"The heart of the person must be real, the heart of the fire must be empty, the fire of the boy Chen is burning very well!" the old man who was sitting not far from the brazier praised.

The boy kept his head down and stabbed the coals in the charcoal basin, he was very devoted, forgetful, his right hand was moving, the movement was smooth, fast! instantly pierced, and instantly retracted, back and forth, almost to the extreme, the eyes could not catch the trajectory at all, the frequency was not fast, but it was extremely even, very rhythmic.

Every time he stabbed, the fireworks in the center of the charcoal basin would jump a few inches higher, and the crimson flame seedlings jumped in the young man's eyes, adding a bit of agility and brilliance to the young man's shriveled and sallow face.

The boy held a black bar in his hand, and the black bar pierced as fast as lightning, and drew it as fast as thunder.

One time... One time... One time......

I don't know how many times he stabbed it, but the black strip in his hand suddenly broke and burned, and the fire in the charcoal basin became even greater, and the boy froze as if he had pressed the pause button, until he had an extra one-foot-long bamboo stick in his hand, and he moved again.

The new bamboo stubble was put in his hand by the boy beside him, blue-gray, a foot long, less than the thickness of the little finger, the newly opened stubble, but there was no burr on it, the child sat beside the boy and broke the blue-gray bamboo cane intently.

The bamboo cane that had been cracked completely disintegrated under the child's knife, was divided into bamboo sticks of equal thickness, and then cut into a foot long, the child picked up a cut bamboo stick and carefully scraped off the burrs on it, the little guy in the charcoal basin was red and the little guy was red, and the little guy's serious look was particularly eye-catching.

But at this time, no one looked at him, the ram Chang Geng has been staring at the hand of his young master, he has been watching for half an hour, the pair of eagle eyes have not left for a moment, from the young man took the first bamboo grass, the first stab, thirty-three times, the bamboo mole burned off, until now it has been stabbed ninety-two times, the bamboo mole is only slightly black.

Ram Changgeng's heart jumped with the young man's hand, this is a hand holding a sword, the bamboo is the sword in his hand, his hand is moving, the sword is stabbing, as if it is a sword from beginning to end, but it seems that each sword is different, there are heavy and light, there are clumsy and clever, the only thing that remains unchanged is the position where the bamboo blade falls, and the size of the stabbing flame.

People's hearts must be real, and fire hearts must be empty!

That calm hand, every time he moved, he could build a virtual bridge in the center of the charcoal basin, and build a bridge with charcoal, which was extremely wonderful, and the bamboo mole fell into a void, and a wind was injected into the void, which was also the reason why the flames jumped under his hand, but Sun Yaoshi, who added charcoal from time to time next to him, did not pay attention to the young man's hand, nor did he see the mystery.

His gaze kept moving with the old man's hand, and the old man's thin fingers were rubbing an oval black stone, half an inch thick, the size of a fist, all in one, and there was no trace of a knife and axe, this was a black stone order, black and deep.

Anyone who sees it will exclaim: There is such a black thing in the world! This black stone has gone out to a limit.

What makes the blackstone so dark is that it swallows up all the light that shines on it: candlelight, firelight, and even the human gaze.

Except for the night sky outside, I'm afraid there's nothing to compare to it.

The blackened stone order was bare, and there was no pattern at all, but it was really a piece of order, and it was an extremely precious kind, otherwise the old man would not have rubbed it in the middle of the night.

The old man touched and touched, but until this moment the old man still did not find a trace of the use of the stone order, the old man sighed in disappointment, and finally gave up.

The old man's thumb was removed, and a small white dot was revealed under his thumb, the only point on the black stone, as white as a dwarf star, just this small point, but it made the whole black stone full of charm and mystery.

"One Star—Night Sky Order!" the old man groaned, his voice extremely low, smaller than the sound of wind and rain outside the house, and no one in the room heard it.

"Chen boy......" The old man just screamed and immediately closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he was a little incredulous, and then the old man patted his head in annoyance, he was really confused, he didn't find Chen boy's abnormality for so long.

How rare is the realm of sword enlightenment, if he is interrupted by three words or two, it will really be too late to regret it.

The old man hurriedly looked around, and when he found that the little vulture was concentrating on scraping the bamboo sticks, Sun Yaoshi was staring at the stone in his hand, adding charcoal in his soul, and the ram was also looking stupid.

"It turns out that the people in this room are normal for the old man alone. The old man shook his head and smiled, it was quite interesting to think about it.

He still checked it with some unease, "Well, the charcoal fire is strong enough, and the bamboo in Chen Xiaozi's hand is blue-gray, and there is almost nothing scorched, as long as this state is not destroyed, it should last until he wakes up naturally." ”

The old man's hanging heart gradually let go, and it was not until this time that the old man came back to his senses, and the opportunity came so wonderfully, in such a simple and extraordinary way, that the stinky boy had found his sword again.

Fighting hard with Jiupin, a bamboo cane, but released the imprisoned sword heart, and it was that bamboo cane, because of the young man's whim, but it took him into the realm of the sword, and the seemingly unrelated thing was inexplicably penetrated by an ordinary bamboo cane, which is really wonderful.

The old man still remembered that the young man threw the night sky order to him casually, and impatiently cut a piece of bamboo cane, and separated a bamboo stick, and the young man said to him excitedly: "Yao Lao, I have an idea, I want to try it, if it is feasible, even if I don't have sword energy, I can use a sword, hahaha!"

He just smiled at the time, but he didn't think so in his heart, the bamboo is a sword, stabbing the coals, he is really young, he can really play!

Yes, I really know how to play, and I have played to the realm of the sword, how many kendo real people have been looking forward to the realm of the sword that they have been looking forward to all their lives, and they have been played by a low-grade earth spirit boy who has not yet come out of the spirit, and after sighing, the old man's heart actually erupted with an urge to stab the coals.

The old man secretly scolded himself in his heart, how can he have such a ridiculous idea, this kind of thing is chance, different people, manifested in different forms, everyone's accumulation is different, and the things of perception will not be the same, and other people's enlightenment methods are ultimately someone else's.

......

At dawn, the old man stood up and stretched, the ram Changgeng woke up, and quickly got up and saluted to Yao Lao, Yao Lao waved his hand, and the second one to wake up was Sun Yaoshi, his eyes were red like rabbits, and his red eyes were still aimed at Yao Lao's hand, but he didn't see the stone, and Sun Yaoshi looked lost.

There was still a young man lying on the ground, a little child, all sleeping and snoring, until Qiu Ju came in with hot water, and Ram Chen woke up.

The ram boy looked at the vulture, who was holding the knife in his hand, gently broke the little one's hand, and took the knife.

The young master of the ram stood up and smiled brightly: "What a long night!"

"How long?" asked Yao Lao.

Ram Chen smirked: "Five years!"

"......" The old man was silent for a while, and said with jealousy: "I really know how to play!"