"Please, sir, how to cut it off on my own."

"With a sword, a sword can slay demons, slash monsters, and slash heart demons."

Wang Qian stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, He Yuan only felt that for a moment, they came to the back of the mountain, in front of a mountain rock.

"The sword in your hand must be cut, and the sword in the sea of knowledge must also be cut."

Whew, hiss, hiss, He Yuan gasped for breath, trying to calm himself down, but his thinking, his consciousness was like a ball of hemp rope, the more he pulled it, the more chaotic it became, and he couldn't find a clue at all.

He was very tired and hard, but he still held the sword in his hand persistently.

A sword slashed out, with a crisp sound, leaving a sword mark on the mountain stone,

This sword is a little floating, weak, unwilling,

Then another sword,

Chop, chop,

Chop the mountain and stone, slash the heart demon!

The sword in He Yuan's hand rose and fell, becoming weaker and weaker each time,

He stared at the sword in his hand, watched, thought, and a sword vaguely appeared in his mind,

The sword looked like it was gone, and it seemed very fragile.

His breathing was still a little short, but after slashing out dozens of swords one after another, his eyes were a little clearer, and there was a faint momentum on his body.

Perseverance, refusal to admit defeat,

Wang Gan recited the "Pure Heart Mantra" softly on the side,

Cold for eternity, everything is especially quiet, the heart should be quiet, look at me alone, the heart and spirit are one, the air should follow each other, if there is more than one phase, all changes are not shocked......

The iron sword carved a series of cuts on the mountain stones,

The force on He Yuan's body is actually getting stronger and stronger, his eyes are getting clearer and clearer, the blood is slowly fading, and the sword he cut out is becoming more and more powerful.

Wang Qian saw that the gray-black aura in his mind was getting lighter and lighter.

With the slash of this sword, the gray-black aura was like a cocoon, and it was cleared little by little.

Ten swords, one hundred swords, a thousand swords......

The blood in He Yuan's eyes had completely faded, and he had completely regained his clarity, the cyan color on his face had dissipated, and the sword in his hand was faintly shining,

Oh, a sword fell,

The iron sword slashed like a mountain stone, from top to bottom, with a bang, the mountain stone that was already full of sword marks was split in two, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

He Yuan stood in place, the arm holding the sword trembled slightly, and his body fluctuated violently.

Hiss, he's adjusting his breathing, thinking about the sword just now,

Seeing this, Wang Gan on the side stopped chanting and didn't speak, so he stood quietly aside.

"Thank you, sir." After a long time, He Yuan saluted Wang Qian very respectfully and solemnly.

"Good."

By this time, it was already dark.

Wang Gan took He Yuan into the magic circle, went to the hut, used "rouge rice" to live in a pot of porridge, and served He Yuan a bowl.

After the fragrant "spiritual rice" entered his stomach, he was hungry and replenished the true yuan he consumed. Soon a bowl of porridge was served.

"There is still in the pot, go and serve it yourself, don't be embarrassed." Wang Qian said with a smile.

After eating two bowls of rice, although he was still not full, and wanted to eat more, He Yuan put down the dishes and chopsticks very restrainedly.

Wang Qian made another cup of tea and listened to He Yuan talk about his experience.

Last night, He Yuan saw a friend in Jeseong, and on the way out, he met a strange person, and in the midst of the crowd, the person passed by him and looked back at him.

Then in an alley, he saw the man again, as if he was waiting for him.

"Hello, we're meeting again." When the man saw him, he said something inexplicable.

The man in the darkness showed a pair of eyes, or rather, he showed only one eye, because that eye was so special.

He Yuan didn't know how to describe it, but when he saw that eye, he felt a strong discomfort.

Darkness, chaos, rage, killing, it seemed that the moment the eyes met, all the negative forces in his body were activated.

At that time, he felt bad, wanted to turn his head, wanted to look away, no longer stared at any eye, but his neck and body seemed to be frozen, his body was uncontrollable, and he couldn't help staring at that eye.

At this moment, the "evil charm" he wore on his body emitted a dazzling light, and he felt that his body had regained control, and then immediately turned around and ran.

To his surprise, the man did not chase after him, and as he ran out, he accidentally saw another person suddenly appear in the alley.

Later, when He Yuan returned to his residence, he was restless and recited the Taoist Sutra until late at night before falling asleep.

In his sleep, he saw the eye again, hanging in mid-air and staring at him, and no matter how much he ran, it was not far away and stared at him.

When he realized that he couldn't dodge, he picked up the sword in his hand and tried to kill the strange eye, but it was swallowed by the eye.

When he woke up, it was already dawn, he felt dizzy, his body seemed to be out of control, and when he washed his face and looked in the mirror, he found that his face was blue, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were a little crooked, and saliva was flowing out.

He immediately made a decision and came directly here to find Wang Qian.

"MONOCULUS!"

After listening to He Yuan's words, Wang Qian immediately realized what He Yuan had encountered.

The person he met in the alley was the person with the "magic eye", and it was also the person Qi Chuanjia had been looking for these days.

It was not easy for He Yuan to be able to hold on to this, thanks to his uninterrupted sword practice and cultivation during this time, which exercised a strong will.

Thanks to the "evil talisman" that Wang Qian gave him earlier, it helped him resist the invasion of some of the "Demon Eyes".

"It's okay, go back and get some sleep and rest." Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir."

After thanking him again and again, under the illumination of the moonlight, He Yuan went down the mountain and returned to the house in the mountain village.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he fell asleep after washing up, this time he did not dream of the magic eye again, but dreamed that he was practicing the sword, the sword light was bright, and a sword would cut off the mountain rock that was more than two people high.

At night, in the mountains, in the huts.

Wang Qian was lying on a rocking chair, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand and an ancient sword on his lap.

He's chanting, he's refining swords,

He Yuan's cultivation is very tenacious, and he never stops every day, and he is the same.

Qi refining, sword refining, chanting, enlightenment,

This is the case almost every day,

Although he has the "Book of Heaven" by his side, he does not dare to slack off in the slightest, he has seen those terrible things, and knows that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky.

The immortals in the "Burial Immortal Valley", the immortal tree, the snake that ascended to the sky and turned into a dragon, and the "magic eye", one eye has such ability, if his complete true body comes, it will be so terrifying.

The more I know, the more I feel that I am inadequate.

There is also the Book of Heaven in the "Sea of Knowledge", which is now his biggest reliance, but he also does not know the origin of this "Book of Heaven".

Wang Qian also thought more than once that he might just be a temporary host, and the "Book of Heaven" followed his body to restore itself, and the magic powers it handed over to him, and all kinds of knowledge should be regarded as "rewards" to be paid.

If one day, the "Book of Heaven" in the sea of knowledge is gone, and he leaves, will he "take away" all the things that were granted to him?