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The mountains and rivers of the Heavenly Sword Sect, in Liu Qingfeng's words, are the strongest sword intent in the world.

The majestic and steep mountains, the majestic and heavy charm, the reckless jungle with a rich aura, as thin as a ribbon, the winding and sloping river, and even the morning sun, the dusk sunset, the daytime sun, and the stars in the dark.

There is something in the chest, and its thing is vast, which contrasts with a person's sword realm cultivation.

This is the Heavenly Sword Sect's view of swordsmanship.

Watching the sword is to absorb the essence of the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and no longer have to stick to one move and one style.

The process of contemplation is to collect, and to collect is to collect and save, to raise, and to accumulate.

For Zhuo Zangfeng, Tibet's cultivation was close to the peak realm.

In Qifeng Mountain, he followed the old Taoist priest to practice penmanship and copy Buddhist and Taoist classics for Tibet;

Accept the master's "Sword Product" as a collection;

"Forging swords and thousands of flowers" thousands of sword yuan are hidden;

Now he is hidden incognito in the Heavenly Sword Sect;

At this moment, looking at the scenery, absorbing the sword means to hide.

In front of him lay this Qingfeng Dao Sword that had never been refined into a sword element.

The sword blade is like a mirror, according to the requirements of the Liu Zhangjiao, Zhuo Zangfeng must mobilize all his energy, and see the landscape of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, rivers and lakes on the sword.

At first, he could only see countless sword elements surging on the blade, and then, he counted a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sword yuans, and then the sword yuan could turn into clouds and smoke at will, into rivers, and even into the sun and the moon.

Sometimes the slightest movement of consciousness, even a slight tremor of the eyelashes, will shake off the grass around him.

This made him unsatisfactory in any way, I had no intention of hurting the grass, but the grass was destroyed because of me.

He blamed himself a little.

In fact, it is also an expression of not being able to control the consciousness freely.

Although his divine sense is extremely powerful, he lacks the cultivation to match it.

Like an empty water hyacinth, it looks very big, but when you want to pour out the water, there is only a small hole, which will eventually affect the flow rate of the water.

Fortunately, Liu Qingfeng was quite satisfied, and ordered him to look at the rocks like rocks, and look at the pine trees like pines.

This is too boring, where is there a flying sword volley tens of thousands of miles in the air.

Under a heavy snowfall, Liu Zhangjiao ordered him to look at Feixue like Feixue, and Zhuo Zangfeng completely vented his dissatisfaction.

His eyes widened, he looked at Liu Qingfeng with a painful expression, and then touched his sparse beard like an old Taoist priest.

Liu Qingfeng really wanted to kick him in the ass, his mouth was open for a long time, and he was reluctant to scold him.

Zhuo Zangfeng intensified his efforts and said very seriously: "I look at Liu Qingfeng in the form of Liu Qingfeng, and I want to be successful in swordsmanship. ”

Liu Zhangjiao wanted to bend his fingers and flick his head according to his previous habits, but at this time, Zhuo Zangfeng's mind rose slightly, and his body floated into the clouds as soon as possible.

Lao Dao turned his head to look at the clouds above his head, and his face flashed a sense of tragedy in the twilight of the hero, and said helplessly: "You can't teach your son!"

There was a burst of laughter in the clouds, "I'm not a son, I'm a gentleman!"

Liu Zhangjiao angrily shouted to the sky: "The old way will fulfill you and let you be a gentleman once." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers in unison, and two projectile-like sword qi immediately shot into the clouds, only to hear "Oops...... Lao Liu, you poisoned the hand...... "A piece of clothing fell under the canopy, fluttering and competing with the snowflakes.

Then with a "whoosh", with a sword light to cover his shame, Zhuo Zangfeng covered his bare cheeks and quickly swept towards the accommodation.

Liu Zhangjiao looked at the back of the squint in the snow, and said seriously: "There is the most fat on the buttocks, and it has always been the most cold-tolerant. ”

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All the objects that exist in the mind must be seen on the edge of the sword, and this can be regarded as the introduction to the sword.

Fortunately, with the previous cultivation, Zhuo Zangfeng did not make much effort in the initial stage.

The next step is to turn mountains into water, and look at strange peaks like streams.

It was a more difficult process, depleting his abundant vitality.

However, he was also reprimanded by Lao Liu from time to time, which made Zhuo Zangfeng resentful of this junior teacher, thinking that one day he would abolish his position as the head teacher and replace it with the former senior brother Liuliu.

In this process, seeing him in pain, seeing him shouting, seeing him dancing his sword as if he was drunk, Sky Splitter always had a lazy expression that could not help him, except for his whistle call, most of the time, this divine beast was like a rock that had not moved for a thousand years.

Riding the Sky Splitter to the Divine Beast Mountain, seeing the beast tide surging, the white birds chirping, and enjoying the majesty of the mountain king, Zhuo Zangfeng felt how pleasant the days without Lao Liu were.

I went to Danding Peak twice, and in addition to saying some heartfelt words to the master as usual, I ate some honey brewed from a hundred flowers in the cultivation place of His Royal Highness Yueyue.

The attitude of the two alchemy boys towards him changed greatly, and their enthusiasm seemed to be overdone, and one senior brother was elder and younger brother short, which made Zhuo Zangfeng secretly frown countless times.

I am a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect Dao Ancestor, and the two of you little Taoist priests who are staying in my Heavenly Sword Mountain call me Senior Brother, isn't this a gratuitous reduction of seniority.

Sometimes he is also introspective.

Since coming to the Heavenly Sword Sect, the ability to make careful judgments in the past is missing, and it seems that he is immersed in a sense of self-satisfied superiority.

He thought about it for a long time, and felt that his transformation was a bit terrible, and he couldn't attribute the reason, so he relied on the original and the two of them.

"If the room of Zhilan doesn't feel its fragrance, no, it should be close to Zhu and red and black to ink, close to the original stay, into a bamboo pole and two people, I have completely become as inactive as them, always looking self-righteous. ”

Then he would force himself to calm down and start practicing archery.

In his opinion, only by practicing archery can he quickly become calm.

In fact, in his heart, he is still the arrogant young man, but he has more experience and matured.

And all the life of the Heavenly Sword Sect is too good, carefree, and loved by the entire senior brother of the sect, so he doesn't have to watch out for anything, he plays with his heart and cultivates by his temperament.

These days, Mu Jianhong, who had been sad for him, put down his shelves, and personally chose the mountain with the two senior brothers to build him a bamboo house for cultivation.

The brothers and sisters each brought daily necessities and piled them up in the bamboo house, caring for him.

This kind of life is too leisurely, he almost forgot the fly camp dog in Chang'an, the capital teacher, and forgot the cold eyes and ridicule he received back then.

Therefore, he practiced carefree, unleashed his nature to the fullest, was less vigilant, less defensive, and looked like a different person.

He couldn't go on like this, so he practiced archery hard, with a calm gaze and precise perception, as a wake-up call.

Everything is very satisfied, the only fly in the ointment is that the thatched hut that the senior brothers worked hard to build for themselves, after a sword practice by themselves, it became a storage room for the master to put the broom, and even the fallen leaves were piled up in it.

So he woke up the master who was sleeping soundly on his couch to protest.

"Lao Liu, I have no objection to you sweeping the leaves, don't collect the sheep dung and eggs, I can't stand the smell. ”