Ning Shu, who was far away in the mountains, didn't know what was happening in Ping'an City at this time.

He sat by the lake for five days with a small purple sword in his hand.

The leaves fell on his shoulders.

and slipped at his feet.

The fish in the lake are swinging their tails, and the birds are singing on the branches.

The big fat and the second thin in the front hall were nibbling on roast chicken, and the king of the golden horn was sleeping soundly on the blanket.

Qing Lantern and Bai Bi in the small building have a fierce dispute over which version of "Night Boat" is good-looking.

Everything is moving.

Only Ning Shu is stationary.

I forgot about things.

It is as if you are one with your surroundings.

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Leaving the lake in front of the hated small building, Ning Shu's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, shook off a fallen leaf on his shoulder, and his lowered eyes slowly opened, startling the ants and insects around him.

In the past five days, the demons of Tushi Palace were afraid that he would starve to death by the lake, and delivered him food on time and on time every day.

He did it in accordance with the method of raising the sword in the "Book of Words", concentrating, calming, calm, and casual, taking the sword in his hand as a side of the world, and repeating it over and over again, until it was like perceiving his own body, and then it was the first success.

If someone observes Ning Shu during this time, they will find that every night Ning Shu's hands will be shrouded in a ball of clear light, which is like a ball of water, constantly washing the sword in his hand, over and over again, repeating like a machine.

Focused, serious.

"Regard the sword in your hand as a part of your body, so that the sword can be psychic, if not, what difference does it make if it is like an ordinary dead thing. Bai Bi told Ning Shu so.

"It is important to keep a sword alongside the meditation of perceiving heaven and earth. ”

So for five days in a row, meditate during the day, wash the sword at night, and repeat the cycle.

Although the purple sword was still unmoving, he understood that it had reached the most important critical moment.

It's like a drop of water piercing a stone, but he needs an instant opportunity to break through the stone.

The more times like this, the more anxious you are, and you can return with nothing to ask for, Ning Shu knows this truth well.

So he got up, patted the leaves on his body, went to the front hall, ate a roast chicken, and told the king of the golden horn a story. Walked to the small building, flipped through a few idle books, and chatted with the two old monsters for a while. Walked to the stream in front of Tushi Palace, found two trees and built a hammock to sleep, and after waking up, he washed himself with the stream water and changed into a clean robe.

The roast chicken in the mountains is the most delicious, the streams in the mountains are the clearest, and the goblins in the mountains are the most interesting.

Wait until you don't rush to pack everything.

Ning Shu walked towards the familiar lake.

He's feeling incredibly good right now.

Better than ever.

He rubbed the sword in his hand, and in an instant he entered a meditative state, feeling the touch in his hand. Although he had never been exposed to magic, he had been meditating under the guidance of an old scholar since he was six years old, and he had persisted for so many years without interruption, and his spiritual will and ability to perceive heaven and earth were better than those of ordinary cultivators. I kept repeating the same thing for five days, so I was very proficient.

Two hours later, the moon was full in the sky, and Ning Shu opened his eyes.

Understand that it's time to take the most crucial step.

I saw him flip the blade of the sword, and with a swipe on the wrist, the sharp cold light instantly cut the wrist, and the blood spurted out and poured on the sword, just like the blood of Mr. Song after being injured at that time melted into the Xuanjin Sword, the slight difference was that Ning Shu's blood did not melt into it, and he didn't care, just let the blood drip from the sword body.

He brushed it with his hand, the remaining blood on the sword body turned into dust and dispersed, under a closer look, the sword body was dyed with a layer of blurred blood red, the wound on his wrist had stopped bleeding, leaving only a hideous wound, his face was a little pale, he raised the small sword in his hand, facing the bright moon in the air.

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"Is it feasible to make the sword psychic in a month?" the book building was quiet, and the green light on the bookcase suddenly asked.

"Believe me, that kid is feeding the sword with the blood made by the Shengsheng Creation Pill, how can there be anything more aura in the world than the Shengsheng Creation Pill, and I don't know where this kid got this kind of heavenly treasure, but even if there is no such procedure, this kid's talent is not bad, and his concentration is even better, so it is only a matter of time before the sword is psychic. The brush hanging from the pen stand replied.

With that, the building fell silent again.

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In the Tushi Palace, the Golden Horn King is sitting on the tiger skin throne and talking to the big fat and the two thin, there was originally a futon for meditation in the Taoist temple, presumably the Golden Horn King felt very uncomfortable, so he got a tiger skin chair out of nowhere, and placed it in the Doushi Palace where the fairy weapon was full of contrast. The King of the Golden Horn excitedly shook his calves that couldn't touch the ground, and said that the little lady of the Hu family was amazed at the talent of the king, and she was so boastful, and the big fat propped up and down with her big head, drowsy.

Ning Shu walked in from outside the door, found a random place to sit down, and then fainted, and the wound on his wrist was bled again.

Seeing this, Da Fei suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Ning Shu, what's wrong with you, isn't it the old monster in the study building who can't eat people?" The second slender stepped forward and looked at Ning Shu's pale face and said with concern.

The Golden Horn King squinted his eyes and praised him: "What a boldness, I didn't expect you kid to dare to feed the sword with blood, this old ghost in the anti-heaven law study building said that he wouldn't let me take a look at it, but in the end it was cheaper for you." ”

"Will he die then?" Da Fei stretched out his hand and put it under Ning Shu's nose for an interview, but fortunately, his breathing was steady.

"The first sword sacrifice will inevitably consume your mind, so it's good to get a good night's sleep. This sacrificial sword method is the most dangerous, and it is a forbidden method to use blood channeling, and the whole body is full of essence and blood to raise a sword, how can ordinary people withstand such loss, let alone seek longevity, and they will be short-lived imps. ”

"However, the body that has been tempered with the medicinal properties of his life and creation can also bear it, coupled with the old ghosts in the building who use the body as a furnace to raise the pill and his own cultivation talent, multi-pronged, not surprisingly, the medicinal power deposited in his body can be absorbed after reaching the Wangsheng realm. The Golden Horn King said slowly.

Then he stretched out his hand and popped out two blue-white pills into Da Fei's hand: "Crush this Guyuan Pill one by one orally and apply it externally, this sacrificial sword technique needs some medicine to nourish the body's qi and blood." ”

"Tsk...... Zhongtian crape myrtle sword ....."

The Golden Horn King looked at the small sword that Ning Shu was holding in his fingers thoughtfully.

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For Ning Shu, since he had decided to cultivate the sword, he had no idea of looking back.

On the seventh day, he spread his senses, not only enveloping the sword in his hand, but also spreading to the entire lake in front of the building, and a trace of blue-white magic will converge from all sides, turning into a small stream and flowing into the sword, and from the small purple sword into his eyebrows.

Heaven and earth, the little purple sword, himself.

The connection between the flesh and the sword, the connection between the sword and the law and the mind, creates a delicate balance.

He found the right key to open the lock in front of him.

In his sensory world, the lake in front of him, a broken bridge over the lake, and an island in the lake all seemed extremely detailed, and all he had to do now was to continue the broken bridge, climb onto the island in the center of the lake, open the lock, and push open a door.

Behind the door is a whole new world.

There must be something different about the island.

He was originally a small scholar in Ping'an City, and even going to Los Angeles to study was largely a trivial matter, until he saw someone pay for his life in Xujia Village, Shucheng, but he was hiding in the corner and could not do anything, he didn't understand what he needed.

After being rescued by the two demons on the mountain, he made an extremely interesting deal with the demon king in the mountain, in exchange for the opportunity to practice in the mountain, but found that the road ahead was difficult, and those mysterious symbols were also engraved in his body, and even the old scholars who had depended on each other since childhood became not so ordinary.

Even when things happened, he was hovering on the edge of life and death, and he also encountered a great opportunity, as if he was destined to embark on the path of cultivation, and since then there has been an indescribable gap from the world.

Today, he finally wants to turn this gap into reality, and the bridge in front of him is the beginning of the avenue.

Ning Shu stood up and walked on the broken bridge with his feet raised, all the movements were so natural and natural.

He was about to approach the island in the lake, but he stopped.

Because.

The bridge is broken.

The bridge was broken, so it was impossible to continue and see the unknown scenery.

No one can refuse that they can become better, so when Ning Shu knew that there could be people in the world who could fly to the sky and call for wind and rain, and knew that the stories of those characters in mythology could be true, he also wanted to practice.

But he always felt like he was going to lose something important.

What if the price of enjoying the most beautiful scenery was to pay with one's own life?

Ning Shu stood by the broken bridge in silence.

Yes, definitely.

Fuck it with a sword.

Whoever makes me lose something, I will cut him off.

Mr. Song answered like this on the boat at that time, and now Ning Shu has given the same answer in the face of what he may lose in the future.

He threw out the small purple sword in his hand, and the small sword suddenly grew larger, filling the distance between the broken bridge and the small island, and lay across the lake.

The boy walked up slowly, like a tourist enjoying the flowers along the way, comfortable and steady.

When he stepped on the island in the lake.

This night, everything fell into place, the whole small lake was broken and the bridge was landscaped, and the purple sword and the boy on the island merged into a whole.

At this moment, the boy broke three steps in a row.

This step goes straight to the realm of divine thought.