On the cloud boat, it is impossible to practice the sword, and the "Heavenly Illusion Heart Method" obtained from the land of no spirit before can at least wait for Qingyue cultivation to be promoted to the foundation building period before it can be practiced.

So, Qing Yue picked up the jade slip of the exercises that had been burned from the Scripture Pavilion and looked through it.

Thorns, Winding, and Giving Birth are all the simplest basic spells of the wood type.

But these simple spells have one thing in common, they are easy to learn and difficult to master. It's easy to learn, but it's not easy to be able to cast spells instantly, but it's not easy to consume aura accurately. And the casting speed and the distribution of spiritual power have a great impact on the monks' fighting.

She still remembered the wood-based spells cast by Ye Qingwei, the casting speed was extremely fast, and there was almost no need for time to pinch the spell and recite the spell, and there was also a uniqueness in the control of spiritual power, and in the fight, every move and style had a unique rhythm.

Although the wood-based spells are mild and belong to the auxiliary type of spells, if they are cultivated to the depths of the essence, they will not lose to other offensive spells.

To do the law at will, free to retract and release, there is no way to take tricks, the only word "diligence" is only.

Qingyue has been in retreat, pondering and practicing the three basic spells. Cast over and over again, constantly trying to compress the cast time, and also trying to practice the combination of spells. Because of his own divine sense, he has a unique ability to control the subtlety of his divine sense, so Qingyue tried to practice casting multiple spells at the same time.

For example, multiple thorns and winding spells are performed at the same time, casting a net under the feet and around the enemy's feet in an instant. For example, the thorn technique and the gold spell in the common five element spells are used in combination to gather qi into a blade, and on the thorns generated by spiritual power, the wooden thorns can be instantly detached and turned into wooden needles, which are unprepared for attacking the enemy.

The birth technique is also very useful, but Qingyue didn't have that many seeds in reserve, so she gave up first.

Seven days later, Qingyue felt that she had gained a little, so she thought about going out of the customs first and going to the next door to find Ye Qingwei to have a look.

Spell cultivation is far better than fighting trials behind closed doors. Ye Qingwei's spell cultivation is exquisite, and Qingyue also wants to learn a thing or two from others and hone herself.

Removing the prohibition, the fire squirrel rushed into Qingyue's arms. Two light purple front paws clung to the placket of the chest, a white storage bag tied around the neck followed the head little by little, and the big furry tail dangled behind him.

The fire squirrel was so enthusiastic, and Qingyue also felt a little sorry for Zi Ling. That day, she left a few bottles of pills and a bunch of spirit fruits for the little guy and went to retreat, thinking that this guy was also lonely.

"Master, you're finally out of the gate! Shall we go and see Ah Yun? The fire squirrel looked up at Qingyue expectantly.

I knew you weren't here for me! I thought you missed me. Qingyue's little guilt disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qingyue nodded helplessly, just for the sake of the little guy who has no playmates since he came out of the shell, he should follow it a little!

"Master, don't forget to bring that half of the 'Drunken Flower Shade'!" Zi Ling was busy reminding.

Qingyue paused and asked, "Ziling, didn't I put two gourds for you?" ”

The fire squirrel hung his head in annoyance: "Well, people didn't hold back, and they drank it in a few times." ”

Didn't you 'pour a cup' before?

Qingyue asked angrily: "Zi Ling, I found that after you advanced, the amount of alcohol has also increased?" ”

The fire squirrel shook the fur on his body, revealing a sense of depriety: "That's, that's!" People are not drunk in a thousand cups now! ”

"Don't call yourself 'people' in the future!"

"That's ...... old lady"

"Not allowed! Ziling, don't you have a name? ”

……

Qingyue and the fire squirrel were in a lively noise. Qingyue suddenly felt that it was actually very good to have such a spirit beast with her.

A light golden aura curtain covered the huge cloud boat, and steadily separated the vigorous and cold wind outside the cloud boat.

The daylight was faint, the clouds were slight, Qingyue pushed open the door, and there was no one in the small courtyard, I don't know if they were in retreat, and it was quiet all around.

Qingyue thought about it, and still sent a transmission note to Ye Qingwei, asking Ye Qingwei when he was free, hoping to have time to learn a thing or two.

The several seniors accompanying the sect lived near the Tingyu Tower, which was far away from their Qi refining stage disciples. Tingyu Tower is the tallest building on the Yunzhou, the control center of the Yunzhou, and naturally the top priority of the Yunzhou's defense.

Standing in the small courtyard, as soon as Qingyue looked up, he could see the towering bell-shaped spire of the Tingyu Building. The Yunshu Garden, where Ye Qingchen is located, is not far from the Tingyu Building. Even if no one leads the way, Qingyue can walk straight over.

Walk along the winding paths and weave through the shadows of the white houses.

When he walked to a deserted seven-leaf plum forest, Qingyue stopped. The movement in her consciousness told her that there was a fight in the woods.

More is better than less, Qingyue wanted to avoid it, but one of the spiritual breaths was too familiar.

Her heart moved, neatly pasted a breath charm on herself, threw the protesting purple spirit into the Biluo space, sneaked into the forest, hid in a plum tree that happened to be able to clearly see the two monks who were fighting and quickly dodged into Biluo.

Luckily, there is Biluo to hide.

As soon as Qingyue hid in, a sword aura slashed directly at the plum tree where she was hiding.

"It's strange, I just clearly perceived that there are people here? How is it gone! This is a man's voice, clear as water, with a little and charming lingering taste, as if there is indescribable affection, all in words.

Qing Yue, who was hiding in Biluo, was shocked when she saw this scene, this person's restrained aura was completely released at this moment, and it was not the Qi refining period she thought was complete, but a real Jindan monk.

Looking closely, the male seminary is handsome and elegant, gentle as a thousand-year-old jade, and it is amiable. Dressed in a pale cyan brocade robe, with an ink crown and bundled hair, and a jade belt, he has a quiet and indifferent body, but he will not reject the taste of thousands of miles away.

This voice is so familiar! It's clearly the voice of "Ruolang" that Qingyue has heard, but at this time, there is less of a taste of pure charm and soul-hooking.

"Uncle Ming?" Another black-clothed male cultivator with a slender figure and grim eyebrows clasped his long sword behind his back and asked softly.

Qing Yue noticed that the black-clothed male cultivator was a complete cultivator during the Qi refining period. This is, sparring? Therefore, should the male cultivators of the Jindan stage suppress their cultivation to the consummation of the Qi refining period?

"It's okay, even if this is the territory of Tianyin Pavilion, can you still prevent me from instructing my nephew?" The Jindan male cultivator groaned for a moment, smiled freely, and said to the black-clothed male cultivator, "Come again!" ”

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi suppressed his cultivation to the consummation of the Qi refining period, a newly haired plum branch in his hand, and a fine pale golden flying sword in the palm of the male cultivator in black was placed horizontally on his chest. As for the flying sword, it was full of spiritual light, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if there was a clanging sound. Qingyue estimates that it is probably the best magic weapon.

The black-clothed male cultivator struck first, and the long sword was slanted, from the bottom up, cutting through the void with a fluttering trajectory. The sword light passed everywhere, but I saw the yellow leaves fluttering, flying and scattering. The autumn wind rose, the geese flew south, and an invisible slaughter enveloped the small world.

The autumn wind is clear, and the autumn moon is frosty and the night is bright.

The fallen leaves of the jade steps gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are shocked when they leak. ②

"That's right, Nanfeng, your autumn wind sword intent has already gained three points of true intent."

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi smiled brightly, took a few steps carelessly, and tapped the plum branch in his hand, which happened to hit the main vein on the back of each colorful yellow leaf.

But I saw that the yellow leaves that were fluttering and flying dissipated one after another, and suddenly turned into a frost-colored moonlight. The moonlight rippled like ripples on the surface of the water, rippling in circles with the light trembling of the golden flying sword. Murderous and surging with the moonlight. Nowhere and everywhere, lingering, gentle and gentle, like a river cutting continuous autumn water.

The yellow leaves will eventually become dusty and westerly. A bright moon in the river, but it can shine silently in Kyushu.

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi showed undisguised appreciation in his eyes, and he said solemnly.

But I saw the plum branches spinning gently, as if the east wind was blowing through the cold overnight.

The green grass grows from the buds, and the orchid leaves spit out new stamens. A river of smoke and rain in the spring city is green, and the city is full of wind and swallows.

The plum branches tremble slightly, and the flowers and leaves swirl. A city of east wind turns rain, a river of rain is misty, and the moonlight is scattered.

Suddenly, I heard a clear sound, and the rain and moonlight disappeared.

The black-clothed man picked up the fallen flying sword, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were even brighter.

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, only smiled slightly, and watched with some regret as the plum branches in his palms turned into powder inch by inch.

The black-clothed male cultivator took a deep look, and his last form was completely under the pressure of the male cultivator in Tsing Yi who suddenly broke through: "Uncle Ming's spring breeze and rain sword intent is really mysterious!" ”

"You're not bad either. In the end, I suppressed the cultivation, your autumn wind sword intent has begun to turn into reality, from tangible to intangible, and you are worthy of being the first disciple in the Qi refining period of Yaohua Palace. ”

Qing Yue's eyes widened, is this the spring breeze and rain sword intent?

A person who has outstanding talent for sword cultivation can realize the sword intent from the sword technique. And a very small number of geniuses can integrate their own Dao perception on this basis to form their own unique kendo. Kendo is everywhere, it is a domain of its own, and within the domain, I am the only one, which is an excellent weapon for cross-level fighting.

For those who practice swords, sword intent can not be the only one. For example, the Xiaoxiang swordsmanship practiced by Qingyue, each layer has a different sword intent. But among these different sword intents, there are often some things in common. That was the basis for the formation of kendo in the future.

At this moment, the aura fluctuations and sword intent on the black-clothed man clearly told Qing Yue that he was the masked man who attacked him in Tianyin Pavilion that night.