"Senior brother, what is Haoran Sword Intent. ”

"Since the junior brother has this question, the senior brother will definitely not hide his secrets, and the so-called Haoran sword intent is ......"

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"Senior sister, do we have a method of cultivating the Yuan God in the back mountain?"

"Yes. ”

"How?"

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"Chaoyue, what kind of spell are you cultivating?"

“......”

Such scenes are staged every day in the mountains behind Taifu, and Ning Shu is like a little bee working diligently among the flowers, grabbing the nectar he needs.

The sisters and brothers are very generous, and they are particularly attentive to this studious little brother, and they are eager to demonstrate themselves when they encounter problems.

The background of the back mountain is quite amazing, and the law of the ancient gods that has been lost in the outside world for a long time can also be found here, although it is a mutilated law, but it is said that it is the inheritance that the senior sister found from a deep cave mansion, and provides a deeper understanding of the purple butterfly that Ning Shu turned into with the meaning of law.

For the Haoran sword intent that he had been exposed to before, in addition to the simple comprehension of Tianyaguan and the killing blow in the northern mountains and forests, this time, under the guidance of the second senior brother, Ning Shu seemed to have opened a new world.

And at his lovely little nephew, Ning Shu exchanged a kind smile for many practical little spells under Ji Chaoyue's disgusted eyes.

Purple butterflies pass through the flowers, then disappear, and the next moment they appear on the stargazing platform.

Gu Weiwei glanced down, looking at the butterfly that was cautiously approaching the wine gourd on her waist, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she didn't see any more movements, the purple butterfly seemed to be pulled by a thread, and slowly landed on her fingers, unable to escape.

A moment later, Ning Shu came panting.

"I said why did I suddenly lose my senses, it turned out that I ran to you, I'm really sorry Senior Sister, I'll catch it back......"

Gu Weiwei raised his eyebrows when he heard this, I don't know if it was because he questioned Ning Shu's words, or because he was surprised by the butterfly in his hand.

"I won't let it fly here next time, I promise!" Ning Shu patted his chest and said solemnly.

After another moment, Ning Shu trotted into the stargazing platform again.

Looking at Senior Sister's even more cold expression, he said softly, "Senior Sister...... My butterfly ......"

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"Dead cat, you spit it out for me!"

A purple mist rose from Ning Shu's hand, which condensed into a rope in the blink of an eye, and in front of him was a fat fat cat running wildly in the flower garden with an agility that did not fit its size, and a touch of purple could be faintly seen in the cat's mouth.

"Go!"

The rope scurried through the air like a snake, straining towards the cat's body, but it still couldn't catch the four-legged man.

The purple mist kept changing, Ning Shu stretched out his index finger a little forward, the rope spread out, differentiated into thin lines, and crocheted into a large net, covering all the space of a foot around the big fat cat, and then his right hand turned into a fist by his fingers, and with his clenching, the purple net instantly tightened, trapping the cat who was about to turn around sharply in the net.

"Lock!"

As soon as his mind moved, his clenched palms opened, and his fingers moved with his thoughts, and the big net in the distance and the cat in the net returned to Ning Shu's side.

"Spit it out!"

"Meow. ”

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"My flowers, my grass!"

"Don't run!

"Uncle Xiao, you compensate me for my flower garden!"

Ji Chaoyue's heart-rending screams came from the flower garden, and at the same time, you could see a series of spells hitting the butterflies in the air.

The butterfly is very light, and it looks like a fallen leaf, but it can avoid all kinds of spells that attack.

Fly to the left, fly to the right.

Ji Chaoyue sat in the messy flower garden, pursed her lips aggrievedly, then thought for a while, got up and ran under the tree on the other side of the lake.

After a while, Ning Shu was dragged over.

"Little Chaoyue, you listen to my explanation......" Ning Shu said sincerely.

"I don't listen!"

"It's all done by that butterfly, and I don't have ......"

"Sophistry!"

"I ......"

"Uncle Xiao bullies people......"

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll pay for it. ”

"Okay, I'll take care of the flower beds for you. ”

Ji Chaoyue's originally aggrieved expression instantly returned to normal, revealing a sly smile, and ran away after stuffing the scissors to Ning Shu.

Leaving Ning Shu stunned.

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On the top of the mountain, Ji Chaosheng smiled slightly, and a purple butterfly was fixed in the air.

He squatted down, sighed, and said, "Little junior brother, aren't you pruning the flower garden? ”

The butterfly was fixed in mid-air and could not move, and after a while, Ning Shu's intermittent voice came from the air.

"Senior brother...... Excuse me...... I am...... Thinking about pruning the flower beds can't delay the cultivation...... That's why I flew here with a butterfly...... But it seems that there is a bottleneck...... It's time to practice swordsmanship again...... So come and ask Haoran Sword Intent. ”

"Okay junior brother......" Ji Chaosheng nodded and said.

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"The sword intent is straight, consistent with the sword body, and the Haoran sword is the pursuit of the straight and vast, not only for the sword intent. Senior brother, your swordsmanship is more flexible, you don't need to be too distracted, Haoran Sword can be used as a reference......"

"Zhongtian Ziwei Sword Technique" is a spell handed down by Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei, one of the six emperors of the Heavenly Court at that time, it is incomparably mysterious, and the junior brother is a person with great luck, just be down-to-earth, and you don't need to rush to the habitat to ......"

"I'll pass on a period of Haoran Qi to you first, you go to a good life to comprehend, don't be distracted......"

Ning Shu sat cross-legged by the lake, holding a straight wooden stick in his hand, stunned.

He divided his day's cultivation plan into three sections, breathing in at sunrise, meditating and perceiving the heavens and the earth, then practicing the Dharma, spending the afternoon practicing swordsmanship, and doing something relaxing in the evening.

The whole day was fulfilling.

And the practice of swordsmanship is divided into two aspects, one is his own swordsmanship, and the other is Ji Chaosheng's Haoran sword intent.

Haoran's sword intent was in the wooden stick in his hand.

This was a wooden stick that Ji Chaosheng picked up casually, if it weren't for the fact that it was filled with a strong aura of Haoran, Ning Shu was very suspicious that this was the deadbolt used to fix the door in the wooden house not far away.

Ji Chaosheng's request is very simple, that is, to turn this wooden stick into the shape of a sword.

It is said that this will allow you to understand the meaning of Nakaozhi more deeply.

Ning Shu's palm was flat, and the purple light surrounded him and slashed towards the wooden stick.

After sliding, he frowned at the hot sensation in his hands.

You must know that he is now a cultivator of the Hope Realm, and his physical body has surpassed this realm, not to mention that he has brought his own fifty-string sword intent, but with such a blessing, he has not been able to have any impact on this wooden stick.

He knew the weight of Haoranqi, but he didn't expect it to be so unshakable, and he also knew the power of the Great Divine Powers of the Void Realm, but he didn't expect that even such a wooden stick thrown casually would have such a mystery.

The wooden stick was covered with a layer of milky white air, and Ning Shu originally wanted to polish it into a plaything like when he was a child, but after trying it a few times, he changed his initial idea.

A flame ignited in his hand.

This is a spell taught to him by Ji Chaoyue, using the magic spirit aura to turn fire.

It is not really to achieve the transformation of the essence, but to disguise the magic aura of the fire attribute, and achieve an effect of the fire attribute through the friction between other aura.

It just so happens that Ning Shu has two meanings.

The flame is purple in color, and in the center of the flame is a clear glimmer of light that is clearly visible.

The two Dharma and Meaning collided together, and Ning Shu deliberately changed the state of the two intersecting, finding a stable point in the constant collision and friction, and then generating the fluctuation of the Dharma and Meaning.

Such fluctuations caused the surrounding aura to boil, burning the wooden stick full of sword intent in his hand like smelting iron.

On the other side of the lake, in the observation deck.

The three of them and one cat looked at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and earnestly refining the wooden stick.

"Senior brother can be regarded as idle. Ji Chaochang said with a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Xiao's butterfly is no longer beautiful!"

Ji Chaoyue said angrily, because these days, the butterfly has been flying more and more often, and more importantly, if it flies around, it is okay, the butterfly's wings still carry sword intent, and the flower beds she has carefully trimmed are knocked into pieces, which is a headache.

"Meow. The big fat cat scratched his neck with his hind paw in agreement.

Gu Wei thought for a while and said: "Ning Shu's talent is good, after borrowing from the incomplete Yuan Shen Method, his butterfly is in the stage of undergoing transformation, and it is normal that he can't control it. ”

She paused, remembering the butterflies that often break into the observatory these days, and then added, "But ...... It's also good to be quiet now. ”

Because of the torture of Ning Shu, the senior sister and the younger brother and nephew tried their best to let this little junior brother who was enthusiastic about cultivation concentrate on one thing, and with all the hard work, he finally succeeded.

Even the always indifferent senior sister Gu Weiwei was a little moved.

Ning Shu's thirty-nine years of decline passed quietly under the distressed and loving care of Senior Sister and Senior Brother Houshan.

Spells are everywhere, and sword intent is soaring.

The purple butterfly also flew with the alternation of day and night to the end of the forty years.

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Winter nights are getting warmer.

The cold wave faded for a moment.

People everywhere in the Divine Dynasty can feel the temperature gradually rising, small flowers blooming by the windows, and there is no need to curl up in the futon at night as in the beginning of winter, so people are looking forward to the spring after the year while enjoying the winter scenery.

In the far northern steppes, there are also people waiting for the arrival of spring.

But not because spring can sow hope for the next year, but because it is more convenient to kill people when the temperature rises in spring.

A young man stood at the head of the city at this time, looking at the smoke rising in the distance with a solemn expression.

He was still stained with blood, and the long sword at his waist shone with multicolored light.

The soldier next to him knew very well what the situation was now, because the young man was very serious.

And it is precisely because of this seriousness that it proves that something very important must have happened.

Compared with his solemnity, the people around him are more willing to see his original laziness and casualness.