"This is also worthy of being called sword qi? The peerless sword is in your hands, it is really a pearl! ”

As he spoke, the Sword Saint waved slightly, and the Peerless Sword in Qin Jihuan's hand automatically flew back into the Sword Saint's hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Holding the lonely scabbard in his hand, Qin Jihuan's face changed several times, but he suddenly knelt down on one knee and said seriously,

"Sword Saint seniors, juniors know that they are clumsy in swordsmanship, but after all, I haven't been using swords for a long time, and since I have learned swords, I have never been taught by a famous teacher, I just rely on two secret books to explore by myself, and I also ask the Sword Saint seniors to give me advice."

Qin Jihuan's words were sincere, without the slightest bit of moisture, because without a master, it has always been his biggest distress.

Although the cheats here are very complete, but he is a monk halfway, but he can only cultivate according to the cheats one by one, and he can't draw inferences from one another, let alone have the ability to turn decay into magic.

Being able to go from an ordinary person to having the current martial arts is all due to the transformation of Yu Linglong at the beginning, and hard enough work after that, and now in the face of this swordsmanship that requires strong understanding and spirituality, he really can't do it alone, at least, in a short period of time.

You don't see the famous swordsman in the world, who hasn't practiced swords since childhood, and only after decades of sword learning has he had today's realm?

How can he, Qin Jihuan, want to comprehend kendo directly according to the two cheats?

Wouldn't the Sword Saint, Ye Gucheng and the others all become waste?

"How long have you been practicing swords?"

"Well, it's been over a year."

Qin Jihuan said truthfully, thinking about the fact that from the first time he bought the Huashan Sword Technique to the present, it has not been more than two years since he was full, and it is normal to not reach the level of satisfaction of the Sword Master, right?

After the Sword Saint heard Qin Jihuan's words, the sarcasm on his face really put away a lot, nodded and said,

"That's understandable."

"Hehe, senior sword saint, your old man's swordsmanship is the best in the world, and it is really an honor for the younger generation to learn from you."

Seeing that the Sword Saint did not directly refuse him, Qin Jihuan hurriedly smiled and slapped the snake on the stick.

"I don't have time to teach you, if you want to stay, just stay."

The Sword Saint no longer paid attention to Qin Jihuan, who was patting his ass, but reflexively said to Dugu Ming,

"Ming'er, you can go to the world now."

"Huh? Do I go on my own? ”

Although Dugu Ming, whose whole family was slaughtered, was eager to break the body of Xiongba into pieces, he also knew that he was a few catties and a few taels, and he couldn't even take Nie Feng's move, and going to the world would just be a death, so he couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this.

"You're just speaking for me, don't be afraid!"

With that, the Sword Saint returned to the wooden house, wrote a battle letter at random, and handed it to Dugu Mingdao,

"You go and tell Xiongba, two months later, at the beginning of autumn, I will personally go to the world to seek justice for Wushuang City and your father."

"Uncle! Why not go now!? ”

"My sword twenty-three is still short of the last trace of fire, give me a month, I want to perfect it thoroughly!"

Hearing the name Sword Twenty-Three, although Dugu Ming didn't understand it very well, Qin Jihuan on the side already knew that this Sword Saint was probably only left with the last two months of life, and if he wanted to comprehend the true sword path through him, he could only rely on these two months.

Dugu Ming took the sword saint's handbook, and after bowing again, he left here, he believed that with the uncle, Xiongba didn't dare to do anything to him.

"Amitabha, this is the case, and the poor monk is also leaving."

Seeing Dugu Ming leaving, Shi Wuzun also proclaimed a Buddha horn and was ready to leave, he only followed all the way because Wushuang City was slaughtered, and he felt pity, and now that the Sword Saint came forward, he naturally won't meddle anymore.

"Master, wait a minute,"

Qin Jihuan only then remembered the instructions of Shaolin Xuannan at the beginning, and there had been no suitable opportunity to take it out before, and at this time, seeing that Shi Wuzun was leaving, he finally took it out.

"Master, this is a letter from the abbot of Shaolin Temple, take a look."

"Oh?"

Shi Wuzun didn't expect Qin Jihuan to have Xuan Ci's letter, so he couldn't help but take the envelope strangely, and after reading it, he pronounced the Buddha's name with a complicated face and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"Master's Day mourning, Abbot Xuanci used his life in exchange for the peace of the entire Shaolin Temple, and it can be regarded as a well-deserved death, alas, I only blame me for not being good at martial arts, not the opponent of Ding Chunqiu."

"Amitabha, thank you for the grace of the benefactor, I heard the news of the closure of the Shaolin Temple before, and I was about to go to the north to investigate, but I didn't expect to meet the young city lord of Wushuang City, and now it seems that everything is providential."

Shi Wuzun sighed, said goodbye to Qin Jihuan and the others, and left alone.

"Ahem, Broken Army, I and Little Pigtail are waiting for you in the village ahead."

Knowing that Qin Jihuan wanted to stay to learn the sword, the mud bodhisattva took his pigtails and left the island as well, leaving only the sword saint sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, and Qin Jihuan standing at the door.

How do you get the attention of Juggernaut?

Qin Jihuan frowned and thought for a moment, but he didn't dare to enter the house directly after all, after all, he had a request for the other party now, if he disturbed the other party when the Sword Saint was meditating, not to mention that he would kill himself directly, at least he would not let himself stay here again.

Therefore, Qin Jihuan, who was bored, had to practice his swordsmanship silently in front of the Sword Saint's wooden house, and at the same time recalled in his heart that the Sword Saint's few two shots before, which directly crushed his amazing sword qi.

It's also all sword qi, why is it so much worse?

Qin Jihuan's mind kept flashing the scene of his sword qi collapsing at the touch of a button, and his heart was full of doubts, what was the difference?

Until the sunset and the west, Qin Jihuan was still confused, he thought of many possibilities, but after trying them one by one, there was almost no effect, such as increasing the output of true qi, such as compressing the sword qi, and then fusing the different sword qi transformed by true qi and qi and blood, anyway, after tossing for an afternoon, he almost got nothing.

In the evening, the frustrated Qin Jihuan sat at the door of the Sword Saint to eat, eating the delicacies that were naturally taken out of the carry-on space.

"Boy, give me one."

was eating, but the voice of the Sword Saint came from the wooden house, although this voice was still cold, without a trace of emotion, but Qin Jihuan was instantly overjoyed, and he could finally go in!

Taking out a piece of food again, Qin Jihuan couldn't wait to rush into the wooden house.

Looking at this dim room, Qin Jihuan couldn't help but be stunned, the furnishings of this room are too simple, right?

Except for a futon where the Sword Saint was sitting on the ground, there was only one table on which the four treasures of the study were placed, and other things, there was not even a bed!

"Senpai."

Respectfully putting the food in his hand in front of the Sword Saint, Qin Jihuan had the heart to ask, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

Eating the food that Qin Jihuan had sent, the Sword Saint suddenly spoke,

"Bring me food every night in the future, and I can answer you a question."

Qin Jihuan, who was struggling with how to speak, heard this, instantly opened his eyebrows and laughed, and hurriedly bowed and saluted,

"Thank you, senior!"

Then he thought about it and thought about it, and seeing that the Sword Saint was almost finished, Qin Jihuan reluctantly asked,

"Senior, why is your sword qi so much stronger than mine?" (To be continued.) )