Bei Ming Xiu walked to the cliff wall, breathed a long sigh of relief, sat on the ground and moved his gaze to the content on the cliff wall.

Shang Yunjian smiled, not knowing whether he was looking at the content of the Northern Meditation or the cliff.

After a while, Bei Mingxiu's eyes slowly closed, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he actually fell asleep like this.

Long Yao bowed slightly, raised his pen and drew a few strokes in the air, and an invisible and powerful aura enveloped the whole body of Bei Ming Xiu.

Her tone was still flat, but there was already a hint of praise: "Not bad." ”

Shang Yunjian was even more satisfied, and said, "Of course it's good to enter the state so quickly." ”

......

Bei Ming Xiu had never thought before that the sword spectrum of the Canglang Sword Technique would actually be a bunch of sword marks engraved on the cliff.

The first feeling that came to his mind was doubt, because the sword marks were disorganized, and he didn't know what to do.

Then his gaze fixed on the sword marks themselves.

The sword marks are deeply embedded in the cliff wall, and I don't know how many spring and autumn seasons have passed, but it looks like it was randomly cut out by Shang Yunjian yesterday.

So Bei Ming Xiu restrained the surprise in his heart and began to observe these sword marks more and more seriously.

He finally confirmed that the sword marks were paintings.

The waves in the sea are overturned, probably nothing more.

The picture left by the sword mark was clearly displayed in his sea of consciousness, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator subconsciously triggered the cold sword intent and touched it lightly.

At this moment, the sword intent and sword marks seemed to give birth to some kind of induction, and a vast and majestic aura instantly filled his limbs and hundreds of remains.

This breath carried an irresistible strange power, directly closing his sea of consciousness, even if the Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't hold it down, it couldn't get it.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the middle of the ocean.

All around him were rough seas, but only a small stone that could only stand on one person could give him a foothold.

It was impossible to have such a flat small stone in the sea, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator quickly determined that he should have entered some kind of illusion.

But before he could respond, a wave big enough to engulf him had arrived in front of him.

With a buzz, the Grim Sword was already unsheathed, and it resolutely met it in the direction of the big waves.

At the moment when it came into contact with the big waves, a strong force followed the Cold Immortal Sword into the body of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, and quickly transmitted.

Bei Mingxiu gritted his teeth and almost used all his strength to fight against the big waves, but apart from the sharp pain in the tiger's mouth that became clearer and clearer, nothing unexpected happened.

Confirming that there was still pain here, the Northern Meditation Cultivator fell into a brief thought.

Do you want to keep going, or do you want to retreat for a while?

It was only a brief moment for him.

The Frost Sword was abruptly withdrawn, retreating in the direction of the big waves.

The Northern Meditation cultivators also retreated.

The big waves swallowed the stone sink, but it failed to swallow the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

He was in mid-air at this time, but the movement of the Cold Immortal Sword was not slow, and with the powerful strength of the previous big wave, he smashed forward towards the second wave that followed.

The second wave broke apart and dispersed into the nearby water.

Shi Zhen also rushed out of the sea again, just enough for him to settle down.

A huge waterspout struck the Northern Meditation.

At this critical moment, the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not pay too much attention to this dangerous waterspout.

He was a little distracted.

Then he swung his sword and swung it in the same direction as the waterspout.

At the moment when the Frost Sword and the waterspout were intertwined, a force seemed to emerge from the Frost Blade out of thin air, breaking the entire waterspout without hindrance.

The Northern Cultivator was finally sure that as long as he followed the direction of the incoming waves, he could easily smash them.

But as long as he really resists the waves, he will be suppressed by greater force.

But whether they were in the way or in the way, the waves seemed to teach him something.

After experiencing the baptism of Sword Peak, the Northern Meditation Cultivator quickly figured out what this sea wanted to tell him.

It's a sword move.

It's the sword intent that stands in the way.

Knowing this, Bei Mingxiu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

There were many big waves broken in front of the Cold Sword, and they also accepted the oppression of many big waves.

The body of the Northern Meditation Cultivator seemed to have infinite strength, and it continued to fight against the entire sea without stopping.

In front of him, some waves are as fast as the wind, some waves are as powerful as wildfires, and some waves are as majestic as mountains, and it seems that each wave has different characteristics.

But the Northern Meditation Cultivator could clearly feel the familiarity that some of the waves brought to him.

He suddenly had an idea, the swordsmanship used by the four monkeys seemed to be different, but in fact, they were all Canglang swordsmanship.

And as he withstood the attacks of these waves, and then broke through them, those sword-casting methods gradually left some traces in his sea of consciousness.

Those traces grew deeper and deeper, as if they were going to be carved into his mind deeply.

Like those sword marks left in the cliffs.

The cold sword soul kept beating in the center of the sea of knowledge, as if it was excited, but also joyful.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was also very happy.

He knew that he had already touched the meaning of the Canglang Sword Technique.

He closed his eyes with a smile on his face, and when he opened them again, the light on the sky was much softer.

Bei Mingxiu got up and turned around, finding Shang Yunjian waiting for him with a smile on his face.

"Do you feel anything?"

Bei Mingxiu nodded and smiled: "Canglang swordsmanship, what is important is casual, so it is casual. ”

Hearing this answer, Shang Yunjian's eyes lit up, and he patted Bei Mingxiu's shoulder and smiled: "This answer is good. ”

He was really happy at this time, perhaps much happier than the Northern Immortal Cultivator who had sensed the threshold of the Canglang Sword Technique.

He was originally worried that Bei Ming Xiu would be bound by the Cold Shadow Sword Technique like his father and would not be able to feel the original intention of the Canglang Sword Technique, but now that he saw that the Northern Ming Cultivator not only quickly entered the state, but also grasped the most important part of the Canglang Sword Technique, the stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

"Digest today's experience, and feel it once a week in the future, if it's you, you will definitely be able to master the meaning of three points within half a year. ”

Bei Ming Xiu nodded in response, he knew the three-point meaning of the Canglang Sword Technique, which was already extremely remarkable.

A breeze blew, and the two of them were back in the cabin halfway up the mountain.

Long Yao had been waiting for their return for a long time, feeling the different aura on Bei Ming Xiu's body, and the color of approval on his face became even stronger.

"It's really nice to be able to do this in one day. ”

Bei Ming Xiu grinned and said, "I also think I'm very good. ”

Long Yao was noncommittal and said, "You are also tired these days, have a good rest today." ”

......

After returning to his hut, he soon fell asleep.

The experience of half a month has benefited him a lot, but he also needs to rest mentally.

This night, he slept very sweetly, and there was even saliva at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't have to worry about being attacked at any time, he didn't need to defend against anyone, so he didn't need to meditate instead of sleep.

Shoreless Sword Peak, just like his warm home.

He didn't need any defense.

It's just that his heart is still a little empty.

Just as in a dream, he could see the shadow, but he couldn't touch it.