Improving his strength is naturally the top priority of Jiangshan at present, but the sword understanding cannot be delayed either, fortunately, the two will not conflict, as long as he succeeds in learning the sword and becomes an outer disciple, he will naturally get many rewards, and his strength will be improved. It's just that there is still more than a month before the opening of the "Xuanhuang Sword Tower" Wujian before Jiangshan thinks of playing the Green Butterfly List.

The "Yun Sword Technique" given to him by Elder Wu Yan has not been turned over yet, so he will take it out and read it if there is nothing to do at this time.

The "Yun Sword Technique" belongs to the high-grade exercises of the Yellow Rank, which is undoubtedly a grade higher than the "Sword Transformation Technique" practiced by the rest of the ordinary disciples.

Jiang Shan sat cross-legged, his body as straight as a green pine.

He flipped through the book with his left hand, thinking while flipping, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing joy, and by the end of the night, he finally finished reading a volume of "Yun Jian Jue".

He had eaten, washed his hands, and burned a bamboo incense stove in the house.

He got on the wooden bed and opened the window lattice, letting in the moonlight.

Xiaoxiu gave him shoes and socks very gently, and he breathed into the white moonlight. After dozens of breaths, all the turbid air in his chest was exhaled, and he only felt refreshed, so he slowly closed his eyes.

He silently recited the mantra of "Yun Sword Technique", imagining that the spiritual power in his body was a small sword, looking at each other, wandering around, and finally thousands of small swords rushed towards the Zifu Dantian.

The spiritual power in the body did not move, and it ran towards the Zifu Dantian step by step according to the fixed meridians. Jiangshan's heart is calm, unmoved, and continues to meditate. The world is quiet, and the light moonlight is like a light veil, hazy sprinkled on the rivers and mountains.

There was a rapid sound of striking iron outside the "Valley of Hundred Soldiers", night birds were chirping in the air, and a few dull beast chirpings came from the mountain peak in the middle of the "Sword Valley" in the distance.

Nie Xiaoxiu's breathing gradually became stable from shallow, the wind came from outside, gently shaking the window lattice, Nie Xiaoxiu opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed it, and subconsciously moved his gaze to Jiang Shan's body.

There seemed to be a thick fog in the valley, and the window gradually became blurred, and the hair on Jiang Shan's forehead was slightly wet with the fog soaked in the window, and his clothes were slightly moistened.

Nie Xiaoxiu took a piece of clothing hanging on the wall and walked towards Jiangshan. The water vapor condensed on the window lattice finally slipped from the window like a teardrop hanging on the eyelid.

"Ding Dong" knocked on the wooden bed.

"Sword!"

As if stirring a pool of spring water, the meditative Jiangshan suddenly drank softly, and a whirlwind suddenly gave birth to him as the center. The wooden bed was shaken, and the fallen leaves on the window lattices were blown away from afar.

A dark glow was fleeting, with a sharpness of blowing off hair.

Nie Xiaoxiu was about to put on clothes for him, but was suddenly shocked by Jiang Shan's drink, and the next moment she saw Jiang Shan's face flashing like a black and clear sword light, and the clothes she was holding in her hand had been torn. There was a pain in her hand, and a drop of blood slipped from her fingertips.

She gently squeezed her hands, bit her lips slightly, and suddenly got on the bed gently, sitting opposite the country with her hands on her cheeks. A green comb oil lamp shines like a bean, which can slightly illuminate the two of them.

When Jiang Shan imagined that all the spiritual power was transformed into a small sword, there was a yellow light in the sky of his dantian, faintly condensed into a quaint yellow bell. Those small swords that rushed into the dantian all rushed into the yellow bell at once, the sword qi echoed, the bell sounded melodiously, under each bell, the small sword collided with the bell wall, and the small sword was broken into thousands of fine sword pieces, so under the continuous collision, the sword blocks were all turned into powder.

There was a black brilliance and chaos in the yellow bell, and after a long time, a little black to the extreme light suddenly broke through the chaos and stopped in the middle of the chaos.

As more and more small black swords entered the yellow bell, the black brilliance became more and more condensed, but it still took a quarter of an hour for the appearance of a little black light point.

This was repeated repeatedly, and by the time the heavenly light entered the room, he had almost condensed more than forty points of light. The points of light overlapped in one place, faintly forming a part of the hilt of a sword.

Jiang Shan received the "Yun Sword Technique", ate the breakfast that Nie Xiaoxiu had already prepared, cleaned up, and went to the "Hundred Wine Valley".

"Baijiu Valley" really lives up to its name, as soon as you enter the valley, you can smell the fragrance of fine wine everywhere, Jiangshan has hardly drunk wine, but it is just a few times, but he also understands the taste of it somewhat. At this moment, I smelled the smell of wine mixed in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a little drunk.

That "Jade Sword List" seemed to be quite famous in the valley, and as soon as Jiang Shan asked, a disciple of the "Hundred Wine Valley" took the initiative to point him in the direction, but for some reason he always felt that the look on that person's face was somewhat strange.

Not long after he left, the disciple turned around, followed by a large number of passers-by, talking and laughing, and went in the direction of the "Jade Sword List". Many people shouted: "Another good show!"

Jiang Shan is naturally completely ignorant of all this.

When he had walked for a while, he saw a dilapidated hut in front of him, which was surrounded by old vines and trees, and looked more and more dilapidated.

An extremely rich aroma of wine emanated from the thatched hut, and Jiang Shan couldn't help choking on a mouthful of saliva.

The disciple just now had a simple description, what kind of "Jade Sword List" should be here. Looking at the outside environment, it is indeed dilapidated enough, and this first-to-last miscellaneous list is worthy of its name. Jiang Shan walked inside, and secretly made up his mind that he would not let the people inside lose too ugly for a while, and he would not be able to get a bowl of wine if he won.

The furnishings of the room were equally simple, an empty hall with a wooden table and a chair in front of it, on which a young man sat and wrote something in a matter, while another man was behind the young man, arranging the wine jar.

There were many jars of wine, and the lid of each jar was lifted, and the young man took four jars of open wine in each hand and walked outside. Jiang Shan stepped aside, and the man nodded and smiled at him very kindly.

Jiang Shan also smiled. As soon as the man went out, Jiang Shan walked to the front of the wooden table.

The young man who sat looked very serious, picked up the pen and sketched, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a pair of quite freehand words were completed in an instant. As if feeling that the light in front of him was a little dimmed, his face was slightly wrinkled, but the brushstrokes on his hands did not pause for half a minute.

He put the pen on hold, raised his head slightly, and the faint light of the sky fell on his face, and his jade face was snow-white, with a slight sickly color.

"Are you here to make the list?"

Jiang Shan nodded, looked around, and made sure that there was no one else, before he said, "Well, I don't know who the person in charge here is?"

"I'm the person in charge!"

The boy said lightly.