The golden rays of the scorching sun gradually dimmed, the silver moon shone brightly, and the clear light poured down, and the mires, grass ponds, and reeds in the distance seemed to flow with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the sound of the waves of the Tianhe River. Shikami sat at the mouth of his mud hole, his back against the haystack, staring at a group of grass mosquitoes flying in the moonlight, and pursed his lips. Probably because he was reincarnated as a carp, he inexplicably developed a craving for mosquitoes to eat.

is also because of the reincarnation of carp, the cultivation of the three-killing machine sword Qi is gone. Zhijia Zhen Mo observed that the meridians and blood vessels in various places are not the same as those of the human body, they are more slender and more complicated, showing a peculiar fusiform interlocking structure.

Fortunately, his sea of consciousness was still there, the eight-winged golden cicada was lurking in the core, and the thirty-six stars kept turning, and the position had changed subtly, faintly giving birth to the momentum of Zhou Tian's star fighting. What's even more mysterious is that the light of the stars is increasing at an extremely slow rate, as if echoing somewhere in the void, drawing star power from it endlessly.

A thin line of starlight shoots out from the thirty-six stars, intertwining the warp and weft, like a chessboard. From time to time, a little starlight splashed out, sprinkled on the sea of knowledge, and slowly melted.

Zhi Hunt Zhen was slightly stunned, and the stars of the sea flickered and sparkled, as if there had been unpredictable changes.

"Ah Zhen!" In the distance, Ah Guang rushed over, the basket on his back swaying.

"A-Guang. "Zhi Kari's real carp whiskers are gently raised, this is the instinct of the bloodline, so that he can't help but get close to his kind.

"Ah Zhen, are you still used to living in this mud cave?" asked Ah Guang with a grin.

"It's fine. Zhi Hunt really smiled bitterly, the mud hole was dark and damp, mossy and overgrown, with an unpleasant smell of earth, and from time to time there were reptiles coming in and out, and it was strange to live in it.

"Uncle Meng asked me to send you something. Ah Guang put down the full basket and took things out one by one, "Ah, this is a bedding woven with reeds, this is a clay pot for boiling meat and water, this is the dry firewood I just chopped, this is phosphostone for fire, this is a war armor woven with hemlock and vine, this is a staghorn grass bun, this is a pickled dried earthworm, it is fragrant...... Look, there's this!" He gently pulled out a long, narrow sword from the edge of the basket and held it to Zhikajin like a treasure.

This is a gray-white bone sword, the hilt, the sword, and the body of the sword are all in one, the texture is tough, the blade is narrow and sharp, and it spits out a smooth and dangerous dark light. Zhi Hunt Zhen took it in his hand, the bone sword was as light as nothing, and a thick and chaotic evil aura pierced out, and his palm couldn't help but feel numb.

"This sword is the most valuable treasure in the village! It was made by Uncle Meng when he fought in Tianhe, desperately fought to kill a Shadow Shark Demon, and polished it with his own hands. Ah Guang looked at Zhi Zhanzhen enviously, "Uncle Meng said, you have an indescribable sharpness in you, and you are born to be an embryo who practices swords, so ask me to bring this sword to you." ”

Zhi Kari really let go of the hilt of the sword, closed his fingers one by one, and re-grasped the hilt of the sword, repeating it several times, looking for the feeling of holding the sword. The carp's fingers are slender and slender, and the skin is soft and sensitive, but the joints are thick and bulging, and the linear muscles flow silently under the skin like mercury.

This is a pair of hands that are perfectly suited to holding a sword, both soft and dexterous, but also full of elastic explosiveness. Zhi Jia Zhen once heard Lao Ma mention that the sword cultivation of the Yu clan is nothing better, and it will take them ten years to polish a pair of hands holding the sword.

Zhi Hunt Zhen raised his arm, the bone sword "buzzed", he stepped to his shoulder, and made a simple straight stabbing motion. At the same time, the meridians and blood vessels in his body also stretched in response to the situation, and they were in tune with the limbs, attacking and unifying, releasing all the vitality in an instant.

Zhi Hunt was really taken aback, this body was far more suitable for sword cultivation than the original physical body, just like the Yu clan was born with the qualification of sword cultivation. Thinking about it, the carp is a fish, the feather is a bird, the fish soars in the deep sea, the bird hits the sky, the fish and the bird are all the same free and easy, and the trajectory of flying is smart and difficult to find, as if the mysterious texture hidden in the heaven and earth.

Therefore, the oldest Wu script is in the form of birds and fishes?

He thought about it a little deeper, the Yu clan could create the supreme secret book of the way of the sword, the "Feather Sword Sutra", so what about the carp clan, would there be a similar sword classic? He has been looking for a technique that can not only improve the body, but also fit the way of the sword, but unfortunately he did not get anything in the Hou Mansion, so what about this place?

"Wow, Ah Zhen, your thorn is quite presentable! No wonder Uncle Meng said that you have talent!" Ah Guang was itching, and he also took out the green vine soft sword on his waist, and made a series of straight stab movements, "When I practiced stabbing in the past, my shoulders and arms were always unstable, so Uncle Meng asked me to change to soft swords." ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen asked, "Will Uncle Meng teach us swordsmanship?"

Ah Guang shook his head: "Uncle Meng will instruct us to practice swords, but he will not directly teach swordsmanship." Uncle Meng said that every carp is different, and the swordsmanship that suits him will not be the same. In order to obtain the right swordsmanship, the carp must hunt wild beasts, evil spirits, or rare treasures, and trade them with the ancient spirits who roam the heavens and the earth in exchange for unique swordsmanship. ”

Zhi Hunt really couldn't help but wonder: "What is the ancient spirit?"

"Gu Ling, it's a mysterious life that can't be seen or touched. Some of them resemble people, some resemble monsters, and some resemble four of them...... As long as you light the wood and pray sincerely, the ancient spirit will appear!" Ah Guang pointed and explained for a long time, suddenly remembered something, slapped his head, and shouted in annoyance, "Oops, I almost forgot, Uncle Meng asked me to teach you the method of condensing the sword fetus! Hurry up, now that the moon is in full bloom, it is the best time to condense the sword fetus." ”

"Sword fetus?"

"That's right! Only by condensing the sword fetus can you develop the sword heart, and until the sword heart breaks out, you can be considered successful in swordsmanship. At that point, we will be able to leave Yantang Village and head all the way to the Fire Lotus Yuan!"

Zhi Hunt Zhen was stunned again when he heard this. Qingfeng tasted the words: "Kendo, the sword move is the last, the sword momentum is heavy, the sword intent is the first, and the sword heart is the foundation." "In addition to sword moves, sword momentum, sword intent, and sword heart are all intangible things, which can only be understood, not spoken. In particular, Kenshin is the most ethereal and difficult to describe, at best, it is the experience of the heart of the sword. But when it came to Ah Guang's mouth, Kenshin seemed to have become a physical object that could be reached as long as he practiced hard.

He was in disbelief.

"Quick, Ah Zhen, follow me!" Ah Guang pulled Zhi Kari Zhen with great interest and walked to the nearby pond.

In all directions, the bright moon is bright, the water is like a mirror, and the frog chirping is intermittent. Zhijia Zhen jumped into the pond according to Ako's description, leaned over and submerged in the pond, his limbs stretched out naturally, with his arms as fins and legs as tails, like a carp swimming in the waves.

"Inhale – Exhale – Inhale – Inhale again – Inhale again – Inhale for the third time......"

Following Ah Guang's instructions, the silver cheeks at the corners of Zhi Hunt Zhen's mouth bloomed again and again, and the rhythm of breathing was moderate, and at the same time, he intended to guard his navel, and visualized the moonlight falling from the sky, like a little rain, dripping into the navel and penetrating into the body.