After being stunned for a while, Nie Feng gradually came to his senses. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He didn't know much about the level of the sword in this world, not that he didn't want to know about it, but the people or things he had been in contact with before were far from reaching this level, even including his father, mother, Jin Lao, and the young man in the Mu Mansion, I am afraid that at best, he only knew that there was a sword master above the swordsman.

The head of the Mu Mansion was a sword master cultivator, which was also what he had heard from other young men.

It was a deacon in the Mu Mansion who taught them the basic swordsmanship, and he was also a swordsman cultivator, but that deacon almost never talked about other things with their group of teenagers, except that he was more serious about teaching the basic swordsmanship.

Thinking about it with his brain, Nie Feng also understood the reason, after all, before these teenagers were promoted to swordsmen, they had no status and role at all, how could this make those deacons look at them? Unless it was the children of those famous and dignified swordsmen in the Mu Mansion. Of course, in these aspects, Nie Feng is not qualified.

Now that he heard so many profound and fresh words, Nie Feng's curiosity was aroused.

"Sword God...... What kind of cultivation is it?"

Nie Feng's question actually made it difficult for Qing Ling'er to answer, but the latter knew that what the person in front of him was asking was just the most superficial sword dao realm division.

Looking at Nie Feng's curious and crystalline eyes, Qing Ling'er smiled slightly, and in the former's somewhat intoxicated gaze again, a crisp and sweet voice sounded again.

"Let me explain it to you like this, in the division of the sword realm, the sword master realm is the lowest level, there is a sword master above the sword master, there is a sword sect above the sword master, and the sword master has reached the sword god realm above the sword sect! And the sword god is not the highest, and there is the existence of the sword saint above! The pursuit of the sword is endless!"

After saying it in one breath, Qing Ling'er seemed to be a little shocked by what she had just said, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Nie Feng's mouth opened wide again, and the constant surprise even made his face a little numb.

He originally thought that when he cultivated hard and successfully promoted to swordsman, he had already reached a very high level of swordsmanship, although there was still a sword master above the swordsman, but the sword master was too far away from Nie Feng after all, his only and unswerving goal was to become a real swordsman, to make himself and his parents a respected person, and even this belief has supported him until now.

But at this moment, listening to Qing Ling'er's explanation, suddenly the original deep-rooted goal in her heart seemed to begin to waver.

He couldn't help but ask himself, if he really became a swordsman, would he really be able to become a superior person and a respected existence? There are so many levels of strong men above the swordsman, and how many years and how much effort it will take to become a real master!

However, such a thought only turned in his heart, even if he was left behind by Nie Feng. He's not even a swordsman now, why do you want to do so much! Everything has to go away first, and it's only right to let the first goal be achieved first!

It seemed that Qing Ling'er's words just now touched some true meaning, so the two people who were guarding the fire for a while were silent. Everything around was quiet again, and all that was left in the air was the sizzle of slices of meat on the fire.

"Hoo ......"

A heavy exhalation came, and both of them involuntarily turned their heads, and it turned out to be the old man sitting cross-legged on the side who slowly opened his eyes.

"Finally restored seven or eight! Hehe, people are old, and some are useless!"

The old man smiled slightly and slowly stood up.

"Grandpa Eight is not old, otherwise how can he defeat so many iron-backed bears!"

Qing Ling'er's crisp voice, like the cry of a lark coming out of the valley in the morning, is sweet and lovely, and it is intoxicating.

"You little girl, you just have a sweet mouth!" the old man laughed and scolded, and then sat down on the fire, looking at the meat slices that were about to be roasted, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Nie Feng respectfully handed a piece of roasted meat to the old man, and then sat aside to eat it, Qing Ling'er's was also cooked, so there was no need for Nie Feng to worry about it.

"Ling'er, after this accident, you should also understand that your skills are insufficient, right? I said that I won't let you go to such a deep depth, you have to listen, this is good, almost my life is explained here! If something really happens, how can you let me explain it to your father!"

The old man complained a little while eating the slices of meat.

"Eight Grandpa ......"

Although Qing Ling'er was a little embarrassed in front of Nie Feng, this sentence of the eighth grandfather was quite squeamish, which made the old man who was originally a little bitter suddenly smile on his face again.

"Eighth Grandpa, Ling'er knows it's wrong! I'll listen to you all in the future, okay?"

Qing Ling'er looked childish and innocent.

"Okay, that's what you said! Then let's go back after eating! We've been out for more than half a month!"

The old man took over the conversation, and Qing Ling'er, who said directly, frowned slightly.

"I haven't had enough fun, I'm not going back!"

Qing Ling'er's mouth pursed.

"Who said you were listening to me just now? I forgot it so quickly! Don't look at your eighth grandfather's age, this memory is not bad!" The old man gently moved the meat slice away, "We have been sneaking out for so many days, do you think that your father is so capable, can you not know? To be honest, it is your father's intention that I accompany you out! The time limit he gave is only half a month! If you don't go back, he will send someone to arrest you back!"

Qing Ling'er didn't speak, but her small mouth slowly recovered. Turning his head to look at Nie Feng, after a while, his eyes were fixed on the rising flames, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"This little girl ......"

The old man smiled slightly, picked up the meat slices and continued to eat.

With such a conversation and decision, Nie Feng couldn't interject at all, but when he heard that the old man was going to take Qing Ling'er away, his eyes couldn't help but be stunned, and then he peeked at the beautiful person who was a little melancholy, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

He didn't want Qing Ling'er to leave, from the bottom of his heart, but what qualifications and reasons did he have to let Qing Ling'er stay? He was now exhausted in order to be promoted to a swordsman, and the other party was a super genius in the realm of a high swordsman, and the gap between himself and her was too big and too deep to be filled in a few words.

Moreover...... Besides, he only saved her, and he is not very familiar with her!

"Let's leave, let's go, and then distract yourself!" This was Nie Feng's decision.

"Alas!" A soft sigh came, and Nie Feng knew that Qing Ling'er had compromised.

The meat slices were quickly eaten, and the three of them sat for a while with Nie Feng's small kettle. In the end, the old man got up and swiped casually, or the black eagle appeared in front of the three of them in an instant, but this time Nie Feng saw clearly, although the black eagle was full of shape, but the essence of the eyes and the details of the feathers were a little blurry, of course, it should not be blurred, but just the fluctuation of the sword qi, the black eagle spread its wings, which could reach a radius of two zhang, and it was more than enough to sit two people apart.

"I ...... I'm leaving!"

Qing Ling'er said in a low voice, but her slightly drooping eyes showed a trace of reluctance.

"Well, okay...... Take care!"

Although Nie Feng was also reluctant, his tone was obviously much more bold than Qing Ling'er.

Suddenly, Qing Ling'er turned around, pulled Nie Feng's arm, and stuffed a palm-sized object over.

"This is the Qingyun Guest Honor Order of my Qingyun Sword Sect, holding this order means that I am a distinguished guest of the Sword Sect, and it may be useful to you in the future......"

Nie Feng stretched out his hand and took it.

The token was square, ivory white, and I don't know what material it was, and it was gentle and light at the tentacles, with a huge order engraved on one side, and a small sword piercing through the clouds in the cyan clouds on the other.

Although I don't know what the benefits of this token can be, the person in front of him is not very easy to shirk, so Nie Feng is not very pretentious, just accept it, a token is not a big deal.

But Nie Feng didn't know that the old man on the side saw that Qing Ling'er suddenly had this extra token in his hand, and his originally calm face showed a hint of surprise, and he immediately raised his eyes slightly and looked at Qing Ling'er, who was a little reluctant.

"Little brother, you saved Ling'er's life, this kindness my Qingyun Sword Sect will naturally not forget, you have to keep this token well, if you encounter something difficult to solve, you will send this token to my Sword Sect, but whatever my Qingyun Sword Sect can do, I will never refuse!" The old man touched his goatee and smiled slightly.

Nie Feng was a little surprised again, but he only snorted as usual. This time, however, he was careful to put the token in his arms.

Although he didn't understand the Qingyun Sword Sect, with the strength of the person in front of him, a fool could guess that this was definitely an extremely powerful organization, and it was definitely a great treasure to be able to mobilize such a powerful Sword Sect powerhouse to serve him with a small token, and even if it could save his life at a critical moment, it would definitely not be lost.

"Little brother, I see that your body is about to break through the limit, so let's do it, my old man will give you another opportunity, make good use of it, don't waste it!"

After the old man finished speaking, he gently pressed a palm on Nie Feng's shoulder.

Nie Feng suddenly heard the word chance, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart, he had heard others say that the practice of kendo often depends on chance, once a certain opportunity is obtained, it is a great thing for kendo cultivation.

But I saw that the old man stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and when he was puzzled, suddenly a small sword suddenly jumped out of the old man's palm, and the tip of the small sword quickly pierced Nie Feng's skin, through the muscles, straight to the bloodline, and then rushed out from the blood vein, through the chest, to the dantian.

Although he had never seen his dantian, he already knew where the dantian was.

This little sword had just arrived at the dantian position, and even if it stopped quickly, it began to melt in a moment. As the little sword melted, a vigorous heat like a gust of wind blew dissolved near Nie Feng's dantian, this taste couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold or painful, anyway, the dantian position was extremely uncomfortable, Nie Feng instinctively just wanted to do his best to drive this feeling out of his body, but his consciousness seemed to be completely unresponsive, Nie Feng had no choice but to close his eyes, wanting to make his consciousness more concentrated.

Suddenly, Nie Feng seemed to see his dantian, because at this moment, a space was gradually opening up in the dantian position, foggy and red, and a small black sword that was melting was in it.

Nie Feng was surprised and wanted to open his eyes, but the whole body didn't react at all, it seemed that even the body didn't belong to him for a moment, and suddenly Nie Feng couldn't help but have a trace of fear in his heart, but reason quickly told him that this shouldn't be a bad thing, and the old man might be referring to this.

The current situation is more like a dream for Nie Feng, his mind is immersed in the dantian, helplessly watching the little black sword gradually melt into nothingness, and he only hopes that this dream will wake up quickly.

The black sword melted completely, but it did not disappear completely, but formed a floating pool of black liquid, the black liquid only waited for a moment, and suddenly a light wind seemed to blow out of thin air, and the surface of the black liquid slowly showed fluctuations like water patterns.

The fluctuation of the water ripple became more and more violent, and finally it actually drove the whole mass of liquid to shake up, and gradually the black liquid began to converge, and in the time of three breaths, the liquid that was gathered to the extreme condensed into a black ball the size of peanuts, and the ball slowly rotated non-stop, but each rotation gathered the shape of the ball more perfectly.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out of his body, and Nie Feng finally opened his eyes.

He was still standing in place, but the other old and young disappeared without a trace, and suddenly a faint voice came, and Nie Feng heard it very clearly this time.

"Little brother, I planted a sword qi seed in your dantian, this seed will incorporate the sword qi from the outside world into your dantian little by little, and now you have crossed the limit of your body and successfully advanced to the sword master. I hope you cherish yourself, he is destined for the future, and we still have a time to meet......"

At this point, I can't hear anything.