Kneel and beg for flowers, collect!

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Duan Zhong has been out of the customs for more than a month, and he has also practiced swords for more than a month.

In the past month or so, Duan Zhengjing only gave Duan Zhong a sword and ...... A stone. Duan Zhengjing said, give you a month to prick this stone into powder.

Not with a sharpened one, nor with a chopping one, but with a thorn. It is also pricked into powder.

This seems to be a very nonsensical task, but Duan Zhong knows that it is not nonsense. Of course, this is just Duan Chong's first feeling, because the ancestors of his own family will never entertain themselves.

So Duan Zhong is very serious about stabbing.

Duan Gravity was very strong, and there was a fist-sized stone on the opposite side, and Duan Chong could stab the stone into several pieces with every sword he came down with. However, when these stones are the size of fingernails, it is not so easy to pierce them.

Because the stone is very small, Duan Zhong may not be stabbed, even if it is stabbed, the strength is small, the stab will not break, and the strength will be large...... flew. So Duan Zhong knew that this was not an easy job, on the contrary, it was very hard.

On the first day, Duan Zhong stabbed the stone into a pile of pebbles, and on the second day, it was still a pile of pebbles. Until the 10th day, it was still ...... Or a bunch of pebbles.

This is a process from raw to ripe, for example, Duan Zhong could not prick these small stones at all on the second day, but on the tenth day, he was able to stab them. This is a process in which quantitative change causes qualitative change. On the thirtieth day, Duan Zhong stabbed these small stones into smaller stones.

The thorns are not chopped, and Duan Zhong naturally can't chop these stones into ashes like chopping pork stuffed dumplings. And if it is ashes, it is not a stone. Duan Zhong understands a truth, every time a wooden stick is broken in half, you will never be able to break it all, and letting these stones turn into ashes is naturally powder in the eyes of the naked eye. Otherwise, Duan Zhong would not be able to complete this arduous task in his lifetime.

So Duan stabbed the stone heavily and stabbed it for three months.

During this period, except for telling stories to Duan Zhengzheng and Li Chan'er and sleeping, the rest of the time was spent stabbing stones. Cultivating the mind? Doing it in sleep, of course.

And Duan Chong's results in these three months, Duan Zhengzheng is very satisfied, and Duan Chong is also very satisfied. Because it is not internal force that is practiced, but precision and strength. For example, now, if Duan Zhong wants to prick the third eyelash on your left eye, he will never prick the fourth, and if he wants to prick three millimeters, he will never prick only two millimeters.

This is an extremely terrifying result, in this world, except for a madman like Duan Zhengjing, no one else will presumably practice this most basic swordsmanship: stabbing to such a terrifying level. And Duan Zhong practiced well, to the point that Duan Zhengzheng felt very good, even better than his own.

Therefore, when Duan Zheng looked at the powder on the ground, he nodded to Duan Zhong happily: "Your basic skills have been practiced." It's time to learn the sword. ”

At this moment, Duan Zhong realized that in the past three months, he still hadn't learned the real sword.

"You pack up your things in the evening, and follow me out of the temple tomorrow."

"Huh? Where to go? ”

"Go and practice your sword."

"How long?"

"I don't know."

......

Duan Zheng went out, so he specially told Li Chan'er two more ghost stories today. Zongzi is still practicing Buddha with our Master Kongming. At this time, Zongzi was holding Duan Chong's thighs and burst into tears: "Boss, don't you go...... You haven't finished telling me the story in Nezha's mind......"

Duan Zhong sighed and shook his head: "Be good, don't make trouble, I'll be back soon......"

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Today, Lao Duan's mood is a little strange, because he took his apprentice and walked out of this temple, this Chongsheng Temple where Lao Duan has stayed for more than 30 years. Duan Zhengjing has been in this temple for more than 30 years and has not taken a step out of the temple gate, but this record was broken because of a child who is more than eight years old. So Lao Duan was very embarrassed.

Duan Zhong didn't ask the master where he was going, because he knew that he would know eventually. So just blindly walking. The master and apprentice did not go down the mountain, but walked on the mountain. Sometimes climbing the peak, sometimes crossing the stream...... This walk is three days.

And when the sun on the third day illuminated the snow white of the top of Cangshan Mountain, Duan Zhengjing pointed to a mountain not far away: "That is the twentieth peak of Cangshan." ”

Everyone in the world knows that Cangshan has a total of nineteen peaks, and only the people of the Duan family know that there are twenty peaks in this Cangshan.

Sword Peak.

Duan Zhengzheng sat upright on the snow, and if he took a step forward, there was a boundless cliff, and if he fell, even if it was a sword master or a grandmaster, he would only end up with broken bones. Ten steps further on, there is a stone wall.

The stone wall is very smooth, smooth without a trace of edges and corners, just standing upright on the top of the mountain, not at all like the work of nature. And this stone wall is called the sword wall.

Duan Zhengzheng looked at Jian Bi's eyes with some solemnity and awe, and slowly spoke: "The twentieth peak of Cangshan Mountain is split. It was split by the ancestor of the Duan family's founding father. The words were very plain, but the word "one sword" was a little shocking when he heard the weight.

Separated by a cliff of several zhang, it can slash out the twentieth peak of Cangshan with a sword in the air, such a terrifying thing, now from Duan Zheng's mouth, finally makes people find a convincing reason.

Duan Zhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his lips suddenly felt a little dry: "Master, if you come, how many swords do you need?" ”

Duan Zhengzheng smiled, lowered his head, and his voice suddenly seemed a little small: "Ten swords? A hundred swords? Maybe it will never be ...... But you have to remember that even if it is the ancestor of our old Duan family, this sword is not easy to split. ”

Duan Zhong nodded seriously and touched his nose, feeling a little sour in his heart.

"From now on, you'll be practicing your sword here!"

Duan Zhong nodded again.

"If you can stand here and leave a sword mark on the stone wall in the distance, your swordsmanship will be a little small."

Duan Zhong looked at the cliff not far ahead, and then looked at the sword wall in the distance, and felt a little stunned in his heart: Do you want to fly over?

"The mental method I taught you hasn't been left behind, has it?"

"Nope."

"Very well, you have to use it when you practice swords. Also, when you have murderous intent in your heart, don't chant Buddhist scriptures, use a sword to vent. ”

Duan Zhong was still nodding, watching Lao Duan turn around, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Master, where are you going?" ”

"Deal with some old rotten sesame grains. You're here to practice your sword. ”

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Duan Zhengzheng left, which made Duan Zhong very painful. Because Duan Zhengjing only gave Duan Zhong the task, but did not tell Duan Zhong how to complete this task. Moreover, this task also made Duan Zhong feel that it was impossible to complete it at all. Are you kidding, let me leave a sword mark on the stone wall more than ten meters away? Do you use the lost ones? I only had a sword with me.

So Duan Zhong was very depressed, and he didn't know where to start. Therefore, Duan Zhong made a very correct decision after looking at the stone wall for a day: to practice swords.

Combining the mind and the sword technique, this is the first time since the retreat. And this time, Duan Zhong finally had the pleasure of making a sword. Duan Chong's sword at this moment, although it did not have the power of the Emperor's Sword a year ago, was even ...... It's a long way off. But Duan Zhong felt that this was a long-lasting sword, a sword that could be wielded all the time to the other side of life, and it was also a ...... A life-devouring sword.

With Duan Chong's understanding of this world, his cultivation level at the moment is probably in the second rate. There is still a lot of distance between the four major ministers of Dali, and the distance is serious, and the difference is more than 108,000 miles. However, Duan Zhong was very happy, because this was his first time really using a sword, so his growth would be ...... Soon, soon, soon.

Duan Zheng back then may not be as powerful as Duan Chong. Because of Duan Zhong, he is not yet nine years old.

The days went by like this, Duan Zhong nibbled on the dry food he brought with him every day, and the rest of the time was...... Practice swords. There is no need to tell stories to the ancestors, there is no Li Chan'er to drill into her arms, and there is no poor eyes of zongzi eager to hear the story...... Only swords.

Duan Zhong was very obedient and did not recite Buddhist scriptures, so the killing intent in his heart gradually became stronger. In these days, many snow rabbits and elk on Cangshan have fallen under Duan Chong's sword. Originally, this was an extremely cruel and bloody thing for a child under the age of nine, but Duan Zhong had to do it. First of all, it is naturally because it is necessary to vent the boundless killing intent in the swordsmanship, and the other thing is naturally ...... The dry food was eaten.

Duan Zhong stayed on this mountain peak, sleeping in the wild every day, although he had a strong internal force to support him from freezing, but he always had to eat. And Duan Zhong has been on this mountain for two months, and the dry food has already been eaten.

Therefore, Duan Zhong can only live a life of drinking blood.

The twentieth peak of Cangshan is very empty, except for the stone wall, there are not even trees. Only snow. Therefore, in the past two months, Duan Zhong has only been able to stab the air except for stabbing a few snow hare and elk with his sword.

And even if it was just stabbing the air, Duan Zhong found his sword ...... It seems to have become a little dull. Duan Zhong sighed, and used his hand to pick up the thick snow on the ground, revealing a large stone inside, and sharpened his sword.

Duan Zhong was a little helpless, it seemed that the old ancestor of his Duan family had forgotten himself. Otherwise, how could he leave himself in this deep mountain and not care about it for two months?

Moreover, in the past two months, Duan Chong's sword training has also been good, and he has gone from a second- or third-rate level to a first-class level. However, in the face of the stone wall separated by thousands of cliffs, Duan Zhong was still at a loss.

Duan Zhong sometimes wonders, is this old guy deliberately tossing himself?

However, when Duan Zhong seemed to have gotten used to the days when the old guy wasn't around, Duan Zheng came back...... This was the third month after Duan Zhong reached the Sword Wall.

Came back and watched Duan Zhong practice his sword. The expression was very indifferent, no matter what Duan Zhong asked, he looked like he was ignoring it, and he didn't point out Duan Chong's swordsmanship. So the weight of the section can only ...... Love how to practice.

This really made Duan Zhong very depressed, because this old ancestor didn't even seem to want to hear the story......

Evil?