a martial arts category at all, not even a weapon, because she knew in her heart that just as the sword chose her, she would only choose that sword.

When she held the sword, she felt that she was not alone, because she still had the sword, but she would feel that she was alone, because she only had this sword.

She walked into the stone house, sat down cross-legged in the stone house, held the sword in front of her, and closed her eyes.

Two people suddenly appeared in her mind, one of them was her, she stood with a sword, and the other party used the kung fu sword to subdue the demon, and then there was one more person who made it Taishan Eighteen Pan.

Every time she defeated one person, there would be another person, making it another martial art, and in the end, when she thought that there was no one left, another person came to her.

The man was herself, herself with a soft sword.

Just as she can know her next move, she can know what she will come up with next.

Unconsciously, her sleeves have been torn by the other party, and there is a little red blood in the Shenmen acupoint on her hand.

She closed her eyes lightly, and the other party stabbed at her sword, she swung her sword to block, turned her wrist, pressed the opponent's sword, and then shook the sword and stabbed at the other party.

This blow was not a certain trick she learned from a cheat, she now knew what a refining move was.

For her, there is no definite move, as long as she intends to start with drawing the sword, any blow is a good move; If you don't want to, even if it's the first move, you won't be able to exert your power.

The battle in her head was over, but she hadn't opened her eyes yet, she was reminiscing about thrashing what she had gotten.

She sat cross-legged, very steady, like a stone sculpture, without moving.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, these eyes were the same as the eyes of two people before, these eyes were colder, just like the strongest piece of ice embedded in her eye sockets on the Kunlun Mountain in winter and became her eyes; Her whole body also became very cold, coupled with her white transparent skin, she was in a trance like a snow sculpture made of snow.

Her countenance, her size, and her clothes have not changed, but her person and heart have changed.

Refining moves, refining swords, refining hearts, refining intentions.

At this moment, her whole person seemed to be wrapped in the cold air, and even if someone else was here, she didn't dare to approach her.

She walked steadily on the stone road step by step, and slowly walked out of the stone house, the stone table in the dark room was lit up again at some point, she looked at the stone table, and still walked over step by step, not as light as before.

The words on the stone table are 'The trick has been refined, and you can get out.' ’

She asked, "How do I get out?" ”

The words on the stone table changed, but did not answer her question in the slightest: 'Do you want to go home?' ’

She frowned and asked, "Home?" Do I have a home? ”

'Yes'

"How do I get back?"

'Collect twelve things for me, and you'll be able to go back.' ’

"Why should I help you?"

Because you want to know who you are. ’

Shi Table is right, she wants to know who she is, the longer she is here, this question is infinitely magnified in her heart, in her cognition, people have families, but she is here, when she thinks about her family, she has no memory at all, and she can't even remember who she is and what her name is.

She paused and said, "Okay, I'll help you." ”

'The first piece - Xue Yiren's sword. ’

She read the name Xue Yiren several times in her heart, as if she was afraid that she would forget it, and at this time, the words on the stone table changed again,

You have to remember that you can only go down the mountain when you are discovered. ’

She looked at this sentence, she knew every word, but she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence: "What does this mean?" ”

'You'll know when the time comes'

She thought of the question, "What's my name?" ”

'Jiang Xiyi'

When the three words Jiang Xiyi appeared on the stone table, the stone wall she was facing suddenly opened-it was another stone door, her eyes narrowed and adjusted to the sudden daylight, she looked down at the words on the stone table again, and said to herself: "Jiang Xiyi, my name is Jiang Xiyi." ”

She pronounced it very gently, and the name seemed to be so important to her that she didn't even dare to pronounce it again.

After a moment, she looked up and walked out towards the place where the sunlight was shining in, and she could already smell the cold smell of ice and snow floating in the air.

Sure enough, even though the sun was shining outside, there was still thick snow under her feet, and there was a scene of freezing silence here, but she didn't feel cold at all, she didn't feel silence at all, she only felt that the sun was so warm, and the wind was so pleasant.