Li Zi opened his eyes and immediately saw the master and the senior brother standing in the distance.

For this senior brother, Li Zi has a very good impression, because the master said that every time, the senior brother personally brings a lot of things to his father.

He couldn't help but stand up, and happily ran over and shouted, "Master, senior brother." ”

Senior Brother Chen Xiaoping nodded, smiled at Li Zi and said, "Congratulations to the junior brother, the sword spirit is enlightened, since ancient times, we have only one Li Zu in Qingshan." ”

Li Zi looked at Chen Xiaoping suspiciously, not knowing what Senior Brother Xiaoping meant.

The old man looked at Li Zi and suddenly said to Chen Xiaoping: "Xiaoping, you go back first!"

Chen Xiaoping glanced back at his master, finally nodded, and walked towards his own cliff peak in the distance.

The old man said to Li Zi, "Li Zi, you come with me." ”

Li Zi followed behind the master strangely, not understanding why after he opened his mind, the master's expression became serious.

The old man quickly took Li Zi to a large hall behind Qingluan Peak.

Although the hall is small, it is exquisitely furnished, and the inside is spotless, with a bronze statue enshrined in the very center of the hall.

Chu Xiaoyao said to Li Zi behind him: "Li Zi, go and worship incense." ”

Li Zi obediently ran to pay homage, while Chu Xiaoyao looked at the bronze statue and muttered: "Li Zu, the disciple is brave, let Li Zi enter this hall today, I just want to beg Li Zu to accept Li Zi as his only heir." ”

Everyone in the world knows that Li Zu is dedicated to cultivating and practicing swords, and has no intention of teaching disciples, so even when Li Taixian soared, there was no apprentice left in the world, which also became a regret for Qingshan.

As soon as Li Zi finished offering incense, he saw the master kneeling in front of the bronze statue, and he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the bronze statue.

The face of the bronze statue is boxy, very upright, he has a long sword on his hand, and his eyes are looking ahead arrogantly, as if there is no one in the world who can be put in his eyes.

This is the first time Li Zi has seen such a look, even when the master used that sword at the top of Qingluan Peak, he has never seen it.

"Plum, come here!" the old man suddenly shouted at Plum.

Li Zi answered and immediately ran over.

The old man patted the futon beside him and said to Li Zi, "Kneel down and kowtow." ”

After Li Zi knelt down, he looked at the bronze statue above his head and kowtowed obediently.

After he finished kowtowing, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, who is this?"

"This is our ancestor three hundred years ago, Li Taixian. The old man explained to Li Zi.

"Why is his bronze statue here alone!" Li Zi scratched his head, a little curious.

"Because he means something different to us in Aoyama. After the old man finished speaking, he took the plum and walked inside.

Li Zi found that there was a staircase at the back of the main hall, and climbed up the staircase, and there was a book pavilion on it.

There were two or three books in the library, as well as a wooden sword.

The old man pointed to the wooden sword and said, "This is the wooden sword that Li Zu used to practice swords when he was young. ”

Li Zi found that the wooden sword was scarred and worn out in many places.

Subsequently, the old man pulled the plum to the last row of the book pavilion, on which was placed a sword scripture, the cover was wordless, and after opening it, he found that it was actually a manuscript.

There are only a few thin pages inside, but it has been well preserved by the Taoist method, so it looks very new.

The old man pinched a finger casually, and the seal on the sword scripture was unsealed, and an ancient aura came to his face.

Li Zi's eyes widened and he looked at every word on the Sword Sutra, for some reason, every stroke of those words seemed to be a sword, and Li Zi's eyes hurt when he stabbed him, but he was reluctant to leave.

Inside the Qi Mansion, the small pale red sword swayed, and it seemed to be quite excited.

"Master....... What is this?" asked Li Zi, looking at the old man.

"This is the sword scripture left by Li Zu back then, Li Zi, you are a natural sword spirit, the master's swordsmanship is no longer suitable for you, and only Li Zu's swordsmanship is the most suitable for you in this world, you just stay here and remember all the sword tricks in the sword scripture. After the old man finished speaking, he took down the sword scripture and handed it to Li Zi.

Li Zi looked at the sword scripture in his hand in a daze, and the words on it seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him, which made his mind sink into it quickly.

The old man stood behind Li Zi and found that Li Zi would soon be able to integrate into those sword techniques, so he couldn't help but nod his head with reassurance.

At the beginning, he was also taken into this attic by his master, opened Li Zu's sword scripture, and learned the sword tricks above, but he only stared at it for half an hour, and his eyes couldn't stand it anymore.

Later, when the master saw that he could not comprehend the Li Zu Sword Sutra, he gave up his plan to let him continue to learn the sword technique.

The old man has been in this hall for a long time, and he didn't see any discomfort in Li Zi, he couldn't help but nodded, born with a sword spirit, it seems that he adapts to Li Zu's sword trick very quickly, the old man couldn't help but sigh and walked down the attic.

Li Zi didn't notice the situation around him at all, and his mind was completely immersed in this sword scripture.

Although this sword sutra is only a few thin pages, Li Zi feels that every word and phrase on it perfectly interprets the true meaning of the way of the sword.

Swordsmen in the world must have qi to practice swords, but it is not possible to rely solely on one breath.

When you draw your sword, this tone determines how fast your sword is, whether it is indomitable, and there are no regrets.

I practiced swords at the age of twelve, and I was taught by my mentor, and I never lived up to my mentor's expectations, but I always felt that the sword should be more than that, no!

The world's swordsmen are heavy swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and even sword moves.

But I think first of all, you have to have a breath of energy, and you have to use your qi to resist the sword, so that you can control the sword with your will.

This kind of kendo can be the highest.

Every sword you swing represents your view of the world, your true meaning to the world.

When I was young, when I walked the world, I found that my sword could always move forward without hesitation, or even faster, to those who did evil and were good at bullying the weak.

But in the face of those old and weak, the young, the handicapped, and the beggars on the roadside, even if my sword is swung out, my heart is not so happy.

The sword is the truth, the more you have the truth, the higher your sword will be, as for those swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and sword moves, they are just accessories of the way of the sword.

This sword scripture does not tell any profound truths, and even devotes a lot of space to describing some ordinary trivial things, but Li Zi feels as if there is a deep sword intent in the few pages that have entered his body.

Those sword intents followed their own blood vessels and meridians, slowly wandering in the qi mansion, and the pale red little sword no longer vibrated happily, but stayed quietly in the qi mansion, slowly absorbing the sword intent that poured into the body.

The little reddish sword suddenly turned red.

A deep sword intent emanated from the attic.