The two came to a small stream.

Jiang San was tired and sweaty, threw down the black knife, tore off the patched clothes, exposed his chest, scooped a handful of water from the stream, held it on his face, and complained: "Damn, I'm tired to death." ”

Qinglin sat on his knees under a big tree beside the stream, took off the wooden knife at his waist, and stood in front of him with one hand, slowly calming his breath.

Jiang San was surprised: "What are you doing here?"

Qinglin said softly: "Practice the knife." ”

Jiang San smiled: "Can you practice swords while sitting? Then you can teach me how to practice swordsmanship quickly, I can imagine now that I will be mighty and domineering in the future, and I will be heroic in the world." ”

Qinglin shook his head: "It's not as easy as you think, the knife technique I taught you is the number of ways to open and close, and the emphasis is on fast, steady, rigid, fierce, and domineering."

Your current body is too weak, and even if you practice, you won't be able to use it much. ”

Jiang San was anxious: "Damn... So what to do?"

"Practicing knives, pay attention to step by step, from now on, you pick up the black knife underground, and after 100,000 times, I will teach you knife techniques. ”

Jiang San smacked his tongue: "100,000 times? ”

Qinglin got up and stretched out a wooden knife in front of him: "Look at it, only in this way can the knife be counted once." ”

With that, slash the wooden knife downward, pick it up, flick it to the left, and stab it forward.

Jiang Sanyi rolled his eyes: "If you do it 100,000 times like this, you can do it?"

Aren't those woodcutters who chop wood all day long, and the butchers who kill pigs all the same sword gods?"

Qinglin smiled, walked up to Jiang San, picked up the black knife, and held it in front of him.

Under the faint moonlight, a solemn aura rose from the ground.

The black knife wields...

Horizontal knives, downward chops, upward picks, left dials, forward stabs...

It's just that this time the speed is extremely fast, and when Qinglin put the knife in his hand, Jiang San realized it later, and only vaguely saw the residual knife shadow.

Jiang Sanqi said: "You are..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the big tree in front of Qinglin suddenly shattered, turning into countless small sawdust, scattered all over the ground.

Qing Lin looked at Jiang San's surprised appearance and explained: "Even though those woodcutters and butchers hold knives all day long, they don't have the method of condensing qi, and it is difficult to control the qi between heaven and earth by opening their own qi pockets, which cannot be compared with cultivators. ”

Handing the knife back to Jiang San, Qinglin continued:

"There are nine grades of cultivation, which are... You should know better than I do.

Then I'll tell you what my master said to me.

Cultivation, like cultivating the mind, has never been smooth sailing, it is a kind of tempering for people.

The higher the cultivation, the more you will endure.

In addition to this, cultivation also pays attention to talent, chance, and mind...

Its centrality is the most important, and talent and chance are secondary.

An unforgiving and fearless perseverance is the foundation of cultivation. ”

Qinglin stared at Jiang San, his eyes burning: "Finally, let me tell you, the road of cultivation must be bumpy all the way, and the hardships are unimaginable, if you feel that you can't persevere, you can give up now." ”

Jiang San stared at the shattered sawdust, silent, and when he raised his head, his eyes were firm, he took the black knife and stroked it lightly in his hand:

"Isn't that what a strong-hearted person is talking about me...

My dream since I was a child is to be a chivalrous warrior who travels the rivers and lakes and acts chivalrous... How can a person's original intention be so easy... Give up. ”

Jiang San is actually really good, but he is a little thick-skinned.

Thinking like this, Qing Lin taught Jiang San the method of condensing qi, outlined the key points in detail, and only after making sure that he fully understood it, did he say:

"When you have free time every day, you can use the sword to cultivate, and when you are exhausted and exhausted, calm down and use the method of qi condensation I taught you to perceive the flow of qi between heaven and earth, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Jiang San picked up the knife and couldn't wait to imitate Qinglin's actions just now, but the blade was too heavy, and with a swing of the knife, the person almost fell forward.

Qinglin demonstrated again with a wooden knife: "Don't be anxious, your body must be stable, the knife must be accurate, the speed is slower and not tight, and it will always get better slowly." ”

Jiang San took it to heart, and began to clumsy horizontal knives, downward slashes, upward picks, left dials, forward stabs...

I didn't do it a few times, and I was tired and sweaty.

Then sit cross-legged on the ground, use the method of condensing qi that he just learned, and explore the qi between heaven and earth, but he found nothing, but calmed down the qi, the whole body was comfortable, and the whole body was swept away from hard work, which made people extremely refreshed.

At some point, Qinglin set up a bonfire.

Sit quietly cross-legged on the ground and close your eyes.

There was an unknown insect cry in the forest, Qinglin's heart moved at will, and everywhere he wanted, he could see a cicada, chirping happily in the willow tree behind, a moth, flapping its wings from not far away, pounced on the bonfire, and there were fish jumping out of the water between the streams, as if they wanted to see the outside world.

In the forest, within a hundred steps of the body, all the subtle things are carved in the mind.

When Jiang San exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes, Qinglin had already closed his knife and opened his eyes, looking at him with a smile.

Jiang San said with a little weakness: "Damn it, is my talent not good, the kind of heaven and earth qi flow you said, I comprehend and condense according to the law, but I don't even have a single hair, is it wrong to practice?"

Qinglin shook his head: "How can it be so easy, ordinary people need a certain amount of time from cultivation to condensing qi, and when you can perceive the resonance of the heaven and earth qi and the qi pockets in your body, you can be regarded as just stepping into cultivation." ”

Jiang San was a little pleased: "It takes so long, is there any shortcut, such as the kind of heavenly treasure that can become a peerless master as soon as you eat it?"

Qinglin's tone was aggravated: "Heaven and earth treasures can't eat peerless masters, if you want to climb the realm faster, in addition to chance, you have to put in hard work and sweat, step by step, in order to go further." ”

"I'll just talk about it..."

Seeing that Xiao Linzi's face was not good, Jiang San was a little weak-hearted, and then he got up and began to knife horizontally, slash down, and pick up...

Until I am exhausted again and meditate to stabilize my mind...

Qinglin looked at Jiang San, the bonfire reflected his face a little red, but he was very peaceful, and said with relief: "We will rest here today, and tomorrow we will be on the road not too late, the road is far away, and we will not fight for this day." ”

The long night was long, Qinglin sat cross-legged on the ground like this, holding the knife with one hand, closing his eyes and resting, Jiang San continued to take out the knife after meditating, then meditated, and then took out the knife, until finally he couldn't support it, and he fell asleep directly with the black knife when meditating.

...

The next morning, the sun shone through the branches and the stars sprinkled on the two of them.

Qinglin had already gotten up, buried the bonfire, took a handful of water from the stream, cleared his face, put a bamboo sword on his back, carried a wooden knife, and a wisp of breeze blew, blowing the green ribbon on his head and dancing.

He patted Jiang San, who was drooling with the black knife, and said, "Let's go." ”

Jiang San rubbed his sleepy eyes, picked up the black knife, and stepped into the distance with Qinglin.

...

On the way, Jiang San practiced knives while walking, and when he was exhausted, he would ask Qinglin to rest for a while, meditate on the spot, and breathe and breathe.

For three days in a row, it was like this, thirsty, drinking spring water in the mountains, hungry, catching small beasts in the mountains, sometimes picking some wild fruits in the forest, catching a few fish in the water to satisfy hunger.

It was not until the evening of the fourth day that a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, and suddenly it rained heavily, and the two of them walked deep into the deserted dense forest, and took shelter under a large tree.

Jiang San twisted his soaked clothes, only to feel a chill through his body.

As the saying goes, the wind in September blows down the old man, and when it falls like this, the autumn wind blows, and the body bones of ordinary people can not bear it.

Although Qinglin's clothes were also soaked, they looked leisurely, Jiang San said angrily: "You cultivate high, you are powerful, I will be miserable, think of a way, if I continue to pour like this, I will return to my place!"

Qinglin looked up at the sky, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Jiang San beside him shrank into a ball, trembling, it seemed that he couldn't bear it, so he nodded and said:

"I'll see if there's anyone around the woods, and if there is, I'll go and ask for a night's sleep. ”

As he spoke, he gently fluttered on the top of a big tree, and after a round of inspection, he fell back to the same place, and said to Jiang San: "The right front is a little bright, not far away, but there are no people around, and a lonely family is located there, which is a little weird." ”

Jiang San couldn't stand it: "What's so strange, maybe it's the hunters under the mountain, during the autumn equinox, they always have to hunt some prey for the winter." ”

Qinglin was not suspicious, and Jiang San walked to the bright place, the rain was pouring down, and the two of them walked forward in the rain.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, and that bit of light looks close, but it has walked a long way.

Just when Jiang San complained about whether Qinglin was dazzling, a house suddenly appeared in front of the night, and above the house, there were two big red lanterns, which were particularly conspicuous in the stormy night.

Qinglin looked strange, this scene is very familiar...