Jiang Ye got up, stuck the sword made of peony into the branch of the welcoming pine, and said, "You and I have no fate, you are so weak, it is useless to follow me, why don't I put you here and wait for someone who is destined to take you away, how about it?"

The sword seemed to weep again.

Jiang Ye said: "You can follow me, but since I am your master, you naturally have to listen to me, if I want you to kill, you will kill people; If I want you to die, you have to die, and if you don't obey, I'll throw you back into the sword pool, understand? ”

The sword heart was simple, and when he heard that he could follow him, he happily agreed.

Jiang Ye said: "Very good."

Jiang Ye said to the golden lightning sword again, "I hope you can be obedient too."

The sword ignored him.

Jiang Ye smiled, placed it on the edge of the cliff, and said, "If you don't obey, I'll throw you down from here."

Jiang Ye let go of his hand and grabbed it again, the golden lightning sword looked treacherous, and Jiang Ye didn't look like he was joking, so he could only bow his head and be a subordinate.

Jiang Ye looked at Jian Chi and said, "I'll fish you out one day."

He also named two swords, the golden lightning sword was ordered by him to chase electricity, and the peony sword he gave many names, such as Zhu Xian, Killing God, Open Heaven, Chixiao, and Longquan. But none of them are satisfied. Jiang Ye thought that its sword spirit was a peony flower, so he took it as a peony, and the sword was extremely happy when he heard the name.

Jiang Ye picked up two swords and went to look for Su Rong's figure, but he was nowhere to be found, only a copy of "Imperial Sword Technique" was on the ground.

"Do you want me to go back to Edgeworth?" Jiang Ye opened the sword technique and muttered to himself.

"Whoever wants to resist the sword, he must communicate with the sword heart." The sword recipe begins with this read.

The first chapter is the method of dripping blood to recognize the master, and the book says that the weaker the sword spirit, the easier it is to communicate with the master, and the powerful sword spirit may devour the master.

So Jiang Ye sat cross-legged according to the method in the book, put the peony in front of him, slashed his right palm with the finger of the sword, and dripped blood on the peony sword. Jiang Ye communicated with his divine sense, and the Peony Sword was also trying his best to cater to Jiang Ye, and he soon felt that his divine sense and sword were integrated, and the whole process was extremely smooth.

Jiang Ye couldn't laugh or cry, the book said that the sword and the master communicated with the master, which meant that he gave his life to the master, and it was inevitable that there would be some resistance, and he also taught how to use his divine sense to deter, induce, or directly suppress the sword spirit, but he didn't expect Peony to be extremely obedient and very cooperative with him, so there was no difficulty in the whole process.

"Shall you say that you are obedient? Still spineless? Jiang Ye said to the peony.

At the same time, the true qi in his body also changed, and it was gradually condensing into water droplets. After his great consummation, he always missed an opportunity to break through to the Zen realm, and he always felt that something was missing, it turned out to be the aura fed back by the sword.

After communicating with the sword, the aura on the peony sword flowed to him somewhat, so the true qi in his dantian also changed. Jiang Ye sits on the pan and breathes, and the true qi in the body circulates through the twelve meridians, circulating according to the week.

All the true qi he inhaled in his body was transformed into true liquid, and it was not until the true qi in the dantian gradually stabilized, and there was only a vast ocean of true sea, and Jiang Ye got up.

Jiang Ye made sword fingers according to the method of sword technique, and used the divine sword, although Peony listened to his words, but it was difficult for him to control the rise and fall of the sword. After practicing for a few hours, the cold wind on the top of the mountain blew his hands and feet cold, and he trembled all over, and the peony seemed to be unable to toss. So Jiang Ye carried two swords down, hoping to ask for some help from the person who lived in the wooden house.

When he came to the wooden house, there was no one inside and outside, Jiang Ye didn't dare to move, so he had to sit at the door and wait.

A woodcutter at the bottom of the peak carried firewood up the mountain and sang: "The mountains are long and the water is long, and the clouds are misty and the roads are vast." Where I belong is only on this peak. ”

Jiang Ye hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Senior."

"If you are not diligent in the four bodies, you will not be able to distinguish between the five grains, who is your senior." The man looked at him, unloaded the firewood in front of the hut, and then took up the axe and began to chop wood.

Jiang Ye stepped forward and said, "Senior, let me come."

So he snatched the axe from his hand, picked up the firewood, and began to chop. It's just that this firewood is as hard as iron, Jiang Ye urged the true qi, and it took two hours to chop the firewood, and his wrists were sore. At the same time, he also knew that this person was not simple, he was about a hermit.

To the south of the hut there is a raised stone cliff with a vegetable furrow and a chicken coop surrounded by a fence in the middle. At this time, the man was hoeing, and Jiang Ye stood with his hands over.

At dusk, the man carried a hoe and invited Jiang Ye to his house as a guest, and killed chickens to make millet for him to eat. Jiang Ye didn't want to touch mundane things again, but he was afraid of annoying the hermit, so he could only eat it.

The man took out another jar of wine and drank it with Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye could only drink it, and he had to praise it, "I will have to drink three hundred cups, and I will pour it empty." ”

After drinking the wine, Jiang Ye only felt that the cold air spread from his whole body, and he was extremely comfortable. After both of them were a little drunk, Jiang Ye talked to him a lot. The man only said that the disciples who came in the past had no eyesight, and would only wait stupidly to ask him, and his ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and he was driven out. And his name is Zhao Qian, and he is here to watch this peak. But as long as Jiang Ye mentioned Sword Pond, he would never know about it.

The two drank and talked freely, and they didn't fall asleep until the second watch, Jiang Ye sneaked out, only to see the waning moon clear, the clouds and mist drifting, and Jiang Ye still practiced "Imperial Sword Technique" by the moonlight. I don't know if it's the credit of that meal, Jiang Ye became more and more focused on the control of the sword.

At noon on the second day, Zhao Qian still went down the mountain to chop firewood after feeding the chickens, Jiang Ye took a look, and the firewood he cut every day was only enough for one day.

So Jiang Ye accompanied him down the mountain and came to a forest, where he saw flocks of firs. Jiang Ye took out the chasing lightning, wanting to cut more for him.

Zhao Qian hurriedly shouted: "What are you cutting it for?"

Jiang Ye said: "Cut some more, you can keep it."

"Today is not enough, you can come back tomorrow to get it, if you cut too much, won't you have nothing to do tomorrow." Zhao Qian said sharply.

Jiang Ye was speechless, and could only say: "The predecessor has taught the lesson, and the disciple has remembered it."

So he could only follow him, Zhao Qian cut down a tree and had to rest for a moment or three, drink the spring water by the stream when he was thirsty, and go to fetch some dates and peaches when he was hungry. Jiang Ye fooled around with him for a day, and still killed chickens to entertain him at night.

Jiang Ye looked at his surplus grain and the remaining dozen chickens, and realized that he should leave as soon as possible. So he stepped up his practice at night, and when it was dawn, he left the sword.

Zhao Qian slept until the third pole of the sun, and on the second day, he got up in a daze to find water to drink, walked to the door, and saw a firewood left by Jiang Ye, which was engraved: Disciple Jiang Ye remembers the kindness of his predecessors, and he must bring Liuxia to drink with his predecessors in the future.

Zhao Qian glanced at it and smiled: "That's it."