From reading between the lines of this cultivation secret method, Shen Xiu also learned from it that the one used to raise the sword was not anything else, but the essence blood of the cultivator.

Day by day, he is nourished by the essence and blood, and he goes deep into the heart of the sword, and over time, he fits with his own soul, so as to achieve the power of the sword that moves freely in the follow-up, like an arm.

Judging from the methods recorded in these records, it seems that this is not an orthodox cultivation method, but a side path that has opened up a new path.

It's just that its source can't be investigated, and Wang Xuefeng was also grabbed and crushed by him that day and night, and he had no questions and nowhere to know.

After taking Wang Xuefeng's imperial envoy sword before, Shen Xiu looked at it carefully, this blood sword was not wide, it could be slender and slender.

There is a delicate air that can't come out all over the body.

The entire sword body is only three feet and three inches long, and I don't know what kind of material it is forged from, it is very hard, and the whole body is a relatively deep dark green.

The hilt of the sword, and even the sharp edge, are so deep and dark.

On the dark green spine of the sword, if you look down, you can see some fine blood-red traces winding and climbing in it, which looks like the flowing blood vessels of the human body.

There was a faint smell of blood.

Just looking at it, it exudes a seeping atmosphere.

Although it was full of a certain cold meaning, being able to withstand Shen Xiu's several violent fist attacks without shattering and damaging it had already proved the extraordinary tenacity of this black sword.

With a sword flower in his hand and a look searching on the street, Shen Xiu got up and returned to the courtyard of Yunji Pharmacy.

Placing the black sword on the table in the courtyard, according to the method recorded in the sword cultivation technique, he took out a thin needle and pierced it into his finger, and then squeezed out a few drops of blood beads on the sword body.

A few drops of blood fell, and the tough black sword body exuded a faint flush.

Then, like an absorbent sponge, it absorbed the few drops of red blood.

Other than that, there was no other movement.

For the rest of the time, Shen Xiu practiced the exercises according to the record of the sword cultivation technique, and after some tossing, he still did not establish the induction of that place, so far Shen Xiu was not discouraged.

The cultivation of the exercises is not something that can be progressed overnight, and the test is continuous and persistent.

After this situation lasted for three years, Shen Xiu's spiritual platform suddenly trembled slightly, and finally had a vague connection with the black sword.

The connection is thin and fragile, intermittent and quickly undetectable.

Don't do anything about Edgeworth's power.

However, compared to the previous side, which was as immovable as a stone, this kind of progress is already much better.

After a few days, Baiyun Pharmacy closed silently, and the personnel were nowhere to be found, and the matter in Feng'an Town had come to an end.

In this case, Shen Xiu stayed for a few days, and after finding that there was nothing else, he informed the shopkeeper Chen of the pharmacy, left Feng'an Town, followed Fengshan Road, and began to return home.

……

The sky was dark and dreary, and dark clouds covered the entire dome.

The whole world has fallen into a dim and gloomy situation, which is extremely depressing for people's souls.

At this moment, the rain fell suddenly, the rain poured down, and the rain curtain obscured the sight, as if the dome had broken a big mouth, pouring the turbulent water of the human river.

In the shallows of the river, a figure dressed in a green shirt and carrying a pitch-black sword flew over the lush weeds on the edge of the riverbank.

The corners of the clothes are flying, and the wind is hunting.

The whole body was dry, and it didn't seem to have been affected by such heavy rain.

If you have good eyesight, you will be able to see that an inch away from the person's body, there is an imperceptible layer of diaphragm, which isolates the heavy rain from the diaphragm.

Look at this man's face.

It was Shen Xiu who had left Feng'an Town before.

After just leaving for two days, he encountered such a drifting heavy rain before he could do it, which was also a scene that Shen Xiu never expected.

It is also the effect of this protective energy that continues to appear, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid that the whole body would be wet and drenched by the torrential rain.

But it can't last long to act like this, and the true qi of the body and the strength of this heavy rain are obviously one of the few heavy rains in spring that last longer.

It was also Shen Xiu's true qi accumulation that was already abundant, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold on for such a long time.

Even so, if you are seen by ordinary martial cultivators, you have to be extravagant.

Flying for a while, Shen Xiu continued to hurry, the scene of heavy rain pouring, the road was slippery and muddy, and it was not an obstacle to the trip.

In this way, Shen Xiu was also a little tired.

He looked up at the black clouds that were crushing the city, and as far as he could see, there were still patches of black clouds rolling, and he didn't know where to spread.

How can there be a stick of incense from the moment to the present, but this torrential rain at this moment has not seen any trend of shrinking at all, as if there is no end to the fall like this.

"It's time to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Shen Xiu's eyes patrolled in all directions, and continued to run north, and after walking for a distance, the dark realm in the distance finally began to flash the outline of a faint village.

The rain curtain obscures the sun, and the situation in the distance is not enough to see

As the figure approached, the situation of the village in the distance clearly appeared in front of him.

Shen Xiu looked at it intently, and saw that near the village, some people were gathered on the edge of the turbulent river, and they didn't know what they were doing.

When he arrived, Shen Xiu found that at this time, on the edge of the riverbank in the rainstorm, there was a black and old desk displayed quite strangely.

On the desk, there are pigs' heads, cattle and sheep and other rich tributes, and at the same time, more than a dozen villagers kneel and kowtow behind the desk, not knowing what they are kneeling and worshipping.

It seems to be doing a ritual, but it's not like it.

Thinking that these should be the villagers in the village in front of him, Shen Xiu also stopped and waited.

The ritual continued, and there were people beside him who threw the rich offerings into the roaring river without hesitation, and then continued to put things on the table, in addition to all kinds of good meat, and all kinds of rare fruits.

These tributes are probably also a lot of the belongings in these villagers' houses.

On and on, and on, and on, the fairness on the desk staggered and stayed with each other, and everything was not much different, until at last, the man next to him carried a vegetable basket with a complicated face.

There was something wrapped in rags in the vegetable basket, and then Shen Xiu heard a cry, where was the tribute, it was clearly a child who didn't know if it was full-term.