Finding the sword intent and establishing the sword heart is what every sword practitioner must experience.

Xuan Yu looked at the large and small sword moves in Peng Yansheng's study, the experience of his predecessors, and also chose some favorite predecessors' sword style to learn, but he didn't dare to comprehend the sword intent of his predecessors at will, because Peng Yansheng said that he understood the sword intent of his predecessors in advance without finding his own sword intent and sword heart, and it was easy to lose himself.

So what is my sword intent, and how can I find my sword heart?

"It's better to rest and relax for a while, the sword style is almost over, the predecessors can only learn from it, and you still need to find it yourself." Peng Yansheng has been accompanying Xuan Yu in the secret realm all these years, staying where Xuan Yu can see.

When he relaxed and lay on the grass again, Xuan Yu was so relaxed for the first time since he practiced the sword, and he had been nervous to complete Peng Yansheng's requirements, while thinking about how to achieve the golden pill of human cultivation within twenty years, which was also the knot of demon cultivation.

In fact, Xuan Yu did not deceive Peng Yansheng, for Xuan Yu, the promotion to the Dan is just a matter of how much aura, although the aura in the body is sealed by himself, but every day there will still be a large amount of aura absorbed into the dantian splash, which adds up.

Why do you want to practice swords? The knight who practices swords in the painting book is particularly handsome, he has seen countless treasures since he was a child, only the sword is the most in line with his own aesthetics, if you have to learn a weapon, you have to learn the sword, Xuan Yu originally thought so.

Making wooden swords again and again made Xuan Yu's understanding of the sword body more familiar, and the repetition of the next action of the waterfall allowed Xuan Yu to hold the sword in his hand, as for the sword intent, the sword heart, is to let Xuan Yu understand his definition of the sword, why to make the sword.

Spring went to autumn, accompanied by Qing Tian and Peng Yansheng, Xuan Yu walked all over the island again with the steps of mortals, "Let's do a search boat!" ”

Xuan Yu skillfully cut down the trunk of the tree, and then used the method taught by Peng Yansheng to make a small boat out of wood, with two oars by the way.

The sea is calm, when a certain distance from the island, Xuan

Yu asked Peng Yansheng for a pair of fishing rods, and the fishing line hooked the small bait soon reacted, Xuan Yu's face was happy, and he fished out three silver small fish in a row before closing the rod.

"Big brother, do you have a barbecue? Ingredients or something? ”

Peng Yansheng was stunned for a moment, rummaged through his storage bag and said, "I've never brought anything like this."

Xuan Yu probably guessed it, and turned his head to Qing Tian and asked, "What about you?"

This is the first time that Xuan Yu has exposed Qing Tian's extraordinaryness in front of outsiders after going out.

Qing Tian flapped her wings, and a row of cooking ingredients and tools appeared in front of the two. Only a small number of demon cultivators after the Dan can hide things in the dantian, and I heard that those demon cultivators will automatically form a space after the Dantian, commonly known as the internal storage bag.

Xuan Yu is actually not very good at doing it, most of the time it is Qing Tian who is doing it, and at this moment I want to try it myself.

Choosing a small pot, Xuan Yu finally decided to make the simplest fish soup.

With a trace of Qingtian's true fire control, pour a kind of spiritual water into the pot, put in the simplest green onion segments, ginger slices, wait for the spiritual water to boil, put in the three fresh fish that have been cleaned, the fish is not big, the three fish are not in the pot soon, the soup will turn white, and the thick fish umami will come out, maybe it is because of the special spiritual water, maybe it is because the real fire used by Qingtian is the heavenly fire, and even Peng Yansheng has some expectations when he hears it.

The fish soup is ready, cool down for a while, Xuan Yu used a small bowl of blue jade to take three bowls, and the hot soup entered the throat, which was indeed delicious.

Peng Yansheng tasted it carefully, he has not eaten ordinary things for hundreds of years, and even the pills are rarely imported, this bowl of fish soup is good.

With two bowls in his stomach, Xuan Yu was also a little lazy, and even turned a blind eye to the gradually gloomy sky.

The wind and rain came suddenly, the blue sky and white clouds carved before, the current clouds are dense, the clouds are black and heavy, and the strong wind makes the wooden boat shake violently in the waves.

The rain finally fell, big and big, densely smashed on the body, Qing Tian flew to the corner to hide from the rain, Xuan Yu and Peng Yansheng sat by the boat, as if this heavy rain did not exist.

Xuan Yu tilted his head and let the heavy rain wash his face, and when he stood up, he was still a little shaky because of the shaking of the wooden boat, and looked up at the dark clouds above his head again, and fell into the bottomless sea.

Although she knew that Xuan Yu would be fine, but seeing that Xuan Yu was about to disappear from her sight, Qing Tian couldn't help but worry, and a burst of aura exploded, and she wanted to rush into the water.

Peng Yan was vivid, and a transparent and insurmountable barrier sealed Qing Tian in the boat, "Peng Yansheng! What do you mean! ”

Qing Tian spoke for the first time, in Qing Tian's opinion, the little master's father was the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor, and the eldest disciple of the Qihua Sect was not qualified to be the little master's senior brother.

"Let her go, there will be no danger, I'll watch."

Yes, this is Peng Yansheng's secret realm, as long as Xuan Yu is not Peng Yan vividly killed, Xuan Yu will not be in a trace of danger, Qing Tian hesitated for a while, his body was about to move, the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor asked himself to follow Xuan Yu inch by inch, this is also the first time that he can't detect Xuan Yu's state after he came out of the mountain, but at this moment Xuan Yu must have his own choice, and his heart is extremely complicated.

Xuan Yu, who fell into the water here, gave up struggling, Xuan Yu can swim, and when he first fell into the water, he subconsciously took a sharp breath of air, until he was farther away from the sea, and the air in his lungs became less and less, and a feeling of suffocation flooded Xuan Yu's mind, and the light on the sea surface changed from bright to dark, and now there is no light at all.

The sea is still so apocalyptic, but the depths of the ocean are exceptionally quiet, and the oxygen is running out, and Xuan Yu can clearly feel it.

When Xuan Yu woke up again, the storm on the sea was still so violent, looking up at the black and oppressive sky, he couldn't see the edge at a glance, and he looked sideways into a pair of dark and bright eyes, Xuan Yu couldn't help but smile, Peng Yansheng, who could have dragged himself up with aura, actually jumped into the sea to save himself, making him as embarrassed as himself.

Xuan Yu still hadn't recovered his aura, and the feeling of being close to death this time gave Xuan Yu an idea of his sword intent and sword heart.

After recovering for one night, early the next morning, Xuan Yu got dressed and got up, picked up the wooden sword on the table and went outside the wooden house to practice.

Peng Yansheng sat cross-legged under the eaves after the sun had just risen, stood a wooden table in front of him, held the ink pen in his right hand and began to write carefully.

Because Xuan Yu knew that he had a long lifespan, and because of his race, even if he was seriously injured, it was unlikely that his life would be in danger, and he was harder than the mortal Lao Wang Ba.

Once he was sure that he was not easy to die, Xuan Yu didn't care much about life and death, and took the last breath of air out of his body's instinct, and because of his subconscious trust in the people at sea, at most it was his trust in his body, Xuan Yu dared to take risks, and dared to do it when he thought of it.

In this way, in the past 20 years, Xuan Yu has been staying in Peng Yansheng's secret territory, the first ten years are practicing with the sword, and the last few years are looking for the sword intent sword heart, unlike Xuan Yu's original imagination, twenty years did not let Xuan Yu learn the sword style, after the first exploration of the sword intent and sword heart, Xuan Yu knew that perfecting his sword heart and sword intent is to perfect his own Dao heart, and only a strong sword intent and sword heart can create the most suitable sword style for himself.

In the twentieth year, Xuan Yu advanced to the Dan in Peng Yansheng's retreat room, and saw a white-gray ball suspended in the dantian, Xuan Yu was in a particularly comfortable mood, there was a circular space in the white-gray ball, which was now only the size of a house, and unlike the storage bag that could only store dead things, it could be stored in living things, such as always like to stare at his own Qingtian.