Changing into a capable white practice uniform, Su Qinglan held a blue-red long sword in her hand, and walked towards Bai Mei with a sassy and heroic posture.

"Master Bai, let's get started. ”

As soon as she thought that she could finally become the coveted sword cultivator, Su Qinglan's heart couldn't help but stir.

"I'm just teaching you temporarily, and I don't deserve a word of Master. You can just call me Baimei. Waving his hand, Bai Mei said, "You can practice the swordsmanship you learned before and show me." ”

"Hmm. Nodding, Su Qinglan pulled out the long sword in his hand with a snort, the silver blade shone in the sun, and a little cold light flickered on the tip of the sword.

Holding the long sword, Su Qinglan opened her posture, revealing extreme seriousness and caution between her eyebrows.

Swish!

Dancing the long sword, Su Qinglan's body twisted, the blade turned gracefully, and an ethereal feeling surrounded Su Qinglan

Suddenly, the long sword in Su Qinglan's hand suddenly turned into a gently swinging streamer, and the vibration of the sword blade actually made a sound like a woman crying.

The sobbing was bitter, and a sad emotion began to envelop Su Qinglan's surroundings, and the sandalwood mouth opened lightly, and Su Qinglan's mouth also emitted wisps of sorrow.

Standing not far away, Bai Mei, with his hands behind his back, a pair of eyes as deep as a pool of water calmly looked at Su Qinglan, who was practicing swordsmanship, and his pupils blinked a few times from time to time.

The blade in his hand danced faster and faster, and the strange aura of sadness became more and more intense, spreading towards the surroundings.

The aura around his body swayed, and the sad aura that was close to him was dispersed. Looking at Su Qinglan, who had already fallen into this sword technique and couldn't extricate herself, Bai Mei snorted lightly, and a sonorous sword sound suddenly reflected towards this courtyard.

Bang

Shocked by Bai Mei's soft snort, Su Qinglan's hand suddenly softened, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Your courage is not small, you dare to practice this kind of advanced swordsmanship, you don't have a sword cultivation as a foundation, if I wasn't here, you would definitely be controlled by the artistic conception of this swordsmanship, and do something beyond reason. ”

Looking at Su Qinglan, whose face was a little pale, Bai Mei said unceremoniously.

"I ...... I asked a friend to help me get this sword, and it ...... It's not practiced yet, so you can laugh. Originally, I planned to use this set of swordsmanship to leave a good impression on Bai Mei, but it was so self-defeating that Su Qinglan herself was a little embarrassed.

Without paying too much attention to this matter, Bai Mei picked up the long sword that Su Qinglan had thrown and said, "What is the name of this sword technique." ”

"Oh, it's called Sadness. ”

"Sorrowful Qu ......" stroked the long sword in his hand, his white eyebrows closed his ears, and the breath of the whole person stagnated.

Looking at Bai Mei, who suddenly closed her eyes, Su Qinglan froze in place, and after a while, Bai Mei didn't move, and Su Qinglan, who was a little anxious to wait, slowly walked to Bai Mei's side, just wanted to say something.

The white eyebrows' eyes opened at this moment.

Looking at the white eyebrows, black and white, pure as water, Su Qinglan suddenly felt a slump in her heart, an indescribable sadness, which made Su Qinglang's nose sour unconsciously, and her eyes began to be filled with mist.

Smack

A tear fell, and Bai Mei swung his long sword, accurately catching the tear on the blade.

Blinked, a strange light in the white eyebrows slowly faded, looking at Su Qinglan, who had red eyes and sobbing softly in front of him, the white eyebrows smiled: "Okay, this set of sad songs is really good, with love into the sword, with people as the sheath."

Pure destructive power may not be enough, but for sentient beings, this is an extremely powerful sword technique. ”

After watching Su Qinglan dance a tragic song, Bai Mei, who has the expertise of the master of the Sword Sect, has memorized this set of swordsmanship in an instant, and during the time when he stroked the sword and closed his eyes, Bai Mei practiced this set of swordsmanship in his mind very quickly, and learned this set of swordsmanship in a time that ordinary people can't image.

The white eyebrows converged the artistic conception of the sad song, and Su Qinglan, who was confused by this artistic conception before, suddenly felt clear in her heart.

"This set of swordsmanship is good, you don't have to learn my swordsmanship anymore. You continue to practice, don't use your true qi, and I will correct your mistakes on the side. ”

Returning the long sword in his hand to Su Qinglan, Bai Mei took a few steps back and gave up the venue to Su Qinglan.

Su Qinglan, who had not eased up, took the long sword in a daze, looked at the white eyebrows who retreated to the side, and said in a daze: "This set of sad songs, have you learned?"

"No, I don't. Frowning and wondering why Su Qinglan could ask this question, Bai Mei said, "Let's practice quickly." ”

I was surprised that Bai Mei had learned this set of sad songs so quickly, but seeing Bai Mei's ordinary expression, Su Qinglan couldn't help but secretly say in her heart, could this be the strength of orthodox sword cultivation?

"Let's get started. ”

Bai Mei's urging made Su Qinglan temporarily retreat from the spiritual world, clenched the long sword, and rehearsed this set of tragic songs again.

"The arms are too high, and the waist straddles the force!"

Seeing one of Su Qinglan's mistakes, Bai Mei stretched out his hand and struck two sword qi at the position where Su Qinglan made the mistake.

"This move is a stab, not a slash!"

"The strength is too small, this move is a move to force the enemy, how to force the enemy with such a small strength!"

"Turn around quickly! How can you connect to the bottom so slowly!"

......

For a whole morning, Su Qinglan felt that she had almost finished practicing the entire set of swordsmanship under Bai Mei's scolding, and almost every time Su Qinglan made a move, Bai Mei would call out the defect on the spot, and then a sword qi hit the wrong position.

One morning, Su Qinglan's body already had a lot of bruises, which were caused by repeated mistakes that caused many sword qi blows.

And the initiator of all this, but still does not have a trace of pity and cherishing jade.

Although there were constant bruises on his body, a feeling of soreness filled his entire body. However, the progress brought about by just one morning's cultivation was able to make Su Qinglan completely ignore these pains.

"Your foundation is very poor, if you want to condense your sword intent, you may need a period of hard training, can you?"

Su Qinglan's talent is not good, and her comprehension is not very strong. Compared with Li Xiaoyao, Su Qinglan's swordsmanship talent is like a small grass, while Li Xiaoyao is a towering giant tree.

If Li Xiaoyao were to practice in the morning, he would at least be able to correct all his mistakes. However, Su Qinglan only changed less than one-tenth.

To be honest, Bai Mei is not optimistic about Su Qinglan's desire to become a sword cultivator, sword cultivation has high requirements for talent, and hard work can indeed make some achievements, but for real sword cultivation, it is a little insufficient.

Nodding firmly, Su Qinglan said, "I can!"

Su Qinglan's extremely serious expression made Bai Mei slightly surprised: "May I ask, why do you want to become a sword cultivator so much?"

"Actually, I don't know, but I always have this thought in my heart, as if it is engraved in my bones. Maybe...... In my previous life, I was a sword cultivator. Tilting her head and thinking about it, Su Qinglan said with a smile.

Past...... In this world, there is no such thing as reincarnation. When an ordinary person dies, his soul will also dissipate along with his body.

Only the true cultivation of the foundation that has condensed the soul can continue to preserve the sobriety of the soul after the death of the body, but that is only a temporary measure, the soul of the true cultivation of the foundation cannot have the body again by borrowing the corpse to return the soul, and it cannot escape the limit of longevity, and once the longevity arrives, the soul will also disappear.

Only by becoming a Jindan monk, condensing one's life into a Jindan, and breaking the shackles of heaven and earth, can the monk obtain a certain degree of immortality.

If the Jindan monk dies physically, he can fly the Jindan out of the body and find another body to be reborn.

It's just that Jindan is a kind of strong and fragile contradictory existence, because it condenses the essence of a Jindan monk's life, so that Jindan monk can borrow the corpse to return his soul and live another life, but it is also limited by longevity.

But the golden pill is also fragile, the golden pill that flies out of the body will quickly lose its essence without the warmth of the body, and it is very easy to be captured, you must know that the monk's golden pill is the favorite of many evil monks and demon clans, and it is also an excellent main material for refining magic pills.

Could it be that this Su Qinglan is a reincarnated Jindan power?!

Looking at Su Qinglan in front of him with frowns, Bai Mei thought in his heart.

Forget it, even if she is a Jindan powerhouse. Bai Mei didn't want to speculate about Su Qinglan's identity, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Now his purpose is just to help Su Qinglan become a sword cultivator and get the order to enter the inner city of Black Sky City, and everything else has nothing to do with him.

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye......

Su Qinglan, who was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, closed her eyes tightly, and a faint coercion on Bai Mei, who was standing on one side, was slowly pressing towards Su Qinglan.

The move part of the sword technique is Su Qinglan and the basic proficiency, and Bai Mei is now trying to help him comprehend the sword intent and lay the foundation of the sword.

Although the pressure emanating from Bai Mei's body was thin, it was like a piece of sharp blade, constantly cutting Su Qinglan's body.

The frowns are getting tighter and tighter, and without the talent of Bai Mei, the time it takes for ordinary people to comprehend the true meaning of a sword technique is usually measured in years.

But Bai Mei obviously didn't have that much time, and accompanied Su Qinglan to comprehend the sword intent little by little.

So Bai Mei came up with the idea of using his sword intent to oppress Su Qinglan, and under the stimulation of external sword intent, he assisted Su Qinglan to comprehend the sword intent.

This method of ordinary sword cultivators would definitely not dare to do this, after all, the sword intent is fierce, no matter what kind of sword technique condenses the sword intent, it will have its own edge.

Once Bai Mei's approach is not very good, it will cause Su Qinglan to go mad, and the sword intent will backfire, and the internal organs will be injured at the lightest, and the soul may even be injured at the worst.

However, Bai Mei's choice to use this method obviously has his own certainty, and Bai Mei, who has more than a dozen sword intents, also masters thaumaturgy - sword runes.

Bai Mei's control of sword intent has reached a height that ordinary people can't reach, although Bai Mei's cultivation has not yet reached the top, but with the talent of the master of the Sword Sect, Bai Mei's control of the sword path is far beyond his own realm.

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