In the dark room, Ai Hui, who was sitting on the bed leaning against the corner of the wall and holding a sword, slowly opened his eyes.

The moment the eyes that were deeper than the night opened, there seemed to be a cold light flashing in the dark room. The sharp and cold light flashed away, and Ai Hui returned to his harmless appearance.

After a few days away from the wilderness, he was not used to sleeping in bed.

I checked the sword fetal seeds that had been kept warm in my body for three years, and there was no change.

He put down the grass sword he was holding in his arms, and the induction of the sword fetus in his body disappeared. There was a time when he was overly dependent on the sword fetus, and he never left the sword in his hand no matter what time it was. Later, he found that it was easy to lose his vigilance, so he forced himself not to touch his sword at any time except for fighting and keeping vigil.

Being able to survive intact in the wilderness, Ai Hui has his own uniqueness, and the seed of the sword fetus is his greatest reliance.

On the third day of entering the wilderness, he almost lost his life. It was also from that moment that he began his crazy pursuit of power, and only with power could he survive in the cold wilderness. He didn't have anyone to turn to, Yuan Xiu never faked his colors to coolies, and Ai Hui was not a clever person.

Beasts are often cornered with more power than usual, and the same is true for people when cornered.

Ai Hui was like a drowning man, desperately trying to grasp any straw he could grasp.

For example, the sword dictionary, the thing that he has the most in his mind.

The disappearance of spiritual power caused the world of cultivation to collapse, and the era of cultivators was gone forever. However, the accumulation of millions of years is extremely profound, and the degree of development of the cultivation system is far from what people can imagine today.

Body refining, formations, refining weapons, five elements, corpse chasing, etc., all kinds of strange and strange, abundant and easy-to-use spiritual power, coupled with the rich imagination of human beings, gave birth to the most brilliant, brilliant and largest cultivation system in history.

But it is such a brilliant and complex cultivation system, and sword cultivation is always the most dazzling pearl. In any era of the cultivation world, among the top powerhouses, there will always be a figure of sword cultivation.

At that time, the birth of a sword book with a great history often set off a bloody storm. Today, they are buried in the garbage heap of old papers, worthless.

Sword cultivation is the largest group of cultivators, and there are naturally a lot of strange things.

The sword code that requires spiritual power was first excluded by Ai Hui, this kind of sword code is often a big school and authentic, in the era of abundant spiritual power, how to use spiritual power more effectively is the grand way. Then what was excluded was the incomprehensible sword codex. There are so many obscure and difficult sword canons, Ai Hui has read an astonishing number of sword canons, and he can be regarded as half an expert in sword canons, but there are still many sword canons that he can't understand. Some of them are pretentious, and some of them are too old.

After layers of screening, there are still some sword canons.

If it is placed in the era of cultivation, these sword canons are all sideways without exception, and when you meet an upright and decent master, you must shout a magic barrier.

Even if he had seen it before, Ai Hui was terrified, these sword books were unpredictable, completely beyond the limits of normal people's imagination. For example, there is a sword codex, which uses the seven emotions and six desires of a cultivator to enter the sword, and finally slashes **, which proves the supreme swordsmanship. For example, in the Nightmare Sword Codex, cultivators sleep in a giant coffin with secret methods, refine swords in nightmares, and those who cultivate Dacheng will return from the virtual to the real with its own wonders.

In the past, reading these sword canons was just an anecdote, and I didn't have much feeling. Now when he thought of cultivating these sword classics, he suddenly shuddered.

Ai Hui finally found a sword book that didn't look too weird and out of the way. This sword book has no name, it is incomplete, and it only talks about one thing, that is, how to grow a sword fetus.

After careful study, Ai Hui roughly understood the general meaning of the so-called sword fetus. In fact, it's quite simple, there is a limit to people's growth, and there is no limit to intangible things such as spirits. But the essence and spirit were empty, like mist, without any lethality. The founder of this sword book put forward an extremely interesting saying, people's ** is like a scabbard, and the spirit is the real sword.

And how to condense the formless and qualitative essence into a sword? The Sword Book gives a very unique idea, the essence is difficult to condense, so use them as soil to nurture the seeds of the sword fetus.

Compared to other sword codex, this sword book obviously looks much more normal.

Ai Hui did not hesitate, he cultivated according to the sword code, and he successfully planted the seed of the sword fetus.

If he was in the Sword Cultivation Dojo, he would not have taken any risks. But in the wilderness, what is the hesitation? Every day someone falls, and I don't know if I can survive tomorrow, and the so-called risk is not worth mentioning at all. He was more concerned about whether the so-called sword fetus was useful.

Survival is the most important thing.

Three years have passed, and he has survived from the wilderness and walked into the induction field.

The seed of the sword fetus is still a seed, without any movement or change.

Ai Hui was quite calm and calm about this, and it was extremely worthwhile to help him get out of the wilderness alive, and he didn't have any more unrealistic extravagant hopes for the sword fetus. The sword code is incomplete, and there is no word about how to cultivate it later.

The sword code in the Xiuzhen era pays attention to the return of thousands of streams, no matter how strange and eccentric the sword code is, it is still necessary to return to the word "spiritual power" when you go to the back. He estimated that the cultivation in the future would also be inseparable from spiritual power.

Sword cultivation is an outdated thing, and the basis for cultivation is a worthless sword book. He is not the boss, and he will not be so obsessed with the sword codex, thinking how great the sword cultivation is.

He didn't even think about the cultivation behind the sword fetus.

Although the sword canon says that meditating with a sword can nourish the seed of the sword fetus. In fact, more importantly, holding the sword is conducive to the vigilance of the night.

The sword fetus is wonderful, and when he has a sword in his hand, the sword fetus is activated. When the sword fetus is activated, his six senses will become extremely acute, and he will perceive the slightest disturbance around him. Later, many Yuan Xiu adults knew that he was good at vigilance, and being on duty at night became one of his main tasks.

That's why he was able to get a portion of the loot, albeit just scraps.

Hold the sword and meditate instead of sleeping, three years like a day, persevere.

At that time, he shivered in the cold wind and mud, and now he is in the warm and safe room of the night at dawn.

He is content and now happy.

Today is the first day of class, and he is full of anticipation. Since he bought 50,000 yuan, he didn't go out for the next two days.

The sky outside the window was dark at night, and the shimmer was soaked in cold, and it was still some time before dawn.

Ai Hui jumped out of bed very neatly, stepping barefoot on the carpet, he was like a sensitive feline, every movement was silent. The carpet was woven from coarse hard brown grass, which was a little prickly, and Ai Hui was unaware. He didn't turn on the lights, and the glimmer of the sky outside the window allowed him to see everything inside clearly.

In the dim light, in the dark room, he began to wash.

He was accustomed to the darkness, and it was the gift of the wilderness. In the wilderness full of dangers, the slightest glimmer of light is likely to put oneself in danger.

Skillfully dismantling the improvised trap behind the door, pushing open the wooden door, and inhaling the cold air into his lungs, Ai Hui was refreshed.

The sky of the glimmer, the quiet dojo, in a trance, he seemed to return to the sword cultivation dojo. The familiar feeling permeated the body, the cold air seemed to become sweet, the stiff and angular face softened, and the corners of the mouth involuntarily appeared a warm smile that had not been seen for a long time.

He began to carry water and mop the floor, moving briskly.

The body's memory is quickly awakened, and the movements quickly change from jerky to proficient.

The sun had not yet risen, Ai Hui had already finished cleaning, he didn't care about wiping his sweat, looking at the dusty dojo, Ai Hui felt sincerely satisfied and happy.

Looking at the clean dojo, he was a little reluctant to step on it.

In the three years of the wilderness, crawling and rolling in the swamp mud, rotting leaves and dead branches, encountering rotting monster corpses is even more commonplace, and the clothes are stained with blood, and after a long time, they have become brown patches of different shades, I don't know if it is the beast's or my own.

The familiar feeling of the soles of the feet stepping on a clean plank.

The spotless and tranquil dojo was like a dream deep in his heart.

After spending the first two days of the most uncomfortable situation, Ai Hui began to slowly like this kind of life. It wouldn't be bad if he continued to live like this, he even had such thoughts.

Sensing his childishness, Ai Hui smiled and turned back to his room to pack his things, his course was very tight.

The Sword Fetal Seed helped him come back alive from the wilderness, but it wasn't worth mentioning. In the cultivation of Yuan Li, he was far behind others, and the pressure he faced was much greater than that of others.

The rules of the induction field are very strict, and once you don't open your natal mansion within one year, and you don't have a small consummation within five years, you will be expelled from the induction field. If the student is from the Five Elements, his parents should be held accountable and their education should be deemed to be inadequate. And if the student comes from the old land, he will lose his qualification to enter the Five Elements Heaven and be sent back to the old land.

To reach the realm of the Little Perfection, you must also leave the induction field, because that means that you are qualified to become a registered Yuan Xiu.

Five years is the longest time limit that the induction field can give. In fact, Ai Hui only has four years. Because there is also a rule in the sensing field, all students, once they are over 20 years old, must leave the sensing field.

There is not much time left for him, and he must work harder if he still wants to take control of his own destiny.

If it's too humble, then try to stand on tiptoe.

The sun behind the horizon lit up the sky with light, glowing a cold blue and refracting in the air. He packed up his things, chewed a piece of grass in his mouth, carried an old cloth bag, and walked out of the gate of the dojo in the clouds and blue of the sky.

The street in the early morning is quiet without the hustle and bustle of the day and the lights of the night, it has not yet woken up. The first rays of sunlight cross thousands of mountains and rivers, penetrate the rooftops, and cast the first spots of light on the streets.

Ai Hui loves the sun.

In the wilderness, the hour before the morning is the most dangerous time. Sneak attacks tend to happen at that moment, when death and blood are at their thickest.

And when the sun shines through the dew on the grass, the wild beasts and barbarians will recede like a tide, and the killing wilderness will return to peace and tranquility.

The school building is not too far from the Bingfeng Dojo, but it is not close either.

As you get closer to the school building, the denser the students become. The bustling crowd was very unfamiliar to Ai Hui. Their young faces were full of vigor and longing, Ai Hui was a little envious, they couldn't see the slightest bit of blood-soaked vicissitudes on their faces, and they couldn't see the slightest instinctive defense against the outside world after experiencing killing.

They are pure and immaculate, and they are in the prime of life.

Ai Hui felt out of place, and he chewed the grass vigorously, allowing the green and grassy smell to spread in his mouth.

For them, the induction field is the school, and for themselves, the induction field is their new battlefield.

Say to yourself that survival is more important than good.

He took a step and walked into the school building.

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