Yellow sand in the desert.

A barren land.

There is a ruin standing on it.

A man sits cross-legged with his sword crossed to his knees.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the yellow sand and countless ......

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Chu Qingxiao silently thought about the content of the exercises of "Loulan Listening to the Wind" in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of such a scene in his mind.

The method of sword intent is different from the exercise.

It is not only necessary to condense the strength in the body according to the methods left by the predecessors, but also to figure out the state of mind of the person concerned to comprehend the sword intent, so that only then can we truly comprehend the true meaning of the sword intent.

This "Loulan Listening to the Wind" is the swordsman named Thirteen, in the ruins of Loulan, sitting quietly for three months, listening to the wind, the best way for Chu Qingxiao is naturally to be immersive, feel carefully, and put it to fully understand the artistic conception at that time.

But Loulan is thousands of miles away, and Chu Qingxiao naturally does not have such an opportunity at this moment.

He could only secretly visualize in his mind, trying to comprehend the artistic conception of it.

He worked hard.

Five days have passed since I decided to start practicing this method.

But he was never able to condense the sword intent described in the exercises.

Loulan sword intent pays attention to change.

The offensive can be like a torrential wind and rain, endless, or it can be like the overturning of yellow sand, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But on the defensive, it is extremely weak.

and "Spirit Demon Dragon Breath Gong" is generally attack-oriented, and almost completely abandons the defensive.

This method of almost taking the sword off the edge is extremely unreasonable for ordinary sword cultivators, but for Chu Qingxiao, who has the Shura realm, it is the best choice.

Of course, the premise is not to meet an opponent like Lu Qi, who is also in the Shura realm.

The operation of the exercises of "Loulan Listening to the Wind" is not complicated, and even most of the methods for condensing sword intent on the market are even simpler.

But Chu Qingxiao tried for five days, but he never made an inch.

For this reason, he also specifically asked Lu Sandao.

According to Lu Sandao, the story of this "Loulan Listening to the Wind" was quite legendary in the early years of Tianhang Mountain, especially in Shenhe Peak, and many disciples knew about it, and of course they knew the founder of this swordsmanship, the swordsman thirteen relied on this method to use the Seven Realms to cultivate as a matter of killing four Eight Realm Grandmasters in a row.

For a long time, many disciples of Tianhang Mountain, many of whom were extremely talented, had tried to condense this sword intent, but in the end they all failed.

There are even people who have been to the ruins of Loulan for this purpose, where they have been imitating the swordsman Thirteen and listening to the rumors outside the fortress for several months, but they still have no way.

So much so that later, some people wondered that when the swordsman Thirteen wrote the book "Loulan Listens to the Wind", he was already on the verge of dying, and whether there was anything wrong in this exercise, so that later generations could not practice this method.

And these were all heard by Chu Qingxiao from Lu Sandao's mouth after five days of failed attempts.

If he had known earlier, Chu Qingxiao would probably not have chosen such a difficult bone as his method of condensing his sword intent.

Day 6.

Chu Qingxiao tried for another day, but still failed.

The successive failures made Chu Qingxiao, who even had the "Jade God Naqi Technique" to stabilize his mind, he couldn't help but feel a little bored in his heart.

He opened his eyes, dispersed the exercises running in his body, put aside the rubbing of "Loulan Listens to the Wind", took a deep breath, and simply walked out of the door.

He had locked himself in this room for six days, just to condense the sword intent recorded in the exercises.

But six days passed, and he made no progress at all.

Of course, he understands that he can't rush into the matter of cultivation.

But the battle with Lu Qi that day made Chu Qingxiao nervous.

Although he had encountered many opponents that were difficult for him to deal with before, because of the existence of the Shura Realm, he was at least able to maneuver.

After facing Lu Qi, Chu Qingxiao really understood the truth that there are people outside the sky for the first time.

Before, he relied on the Shura realm everywhere, but the world is so big, and there are so many capable people.

Today, Lu Qi, an infamous disciple of Tianhang Mountain, has the method of the Shura realm.

So tomorrow, will there be another Lu Ba Lu Jiu, who can learn to hide the qi, or other methods that Chu Qingxiao can't imagine, and at the same time he can't deal with?

His current identity is the target of public criticism, and there is no telling how many people want to take his life.

It's this situation where I'm in the open and the enemy is in the dark, Chu Qingxiao is actually faintly anxious in his heart.

He wants to become stronger quickly, not only for himself, but also for those who are willing to believe and sacrifice their lives to follow him.

In the twelve years of Wuling City, he had already tried once the feeling of despair of watching the person he cared about die and his powerlessness to protect.

And this kind of feeling, no one wants to do it again, and Chu Qingxiao is naturally no exception.

Therefore, after completing the transformation of the aura into the spirit of the dragon's breath, Chu Qingxiao began to condense the sword intent non-stop, and according to the plan, after condensing the sword intent, he also had to start the inscription of the martial soul, and he set time for himself at every step, and he wanted to let himself get the greatest improvement in the shortest time.

But this plan was only halfway through, and it was at an impasse because it was difficult for Loulan's sword intent to condense.

When I came to the door, it was already evening.

Because everyone has been concentrating on cultivation these days, there is no hustle and bustle in front of the inner courtyard, but it is so quiet that Chu Qingxiao is a little uncomfortable.

He walked into the small courtyard, and a gust of night wind suddenly hit, blowing the leaves of the pear trees planted in the courtyard rustling, and also blowing Chu Qingxiao's clothes fluttering gently.

Chu Qingxiao was irritable in his heart, because the night wind had dissipated a lot.

He took a deep breath and secretly thought in his heart: Sister Sanniang and Qingqing Zai Library Pavilion have also written down some methods for condensing sword intent, and one or two of them are also quite suitable for him......

Chu Qingxiao can take it and put it down.

He knew that his talent was not too good, and no matter how powerful the exercises were suitable, the most important thing was for him.

The most taboo thing about this path of cultivation is to drill the tip of the horns.

Chu Qingxiao figured out this layer, and his mood was much better.

He stayed in the courtyard for another half an hour, which was regarded as a reward for his almost sleepless practice for the past few days.

Then he turned around and walked back to his room, thinking that he would simply sleep well today, and tomorrow he would go to find Sanniang and the sisters to see which exercise in their hands was more suitable for him.

Thinking of these, he cleaned up the room that looked a little messy because he hadn't cleaned it for a few days, and when he came to the desk, he saw the rubbish of "Loulan Listening to the Wind" out of the corner of his eye.

He stretched out his hand to put the rubbing away, and stopped thinking about it.

But as soon as his hand touched the page, there was a sudden night breeze outside the house.

Blowing the pages of the book, he returned to the part that recorded the story of the swordsman's thirteen lives.

Chu Qingxiao looked at the handwriting on it, and suddenly his face froze.

He remembered that he had chosen this "Loulan Listening to the Wind" among the many methods of condensing sword intent in the Library Pavilion because of how powerful he was, but the story of the protagonist in this book made Chu Qingxiao feel empathetic.

The same old people are gone, the same old place is no more, the same powerless, the same heartache.

Some similar experiences made Chu Qingxiao feel that he might have some fate with this exercise, so he chose this method.

"It's a pity, it seems that I have no fate with my predecessors." Chu Qingxiao said with a wry smile, reaching out to close the pages of the book that were blown by the night wind.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall that story again, and he couldn't help muttering to himself: "I don't know what kind of wind you heard when you were sitting on the ruins of Loulan for three months, so that you could realize this method......

Chu Qingxiao sighed casually, but halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, his face gradually became strange, and he muttered even more in his mouth.

"When his predecessor's hometown was in trouble, he failed to seek revenge, and he returned injured, and he must have been very depressed in his heart."

"It's like if I fail to redress my grievances for Wuling City and return to the old land, I'm afraid that all thoughts will be lost, and it will be difficult to have the face to meet the old people, and where will I get the interest to listen to the wind......"

"So...... Loulan listens to the wind ......"

"It's not Loulan's wind ...... that listens"

"It's people!"