"Brush, brush. ”

In the quiet abyss, there is only the sound of the sword constantly waving in the air, which is exceptionally crisp and pleasant.

The icy water of the lake continued to flow down the muscles of Lu Xianjue's body, dripping on the rocks under his feet.

Half a month has passed, and Lu Xianjue feels as if he has gained nothing, and he has not comprehended anything at all, but he has completely stepped into the realm of the Spirit Mist Realm, and has begun to stabilize, and the realm is still improving a lot in continuous tempering, and Ya Lao also appeared once, let him change his cultivation from the lake to the bottom of the waterfall, let him practice under it, the effect may be a little better.

Cultivating in this state is actually not very stressful for him now, it's just that in the past half a month, he hasn't left the stone under the waterfall for half a step, just boring sword swinging, splitting the sword, which is very monotonous.

He didn't eat a bit, he didn't sleep, and sometimes he couldn't even keep his aura running and was crumbling, but he still kept swinging his sword and thinking all the time.

What exactly is the so-called potential.

This feeling made him very puzzled and puzzled.

At this time he inadvertently swept across the lake, and walked away for a moment of god.

He saw the old angler in the distance shake the fishing rod in his hand, and the hook fell into the water with the bait, he waved his hand, swept a piece of pure land on the ground, and then sat down slowly.

Lu Xianjue's godless eyes suddenly lit up, from these simple to simple ordinary things, he seemed to understand something, what is the so-called potential.

It's very simple, it's like the wind blows, the leaves move, it's that simple.

The so-called potential is the form, and the ability to form it on the surface is the so-called potential.

He simply attached his aura to the wooden stick again, wrapped around the blade of the sword, and he inhaled intently, and gently slashed down towards the lake.

The surface of the water was rippled by the aura, but it did not produce much power.

Gather the spirit in the body, release it in the sword, concentrate a little, this is the form, if you can control this power, you can control the form between the head and the foot, that is the potential.

The so-called potential, which has to be in line with heaven and earth, is not only to be able to use the aura in the body, but also to be able to turn all the qi in the world into one's own use at will.

Lu Xianjue realized a little, he felt that Ya Lao didn't seem to have such a complicated action, just raised his hand and waved his sword, which was the general trend, which was already habitually turning the aura in the air or the sword shape on his body.

"It's good, it's good to be able to understand that. ”

There was a flat voice in the air.

"Master. ”

Lu Xianjue bowed, very respectful.

"You just do what you think now, there is no need to completely think about walking my way, I am already a god sword body, as soon as I raise my hand, I am indeed able to control the rules around me, this is the precipitation of many years, you can't do it at all now, you just need to focus your aura, can concentrate on one point, and can also imitate me, for you now, it is enough." ”

Ya Lao said seriously, he nodded, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

Ya Lao didn't teach him any cultivation techniques, and being able to reach the Spirit Mist Realm by himself was already his limit.

However, it seems that in the eyes of Ya Lao, the realm of cultivation does not seem to be so important, and Lu Xianjue can only advance slowly in the realm of cultivation, but he is not in a hurry.

He stood on the rock under the waterfall again, trying to condense the aura to his body under the impact of the water flow, on the sword, the huge water flow is not so easy to resist, in the past, the aura was used to resist the water flow, and now it is all called out to swing the sword, and the water also contains subtle spiritual power, which is not consistent with Lu Xianjue's own spiritual power, constantly scattering those spiritual energy, flushing up, the consumption is very huge, Lu Xianjue uses these consumption to consolidate his body in a short time, so that the trace of spiritual power continues to become more condensed.

A few months have passed, and Lu Xianjue's body already has some wounds, which are wounds caused by the exhaustion of spiritual energy and the friction of the rocks by the water current, every time Lu Xianjue is washed into the lake by the water, he floats quietly, looking at the gray sky.

He was thinking, he was trying to communicate with the aura between heaven and earth, and at one point he almost went mad.

And the effect of these few months of tempering is also obvious, he has transformed from a nine-year-old immature child, resolutely strong, and his physique is actually the same as ordinary teenagers, very strong, and the aura in his body has also become very viscous, and he has directly reached the cultivation of the middle stage of the Spiritual Mist Realm, which is not easy for him to reach such a realm without anyone's guidance and learning.

When the spiritual energy continues to be converted into liquid, it is to begin to step into the later stage, and when all those spiritual powers are converted into liquid, they can reach the second great realm of cultivation, the transformation pool.

Today's Lu Xianjue has been able to concentrate his aura to a point, and even he will not produce ripples when he walks on the water, according to Ya Lao, his talent is okay.

Lu Xianjue waved the wooden stick with his hand, and the waterfall was cut off by him in an instant, and the water flow was also split in half in an instant, but it didn't last long, and it soon returned to its original appearance.

What is missing, this is what Lu Xianjue is thinking about.

"Missing your own soul, and your self-confidence. ”

The old man who had been fishing next to him spoke, but the old fisherman just said something casually, and then didn't say much.

"Your master is certainly terrifyingly strong, and his sword is invincible, but that is only his way, not your way, you have to follow the path you choose. ”

My own way?

Lu Xianjue pondered, indeed, he had been thinking, he had always wanted to imitate his master, and sometimes he would think about relying on his master to guide him in everything.

Yes, Master's path is certainly strong, but it is not your own path, if you keep following Master's path, even if you can be strong enough to sweep the world, in the end it is not enough to become Master's opponent, it is meaningless, and it will be your own demons.

I don't know when, Master, has also become his goal, not just a convention, but also the path he wants to pursue?

My, the road.

I want to learn more than just kendo.

"Idiot, what do you want to learn later, now honestly do the things in front of you well, don't be too ambitious, there is a fart. ”

To be honest, Ya Lao was a little secretly amazed at this time, he felt that Lu Xianjue's idea was very good, but if he thought a little too much, it would also produce a burden, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

He can comprehend that what he learns is always the Fa, and although the more Fa he has, the stronger he will become, the Fa that he has comprehended on the way he has walked out will be more perfect and powerful, which is already very good.

If you just follow the path of others, you will never be able to compare with others.

"Yes, Master. ”

Lu Xianjue is high-minded, and what Ya Lao wants to remind him is that he can try a variety of methods to control his aura, don't rely on or rely on Ya Lao's teachings, and learn and comprehend by himself This is the most practical.

He gathered the aura on the wooden stick again, and then spread the aura around the entire sword, this time Lu Xianjue did not just use these aura to attack, but sent the aura out with the swing of the sword, and this aura poured into the waterfall along the direction of the sword's chopping, this time it did not break the waterfall, but directly blew the waterfall into a big hole, and the aura resisted the water flow, and forced the water flow to last for dozens of seconds before returning to its original appearance.

Succeeded, Lu Xianjue secretly rejoiced, he had been able to control his own aura, not only could it be attached to himself, but it could also inspire him to cause harm to other things.

Is this what the aura looks like, Lu Xianjue secretly exclaimed, the impact of attaching the aura to the weapon on his body to attack and stimulate it was too great.

For example, if it is simply attached to a weapon, if it hurts others, it is just an injury, and if it is stimulated to enter the body of others, even if Lu Xianjue himself is some distance away from the injured person, the riot of the aura can still cause secondary damage to the injured person and prevent the enemy from recovering.

On the basis of not having cultivated other methods and martial arts, Lu Xianjue was able to achieve this achievement and comprehend the second method of using aura, which was already very good.

Ya Lao's attack on the lake is similar to this kind of attack, except that he waved the sword qi and sword momentum, which looks like an ordinary slash, but the power is not much different from the martial arts practiced by ordinary people.

In a word, this is the so-called potential, that is, your casual attack, it is someone else's big move, this is the power of potential!

Thinking that the master's powerful Lu Xianjue was not hit, Ya Lao was an old-timer who had cultivated for an unknown number of years, and now he was able to achieve this control without any realm, he already felt that he was okay, not inferior, but he was not too proud, let alone ambitious, and only had the confidence to try and work hard, he honestly continued to try various other control methods, to constantly improve his ability to control the spirit.

I'm sure I'll be able to do it, but it's just a small shape, I can do it!