Since I can't figure out why, I won't think about it for a while.

In the early morning, when the rooster crowed, Duan Lizheng woke up, and as usual, opened his eyes in time, concentrated and calmed, and entered the routine pranayama in the early morning.

Last night, because he came back late from the Luming feast, he slept for less than two hours.

Even so, Duan Lizheng still turned over and got up as always, made the bed and folded the quilt, and walked to the courtyard to wash.

His courtyard was as quiet as ever, save for the flickering of candles in the lantern hanging at the door.

Looking at the familiar candle flame and the empty courtyard around him, Duan Lizheng exhaled a long breath.

It was only then that he finally had a real sense of the end of the township test.

At the beginning, he left this courtyard to study in Shendu, and returned to this courtyard in order to participate in the township examination.

At this time, the township test has come to an end.

It won't be long before he leaves the compound again.

Duan Lizheng walked to the well, fetched well water to wash, and then walked to the bluestone at the edge of the courtyard.

The bluestone is covered with sword marks that he left from childhood to adulthood.

Duan Lizheng stretched out his hand and touched it, and the well water that had not been wiped dry flowed down from the corner of his forehead.

If there was anything different from what he expected, it was that he couldn't return to the Shendu with Xie Yuan's position.

His dream of becoming a national soldier was no longer realized.

Duan Lizheng smiled and shook his head gently, as if he wanted to throw his thoughts out of his mind.

There is nothing to talk about in the past, it is better to practice swords.

He picked up a bamboo branch stuck in the ground, used it as a sword, and began to practice the sword as he had done every time before.

But today is different.

The sound of the wind blowing.

Duan Lizheng stabbed out the first sword, feeling the sword intent on the bamboo branch.

Thirteen Swords of Tiance.

Duan Lizheng closed his eyes.

Day and night alternate, a faint morning light.

Behind the first sword like an abyss, there was a second sword that was as hot as the sun.

In the last battle, that moment was too brilliant, and the woman's swordsmanship lingered in his mind.

He looked at the bamboo branch in his hand.

Tiance Thirteen Swords, since your body wants to practice, let's practice this today.

Duan Lizheng calmly took a step forward and stabbed out with a sword.

The sword qi tore through the night sky, and there was a faint flash of fire in the middle.

In the silent early morning, in the empty courtyard, Da Zhou's strongest swordsmanship, with a bamboo branch, was reborn in the hands of the young man.

The first sword, the second sword, the third sword......

Duan Lizheng's eyes were focused, and without distraction, he once again integrated the inheritance he had learned in Tiance Academy and displayed it on the tip of the sword.

The sword intent is round, and there is no blockage, until the fifth sword.

Duan Lizheng's forehead was sweating for the first time.

He had been stuck on the fifth sword for a long time.

He has obtained a total of seven of the thirteen swords of Tiance. But Duan Lizheng knew in his heart that all he really mastered was the four swords.

When I practiced the fifth sword, I encountered a bottleneck.

He couldn't comprehend the essence of the Fifth Sword, and so far he couldn't perfectly display the sword intent of the Fifth Sword.

Before returning to Huizhou, Duan Lizheng had tried many times in Tiance Academy, stabbing thousands of swords, but none of them could satisfy him.

Duan Lizheng waved the bamboo branch in his hand according to the master's teachings and the feeling left in his body thousands of times.

The boy's expression was calm, because he knew that he still couldn't succeed this time.

Because he didn't feel like he had broken through the barriers.

But Duan Lizheng was not disappointed.

The thirteen swords of Tiance are really profound.

It's not a swordsmanship that can be practiced in a year or two.

Even if you practice tens of thousands of times, it's normal.

The sharp sword wind blew through the bluestone, and Duan Lizheng's eyes were like water staring at the front end of the bamboo branch.

This is probably the limit, but the sword wind is fierce but there is still something missing, how can we make the sword intent more ......

Ay?

Duan Lizheng felt the sword intent of the bamboo branch in his hand, and his pupils shrank.

The moment he felt that thing, Duan Lizheng noticed something different from before.

The sword wind stirred the black hair on the side of the young man's sideburns, revealing his shocked eyes.

He understood.

The perfect and majestic sword intent rushed out into the sky.

Hit the scarred but thick and hard bluestone to slice it off.

The bluestone block that had been cut off by the bamboo branch fell to the ground with a bang.

"Young Master? Master? Outside the door came the scholar's worried question.

"It's okay," Duan Lizheng looked at the bamboo branch in his hand and his palm in a daze.

The barrier that had plagued him for more than half a year had just been unblocked.

And more than that, he always felt that he had just learned something more different.

Even the flow of true elements in the body is smoother.

What is different should be the understanding of sword intent.

The understanding of sword intent is difficult for teachers and teachers to impart, and it can only be comprehended by individuals, and whether they can comprehend it or not is also a major test of a cultivator's talent.

When a normal person encounters such a situation, he generally thinks that it is because of his talent that he can break through this threshold.

It's a pity that Duan Lizheng doesn't believe it.

If this is the case, it is long overdue to break through, and it is impossible for a cultivator to improve his sword intent for no reason.

After all, he had never planned to use the Thirteen Swords of Tiance in the township test, and he had not been able to practice.

Unless......

He felt the flow of true elements in his body.

Unless his use of the True Yuan and the comprehension of the sword intent have reached a higher level.

But he didn't do anything that would lead to that result. Why did it suddenly ......

Duan Lizheng felt the sword intent of the sword just now, and the words that the woman had said suddenly appeared in his ears.

"The first favor has already been repaid, and this is the second favor."

Gift?

Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank.

……

……

The scholars of Duanfu will step on the point every day after the young master has practiced the sword to deliver the morning food.

But not long after practicing the sword today, Xiao Tong heard a loud roar of heavy objects falling to the ground inside.

But Duan Lizheng didn't speak, they couldn't enter the courtyard.

The scholar was worried outside, but there was a long silence after the loud roar.

"Young master, is this the end of practice?" The scholar took the opportunity to knock on the door with the prepared morning food, but before he could knock twice, the door suddenly creaked open.

The scholar was about to call Duan Lizheng, but he saw a black shadow pass through the courtyard gate and go to the main gate at a very fast speed.

"Young ......" the scholar was about to speak, but the man was too fast, and only one sentence remained.

"I'll go out for a while."

"Less...... The scholar ......looked at the tray in his hand and wondered what happened to the young master, so he didn't eat the morning food.

But no matter how people guessed, Duan Lizheng had left like a gust of wind.

……

……

Breakfast is also being eaten in the British Palace.

The English Father's Breakfast is a breakfast eaten by all the family.

Mrs. Bai sat on the top and drank tea. Zhu Yue looked at the pile of empty bowls beside Zhu Luan and frowned. And Zhu Rong kept giving Zhu Luan vegetables.

The meal is over.

"...... you today," Old Lady Bai looked at Zhu Luan and was about to speak.

Suddenly, Mrs. Chen hurriedly walked in.

She glanced at Zhu Luan and said to Mrs. Bai.

"Someone came looking for Miss Nine."

"Who is it?"

"It's... It's the ...... of Duanfu."

Mrs. Chen closed her eyes.

"It's the ninth aunt in the future."