The cold wind was howling, and the snow seemed to be heavier in the first game.

Lu Xi walked silently in the white snow, dressed in white, carrying a wide ancient sword, and his black hair was gradually covered with snow, looking like he was one with the snow from a distance.

Chen Shengshan led the little fat man Cai Kun and Wang Xiaoshan to follow far behind, not daring to come forward to disturb.

These two brainless boys can't see the danger of today's line, but he knows it very well.

The slightest carelessness is a loss of fame.

What's even more terrifying is that between the words of the boiling wine, it seems that there is a request for advice and an answer.

In fact, it is a sword heart battle between the young generation of new kendo representatives of the Xuanjian faction and the representatives of ancient kendo.

Lu Xi seems to be fine now, who can say whether the idea of which is stronger or weaker in his heart will be born in his heart.

Once this thought grows, he will inevitably doubt himself, and doubt himself, which means that there is a loophole in Kenshin.

He will compete with Gongsun Shu again in the future, and Lu Xi will not have the courage to "make a sword".

The art of shutting down, taking words as soldiers, moving with strategy, going to the army to fight, and attacking the heart.

The horror of Gongsun art can be seen.

On the covered bridge back to Xijian Peak, Lu Xi, who was covered with snow, suddenly stopped, and saw a girl in a white robe and a brocade hat and mink fur standing in front of him holding an umbrella in the wind and snow.

A smile naturally bloomed on his originally expressionless face, and Lu Xi stepped forward slowly.

"Are you waiting for me? or enjoying the snow?"

Jian Qinghong replied without hesitation, and then was silent for a moment and hesitated.

"Are you alright?"

Lu Xi smiled and said casually: "What can it be?" Gongsun Shu, a little cub who has not grown his hair, is it not easy to deal with him?"

Jian Qinghong sneered and sneered: "Oh, then how do I see you looking lost when you came out of someone's yard." ”

Lu Xi twitched the corners of his mouth, and his smile gradually converged.

Damn, don't you want to lose face? Are you his fiancée, or Lao Tzu's future daughter-in-law, if you can't speak like this, you will definitely be divorced in the future.

Then Jian Qinghong blushed, moved closer, and covered half of the oil-paper umbrella above his head.

Looking at his snow-covered and white-headed appearance, that face that was handsome enough to make any woman like it, without smiling, he seemed to return to her childhood, she looked at Senior Brother Lu like the sun.

It turned out that compared to Senior Brother Lu, who seemed to be very close, but was actually far away, she still preferred to be close to this smiling and shy, lowly Lu Xi.

Lu Xi glanced at her, and was a little hairy by her eyes, and couldn't help but say something.

"Your eyes are wrong, why are you more and more like a wild cat with a spring, hurry up and put away your dirty and dirty mind for me, Lao Tzu is not your man. ”

Jian Qinghong's beautiful eyes were round, only to feel that all the beauty and tranquility were washed away by a mudslide, and she was extremely disgusting.

"Nausea from Jian Qinghong +99,+99,+99......"

Then she raised her leg and kicked Lu Xi directly, scolding angrily.

"Bastard!"

Lu Xi suddenly returned to his old hippie smile and asked, "Why don't you live in your furnished boudoir?"

Jian Qinghong only said one word aggressively.

"Get out!"

Then I saw that Lu Xi was really rolling in the snow, and replied with a smile, okay.

Jian Qinghong suddenly laughed at his childish behavior, and just watched him "roll" all the way.

"It's quite an interesting person, why is he so cheap. She whispered, her soft earlobes red and intoxicating.

Then, she heard Lu Xi's laughter from afar: "Senior sister, your boudoir is fragrant, if you don't go to live, I will live in it." ”

Jian Qinghong smiled brightly and said loudly: "You dare!"

......

After three days, the heavy snow finally stopped, and at the top of Xijian Peak, Lu Xi has been standing alone in the wind and snow for the past three days, practicing swordsmanship.

There are basic swordsmanship that he obtained from the memory of his predecessor, and there are also swordsmanship that he repracticed by himself, and the most practiced is the swordsmanship that Wang Tianxiu has practiced twice.

It is said that the swordsmanship was created by Wang Tianxiu when he was traveling abroad and was most energetic.

There are 14 styles, which lasted 14 years and created one style a year.

Such a feat is enough to show how amazing Wang Tianxiu's talent and qualifications were when he was young.

Fourteen styles of swordsmanship, Lu Xi's current strength can only barely use the first three styles, but it is also quite good.

You must know that Wang Tianxiu only created this sword technique during the Jindan period, and it is rare for him to be able to perform three styles as a qi refining cultivator.

After the cultivation of the three-style swordsmanship, the snow around him had been melted by the sword qi without half an inch, and Lu Xi's spiritual power was also exhausted, so he jumped to the rooftop of the view, did not drink tea, and drank a cup of Wang Xiaoshan's warm hot wine.

The great ancient sword was placed horizontally on his knee and gently wiped with a cotton cloth.

These days, Lu Xi has been practicing swords frantically, and the ancient sword has a spirit, and he has clearly felt the restlessness in his master's heart, and he has trembled several times, reminding his master not to be distracted.

"Lao Tie, why do you say I want to learn swords? I'm not a genius sword immortal in the first place, besides, no one stipulates that geniuses have to work hard to cultivate, what's the point of practicing a great sword immortal?

Why don't you drink tea all day long in this Xijian Peak, enjoy the scenery, play cards with the little fat man and Xiaoshan, and don't worry about eating and drinking, isn't it fragrant?"

Regarding Lu Xi's dejected words, the ancient sword could only tremble.

Actually, he wasn't asking about swords, but he was asking himself, why do you want to practice swords, why do you want to work hard to cultivate?

I didn't face life and death as soon as I crossed over, and my family was ruined.

My parents are still alive, my family is prosperous, and my master is very kind to me, and my master also treats me well and gives me a side peak.

I have friends by my side, and even my daughter-in-law doesn't have to worry about finding it, just wait a few years, and I will be a proper son-in-law.

It's nice to have such a stable life.

"You think it's good to be called a 'waste' all day long?"

Just when Lu Xi's will was extremely depressed, a sound like thunder suddenly sounded in his ears.

Lu Xi immediately raised his head, saw the man with a cold face and a sword-bearer, shook his head and said, "What is waste? What is a genius? Is it a genius to cultivate a high swordsmanship? ”

Wang Tianxiu couldn't hide his anger and said in a deep voice.

"There are not many wastes in the world, but the geniuses of the Xuanjian Sect are indispensable.

Lu Xi, you shouldn't let me down, your sword heart is not so fragile, you have experienced the despair of Jindan being shattered and the foundation being destroyed, have a few words made you depressed?"

Jin Dan was shattered, the foundation was destroyed, and he fell from a genius sword immortal to the dust, becoming a waste in all the populations, this kind of despair and blow, Wang Tianxiu thought that he couldn't resist it.

But Lu Xi did it.

But Luxi is no longer the Luxi of the past.

He is just a dove occupying the magpie's nest, and he has never experienced that kind of despair, let alone a firm heart.

His parents are not his, his family is not his, his master is not his, and even the sect and this Xijian Peak are not his, they were all snatched from the previous Lu Xi.

If there is anything that is his own, it is only the big clumsy ancient sword in his hand that has opened the spirit, and he sincerely recognizes him as the master, not the former Lu Xi.

Wang Tianxiu sighed deeply, feeling helpless in his heart, because he had already seen that Lu Xi's sword heart was completely broken.

Fragmented, nothing left.

At this moment, the Great Ancient Sword suddenly shook, and a mournful sound came from the sword, like crying.

Lu Xi's whole body shook, and an ancient vicissitudes of life seemed to echo in his heart.

"Wake up...... Wake up ......"

The voice seemed to come from ancient times ago, with an aura that did not belong to this world, slowly enveloping Lu Xi's entire body and mind.

When Wang Tianxiu saw this scene, his heart was shocked, and his eyes suddenly burst into confusion, and he lost his voice.

"Could it be...... Ancient Sword Spirit, Revive Sword Soul?"

The difference between the ancient kendo and the new kendo is that in addition to the difference in inheritance and the difference in the cultivation of the natal sword.

The most important thing is that after the natal sword is conceived, it is respected to cultivate the sword spirit, but the ancient sword has the most enlightened spirit, and has the spiritual wisdom that is in line with the master's mind, but there is no such thing as a sword spirit.

But it is said that in ancient times, some ancient sword powers, and after opening the ancient sword spirit to the extreme, a sword soul could be born.

The sword soul is more powerful than the sword spirit, because compared to the sword spirit, the sword soul is already an independent being, and it can continue to advance, just like a monk's cultivation.

In Lu Xi's consciousness, he came to a strange world.

The swords here are like clusters, and the ground is full of rusty ancient swords of various styles, some long and some short, some wide and some thin.

And in the center of this strange world, there is a lake that is nearly dry, with only a puddle at the lowest point of the lake, and a pale blue lake about knee-deep, with a lotus leaf floating.

Lu Xi approached quickly, and his familiar and unfamiliar face was suddenly reflected on the water, and his eyes suddenly widened.

It was his face from his previous life, his youthful face when he was still on Earth.

Then he heard a sound coming from a ball of water on the lotus leaf.

"Master, this is Kenshin Lake, which can reflect your true heart. ”

Lu Xi looked at the water balloon and exclaimed, "You...... Are you a great clumsy ancient sword?"

The water balloon was so misty that it was impossible to see the inside, but there was a faint voice that had been vicissitudes and was ancient.

"Yes, my last master raised me, but before I grew up, he disappeared, and it was you who reawakened me, and you are the master of my generation. ”

Lu Xi was stunned, and then seemed to remember something, and smiled bitterly.

"My sword heart is broken, what if I become your master? ”

Inside the water balloon, words immediately came out: "That's just the sword heart that the master inherited from this body, unlike you, it will be broken when it is broken."

Master, this sword heart lake is formed by the condensation of countless remnant sword intents in this place, and you take a scoop to help you recondense your sword heart. ”

Lu Xi hesitated for a moment, where to get a scoop, his body was obviously conscious, and he didn't bring a storage bag.

As soon as he thought of this, about a scoop of light blue lake water in the puddle broke away and condensed into a three-foot water sword, which directly pierced into Lu Xi's eyebrows.

A huge and mixed sword intent poured into his mind, and it seemed that thousands of swords roared in an instant, slashing his corpse into pieces and destroying his soul.