There is rain in Yicheng today, heavy dark clouds can be seen on Tiantai Mountain, thunder can be heard, and the rain curtain can be seen in the sky, but the sun is still shining.

Zong Yang stood on the eagle's beak boulder, and did not visualize the sun, but stared blankly at the two identical crosses. It's a pity that he has been watching it for so long, and he still feels that it is just the word of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, and he can't find the way, and the only feeling is that he has no black jacket, and his body feels a little cold.

Mu Tian came over with wine and said, "Words are dead." ”

Zong Yang's mind flashed the sword of the strong man of the Red Mountain Gate on the wasteland, the sword of the old housekeeper of the Red Sleeve Building, and the sword of Mu Tian and Shen Yu yesterday, they had one thing in common, he seemed to be standing in front of a closed window, as long as he pushed it open, he could appreciate a new realm.

"Big brother, what is the sword?"

Mu Tian was not surprised by Zong Yang's question, and he carried the wine gourd and said eloquently like an old master: "The sword is the sword, the human sword, the human sword, the human sword, into the sword." This realm can only be cultivated when you reach the realm of awakening spirits, but this eternal truth is a fart to you. To put it simply, practicing the sword is like a circle, whose sword draws a circle, the more flawless the sword, the more unrivaled the wrestling, if you can draw a true circle, it is the threshold of entering the sword. ”

"Of course, this circle is not the other." When Mu Tiandao was round, what came to mind was the chest of Shen Yu.

"Yes." What's even more ironic is that Zong Yang actually understood, but the circle he understood was the circle of the square circle, not the circle of the sinking fish.

"After entering the sword, there is the sword intent, although these two realms are out of the Jue Ling Realm, they are in the same vein, and they will be able to practice if they do not enter the Jue Ling Realm. There is a saying that the sword intent is difficult, and it is hard to practice Jiazi to catch the moon in the water. Once attained, there was no one in the realm of Jue Ling. ”

"Sword intent, in addition to relying on dripping stones to pierce and practice swords until you vomit, the most important thing is to rely on the explosion of character to have an epiphany. The former is the road, the latter is life, yesterday the little Nizi can have an epiphany, the time and place are indispensable, the two crosses are from Jiang Baxian, this little Nizi is practicing the Jiang family's swordsmanship, the two are out of the same way, it is reasonable to have an epiphany, but it is outside of common sense. You two are a freak and a wonder, if you can practice by looking at a visualization map casually, and you can have an epiphany by looking at a cross at will, then the land immortals in this world will not be the same price as pickles and radishes, flying around the sky like birdmen. ”

Mu Tian complained, his throat was dry, he picked up the wine gourd and poured a few sips, and suddenly laughed at himself, saying that people are freaks and wonders, and he is not either! After some confusion, he remembered the business he had come here, beckoned to Zongyang, and motioned to go back to the broken courtyard with him.

As soon as the courtyard was broken, Mu Tian showed his right hand and shook it towards Zong Yang, his mouth snuggling towards the black quaint ring on his ring finger.

Zong Yang didn't say anything.

Mu Tian explained: "This is the Ten Directions Ring, which has the power of mustard seeds and Sumeru, and there is space in it for storage. ”

Zong Yang's curiosity was not as much as Mu Tian expected.

I don't know the goods, and of course I don't understand his preciousness.

"Saying this is to let you be mentally prepared and optimistic!" Mu Tian said to take a step back, smiled inexplicably, and shouted: "Hurry like a law, out!" ”

Two rays of light, one white and one black, flashed out of the Ten Directions Ring with an extremely fast speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and suddenly turned into two figures standing on Mu Tian's left and right. On the left is a woman dressed in white, with a big ponytail and a Hua Dan mask on her face. On the right is the black-armored general, holding a cloud-patterned giant sword, two heads taller than Mu Tian, like a hill, with black hair tied up with a hairpin, dressed as a Taoist, and also wearing a red-faced and mighty face. The expressions of the two faces are lifelike, but their eyes are closed, Hua Dan's face is gentle and smiling, the general's face is not angry and self-assured, and the big Taiji diagram on his forehead is particularly intimidating.

Zong Yang could see that neither of them was alive, because their exposed hands were puppet knuckles, and they were also engraved with dense red runes.

"These two puppet soldiers have been with me for many years, they were left by the predecessors of the Daomen thousands of years ago, the white ones are called Xiao Bai, and the black ones are called Xiao Hei." Mu Tian introduced like a few treasures.

Zong Yang listened to the old Taoist of dice when he was a child, and said all kinds of strange Taoism, the orthodox ones are astrology and fortune telling, yellow and white alchemy, rune arts, Xuanjin techniques, etc., and the crooked ones are witchcraft, alchemy, exorcism, etc., among which he has also heard the story of the immortals scattering beans into soldiers, and seeing Mu Tian summon two puppet soldiers, if he didn't know the Ten Directions Ring in advance, he really thought it was a Taoist technique conjured out of thin air.

"You can hold a sword now, I'm afraid that you will be bored in the mountains, you can choose one to practice with you." Mu Tian's figure fell, leaning on Xiao Hei, who was like the King of Fudo Ming, and asked. If his senior brother heard these words again, it is estimated that he will be so angry that his crotch hurts, the strength of the two puppet soldiers is comparable to that of a land immortal, and it is a double treasure in the door.

"Just him." Regardless of whether Mu Tian was hinting or not, Zong Yang chose the Black Armor General, for him, it was always awkward to fight with a female puppet soldier.

Mu Tian put away Xiaobai, turned around and went to the small hall to get the sword for Zong Yang, waited for the sword, sat down on the ground, no longer touched the wine gourd on the side, and looked intently at the broken courtyard below.

"Kara—"

The black-armored general moved, and his arms forcefully plunged the cloud-patterned giant sword into the ground, stirring up a piece of rubble, and Zong Yang made a sword pose, ready to face the battle. Unexpectedly, an absurd scene happened, the black-armored general actually stretched up with one hand, crossed his waist with the other, did warm-up exercises left and right, and finally twisted his ass with both hands on his waist.

"I haven't moved for a long time, I'll give Xiao Hei activity to move his muscles and bones first." Mu Tian said in the rear.

Zong Yang had a black line on his forehead, so he had to put away his sword and stand relaxed, bored.

"Look at the sword!" The sudden sound was faster than the lightning outside.

Mu Tian controlled the black armor general to draw his sword with one hand, step on the ground with one foot, and rush towards Zongyang like thunder, seizing the opportunity to get down the cloud pattern giant sword and slash it in the air with the momentum of opening the mountain.

The sword in Zong Yang's hand is more than one size larger than the ordinary sword, but it can be like an embroidery needle in front of the cloud pattern giant sword, but he knows that Mu Tian must have considered his strength, so he still took out the sword to pick it up, because he wanted to test the strength of the black armor general is now, but as soon as he swung the sword upward, the cloud pattern giant sword was in one hand, and the black armor general turned into a backhand holding the sword and cut horizontally.

This change of move was used with lightning speed, which was completely inconsistent with the figure of the black armor general, and Zong Yang was caught off guard and had to retreat sharply.

The cloud pattern giant sword slashed with a strong wind, and the tip of the sword still cut through the epidermis of Zong Yang's lower abdomen, leaving a palm-length blood line.

The black armor general bullied Zong Yang's body with his feet as the axis one after another, although the cloud pattern giant sword was not threatening, but after it turned back, it pinched the sword with his left hand and took out the sword finger, and one finger slammed into Zong Yang's chest and abdomen.

This finger is also into the sword!

A wooden branch!

Zong Yang flew out of the broken courtyard with blood, flew through the wooden door, and fell into the open space that was not close to the cliff. With that finger just now, behind the explosive power contained the most profound meaning of the sword, and he deeply understood it.

"Boom-"

The black-armored general chased after him, because the wooden door was a little short for it, and it directly smashed through the door frame and the top of the door in the posture of a dragon out of the hole, and in an instant, the wood chips and mud and stones shot out, and it soared in the air, and the cloud pattern giant sword was cut down in the air.

If the first sword is a new acquaintance, then this sword Zongyang has psychological baggage, is this sword real or virtual? !

Because the heart is chaotic, the sword is chaotic.

Into the sword flawed,

Defeated.

This time, the cloud pattern giant sword cut Zong Yang's chest, but in fact, this sword is real.

……

Mu Tian carried Zong Yang, who was almost unconscious, through the broken courtyard, his face was calm, but there was an unbearable expression in his eyes: "If you play at home, it will be boring, so every time, you have to risk your life to fight." Although you will not die, the pain of a serious injury will not be pleasant. ”

Zong Yang's eyes were about to close, but he shot out a light that would not retreat, and he responded, "Okay!" ”