Day 2.

It was noon when Nangong Fan woke up, and his very regular life was ruthlessly interrupted for the first time.

The wine is spirit wine, even if his physique is outstanding, his head hurts slightly at this time.

Nangong Fan rubbed his head, looked at the messy land around him, and the still strong sword bamboo, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that you have overindulged?"

"It's good to spend a day venting some emotions that you shouldn't have. The blood demon floated lazily beside Nangong Fan, and there was no ridicule in the rare way.

Nangong Fan glanced at the blood demon helplessly, this thing is always so interested.

A lonely wine, relieving endless sadness.

The expectations of the master and the senior brother, the mystery of the life experience, the ridicule of Qingcheng Huang, and the fact that Qinglian'er has not yet married...... There are many things that he needs to decipher personally.

The young and fiery heart still has to continue to work hard to move forward!

"Young man, you'll be seventeen in a few months. You still have a lot of things to do!" Nangong Fan cheered up slightly, and his eyes gradually ignited his fighting spirit.

Walked back to the small courtyard in the back mountain, which was not very far away, and repeated the practice of the "Basic Sword Technique" in the courtyard.

Stabbing, splitting, pushing......

He has to make up for the homework that was wasted yesterday.

The sword is the easiest weapon to master, but it is also the most difficult to master.

Throughout the ages, there have been the most people who use swords. There are also countless swordsmanship, and there are thousands of strangeness, but most of them are just the sublimation of basic swordsmanship, and now people look down on basic swordsmanship, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Adult beginner disciple, there will be a task in a year, that is the opportunity for him to go down the mountain, although the dull and boring life is good, but it is not what Nangong Fan wants, there will be few opportunities to concentrate on cultivation so much in the future, Nangong Fan intends to completely understand the basic swordsmanship before going down the mountain. If you have more advanced swordsmanship, go and practice it in actual combat!

Now his own swordsmanship is more expensive, not more.

......

Another four months slipped through my fingers.

The aura emanating from Nangong Fan's body is more and more similar to Li Taibai.

It's just that it's just nature, and the other is forced by bad circumstances.

No one was able to talk to him except Li Taibai for three days, but he wanted to communicate with Jian Lao, I said mine, you sing yours, the two are not on the same channel at all.

In addition to sweeping the floor, he also huddled in his own small courtyard, living a life without quarrel with the world and not eating the fireworks of the world.

Whoever is in such an environment has to raise a little indifferent breath.

Today Li Taibai is here again.

After the two of them finished lunch together, they had to talk about it again as usual.

Both of them don't use spiritual power, they rely purely on swordsmanship, which is also a good way for Nangong Fan to find his own questions about swordsmanship, and then find the answer from Jian Lao.

Whoever has a top sparring partner like Li Taibai will make rapid progress in swordsmanship.

At least, now it seems that the hardships of these eight months have not been in vain, and he has fought back and forth with Li Taibai within fifty moves.

A sword came from the east, and the bamboo sword in Li Taibai's hand stopped at Nangong Fan's eyebrows.

"Senior brother, how much strength did you use?" Nangong Fan dropped the bamboo sword in his hand and said with a smile, he was very happy that he had blocked two more moves today.

"Five points. Li Taibai said coolly, "Kim Tae-an is dead." ”

"Oh?" Nangong Fan smiled faintly and didn't care much.

"It was said that I died at the hands of the Dark King of the Last Capital, but I was not far away at the time, and most likely I died at the hands of the Sword Sect. Li Taibai said to himself.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, "It's a little interesting, but it has nothing to do with the two of us." ”

"Yes. Li Taibai nodded, but he didn't know that all the evidence had been pointed at him.

The two rested for a while, put aside distracting thoughts, and fought again.

In the blink of an eye, it's dinner time.

The two of them sang about wine and were very comfortable.

The two were drunk, but they were still a little sober.

Nangong Fan looked at the moon with only a curved head and smiled lightly, "There are still four months." ”

Li Taibai sighed lightly, "In the last four months, you should have raised your spiritual power cultivation." ”

"Spiritual power can be cultivated at any time, but a good teacher like Jian Lao is not something that can be met at will. Nangong Fan smiled freely, he watched Jian Lao sweep the floor and learn swords every morning, and in the afternoon, he carefully studied swordsmanship, in order to find the problem, and find the answer in Jian Lao's actions in a few days.

Despite this, Nangong Fan's spiritual power cultivation has also reached the perfection of the Martial Marquis under the irrigation of this abundant aura, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the Martial King.

King Wu also barely stepped into the flow of good hands in the rivers and lakes.

Li Taibai nodded, "Your cultivation is still a little too weak." ”

"I'll take notice. Nangong Fan smiled lightly, on weekdays, in order to relax and relax, he slept at night and did not meditate and cultivate.

Today, in Li Taibai's words, I watched Li Taibai sleep in his clothes, found a vacant place and crossed his knees.

The exercises left by the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect are not good at spiritual cultivation, and they are only relative, and they are a few points stronger than many famous sects in the Lord Continent. Spirituality, physical cultivation, and spiritual cultivation all have the same path, and if they can reach the extreme in one of them, the others will not be too bad.

In this abundant aura environment, as soon as Nangong Fan meditated, he absorbed all the aura around him, forming a funnel and pouring into his body.

Nangong Fan's face was a little strange, did the senior brother see that he was about to break through?

As soon as Nangong Fan meditated, he felt the atmosphere of breakthrough.

The spiritual power in his body began to boil, and these gas-like spiritual powers spread like streams to the limbs and hundreds of remains, steadily moving towards the meridians that he had not yet developed.

Nangong Fan's physical cultivation realm has already unconsciously broken through to the Martial Emperor, and the meridians required by the Martial King in his body have actually been opened, and he is even more tenacious than ordinary spiritual cultivation I don't know how many times, but the spiritual power in his body has never flowed through these meridians.

Now a wisp of mist appeared in the meridians required by the Martial King, causing a chain reaction, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured in rapidly, and the spiritual power in the body was like a car with a full motor moving forward frantically.

A piercing buzz exploded in my ears!

Nangong Fan broke through.

What Nangong Fan didn't know was that the Martial Emperor of the Lower Realm of the meridians required by his Martial King did not need so much, almost equal to the Martial Emperor.

Such a freak, the strength of the spiritual power in the body can be imagined.

Nangong Fan groaned comfortably, slowly opened his eyes, and two wisps of sword light slashed down in the void.

What caught his eye was Li Taibai, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed and staring at him indifferently.

Nangong Fan seemed to hear the senior brother breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but show a bright smile.

The sun shone into his pupils through the window, making his whole person exude an inexplicable look.

......

Another four months passed in the blink of an eye.

In between, Nangong Fan, Ao Canglan and the Blood Demon Son happily celebrated his seventeenth birthday, and it has been a whole year since he left Shizun.

and Li Taibai, who rarely cares about people, spent Kurosawa's nineteenth birthday.

Nangong Fan couldn't help crying and laughing, it seemed that there were two birthdays a year to celebrate, which was also a good experience.

There is still a day left to enter the Shushan Sword Sect, and it is a year.

This year, Nangong Fan lived a regular life, sweeping the floor with the sword elder every day, practicing the sword every day, and practicing every day. The name of "wasted man" is becoming louder and louder in the sword sect, and Nangong Fan doesn't know how many white eyes he has experienced on the way to sweeping the floor.

This year, although relaxed, Li Taibai came to have a drink or two from time to time, which was still very interesting.

After getting acquainted with Jian Lao, he found that although Jian Lao was crazy most of the time, some words were always on his heart when he was sober, and he was already familiar with basic swordsmanship.

It has been a year since he started, and according to the rules of the Sword Sect, he will be able to go down the mountain to complete the tasks assigned by the sect.

Nangong Fan rarely didn't sweep the floor today, so he couldn't wait to run to the "Yujian Pavilion" and applied for the task of going down the mountain to Elder Chen, who had extremely poor senses.

Nangong Fan was a little apprehensive, and he didn't know if Ao Bing would get in the way.

He can't wait to fly out to see the real rivers and lakes.

On this day, the autumn rain is flying, bringing a lot of vitality.

Because the second martial arts tournament is being held, there are not many people in the sword faction.

This tournament was not as hasty as the last time, even the Sword Sect used it as an assessment for the disciples in the sect.

Li Taibai and he have lost the qualification to participate again, so naturally they will not participate in this excitement.

Li Taibai came to his small courtyard again, holding a brand-new scroll.

Nangong Fan's eyes lit up, and he knew that his task had been issued.

Li Taibai showed an indifferent smile, "Go to the Forest of Terror and take the Martial Emperor-level 'Demon Blood Ginseng'." ”

Demon blood ginseng is a ginseng spirit grass irrigated by the blood of demon beasts, and it is divided into grades by the demon blood bathed in it. It is a necessity for refining some body-strengthening pills.

Although it is a little different from Nangong Fan's original intention of patrolling a certain city, because the Forest of Terror is also a forbidden area for humans, this is a task that ordinary disciples dare not accept at all.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Nangong Fan.

As long as he goes down the mountain, he is high in the sky and allows the birds to fly, and the sea is wide and the fish jumps. The Sword Sect restrained him for a year, and he couldn't wait.

As for the so-called mission, to hell with it, he just escaped from the Sword Sect under the guise of a mission.

The two drank wine and ate meat, and they were very happy, and the feeling of parting was gone.

"Senior brother, don't you travel the rivers and lakes?" Nangong Fan took advantage of the wine to speak.

Li Taibai shook his head, he would naturally leave the Sword Sect to travel, but he would never leave with Nangong Fan.

The two traveled together, but due to the huge gap in strength, it was a great constraint for both of them.

Both of them are proud characters in their bones, and distance can produce beauty.

Nangong Fan sighed regretfully, the only thing in the Sword Sect that made him unforgettable was Senior Brother.

The two were drunk unconscious, and fell asleep together on the wooden bed.

Before dawn, Nangong Fan had already opened his eyes, tiptoed up to get up, and washed.

In front of the old door of the sword that was still closed, he bowed three times in a regular manner, turned around, and spilled away.

Nangong Fan just left, without taking the slightest cloud, there was nothing worth his nostalgia in the Sword Sect.

Li Taibai also suddenly opened his eyes at the moment he left, it was time for him to leave the Sword Sect, Jin Tai'an's death was planted on his head, but he never mentioned it to Nangong Fan. But this also made his feelings about the Sword Sect more complicated, and he was also going to see the beautiful sky!

Li Taibai almost left behind Nangong Fan's back.

Jian Lao's door slowly opened. The crazy old man looked at Li Taibai's back with a bright face, and sighed leisurely.

It won't be long before he leaves, right?