It's snowing here today. So little snow, like salt.

"Zong Changkong has been back. ”

The sword intent in the sword marks must not have been left for a thousand years.

Pay attention from the beginning, and vaguely find the order, not only not far away, but also from weak to strong.

After concentrating on it, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his concentration went from weak to strong. The faint first sword mark, he seemed to see a disciple of the Xuan Realm who was cultivating hard and was quite anxious to achieve success.

Obviously, the first time Zong Changkong came to the Yin Wind Cave, he was already a disciple of the Xuan Realm.

The previous few sword marks were in an impetuous mood, and obviously failed to bring much benefit to Zong Changkong. After that, the fifth sword mark was obviously disordered, and Tan Weiran vaguely felt from the sword intent that it seemed that Zong Changkong had gone mad because he was in a hurry.

After that, from the perspective of the sword intent, Zong Changkong vaguely came to the eleventh sword mark, and he understood it, and the sword intent obviously precipitated.

In the twenty-third sword intent, there was a little bit of excitement, as if he had obtained good results in the sect competition, so he was elated. After that, there were more than 20 sword intents, which may seem nothing to others, but they could read the frivolity in them.

In the fifty-first sword intent, Tan Weiran clearly captured the frustration, and the trance seemed to be visible, Zong Changkong participated in the sect competition again, but he sank into the sand and lost his name.

The more than forty sword intents since then were full of frustration and incomprehension, and it was obvious that Zong Changkong had been troubled by his previous defeat in the following years.

Until Article 99 was full of exhilarating sword intent, and Tan Weiran could see it, the young Sect Changkong had been boiling for a few years, and finally became excited. This fluctuation seemed to give Zong Changkong a great feeling, and the more than 100 sword intents behind him were quite stable.

Until the two hundred and forty-eighth sword intent, it seemed to be unremarkable. Tan Weiran can vaguely feel a different emotion in it.

The trace of emotion in the sword intent gradually became clear and stronger. It is self-confidence, but also arrogance. The change from self-confidence to arrogance was imperceptible, and Zong Changkong at that time failed to notice the change in mood at all.

When he came to more than 800 sword intents, he suddenly changed from arrogance to extreme depression. Tan Weiran can feel that the emotional changes in it seem to be a fiasco, or even seriously injured, after encountering a strong enemy outside.

Since then, there has been a large blank space on this stone wall. It seems to show that after Zong Changkong returned from a fiasco at that time, he was so depressed that he no longer even had self-confidence.

The sword marks started again on the second stone wall, talking about the feeling of Weiran, the sadness and resentment of falling from a genius to an ordinary person, and a little gratitude to a certain elder, as if he was inspired by a certain elder.

I don't know how much time has passed and how much has happened in Zong Changkong's depression to his reinvigoration. Since then, more than 1,000 sword intents have all recorded Zong Changkong's mental path at that time.

Depressed, uplifting. Depressed again, invigorated again. Disappointment, despair, hope. The cycle goes on and on. The struggle of an ordinary warrior is narrated in the sword intent.

The sect did not ban the deeds of the sect Changkong, and it was vaguely a tacit acquiescence that the sect did something wrong back then. It is also because Zong Changkong himself is not a genius, nor is he a person with outstanding talent, with relatively ordinary qualifications, he has walked out of a legendary life. The sect hopes that the legend of the sect can inspire the disciples of the sect.

With the monitoring token, after forcibly surviving a gloomy storm. Tan Weiran came to the third stone wall, and the sword intent on it had gradually exuded an indestructible will to seek the Tao.

Like back then, after Tan Weiran walked a million miles on his feet, nothing could shake his will. Even ahead, it is a thousand cliffs, it is a broken vacuum, and it can't stop his heart to ask.

It takes a long time for some people to achieve this ambition, some people need to have insight in a lifetime, and some people need to have a major setback. ...,

This path is a genius, a peerless genius, and there is nothing to rely on.

This is the way of inquiry.

Sinking into the fourth stone wall, there are few sword marks on it, and there are only five in total.

The first sword intent, magnificent, like a peak standing alone in the midst of ten thousand mountains, is not arrogant at this time, but the self-confidence of the world. Zong Changkong passed the road of conscience safely.

The second sword intent, what came to his face was the killing intent and grief of Ling Jiutian. Talking about Weiran in a trance, when the sect was worried about internal and external troubles, and when the sect was born out of thin air, and killed the strongest enemy, he hated it so much and mixed with monstrous killing intent.

The third sword intent became soft and complex, with joy, sorrow, anger and sorrow. The sect took the initiative to approve the establishment of the branch of Xiaofeng, and the meaning of rejection was extremely obvious. Zong Changkong was sad and angry, but he was also faintly happy that he had established a Dao system.

The fourth sword intent came to the face with the emotional impact of the liver and intestines, and it was even more sad than dead. Zong Changkong returned after hundreds of years of absence, and the Xiaofeng he set up was plotted and declined. The sadness and anger can be imagined.

The fifth sword intent is no longer necessary.

Talking about Weiran has been silent for a long time, and the previous sword intent has always run through Zong Changkong's strong feelings for the sect, as well as loyalty. It was the sect that broke the sect's empty heart first!

Fairness!

Tan Weiran smiled lightly, full of ridicule.

If your heart is crooked, how can you correct it!

Tan Weiran picked up his mood, looked up at a blank stone wall, his heart fluctuated, he knew the intention of Zong Changkong's return, and guessed what Zong Changkong left here.

Close your eyes and walk slowly towards the blank space of the stone wall. It was a step into the stone wall!

Sure enough, the blank stone wall here is a subtle illusion array, and another place is deliberately cut into it, and a sword mark is magnificently engraved on it.

There is a flower growing in front of the stone wall, the golden buds are extraordinarily gorgeous, and they remain in a state that is about to bloom, and they will not bloom, which has a unique charm.

Tan Weiran's gaze first moved away from the sword marks, squatted down to observe the golden buds, remembered a unique thing from the books, recalled it in his heart, and his heart shook: "Like, too similar." ”

Sympathetic flowers!

Tan Weiran has read from books that sympathetic flowers are a rare treasure in the world. It is not allowed to be taken or used in medicine, and the most precious thing is that the warrior can extract a skill from his own home and store it in it for inheritance.

The sympathetic flower in front of me is a golden bud, which is obviously integrated into a skill. The refined sympathetic flower, although it does not resemble a fruit, but a flower bud, is often called a sympathetic fruit.

Shou Yuan will do his best, and he will often try his best to find sympathetic flowers and refine them into sympathetic fruits, thinking that they will inherit the Taoist system.

"Sympathetic fruit does not grow here for no reason. It seems that it was Zong Changkong who picked it up and integrated it into a skill. ”

Tan Weiran thought about it, ignored the flower buds for the time being, and stared into the sword intent on the stone wall.

The body did not move, but the ears seemed to hear a vigorous sound, and the glow of the sun swept through the mountains and rivers, cleansing all things with supreme power, and the end was terrifying.

Tan Weiran slowly exhaled and thought: "Sure enough, it's the Great Bright Sword!"

The sword intent is soft, there is no impact, and there is no killing intent. Obviously, Zong Changkong left the sword intent in order to impart, in order to give people the supreme Great Light Sword of the sect.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sympathetic fruit contains a bright and free sword!" Tan Weiran quickly withdrew from the sword intent and looked at the sympathetic fruit again.

"Huh?" Tan Weiran was momentarily excited, and suddenly remembered the threat of the yin wind. After concentrating on it, the wind outside was really fierce, and he couldn't enter this place anyway, so he immediately let go of his worries.

"It's really unexpected to have this harvest this time. However, it has come and gone!"

Tan Weiran smiled freely, and there was already a little speculation in his heart. ...,

Zong Changkong must be in the middle of a thousand years, quietly returning. Therefore, it is probably not good to leave a lifetime of skills here. If it weren't for the approaching longevity, he would have to do a dangerous thing that would kill him.

Always have feelings for the sect, even if you betray the sect, you may not be able to easily give up this feeling. Zong Changkong quietly came back before he died, leaving behind a lifetime of skills, obviously not necessarily without the intention of leaving behind the Taoist system.

"Alas. Over the years, this place has become a place for punishing disciples, and few disciples have penetrated into this place. On the contrary, he was lonely here, and no one could find out. ”

Frankly speaking, apart from talking about it, it is absolutely impossible for the young disciples of the sect to withstand the yin wind and go deep into it. Even if the young disciple goes deep and comes here, it is difficult to withstand the impact of thousands of sword intents.

The sword intent left by Rao is sect Changkong did not have killing intent, and it was definitely not something that a young disciple could bear. It should not be the young disciples who can come and discover, but the elders.

That is to say, in the soul, there are still the skills of the previous life, so they dare to sense them one by one, and even resist the sword intent. If you change to another disciple, with a random sword intent, you may completely destroy the opponent's mind and become a fool.

Zong Changkong must never have thought that it would be a disciple who discovered what he left behind.

The Great Bright Sword, one of the supreme skills of the sect, only the sect master?

After today, it may not be so.

Tan Weiran smiled, stood in front of the sword intent, and concentrated on the Lingtai Qingming.

The surging sword intent is surging. Talking about Weiran's mind is only in it, and he is not aware of the things outside his body, which is the realm of forgetting things and me.

Without saying a word, his fingers were like swords, and he kept swinging, and his movements became faster and faster. Later, it became slower and slower, Tan Weiran's face became more and more pale, and he gradually sweated profusely, and finally let out a shout and got out of the realm of enlightenment.

Suddenly, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and his heart was shocked. This Great Bright Sword is so difficult to learn, there always seems to be some tricks that can't be passed, could it be a problem of practicing Qi and Heart Method?

Is it the practice of qi and mind, is it the obstacle?

It is difficult to judge if there is no hesitation in talking. Holding down his heart, the only drop of essence blood in the Golden Mansion spun leisurely.

The heart is moving. The essence and blood turn into silk, wander the body wheel, and spread the whole body from the acupoint in the middle of the body, where the Jinfu meets.

The essence and blood dissipated, and the vitality of life was suddenly surging.

Crimson essence blood is born from the natural condensation of the essence of life in cultivation, which is a drop, less than a thousand days, and more than a hundred years.