The wood spirit who was waiting in the sea of knowledge was not happy, "What are you pretending to be miserable, and what about me and Yan Zi, what is the broken sword that has not even been cultivated by the machine spirit." ”

He Xiaoting was a little weak-hearted, only then did she realize that her words were inappropriate, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." ”

"Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot," Yan Zi admonished in a milky voice, "Don't make it again in the future." ”

Teach people with a small milk voice, the effect is ~

It can only be said that it is difficult to describe.

He Xiaoting resisted the urge to laugh, and replied solemnly, "Okay, I'll pay attention." ”

Calming Mu Ling and Yan Zi, she held the sword and stumbled to practice the sword in the lake.

There is resistance in the water, naturally it will not be as smooth as practicing a sword on the ground, and the energy spent has also increased exponentially, coupled with the torture of the sword intent in the lake, after practicing a set of swords, He Xiaoting felt exhausted, and could only lie at the bottom of the lake to rest with the water beads in her mouth.

It's just that the pain makes her unable to rest at ease, and she can only think about what sword intent is.

It is not enough to practice the sword every day, and it is not enough to practice the sword moves well, but also to comprehend the sword intent, otherwise there will be no chance to reach the realm of the unity of man and sword, and there will be no way to release the sword qi.

There is an essential difference between simply using spiritual power to protect the sword and emitting sword qi in battle.

The former can only be said to use a sword as a weapon, and it is no problem to replace it with a sword, gun and axe, but the latter is a real sword cultivator, comprehending the sword intent, and after cultivating the sword intent, it is not impossible to fight at the greater level.

So what exactly is sword intent?

He Xiaoting thought about it, gradually lost the pain, her consciousness slowly blurred, and finally fell asleep.

In the dream, she was a rusty sword, thrown in the warehouse and never seen the light of day, only silently praying that her master would remember it and hold it in her hand again.

It's a pity that it waits, waits, waits, a year, two years...... Decades have passed, and I still haven't been able to wait for the owner.

Instead, I waited for a few maids to come, and those maids were picking up things and discussing the affairs of the master's house:

The eldest and youngest grandmother finally gave birth to a son-in-law, but unfortunately the concubine has grown up and her status has long been stable; The old man's grade is getting bigger and bigger, and his brain is confused, I'm afraid that he won't have a few years to live; The eldest young master's spoiling concubine and killing his wife are all known throughout the city, and there are really no rules.

The rusty sword is a little sad, its owner is old and can't hold the sword anymore, is it going to stay in this place where there is no sunlight and dust forever?

No, it's a weapon, how can it be willing to stay in this place forever.

It's a pity that the sword didn't have long legs, so he couldn't go out on his own, so he could only choose to continue waiting.

Suddenly, one day, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing, screaming, crying, and pleading.

The Rusty Sword knew that something was going on outside, but it couldn't help it, even if it was willing to save people, no one would pick it up and fight with it!

The closed door of the warehouse was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people rushed in, rummaging around for valuable little things to carry into their arms, and they were stuffed with a lot of money.

"Hurry up, those robbers are coming after you," someone urged sharply, "it's enough to take something for the passage, is it money or life that matters?"

"Come at once," said another, "you have to get enough, or you won't be able to live if you escape!"

are all pampered people who have never suffered hardships, where can they live a hard life.

Rusty Sword knew these people, these people were the descendants of the master, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "It's really useless, the master started with military merits, and he earned this family business with one hand and one foot, but he spoiled the descendants." ”

"What's the use of just taking gold, silver and jewelry, when you meet a robber, you don't even have the ability to resist, you can only die. ”

As if someone could sense its thoughts, a handsome young man suddenly spoke, "Mother, we should get some weapons." ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately agreed, "There should be weapons." ”

The storeroom was full of messes, and there was no shortage of weapons, and those who had enough treasures rushed over to pick out weapons, and even fought for the light and sharp sword.

Rusty Sword shouted desperately, "Choose me, choose me, I can protect you." ”

Unfortunately, no one could hear it, it didn't give up, and kept shouting until the handsome young man stopped and said hesitantly, "Are you talking?"

"It's me," Rusty Sword rejoiced, "choose me, I can protect you, protect your relatives." ”

The handsome young man frowned and didn't want to believe it, "But you're rusty, and it doesn't seem to be very sharp." ”

He picked up his sword again and weighed it, "It's so heavy, I can't even hold it." ”

"I'm not heavy, it's because your strength is too small," Rusty Sword shouted unconvinced, "Give me a drop of blood, and when we have the same heart, you can move it~"

The sword is made for battle, and if it is discarded and not used, it will naturally rust, but if it gets a new owner, it can be reborn.

It wants to fight, it doesn't want to be forgotten in a corner.

The handsome young man was still a little hesitant, and at this moment, the embarrassed middle-aged woman urged loudly, "Ah Chi, hurry up, we are leaving." ”

The noise is getting closer, and there can be no more delay.

There was no time to choose again, the handsome young man gritted his teeth, let's just believe in this sword.

It's just that I still have doubts in my heart, so I grabbed a dagger when I left, and if the rusty sword didn't work, then throw it away.

"Ah Chi, what are you doing, how do you take a rusty broken sword," the middle-aged woman complained dissatisfiedly.

"Don't make a noise," the middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears scolded impatiently, "Do you think we didn't make a big enough noise to attract those robbers!"

In the midst of the noise, a group of people ran to the back door, but they were not lucky enough, and as soon as they went out, they encountered dozens of bandits with big knives, and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

The middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears closed his eyes unwillingly, the middle-aged woman was unwilling to be humiliated and hit the wall, and the others tried their best to resist, still unable to escape the end of being hacked and killed.

Seeing his relatives fall one by one, the handsome young man turned red, "Didn't you say that you could protect them? Why don't you do it!"

"You didn't give me blood~" Rusty Sword was also very aggrieved, "Without your blood, we can't make a contract, and we can't make a heart-to-heart connection, and I can't restore my original appearance." ”

The handsome boy gritted his teeth, isn't it blood?

He has several wounds on his body, just give it.

The moment he smeared the blood on the Rusty Sword, the Rusty Sword suddenly burst into a blinding light, plunging the unsuspecting bandits into darkness for a moment.

The rusty sword took on a new look, and the blade of the sword was bright and sharp.

"Fight, master," cried Rusty Sword, "let me drink my blood and sacrifice the lives of my enemies to your loved ones." ”

The handsome young man's thin body shook and held the hilt of the sword tightly, and he found that he suddenly had an endless source of strength, able to hold the sword and kill all directions.

"I was born to fight, and fighting not only makes me happy, but also increases my strength. ”

The handsome boy swung his sword with all his might, and the picture slowly froze.

And He Xiaoting was also pleasantly surprised from her dream, and screamed, "It hurts!"