One month!

Bai Bi and Qing Deng looked at the young man who was meditating on the ground in the middle of the building, a purple sword hilt, and a small sword with cold light on the sword body hung on his chest, and under a closer look, there were faint blood lines on the sword body. A clear light connected the young man's eyebrows with the sword body, and Fifty Strings trembled under the clear light, enjoying it very much.

Ning Shu spent a month of hard work and finally made the sword in his hand psychic. An indescribable, unclear qi spread between man and the sword, and he could clearly feel the existence of the sword in the perceptual heaven and earth in his mind, just like when he realized the Tao that night.

It's like a newborn baby's clumsy swinging arms, which are jerky but seem to have blended together.

Only when the sword can move with the mind can the sword be considered psychic, and the way of the sword can be regarded as a small success.

Fortunately, after the sword is psychic, there is no need to practice with blood, as long as he uses the law to warm up in the future, his law will not only be the sword in his hand, but also the clear light in the center of his eyebrows.

Ning Shu also further consolidated the cultivation of the Divine Mind Realm.

"What's the matter, the person I instructed, the old man, I never lie, I say that a month is a month. The white pen patted his chest proudly.

"Fart, if it weren't for my Yun Dan method to dissolve the medicinal power of his whole body of the Life Creation Pill, how fast would he be?"

"But this son's mind is really firm, and this state of mind is enough to surpass the eight adults on the fairy road. Qing Lantern exclaimed.

Seeing only a flash of purple light, the fifty strings on Ning Shu's chest disappeared in midair, and only a purple pattern was printed on the center of his eyebrows, which gradually faded after a while.

Ning Shu got up and gave a pen and a lamp on the bookcase as a gift to the master and apprentice.

"Hahaha, there's no need for this, we two old men didn't teach you anything. Qing Lantern smiled.

Ning Shu didn't speak, but still finished the master-apprentice salute before standing up.

"In this case, the old man will not take advantage of you, and will teach you a sword trick today. ”

A purple light shot out from the pen stand, and the white pen wrote hundreds of tadpole-sized characters in the air, and after Ning Shu engraved it in his heart, it dissipated into the air.

"Zhongtian Ziwei Sword Technique" is also a mutilated method, only the sword technique, and nothing else, just a kind of attack technique in "Zhongtian Ziwei Chapter", and the "Chengtian Imitation Chapter" imprinted in the body, there is no cultivation foundation for spitting and relieving and perceiving the meaning of heaven and earth.

However, for his own extremely special cultivation method, it didn't seem to be that important.

Ning Shu bowed again.

"Okay, okay, I know that your kid is leaving today, don't bother. Qing Lantern said lightly.

When the door closed, Bai Bi said to himself: "If you kid has attained the supreme Dao fruit one day, don't forget to come and see our two bad old men." ”

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Continue to Los Angeles.

Ning Shu made a decision to leave a few days ago, counting the days, it has been a month and a half since he left Ping'an City, and it is not far from the assessment time of the Divine Dynasty's further study, so he can't be a demon in the mountains for a lifetime.

There must always be some ideas, if there is no dream, then he might as well die in Ping'an City, go to class in peace, and live a stable life.

But he chose to leave.

Then someone died for him.

There must be an end to this road.

There has to be a result.

So he had to leave.

When the King of the Golden Horn learned about it, he didn't keep it, he shook his head indifferently, and he looked like he came and went at will, just like picking up a homeless man who ate and drank for nothing to do good deeds, thinking that you kid would have to learn some spells, and when he had suffered from the mountain, he would know how comfortable the mountain was.

The big fat and the second thin were reluctant to send Ning Shu out of the mountain.

Ning Shu stood at the foot of the mountain, turned around and waved his hand at the fat and thin figure, and then walked towards the mountain in front of him.

The Golden Horn King floated on the edge of the cliff, looking at the young man's back thoughtfully.

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"When you climb over this hill, you can see the human city. That's what Big Fat said.

"It's really a mountain. ”

Ning Shu wiped the beads of sweat that kept flowing down his forehead.

He listened to Da Fei's relaxed tone, but he didn't take into account that it was a mountain demon spirit. I thought this mountain was not big, but I didn't expect that the jungles were stacked and the dense forests were one after another, and I got lost while walking. All around are towering ancient trees, their dense foliage blocking the sun.

Birdsong Mountain is more secluded.

He had been walking in the mountains all day, and before he knew it, he had come to a valley. It was already close to night, and the valley seemed even quieter.

There was not even a bird's cry in this valley, and it was lifeless, and Ning Shu muttered in his heart, and walked cautiously. Although it was night, it was a twelve-point spirit, there are many demons in the mountains, who can guarantee that they will not strayed into the territory of a demon king, and there will be no second one like the golden horn king.

There seem to be many dangers hidden in the dense jungle, Ning Shu is holding a long wooden stick in his hand, walking while exploring the road, the atmosphere is quite depressing, it stands to reason that listening to birdsong in the mountains should be an extremely normal thing, now not only is there no birdsong, but also no movement of life can be heard, except for the sound of his own breathing.

The so-called fear of what comes, survived the silent valley night, just when he couldn't help but compose poems and praise for the rising sun, but suddenly stopped.

In front of me, a black bear was lying at the mouth of the valley, with thick black fur and blood-red eyes staring at the breakfast delivered to the door in front of him with a sense of human greed.

Look at this figure is not an ordinary beast, it should be a demon beast with an open spirit.

Ning Shu secretly complained in his heart, he would rather fight the tiger than the mad bear. The most unprovoked beasts in the mountains are bears, the strength is infinite, a thick old tree can be pulled up, like to eat people's brains, when encountering a living person, they will chase and pounce, it is really a hegemon in the mountains, not to mention this demon beast that opens the spirit. Ning Shu remembered the admonitions of the old people in the city when he was a child, and stepped back unhurriedly.

The bear demon stood up, his crimson tongue flicked with saliva in his mouth, his arms stretched out, roaring like thunder, breathtaking, like a black wall, straight towards Ning Shu.

Ning Shu didn't hesitate, turned around and ran.

After running for two steps, he was suddenly stunned, thinking that he was also a Divine Mind Realm monk, and he was not an ordinary person.

At this thought, the bear demon was less than two meters behind him, and with a single stretch of his claws, he could lift his skull. Ning Shu's physical fitness has been greatly improved after the strange symbols of "Chengtian Imitation", but he is also an embarrassed cat's waist, which can avoid the blow of the bear demon.

The bear demon couldn't hit it with a blow, and roared angrily, which shocked Ning Shu's ears and buzzed, and before he could dodge, the second blow had already arrived in front of him, and the bear demon had enough strength this time to stop the person in front of him and shoot him to death.

Purple light flashed.

The bear demon wailed, and one of its arms flew out, blood pouring out, and fell into the grass beside it.

Ning Shu was afraid for a while, if he hadn't remembered that he still had a sword just now, and his mind had cut off the arm of this bear demon, it might become its appetizing breakfast in the next second.

The bear demon did not stop attacking after losing an arm, and the book said that bears are stupid, and it is right to be injured without knowing it.

The bear demon roared, bringing a burst of fishy qi to pounce, and Ning Shu took a step sideways and flashed past the side of the bear demon's broken arm. The bear demon turned to Ning Shu behind him.

The back is in full view.

"Chop. ”

I only heard a low cry, and the fifty strings passed through the back of the bear demon's head, and the bear demon staggered forward two steps, and fell to the ground, like a large noodle bag, patting a burst of leaves, screaming in his mouth and trying to get up, but he didn't do it, and after struggling for a while, there was no movement.

Ning Shu sat on the ground with his butt around, and fifty strings surrounded him, as if he hadn't reminisced from the battle just now.

"The first time I killed a demon. He thought to himself.

This was Ning Shu's first battle after becoming a cultivator.

After savoring it for a while, Ning Shu patted the soil on his buttocks, got up and prepared to leave, took two steps and suddenly remembered that bear bile seemed to be an elixir, which could refine the sword body, so he turned around and returned to the corpse of the bear demon, looked for the location of the abdomen, endured the heavy smell of blood, broke the bear's belly with a sword, poked it in with his hand, and when he came out again, there was an extra bear bile in his hand.

Ning Shu put the fifty strings in the palm of his hand and pierced the bear bile, purple bile flowed down the sword body, and the sword body trembled slightly. Ning Shu sat cross-legged on the ground, communicating with the sword body with his eyebrows, and the clear light flowed like a stream, cleaning away the bloody aura that the sword body carried after killing the bear demon.

If the sword of sword cultivation is a part of the body, then the bloody and filthy breath of the sword body is the dirt on the body, which needs to be cleaned to keep it clean and clear.

Love the sword as you love yourself.

This is an unwritten rule that is respected by all sword cultivators in the world.

After meditating and raising the sword, Ning Shu continued to embark on the journey out of the mountain,

For two days in a row, going around in the mountains, his eyes were full of woods and grass, how could he see the slightest crowd, Ning Shu had not yet reached the kind of high and profound realm where he could fly with a sword, so he had to look at the sun to discern the direction.

The Taoist robe on the body does not have the slightest dilapidated appearance, which is given to him by the King of the Golden Horn when he leaves the Tushi Palace, the name is very elegant, called the Mi Luo Yingyue robe, it is said that it can prevent knives and guns, avoid water and fire, and not stain dust. The previous battle with the bear demon was as clean as ever. At this time, Ning Shu was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, walking in the mountains and forests, and he also had the appearance of a real Taoist.