Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Man'er practiced swordsmanship in a plum forest near the small courtyard. Seeing the plum blossoms falling, Lin Man'er stood in place with his eyes closed, holding the mourning sword in his right hand.

Suddenly, a breeze blew on his face, and he opened his eyes, and with a flash of his sword, he suddenly became like a ghost, shuttling through the merlin. After three breaths, Lin Man'er stopped, and more than a dozen bright red plum blossoms fell on the mourning sword.

The white worm approvingly: "Yes, I have made great progress, and I have been able to catch them all." ”

Lin Man'er shook his sword, the plum blossoms fell, and he replied: "Feng Yi should refer to the speed and accuracy of the sword. Now that I've got both, it's time to practice the Thunder Sword. It's just, what does the thunder mean? Is it the power of sword qi? ”

"I guess so! Practice first. The white worm said with some uncertainty.

Lin Man'er agreed and began to practice "Thunder". It's just that the way he practiced his sword was bitter for the plum trees around him. After a few hours, most of the entire Merlin was destroyed by him.

On the second day, the sloppy old man carried a shovel, went to Merlin to see it, and instantly went away. He found Lin Man'er and couldn't help but say, beat him first.

Lin Man'er is not a person who can't fight back, and he fought with the sloppy old man with the mourning sword. It's just that the battle situation is not very good. He first attacked with the wind sword, but every time he made his sword, the old man blocked it with a shovel. Obviously, it wasn't powerful enough. Lin Man'er used the thunder sword again, but his attack couldn't even touch the corner of the old man's clothes. Obviously, it's too slow.

The old man reprimanded, "What kind of swordsmanship are you practicing?" Will you just cut down trees? ”

Lin Man'er was already holding back the fire in her belly, and replied: "What does it matter to you if I cut down trees." ”

"I don't care if you cut anything else, but what you cut is what I planted. Today, I have to break your legs. As soon as the words fell, the old man jumped in front of Lin Man'er and hit Lin Man'er's right leg with the back of a shovel. Lin Man'er jumped up, but saw that the shovel also followed.

Lin Man'er found the opportunity and stepped on the long handle of the shovel, wanting to jump away with his strength. However, the moment he stepped down, the old man's shovel fell ahead of schedule. With one foot in the air, his body lost control, and before he could react, the shovel had already smashed into his leg.

I saw Lin Man'er crash into a straight plum tree, and then fell down. He touched his right leg and stood up tremblingly. Looking at the sloppy old man, the mourning sword was stuck in the ground and began to use the wind to point the sword.

When the old man saw him shoot out with one finger, he raised his shovel and shook the wind finger sword away. Lin Man'er was not convinced, and continued to use the wind finger sword.

The old man snorted and said, "It's the same as many times you try." ”

Lin Man'er was still unconvinced, and urged the wind to point the sword again. However, instead of shooting his sword, he wounded himself.

Seeing this, the old man said sarcastically: "The loss of the Wind Finger Sword to the spiritual vein is huge, do you think that your spiritual vein is different from ordinary people, and you can use it endlessly?" ”

Lin Man'er didn't seem to hear the old man speak, only to see his eyes purring and his left hand slowly raised. Suddenly, he poked his index finger forward, then hooked backwards, and unexpectedly used the Wind Hook Sword.

A hint of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes, but the movements of his hands did not stop. I saw the shovel standing behind him, easily blocking the wind hook sword.

Lin Man'er was so angry that she didn't care about her leg injury, and rushed over with her mourning sword. The old man seemed to be annoyed, and his backhand was a shovel, hitting Lin Man'er in the face. Lin Man'er felt that her eyes were dark and she fainted.

I don't know how long later, when he woke up again, he found that it was already dark, and he was buried in the ground, revealing only a bald head.

Lin Man'er began to struggle, but found that his hands and feet did not obey the call at all, as if they were broken.

On the branches of the moon, the light sprinkled on the shiny bald head. At this moment, a large red-headed centipede seemed to spot him.

Lin Man'er stared closely at the big centipede, and found that its back was reddish-black, but its abdomen was pale red, and it had more than a dozen pairs of feet. He smiled and said in a consultative tone, "Brother Centipede, can you go somewhere else?" I haven't taken a shower in days, and my body stinks. ”

However, the red-headed big centipede seemed to be just like this, crawling from Lin Man'er's face to the top of his head. Lin Man'er hurriedly called for the white worm to help, but unfortunately the white worm had turned into a blood-colored chrysalis at this moment.

Lin Man'er shook his head and wanted to shake the big centipede down, but this move angered the big centipede and began to bite him. Lin Man'er let out a roar and threatened: "When I come out, I have to pull out your legs." ”

The big centipede doesn't care, it bites as much as it wants. After tossing for a while, the big centipede seemed to find it boring and crawled away. Lin Man'er breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "I will compensate for your tree, you will let me out." ”

Unfortunately, no one responded.

Lin Man'er sighed, thinking to herself why she was so unlucky! Now, time is pressing, but he is buried in the earth and cannot move. He regretted it a little, he had known that he had gone to the Blue Dragon Hall with Yan Ruoxi.

The night breeze in April is not too cold, and even gives a refreshing feeling, plus a few insect chirps, it is also a treat. It's a pity that Lin Man'er only experienced the cold.

For the first time, he felt that he could be so bored that he could count the stars in the night sky, the plum blossoms on the trees, and the number of insects......

Time was slow, but it was dawn. Lin Man'er looked forward to the arrival of the sloppy old man, and went through the apology words that he had practiced many times last night in his mind.

However, to his disappointment, the sloppy old man did not come, as if trying to torture him. In this way, three days passed, and the sun on the fourth day was a little dazzling.

The old man finally came, and he carried two wooden barrels with a shovel, one with water and the other with saplings.

Lin Man'er shouted to him: "You let me out, I will help you plant." ”

The old man walked towards him, but did not stop, but stepped on his shiny bald head, and sprinkled a few bits of water.

Lin Man'er was not to mention how angry he was, and scolded: "You old thing, you will kill me if you have a seed." ”

Forehead...... Then he fainted again.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Man'er had been buried for seven days. Fortunately, he was a cultivator, otherwise he would have died of thirst. During this period, the sloppy old man also came a few times, but he ignored him. Lin Man'er was still scolding, and then fainted.

After another seven days, Lin Man'er gradually quieted down and began to think about something.

After another seven days, the sky thundered and thundered, and it rained heavily. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck a big tree, and the big tree burst open and fell beside Lin Man'er. The splash of muddy water hit him in the face, and he closed his eyes tightly and never said a word.

The torrential rain lasted for a long time and did not stop until dawn the next day. The sun was warm after the rain and gradually dried the earth.

The saplings planted by the sloppy old man began to sprout, and Lin Man'er witnessed the whole process. It was also at that time that something seemed to pass through his mind.

After another seven days, Lin Man'er seemed to understand something, he looked at the gradually withering broken trees and new seedlings, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. This feeling lasted for two days, and in the early morning of the ninth day, a morning breeze blew in his face, and at that moment he understood.

In his mind, he had the general outline of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique:

The wind is easy and thundering, the Yi is changeable, and the Song is scattered. Like the sword in my heart, when the sword is driven by the wind, the sword is like the wind; Like the sword in my heart, when the thunder is gathered and the sword is turned into a sword, the sword is like thunder; If I am the sword of my heart, I should give up the wind and thunder, and only my heart sword.

Suddenly, Lin Man'er shouted-my heart is like a sword, and the sword enters my heart.

At that moment, the mourning sword flew out, settled in the Snow Spirit Terrace, and turned into a natal immortal soldier.

At that moment, Lin Man'er felt a trace of sword path, and stepped into the sword fairy realm with a thought.

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In the small courtyard, the sloppy old man was turning the soil in the vegetable field, and he couldn't remember how many times he had turned it over. After noticing Lin Man'er's promotion to the rank of Sword Immortal, he said to himself: "Thirty days, it's still a little worse." ”

In Merlin, Lin Man'er opened his arms and felt the changes brought by the Sword Immortal. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and a sword slashed out, and the sword qi swept and stopped under a plum tree. He walked over, squatted down to look at the shivering red-headed centipede, and said with a wicked smile: "I said, when I come out, I have to pull out your legs." ”

The big centipede seemed to understand what Lin Man'er meant, and fled in a hurry. Lin Man'er looked at it, didn't stop it first, and when it hid, it emitted a sword aura. This is repeated repeatedly, and on the sixth time, the big centipede seems to despair and does not run away.

Lin Man'er lifted the big centipede and opened her mouth, as if she was about to swallow it. However, the big centipede really gave up and didn't move. Lin Man'er felt bored, put the big centipede on the ground, roared and laughed. Before the laughter dissipated, the sword spirit squires of the dead sword appeared. It said to Lin Man'er, "You have gone astray. ”

Lin Man'er deliberately slashed out a sword, and said angrily: "I have been promoted to the rank of Little Sword Immortal, you actually said that I went astray?" ”

"Little Sword Immortal, is it still a magic sword cultivator, is it very strong?" Samurai said with some disdain.

"What do you mean?" Lin Man'er seemed to be very dissatisfied with its tone.

The Samurai didn't care about the future master's emotions and explained, "There are five types of sword cultivation, including magic sword, pure sword, array sword, rune sword, and soul sword. You don't cultivate the most powerful soul sword, but you cultivate the most inferior magic sword. What is it that is not going astray? ”

Lin Man'er was a little stunned by what it said for a while, and wondered: "Isn't there only three kinds of sword cultivation: purity, law, and mixing?" ”

"Of course not! The reason why you have this misunderstanding is because the array sword, rune sword, and soul sword are too difficult, and it has made the sword cultivator lose his confidence in cultivation until now. ”

"Is it more difficult than pure sword cultivation?"

"This is different, the difficulty of pure sword cultivation lies in the comprehension of sword intent, and the difficulty of the other three lies in talent and resources."

Lin Man'er touched her bald head and said a little puzzled: "Can you say it more simply?" ”

"To put it simply, it means that pure sword cultivation is something that can be practiced by anyone, but the realm that is reached in the end is different. The other three take the soul sword as an example, and the premise of their cultivation is to first become a soul cultivator and have a natal soul sword. ”

Lin Man'er understood it, it was nothing more than the difference between poor and rich. He said to the soul very seriously: "I am a poor person, I don't have so many resources, and I am not a soul cultivator, but a Fa cultivator. ”

"I thought you were enlightened, but I didn't expect that I was thinking too much. However, one day you will understand that everything you are doing now is in vain. In the end, you still can't escape the fate of the soul sword, I hope this day will be sooner. After the Samurai finished speaking, he disappeared into Lin Man'er's eyebrows.

Lin Man'er took out the bronze mirror and looked at it, wondering how it got in, why there was no trace at all. Shaking his head, he walked towards the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the sloppy old man was still turning over the soil. Lin Man'er was curious: "What do you want to plant?" This land is about to turn into fish and rice porridge. ”

The sloppy old man was unusual, and replied: "I have prepared it for you, and when you die, I will bury it faster." ”

"Oh, thank you so much."

Lin Man'er left the small courtyard after speaking, and he didn't know if he thanked the old man for helping him understand the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, or thanked him for leaving a cemetery for himself.