Half an hour later.

The pain on my body gradually disappeared.

He Ying's consciousness gradually recovered.

He gasped and looked at the sword spirit that had already manifested...... Xiao Nizi is not bad-looking.

When I moved, I only felt that my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my clothes stuck to my skin, and I felt very uncomfortable.

However, He Ying could feel that his body had undergone a qualitative transformation, and his whole body was full of strength, and after this power was consumed, it would automatically generate and provide a steady stream to his limbs.

He Ying subconsciously waved the bronze sword, and a red sword light emerged from the tip of the bronze sword, directly cutting through the ground, leaving a deep ravine.

He Ying was dumbfounded, he didn't use any force at all, just waved lightly.

Sword Spirit said: "Master, you have obtained the inheritance of the Sword God in this stone, but because your own strength is not strong enough, you can't fully use the power of the Sword God, at most you can use fifty percent, and this fifty percent is already very powerful, even if it is an A-level powerhouse...... You can't fight, but you can run away. ”

This reminded He Ying of Wei Yuan of Langya Pavilion, and with his move, he broke through the void, either B-level or A-level...... As for the S-level, it shouldn't be, the Langya Pavilion Master is the S-level, he is the Langya Pavilion Master's subordinate, and he wants to come to the highest A-level.

But it's okay, I stole the Nine Abyss Sword of Langya Pavilion, as long as I didn't come from the pavilion master, I could get out.

What's the panic about?

With this Nine Abyss Sword, you can't click and kill indiscriminately when you enter the dungeon?

He Ying stood up and asked, "Did you devour that sword in the stone?" ”

"Yes, it's not devouring, it's fusion, I've just turned into a human form now, and my strength is still very weak and I can't devour it, and now I'm both a bronze ancient sword and a sword in stone."

He Ying nodded, and then looked at the first layer of the Sword Domain.

The woman in the plain skirt was already standing at the door of the second floor with her hands behind her back.

He Ying walked over and saluted: "Thank you, Sister Jianyu." ”

"Thank me for what?"

"If you hadn't made a move just now, I'm afraid my life would have been lost."

He Ying is not stupid, he woke up just now and had no injuries on his body at all, can this be normal?

When is it not a painful death to live?

The woman in the plain skirt did not admit it: "The name of this sword is 'Zheng'a', the owner of this sword has been gone for a hundred years, and the sword intent has almost dissipated, but in your world, it is enough to save your life." ”

"The owner of this sword was upright in his life, he was a gentleman, and his sword was the same, so he named it 'Zheng'a', don't do things that go against your own morality, and don't harm people's hearts, otherwise this sword will leave you, and if it is serious, it will destroy you."

He Ying nodded solemnly.

"Okay, you've successfully passed this first layer of the Sword Domain, and there are still eight layers to follow."

After speaking, the figure of the woman in the plain skirt flashed and disappeared at the door of the second floor.

He Ying thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Sword Spirit, can you send me up?" ”

"Yes."

The sword spirit came over and grabbed He Ying's hand, and He Ying suddenly felt a force dragging him to fly.

Up to the second floor, He Ying entered, the furnishings were very simple, a chess game in the middle, two stone benches, and after the chess game, a wooden table with a wood-colored sword box on it.

And above the chess game, a soft white light sprinkled down, illuminating the entire chess game.

On the side of the chess game, a white-bearded old man in a green shirt sat in front of the chess game, meditating.

At this time, the woman in the plain skirt appeared at the railing on the third floor: "Mr. Win the national hand, you can get this sword." ”

He Ying was silent, and then walked over.

The white-bearded old man looked up at He Ying, and then showed a kind smile: "The old man has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

He Ying saluted, then sat down.

There was a pair of endgames neatly placed on the chess game, and He Ying glanced at it and knew that it was Go.

In college, He Ying joined the Go club at school...... After three months of study, I quit, although it was only three months, but I also knew a little about Go.

Go originated in Daxia, said to be made by Di Yao, recorded in the period of the station, and then introduced to the cherry blossom country through Chaoxian County, and finally spread to foreign countries, Go contains the rich connotation of Daxia culture, it is the embodiment of Daxia culture and civilization.

But Go is not so easy to play, not to mention that the white-bearded old man in front of him is still a national player, and if he wants to win, I am afraid it will be a hundred times more difficult than the first layer of the sword domain.

But since you've come here, where is the reason to leave without the next handful?

He Ying sat down.

Mr. Kunkute holds the white seed, and he holds the black seed.

Sunspots go first, and post last.

He Ying took out a son and fell.

The white-bearded old man smiled and fell unhurriedly.

He Ying went down again.

The white-bearded old man still followed unhurriedly.

Until the eighth son fell, He Ying picked up another sunspot, but his movements froze.

Looking at the chess game, he was stunned for seven or eight seconds, and then let go, and the sunspot fell into the box.

"I lost."

The white-bearded old man was still smiling: "Come again?" ”

He Ying paused for two seconds and said, "Okay." ”

Five minutes later......

"Again?"

“…… Good. ”

Six minutes later......

"Again?"

"Good!"

Seven minutes later......

Eight minutes later......

Ten minutes later......

After the last game, He Ying got up and saluted: "It's not too early, I have to go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow to play against Mr. Guoju." ”

The white-bearded old man laughed and said, "Okay." ”

He Ying turned to leave.

After he left, the woman in the plain skirt appeared and sat in He Ying's place.

"Well, this kid is really okay, right?"

The white-bearded old man still smiled: "Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, a good seedling." ”

The woman in the plain skirt blinked: "How do you compare with those people before?" ”

The white-bearded old man looked at her, didn't speak, and lowered his head to clean up the mess.

"Accompany the old man for the next game?"

"It's been down for 500 years, and it's not going down."

After saying that, the woman in the plain skirt turned to leave.

The white-bearded old man smiled helplessly, and then got up himself......

……

Here, He Ying opened his eyes, and it was still dark outside.

I looked at my phone, it was already three o'clock in the morning!

It's so late! Hurry up and go to bed.

……

I got up at twelve o'clock in the morning the next day, and I still fried the medicine after eating.

Seeing that the medicinal herbs brought back had been cooked, He Ying was satisfied with pouring the medicinal residue into the clean hourglass, and then tied it up.

I rummaged through the house and couldn't find the smoke stove, so I thought about it and took my phone out of the house.

There should be a small smoke stove for sale in the town, and now the medicine for internal use has been boiled, and with external fumigation, it will be able to cure my father's leg disease in a few days.

Lock the door, go to Xuanyuzhai's house, and push the door...... Didn't push it away.

"Who?"

There was a few commotions in the room.

"Hello craftsman, will you follow me to the street?"

"Fuck off, sister."

A few seconds later, Xuan Yuzhai opened the door.

He Ying walked in with a wicked smile and glanced at the pillow on his bed: "It's really not good, I'll buy you an impulse doll, your pillow is really eight lifetimes of blood mold with you, don't you feel unpleasant when you sleep at night?" ”

"You just ...... to the pillow," Xuan Yuzhai scolded, "Talking about business, what are you doing on the street?" ”

"Buy a smoke stove and treat my dad, will you? Anyway, it's okay for you to be at home, go out for a walk more, and see if the black silk or something is better than being a craftsman? ”

Xuan Yuzhai was beaten to death and refused to admit it: ", Lao Tzu is so handsome and needs to be a craftsman?" They'll have to line up as long as I want. ”

"Is it 300 for one person?"

“…… Your uncle. ”