"...... Chop"

"...... Chop"

The voice without sorrow and joy, like a heavy hammer, recalled in Meng Ran's consciousness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"One slash...... Second ...... Three slashes ......"

"Chop ...... A slash ......" The voice was indistinct, like a murmur across the mountains and seas, but it was extremely heavy, and the words beat in Meng Ran's heart.

The voice was not loud, it was very weak, even with the weakness after a serious injury, but every time it sounded, Meng Ran felt a feeling of blood clotting all over his body, and in this struggle, he opened his eyes violently.

Meng Ran was lying on the bed in the room at the moment, wrapped in bandages, blood stains seeped out, and only his eyes were exposed, embarrassed.

It was early morning outside, and the morning sun was shining through the eaves of the windows and spilling onto the floor of the house.

"I'm not dead...... Am I still alive?" Meng Ran looked at his hands blankly, although they were wrapped in bandages, he could feel angry.

"He was obviously able to wipe out my spiritual sense with his hands, but he let me go in the end, what was his intention?" Meng Ran had a feeling of the rest of his life.

I was a little glad in my heart, glad that the other party finally stopped.

Otherwise, he would now be the living dead.

Suddenly, Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, and he remembered that before his spiritual consciousness lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a snow-white light.

Thinking of this, he calmed down, closed his eyes, and deliberately made his spiritual sense clear.

Meng Ran's character is unrestrained and free-spirited, otherwise it would be impossible to accept all this quickly before he crossed over.

But it was this kind of personality that made him unable to be restrained.

Now that there are such terrifying creatures in the sea of knowledge, how can he rest assured, he must see it with his own eyes before he can stop.

"Knowing the sea...... I can't get in. After a long time, Meng Ran opened his eyes and sighed.

Being able to enter the sea of knowledge and experience those scenes is because when you are dying, you can hope to succeed.

Learning the methods in the novels in the previous life, there are no distractions in the mind, and there is no use.

It's uncomfortable.

You know that there is someone in your body who is a great threat to you, but you can't do anything about it, and you can't even see it.

"It's a chilling feeling that life can't be in your own hands. Meng Ran habitually took out the books on the bookshelf and flipped through them.

These are all things he took from Ling'er.

If you want to survive in this bizarre world, you have to understand it.

Meng Ran did not inherit the memory of his predecessor, but thinking about it, even if he inherited it, it was useless.

What can you remember in your memory?

It's nothing more than a fox friend and a dog friend, drinking wine and eating meat, and visiting the world of flowers in the Sword King City.

In this way, Meng Ran still had a bit of luck, thanks to the fact that he did not inherit it.

"Memory is the foundation of life, if I really inherit it, I wonder if my heart will change?"

What he was holding in his hand was the general history of the Sword Mist Continent, which was where Meng Ran was now.

One of the endless continents is not vast in the continent, but compared to the previous life, it is not small.

"The most powerful force in the Sword Mist Continent, one of them is the Sword Alliance, more than sixty percent of it is sword cultivation, no wonder it will take 'sword' as the name of the continent. Meng Ran's eyes swept over the book, revealing a faint shock.

The book expounds the path of the human race.

In the oldest years, heaven and earth were reborn, chaos was first opened, and countless spirits were born.

And the human race was created by one of the ancestors, and it was not a congenital soul, and it was impossible to cultivate, but it was just an ant in the eyes of the ancestors.

It was created to add color to a dry world.

But with the passage of time, there will eventually be leaders in the human race, stepping out of the road that no one has stepped on before, overcoming obstacles and cultivating against the sky.

His cultivation method has also been handed down, benefiting everyone, and since then, the human race has truly stepped onto the world stage.

In the beginning, you didn't have to have a spiritual aura.

Today's argument that you can't practice without spiritual knowledge is only caused by the loss and alteration of the method of cultivation when it has been handed down.

Today's initial realm is called the Qi Condensation Realm, with nine layers of condensation and seven layers of Kan, condensing the sea of qi.

Its principle is to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, accommodate it in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and finally accumulate and condense in the spiritual aperture.

This is also the function of the spiritual aperture, without the spiritual aperture, it is impossible to condense and accumulate vitality at all, and the better the spiritual aperture, the more vitality can be accumulated, the easier it is.

"Condense the vitality of heaven and earth, hone the body, and use the power of vitality to condense the Sword Palace, so as to step into a higher realm. Meng Ran's expression was slightly excited.

He fainted after stepping on the ten-story ladder, and now he was lying in his room, still bandaged, and someone must have carried him back.

In the evening, it was getting dark.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps from outside, and it didn't stop until the back of the door, and it became slow.

"Are you awake?" It was Meng Lie who walked in outside the door, his face was flat, and he seemed to be extremely indifferent to Meng Ran.

But Meng Ran was not stupid, he could clearly hear the hurried footsteps, which was more representative of the old man's emotions.

Seeing Meng Ran looking at himself with a smile, Meng Lie's eyes subconsciously avoided, and after reacting, he turned around suddenly, looked at him with shame, and scolded: "You bastard, you know that I'm worried about you, and you're still pretending there, why didn't the human ladder crush you to death?"

"It may be that my life is big, and Lord Yama can't accept me. Meng Ran's heart warmed and said with a smile.

When Meng Lie saw his heartless appearance, he had thought about how to comfort him without losing his majesty, and his thoughts were in vain.

"Thirty percent of your bones are broken, your muscles and veins burst, and you almost bleed to death, it's not that Ling'er's little girl who secretly ran to the opening ceremony to come back to inform me that you would have died a long time ago." Meng Lie said angrily.

"Didn't the people next to me come to me?" Meng Ran was stunned, this world has not touched porcelain, and people should not be so indifferent.

Seeing his blank expression, Meng Lie said with a dark old face: "With your reputation in Sword King City, who will save you? It's not bad not to strangle you to death, so as to save you from harming them after you open your mind." ”

"I have a spiritual aura, but why can't I feel it?" Meng Ran ignored the previous words and grasped the key to the last.

Despised by the people of Sword King City, he has seen it in the past two days, so he won't be too surprised.

Meng Lie's face turned flat, he took out a book from his arms and threw it in front of Meng Ran, then took out another box and put it on the table.

Then he walked away.

The book looked old and had yellowed pages, but it was very well preserved, with a few words on it.

Condensation ...... Sword Cultivation.

After Meng Ran saw the book, his expression was strange, his eyes lit up slightly, he immediately grabbed the book in his hand, although the old man did not speak, but Meng Ran was sure that this was the method of cultivation.

"Condensation refers to the condensation realm, sword cultivation...... Could it be an exclusive sword cultivation method?" Meng Ran was suspicious.

When it comes to swords, the first thing he thinks of is the Sword Pavilion in the sea of knowledge, if he can't solve this thing, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well.

If you are seen by others, you are afraid that you will vomit blood.

It was clearly an extreme inheritance, but Meng Ran regarded it as a burden, and gave up the inheritance.

"Maybe with this practice, you can step into the sea of knowledge. Meng Ran's gaze slowly fell on the book in his hand.

The box was opened, and there was half a golden ginseng inside, the ginseng whiskers were long, and as soon as the box was opened, the fragrant aroma inside came to his face, just smelling it, Meng Ran felt refreshed.

"Good thing! this guy ...... It's better than eating a perfect tonic soup. Meng Ran hurriedly closed the box again, he was afraid that he would leak the medicinal fragrance.

This is golden ginseng, a treasure ginseng that can be sold for two yuan stones with a single whisker.

The vitality inside is so rich that it liquefies, and the juice in the ginseng can become the essence liquid, which is invaluable.

When the old man was middle-aged, he was seriously injured in the beast tide, and although he is getting better, he still has dark wounds left.

This golden ginseng was used by him to treat his injuries, and after seeing Meng Ran's enlightenment, he took it out for Meng Ran to improve his cultivation and use, which is enough to see how much the old man loves Meng Ran.

The old man already had a plan in his heart, even if Meng Ran couldn't open his mind, then he would take out half of this ginseng and take it out to refine his body for him and become a master of the inner family.

For Meng Ran, he was really heartbroken.

"Haoyue is in the human wilderness, I don't have to worry about him, now I am most worried about you, if I fall one day, what should you do. ”

In the courtyard in the evening, there was a deep sigh, the setting sun was slanting, shrouding Meng Lie's body, his gray hair was dyed golden, and it looked bright, but the feeling of twilight lingered.

......

Time is like an arrow, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

In the Sword King City, most of the people who can't practice are all working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

There was a person named Xiao Shui, who left a deep impression in their hearts, because it was a rising star in Sword King City, and he was expected to become the next city lord in the future.

Anything other than him didn't make any waves for everyone.

And the name Meng Ran will be pulled out and scolded angrily by people after tea and dinner, when they can't find something to talk about.

But no one noticed that the scum who often teased cats and dogs and teased little widows had not appeared for half a month.

In the past half a month, Meng Ran has not taken a few steps in the house because of his physical injury, and after telling Ling'er not to disturb him if there is nothing important, he concentrated on cultivating.

When he was cultivating, his appetite increased greatly, and every time he finished cultivating, his stomach was empty, and the food sent by Ling'er was usually very full, but at the moment, it was not enough to even stuff his teeth.

But the golden ginseng is different, it is only a small half of the beard, and after eating it, I feel hot all over my body, and there is a stream of air rushing in my body, full of fullness.

The old man would occasionally come to Meng Ran's courtyard "inadvertently", stand at the door from a distance, and show a complicated expression when he saw the closed door.

Meng Ran in the room had red eyes, holding a book in his hand, he didn't even sleep much, and he was full of thoughts on cultivation, but he couldn't even feel the spiritual aura.

After eating the food Ling'er had brought him, he closed his eyes again.

Not long after, the surface of Meng Ran's body shone slightly, as bright as jade, but this faint light did not last long, and suddenly disappeared.

Meng Ran opened his eyes, frowned deeply, and exhaled the accumulated breath in his chest.

"Still no, what the hell is going on, every time I can feel the vitality, it's an instant, just about to communicate, but it's gone. Meng Ran's hair was scattered, messy and scattered on his head, and he didn't have any scruples.