Whenever he encounters a problem, if there is a little sign in his brain, after all, it means that he may have felt something at some point, or at least it means that there are traces, but at this moment, Nie Feng's brain is blank, and the word resonance has almost never appeared in his mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Nie Feng finally sighed helplessly.

"Since I don't understand, then use the stupidest way, I still don't believe it, I can't figure it out!"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Nie Feng stood up.

To feel the effect of resonance, you only need to constantly turn the dantian sword qi into a tide and pour it into the two meridians, so you don't need to constantly toss the stone under your feet, but people are born from heaven and earth, only with the sky on your head, your feet on the ground, and your body and mind as quiet as a virgin, can you really stretch and relax the meridians in any part of yourself to the extreme.

When opening up the meridians, what is needed is incomparable patience and the courage to open up the unknown, and at this moment, to feel the connection between the meridians, it is necessary to pay attention to the right time, place and people, Nie Feng understands this principle, so he stands up.

The sword qi surge surged into the two meridians again and again, and Nie Feng poured all his heart and soul into it, completely immersed it in his body, and tried his best to feel the indescribable and untouchable feeling, the whole person seemed to be stunned, slightly closed his eyes, and stood in the courtyard in a daze, no matter what wind and grass were around, he was calm.

Nie Shi once again stood by the door, staring at his son's eyes, reflecting a sense of worry and anxiety.

Originally idle, she wanted to silently watch her son practice swordsmanship. For a mother, being able to silently watch her son's progress is one of the most wonderful things in the world, and Nie's is no exception.

Besides, her son has been away from home for so long, and now he is finally back, but it seems that his son has grown up and is no longer as sticky to her as before, which makes her motherly heart feel a little lonely, of course, he also knows that his son has a lot of important things to do, such as the sword shop, such as the cultivation of swordsmanship, etc., so she has to comfort herself with this.

But at this moment, when she saw that her son seemed to be in trouble, the maternal love in her heart unconsciously turned over to her heart, she wanted to rush forward to wake up her son, and then ask about the situation, and then help her son analyze it, but she also knew very well in her heart, not only would this disturb her son, but also help her son if she didn't know anything about cultivation.

All she can do is keep looking forward and hope, and pray that God will let her son solve the trouble in front of him as soon as possible and go further as soon as possible.

Nie Feng's stunned and upright body finally moved after being quiet for nearly an hour. First, his eyes slowly opened, and then the long sword in his hand was raised again, and after a few "buzzing" sounds, a dark blue color slowly infiltrated the surface of the sword body, and the black lightning as thin as a hair also condensed again.

But a long sigh broke the tranquility of the small courtyard as always, and then the Nie clan saw that his son's originally calm face instantly became sad, and he didn't see any movement, but his eyes were a little dull staring at the black lightning on the sword body.

"Kaede ......"

Nie finally couldn't bear it anymore and evoked his son.

Nie Feng raised his head slightly, and then he realized his mother who had been standing quietly at the door. So, who reacted quickly, he quickly took back the sword qi in the two meridians, and his originally sad face warmed up again.

Naturally, his subtle movements seem to be flawless, but where can he escape his mother, who knows her son very well.

"If the difficulty can't be solved for a while, it's better to put it aside for a while, maybe when, suddenly there will be a clue!"

His mother's voice was as gentle as ever, but the words she said contained decades of life experience, which made him, who was only fifteen years old, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Yes, he is just an ordinary teenager, it is impossible to get into trouble, and he can solve it in one go, otherwise he is not only a genius, he will simply become a bastard to a lawless genius, at that height, Nie Feng is ashamed of himself. Although my mother didn't understand the cultivation path at all, she knew very well the consistent way to solve problems, and this method was quite suitable for Nie Feng at the moment.

Nie Feng, who finally figured out these truths, finally completely discarded the trace of sadness hidden in his eyes, and the originally stiff smile finally became smart again.

"Mother taught me a lesson!"

Immediately, he no longer coveted the cultivation of sword moves, raised his hand slightly, put the iron sword into the sheath, took a big stride, and walked towards his mother easily.

There were less than three days left in the swordsman promotion ceremony, and during these three days, Nie Feng put aside the cultivation of sword moves for a while, and his attention returned to the sword forging shop again.

More than three months of time, the sword shop has been no longer what it used to be, under the care of his father Nie Tong and Peng Yuan, it looks neat and generous, from the procurement of raw materials, to the casting of iron swords, and then to the sale, almost all have formed an organic whole, not only that, but my father has been at ease in creating a low-grade iron sword, and Peng Yuan, who does not even have a little experience, can almost start with his father under the influence of many days.

Looking at the sword-casting shop where everything was on the right track, Nie Feng was not only happy, but also secretly relieved. The normal operation of the sword-casting shop is definitely indispensable to the credit of Jin Lao, but where did Jin Lao go? If possible, it is the best way to ask Jin Lao to preside over this sword-casting shop, but I don't know if Jin Lao can agree to it.

Thinking of this, Nie Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, slowly retracted his thoughts about Jin Lao, raised his legs and slowly came to the room where the iron sword was cast, in front of him were two medium-grade iron sword manufacturing materials, in the past few days, someone had ordered two medium-grade iron swords, but this was something that his father couldn't help him, and now he had to do it himself.

Time flies the fastest when people are in anticipation. In the blink of an eye, the annual swordsman promotion ceremony has finally arrived.

The promotion ceremony of the swordsman, to put it bluntly, is the ceremony of selecting the swordsman, not only the Mufu, almost every family in the East Sword Domain, almost every big and small family, there is such a ceremony, the purpose of holding this ceremony is to see how many people have been promoted to swordsmen in the past year, and how much the strength of their own family has improved unconsciously, which is not only related to the rise and fall of the entire family, but also can provide a detailed strength reference for the helmsman of the family, so as to make reasonable guidance arrangements for the strength training plan for the coming year.

Therefore, this ceremony is not only a major event for Nie Feng and others who have been promoted to the sword master, but also a major event for the upper managers in the family, which also includes the head of the Mufu family.

This ceremony in Mufu was held on the square in front of the Sword Pavilion in the center of Mufu, because the location here was not only excellent, but also the space was huge, and it could accommodate at least a thousand people.

After breakfast, Nie Feng, with the help of his mother, carefully dressed up, looking at himself in the mirror, Nie Feng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, he was afraid that he was so big, he had never dressed up so deliberately, this appearance was as if he was going on a blind date, but under the strong insistence of his parents, Nie Feng had no choice but to do so.

However, wearing a clean and neat black robe, with a high-grade iron sword on his waist, he really has the taste of a handsome son, and the Nie couple looked at it in their eyes and smacked their lips with joy.

Strode out of his small courtyard and slowly raised his head, Nie Feng's eyes were full of expectation and excitement.

"Inferior people, lowly status, today cut in two. Promotion ceremony, I, Nie Feng, are here!"

Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and strode towards the square in the center of the wooden mansion.

This day is a very important day in the wooden house, regardless of men, women and children, and whether it is a swordsman or not, people are hurrying to the central square, although the majority of people are lively, but it is the presence of these people that can set off a warm atmosphere. For a time, the main passage in Mufuzhong was bustling.

According to the regulations of Mufu, whoever is promoted to the sword has the general identity of a deacon, and since then not only has he far surpassed ordinary people, but also his status is far beyond the ordinary, and even in some small things, he can have his own right to speak and decide, such an incomparably generous treatment, which naturally attracts a large number of people to spare no effort to impact in the direction of the swordsman, and fight bravely.

But unfortunately, for the ordinary people who occupy the majority, especially the inferior people who still have more than half of this group, it is really difficult to promote the sword master under the extreme lack of guidance and resources.

Therefore, if these people do not achieve much when they are young, then they can only pin their hopes on their children, and if their children do not have much income, they have to pin a little hope on their grandchildren, if they still doom themselves to a lifetime of poverty and hard work.

Of course, this is very unfair to them, but it is a pity that this unfairness is too worthless in all the ancient sword continents where strength is respected, and no one will ask about their hopes and life and death at all, although all the most basic labor is completed by them to realize, but this is just they who are considered to be waste, in the realization of only a trace of value, those few, the so-called superior people, will not throw even the slightest sympathy to them.

Of course, in order to cultivate a trace of sword qi and successfully advance to the sword, in addition to the above external factors, there is also a large part of the objective reasons that belong to the person himself.

The growth of a person's dantian is about between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, and this period of time is also the best period for ordinary people to cultivate their own sword qi to the greatest extent, if they can't successfully cultivate the first sword qi during this time, then it will be as if they have suddenly entered old age on the way to kendo cultivation, not only the efficiency of cultivation is several times worse, but even the possibility of advancing to the sword has been lost.

Of course, Jin Lao is an exception, and Nie Feng also hopes that the same exception will happen to his parents.

Therefore, no matter how big or small the family, almost the teenagers before the age of eighteen are extremely important, because these teenagers represent the hope and future strength of the family, the rise of the teenager, the family will naturally be more and more prosperous, but if the teenager is weak, it is bound to doom the family to ruin and decline sooner or later.

Therefore, although the annual swordsman promotion ceremony of Mufu is not divided into men, women and children, in essence, it is still mainly aimed at Nie Feng and his group of teenagers, and even in order to set off the solemnity of the ceremony, even Mu Qiufeng, the head of the Mufu family, has to attend in person.