Yingzi!

Little Seven!

The young man in white rolled over, his brows furrowed, and his dark eyes were full of confusion. He looked around and was sure that he was just dreaming, but the dream was so real that he broke out in a cold sweat.

My name is Lin Zhize!

The young man in white brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead and eyebrows with his sleeves, and his eyes gradually became resolute. Before he recovered, the eyes that transcended age seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

The young man in white picked up the Qinghong sword, stepped out of the Taoist temple, stepped onto a hillside, and then began to practice the sword with one move and one style.

The Qinghong Sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, completely covering his posture, and at this time he was like a blooming sword pine, and every sword light was extremely sharp and sharp, and the edge was exposed.

Due to the momentum, the Qinghong Sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and then he folded his hands, turned his fingers into a sword, and launched the sword technique.

At this time, the Qinghong Sword was like a dragon shuttling through the clouds, and the direction of his heart was the sword to the point, his arm suddenly rapid, suddenly relaxed, and his movements were relaxed, all of which were pinched in the benefits.

Originally, everything was as usual, but at this time, there was a gust of evil wind blowing for no reason, which actually stirred his swordsmanship and lost control a little, and he saw that the Qinghong Sword was about to fall into the Ten Thousand Thousand Canyon. It was the boy's natal flying sword, how could he easily throw it away. So he was desperate to unfold that move, and he had not yet cultivated the Qingyun Wandering Dragon Imperial Sword Technique.

Suddenly, the Qinghong Sword was almost plunged down, and then at this time, it seemed to have regained its vitality, flipped the direction, and shot straight towards the young man, and the speed was several times faster than just now.

Seeing Qinghong shooting head-on, the young man showed a frightened face, and kept stomping his feet and waving his fingers, but the Qingyun Wandering Dragon Trick no longer played any role.

Just when the young man's eyes were red and waiting to grab the Qinghong Sword that shot down head-on, on the side of a green pine, a figure was one step faster than Qinghong, and arrived in front of him.

"You've disappointed the teacher too much!" the man swiped his fingers, and suddenly the entire rock shattered into countless paths, and the Qinghong Sword flew back into his palm.

The young man looked up at that serious face, hurriedly knelt on his knees, and confessed: "The disciple is stupid and can't comprehend the immortal master's swordsmanship, and he is really ashamed of the immortal master's cultivation."

"Hmph" The man flicked his arm and lifted the young man's body up from the ground, but a pair of sharp eyes forced the young man to retreat again and again...

"Do you think I'm angry because you couldn't have an epiphany about this trick Qingyun Wandering Dragon Sword Technique?".

When the young man heard this, his face was not confused, and in his heart he really thought that the immortal master was blaming him for his lack of cultivation talent.

"The way of the sword, although the cultivation of talent is very important, but it is not based on talent, the sword is a soldier, but a murder weapon, if you only blindly chase swordsmanship, its heart will be invaded by external demons, and even if you are superb swordsmanship, it can only be reduced to the art of killing, how can it be the way."

The man turned around slowly, and his whole body spread out a momentum, although he didn't see the sword, it gave people a sword intent that spread all over the heavens and the earth. The pine branch is a sword, the clothes are a sword, the wind and clouds are a sword, and the murmuring stream is a sword.....

"The way of the sword, the initial is to kill, the Hinayana is the qi, the middle vehicle is the god, and the way is the god to view the Tao, which is the Mahayana of the sword."

The young man is also a person with a clear heart, and after witnessing the Immortal Master's Mahayana sword intent with his own eyes, he knows that he has made a thousand mistakes.

The young man took the initiative to take out the sword talisman and handed it back to the immortal master: "The disciple understands, as long as the disciple fails to comprehend the Qingyun You Dragon Sword Technique, he will never rush to the sword again."

The white-clothed swordsman bowed slightly, then stepped back to the Taoist temple, took out a copy of the Sanqing Taoist Sutra and handed it to the young man in front of a Sanqing statue, and explained with a little deep meaning: "All delusions have a heart, and the solid foundation is the original of cultivation."

The young man's cheeks were slightly red when he heard this, this Sanqing Taoist Sutra had been placed here a few days ago. It's just that the young man just wants to cultivate swordsmanship, how can he waste time by this useless persuasion scripture.

Now the young man picked up the Sanqing Taoist Sutra in a serious way, and crossed his knees in front of the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch to meditate and meditate.

Seeing the young man's expression like an old monk in a settled state, the white-clothed swordsman was satisfied to retract his gaze, and with a slight rubbing step, the person was like a beam of light shooting towards the old pine tree.

The other green shirt was as straight as smoke and rushed into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the white and the green staggered hundreds of rounds, and when the two fell back to the ground, the old pine tree behind them had already fallen from its branches, as if it were bare. But the pine needles that fell to the ground pierced deep into the rocks under their feet, arranging into two huge Qingyun seals.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, Brother Lin's Confucian sword path is even more powerful" Staring at the two rows of eye-catching Qingyun characters on the rock wall, he stepped on the empty green shirt old man, turned around slightly, and bowed to the white-clothed swordsman.

"Yin slave, go back and tell your master, I, Lin Xuanxun, don't want to get involved in the vortex of plane power disputes, but it doesn't mean that Qingyun Guan is a place where cats and dogs can easily set foot in" He said Finally, his tone became cold, and his momentum seemed to be traced back to a tangible sword intent, which instantly made the old man in green shirt tremble, covering his chest and falling from mid-air.