Could it be ...... In the past, it was wrong to pursue gorgeous moves, to be like Chen Rulong, to make the swordsmanship simple?

No, it's not rustic, it's back to basics!

When this thought popped up in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's mind, he couldn't extricate himself anymore!

Obsessed with kendo for more than twenty-eight years, he is known as a kendo genius, but he has never been truly recognized by the Xuanyuan family!

All the elders said that his swordsmanship was too gorgeous and flashy, and he couldn't comprehend the true meaning of kendo at all and become a real sword cultivator.

Swordsmen and sword cultivators, the difference between one word and the difference is thousands of miles.

What flows in the body of the sword cultivator is the true qi of the sword, every grass and tree can be a sword, just like Chen Rulong, a soft sword can also play a miraculous effect!

Finally, Xuanyuan Jingcheng came to his senses.

Just as he was about to be carried into the ambulance, he suddenly endured the pain and went deep into his buttocks, swished out the iron sword, and immediately stood up and took two steps to try.

There were no injuries, just the wounds that had broken open.

The guard of the Xuanyuan family panicked: "Young master, you can't draw your sword indiscriminately, we have to go to the hospital and let the doctor treat the wound!" ”

"Not necessarily."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng rolled over from the ambulance and sat up, returned to his car and took out the box containing the blood jade unicorn, and limped back to the ring.

At this time, Dongfang Yuan threw himself into Chen Rulong's arms and said happily: "Brother, you are so powerful, you are simply my idol!" ”

With a soft and delicate body, Chen Rulong's cheeks were flushed, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, "What, fate, I'm not embarrassed if you are like this." ”

"Oh, my brother and I don't have to pay attention to this, we won't be shy when we get used to it in the future."

Dongfang Yuan held Chen Rulong's hand, extremely excited.

When she saw Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was covering her ass and limping forward, she raised her chin proudly, "What, I was beaten by my brother and I was not convinced, and I still want to challenge again?" ”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng ignored Dongfang Yuan.

In the past, he only had women in his heart and only the reputation of being the number one in kendo, but now that he has lost these two things, they have become transparent.

He walked straight to Chen Rulong and handed over the big box with the blood jade unicorn in his arms, "You won me, I am convinced, this is what you deserve." ”

After taking the box and opening it, Chen Rulong suddenly found that there was a jasper inside it, and the unicorn with teeth and claws open, couldn't help but clench his fists towards Xuanyuan Jingcheng, "Thank you." ”

"Mr. Chen, the Blood Jade Qilin has already given it to you. But I have a reluctant request, and I hope you can fulfill it! ”

Chen Rulong, who was on the rise, promised with a mouthful of promises: "As long as you propose, I will try my best to do it." ”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng Zhengse said: "I am willing to use the top swordsmanship of the Xuanyuan family to exchange with your swordsmanship!" ”

"Now I feel that I am only one last step away from being a swordsman to a sword cultivator!"

Chen Rulong took out the sword book to ward off evil spirits from his arms, and handed it to Xuanyuan Jingcheng casually, while not forgetting to instruct: "Actually, my swordsmanship is all small skills of carving insects, you can just take a look." ”

"As for your Xuanyuan family's sword spectrum, I don't need it."

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, there is a sentence you have to remember: sword cultivation cannot be confined to form, but to be confined to God, the obsession is too deep, and it is difficult to enter the avenue."

As a senior Taishang Xuan Xiu, Chen Rulong knows the truth of the simplicity of the Great Dao, and the words he said to Xuanyuan Jingcheng can be said to have hit the root of his illness.

As for whether Xuanyuan Jingcheng can understand it, it depends on his creation.

But Xuanyuan Jingcheng didn't care too much about Chen Rulong's words, but was full of joy holding the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and after saying thank you, he left happily.

Looking at the back of Xuanyuan Jingcheng leaving, Dongfang Yuan asked curiously: "Brother, do you think he can become a sword cultivator?" ”

Chen Rulong sighed, "He is arrogant, and he says that he wants to be a sword cultivator, but he wants to be praised and recognized by everyone." ”

"I told him that he didn't have to stick to the sword spectrum, but he held my sword spectrum like a treasure, and he couldn't wait to go back to practice now and become as strong as me."

"A person with fanatical obsessions like this will definitely achieve something, but it will also be difficult to enter the avenue."

……

Chen Rulong's words were unfortunately said.

After returning to his sword dojo, Xuanyuan Jingcheng immediately dispersed everyone, and sat cross-legged in the center of the square with red eyes, carefully flipping the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

Hey? How did the first few pages stick together?

In order to better read the sword spectrum, Xuanyuan Jingcheng took a bamboo strip and carefully unfolded it one page at a time.

It was only after the pages had been smoothed out that he began to study voraciously.

On the first page, there are several big characters that read: If you want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace.

From the palace!?

Xuanyuan Jingcheng glanced at his crotch, then at the book, thinking of Chen Rulong's performance on the field today, and thinking of himself who was embarrassed and defeated.

Damn, if a man is not cruel to himself, how can he be called a man.

Fight!

When this idea came to mind, Xuanyuan Jingcheng had completely thrown Chen Rulong's sentence "don't stick to the form" to the back of his mind.

Drawing the dagger, he heard a snort, and a flash of blood flashed under his crotch.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng was in such pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately grabbed the hemostatic medicine and painkiller from the medicine box he carried, and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

Half an hour later, the bleeding stopped, and his face was finally less ugly.

"Whew, I can finally get stronger!"

With ardent hope, Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned the second page, and there were also eight words on it - if you don't go to the palace, you can also practice.

In an instant, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face turned pale like two slices of bread.

He continued to turn the pages in trepidation.

Page 3: From the palace is not from the palace, and it has little to do with swordsmanship.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng completely passed out.