In the Jiluo Realm, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged and focused on writing.

The reason why he writes instead of practicing calligraphy is because he doesn't know calligraphy, and he hasn't touched the threshold of calligraphy, and he has a carving knife in his hand, not a real pen.

In the end, his writing almost became instinctive, no longer paying attention to the structure of the font, no longer pursuing the skills of writing, all driven by a rhyme, where he reads, and writes down.

Bite!

The hourglass beside him made a crisp sound, and Ye Changsheng stopped, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

So fast, three days have passed?

Three days have passed in the Zara Realm, and the outside world has only passed one night.

Exiting the Jiluo Realm, the sky was not yet bright, and Ye Changsheng was full of energy.

Seeing the broken jade beside the bed, he regained his excitement, took out a piece of intact white jade, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The graver quickly moved up, making a brushing sound.

At the time of transformation, there is a breath of qi flowing on the tip of the knife, so that the strength of the knife suddenly becomes soothing, which can be within the tolerance range of jade.

When chiseling through, the tip of the knife emitted a faint white light, and the knife went first, silently immersed in the jade, and naturally unraveled.

In the blink of an eye, a jade sculpture with a form of god appeared in front of Ye Changsheng's eyes.

Ye Changsheng waited quietly for a moment, making sure that the jade carving would not shatter again, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

After three days and three nights of writing, he has formed a flowing rhyme, which controls the determination in his heart, naturally and stretches, and naturally will not hurt the jade carving itself.

Compared with the previous jade carving, this "Chivalrous Journey" can be described as perfect in terms of shape and meaning!

Of course, this perfection is only relative to the current realm of immortality, just like a certain peak that appears in cultivation, but it is just the starting point of a new peak.

In ancient times, practitioners once divided cultivation into three realms, which is also true on the path of carving.

In the first realm, looking at the mountain is the mountain.

In the second realm, the mountain is not a mountain.

The third realm, depending on the mountain or the mountain.

Changsheng thought that he was just touching the threshold of the first realm now, so the "Chivalrous Journey" in his hand was "Heroic Journey".

Unexpectedly, the mystery of freehand was not spied on, but the carving skills were improved. Ye Changsheng was a little surprised, but he was also a little crying and laughing.

However, Changsheng himself also has an indifferent attitude, so he doesn't dwell on it.

Confucianism's freehand is one of the four secret techniques of the Tianxuan Continent, and the mystery is so profound that even snooping is as difficult as reaching the sky.

If it were really so easy to understand, this world would have been the world of Confucianism a long time ago.

Placing the jade carving on the desk, Ye Changsheng simply cleaned it up and rode the carriage to the Royal Military Bureau.

With only a few days to go, he had to take matters into his own hands and speed up the melting and casting process of the materials at several key points.

And for the last casting, it needs to be set aside for at least one day, and at that time, Ye Changsheng will be present throughout the whole process.

He was busy until noon, and Ye Changsheng explained to the swordsmiths again before leaving in a hurry.

The swordsmiths were excited and in awe, and sent Ye Changsheng to the door all the way, before they hurried back to their respective busyness.

Although it was only one morning, they benefited a lot.

The casting process designed by Ye Changsheng for them has been doubled compared to the previous one.

And Ye Changsheng added auxiliary materials and controlled the heat in the process of material melting and casting several times, which opened their eyes even more.

According to this progress, it is very possible that a legendary-level long sword was forged before the ceremony.

The swordsmith deserves to be a swordsmith, and a genius deserves to be a genius!

Ye Changsheng returned to the residence of Wenjian Hall and casually threw countless prayer stickers on the table.

Because he wanted to forge a sword, Changsheng had already sent someone to inform the masters he was going to visit, and he pushed back the day a bit.

As for the other princes, nobles and hermit families, they were not in the plan for immortality in the first place, so how could he accept the invitation?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Changsheng slowly lowered his eyes and emptied his messy thoughts.

To deal with the Vajra Venerable of Huoyun Temple, the Meng Mastiff who cultivated to reach the middle level of the Supreme Realm finally relied on the strength of Changsheng himself.

If his strength is strong enough, why should he be afraid of the other party's tantric mudra?

After calming down, Ye Chang's business thought moved, and he had already projected into the True Martial Space.

The True Martial Space is a derivative space obtained by Changsheng after opening the three-story tower of the seventh-level floating slaughter.

When his soul is projected into this virtual space, he can conduct the closest to reality in actual combat training.

Moreover, the True Martial Space has ten times the speed of time, and ten days of cultivation in the True Martial Space have only passed one day in the outside world.

In the past six months, Ye Changsheng's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his combat effectiveness has greatly improved, and a very important reason is because of the existence of the True Martial Space.

In particular, Changsheng's control and understanding of the sword momentum is even above that of the Buddha, as if he is a master of actual combat who has experienced a hundred battles.

The black light shone brightly, and the magic sound burst out.

The interior of the three-story tower is immense, with a high platform standing in the middle, surrounded by black clouds.

Above the zenith, the red spots of light were as big as wheels, one was fighting with fists and feet, and the other was fighting with swords.

Changsheng looked up at the zenith and activated the spot of light that fought with his sword.

"Buzz!"

Three rays of light were extended, and three smaller spots appeared below.

Three small spots of light are written with quaint words: Sword Momentum, Sword Intent, and Sword Heart.

Underneath each spot, small red squares are arranged horizontally, with a scale of zero at one end and a scale of 10 at the other.

Chang Shang Nian moved again, chose the sword position, and adjusted the scale to the highest 10.

With Changsheng's current cultivation, fighting under the ninth-level sword momentum will basically not be affected, and he will be able to play with ease.

However, under the tenth-level sword momentum, he obviously felt suppressed, and the exertion of his strength was also limited, and he could probably only cope with it.

However, according to his estimates, the momentum that the mastiff burst out in the battle, even if it did not reach level ten, was very close.

Therefore, if Changsheng wants to defeat the Meng Mastiff, he must withstand the impact of the tenth-level momentum, and be able to do it with ease under the tenth-level impact.

Calculating the time, he can cultivate in the True Martial Space for at least more than a month, it should be enough, right?

While thinking about it, a pillar of light projected down and landed ten meters away in front of Ye Changsheng.

A figure appeared, and after the light intertwined, the shadow turned into a man in white, as if it was a copy of Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng was nervous, drew his sword out of its sheath, his feet were slightly staggered, and he stared at the sparring partner with full vigilance.

He knew that the sparring partner would not be polite to him.

Sure enough, the sparring partner directly drew his sword, strode forward, and shot an extremely fierce tyrannosaurus slash.

The furious aura roared in, drowning Ye Changsheng in an instant.