"Practice... Practice swords!"

It can be regarded as having it, but this answer is really very Mu Shengxun.

It is said that Mu Shengxun is the leader of the young generation of the Cangjian Sect, a disciple who holds the sword wherever he goes every day, and he really puts the way of the sword in the first place.

Cheng Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, and then slowly clapped his hands: "It's good to practice swords, practicing swords can make people happy." Why don't you practice swords now, Senior Brother Mu?"

"Now?" Mu Sheng asked.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded and said, "Yes, if Senior Brother Mu is happy to practice, he is just practicing playing the flute." ”

Hearing this, Mu Shengxun drew his sword and jumped up without saying a word.

Cheng Zhaozhao was excited, and hurriedly ran to the side of the boulder and sat down, which was an excellent viewing position.

I've been in the sect for so long, and I've seen him draw his sword a few times.

I didn't expect to have the opportunity to watch him practice swords.

Jiang Chumiao's heart was shocked, Senior Brother Mu had never practiced swords in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and no one among the disciples in the sect could get a glimpse of his sword practice, but he didn't expect to listen to this junior sister's words, in this bamboo forest......

But soon her myriad thoughts were left behind, and she didn't want to miss such a scene, holding her face like Cheng Zhaozhao, watching it fascinated.

Cheng Zhaozhao's eyes were glowing green at the moment.

As soon as Mu Shengxun held the sword, he seemed to be a different person, usually he was like ice and extremely cold. The sword is like fire, the aura is majestic, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The sword aura is fierce, like a dragon swimming in the sky, and he is now practicing the simplest introductory swordsmanship in the sect.

It is precisely because it is an introductory swordsmanship, and Cheng Zhaozhao will naturally know that he is fluent in swinging the sword at the moment, so that the standard movements should be practiced countless times, so that he can reach the ultimate level every time he swords.

A sword was struck, but seeing that the sword qi invisibly lifted a thick withered bamboo leaf, the pace changed, and the moves were flexible.

The dead leaves rolled with the sword qi, like rushing waves, and the speed was so fast that these dead leaves instantly caught fire. The original flowing dead leaves instantly turned into charred ash in the air and fell to the ground.

Usually, when I saw Mu Shengxun, my eyes were attracted by his handsome and extraordinary face, but when I saw him practicing swords, I was surprised that his posture was so upright.

Cheng Zhaozhao's mouth was full of.

It wasn't until a set of swordsmanship drills was completed and Mu Shengxun neatly withdrew the Liucang Sword from its scabbard that Cheng Zhaozhao reacted and hurriedly picked up the white jade flute he placed on the stone table.

"Senior Brother Mu, are you happy now?

Mu Shengxun took the flute and blew it again.

Cheng Zhaozhao was close, dizzy for a while, and he steadied his feet at the moment, so he didn't retreat in front of Mu Shengxun.

"These sword moves, for Senior Brother Mu, are just a drop in the water, and it is not surprising that there is no joy. Jiang Chumiao said.

It seems that he is not happy at all.

"Senior Brother Namu, you just practice your high-level-" Cheng Zhaozhao suddenly stopped, high-level exercises and sword moves really can't be practiced casually for them to see.

"Otherwise, Senior Brother Mu, after you finish practicing the sword next time, you will play the flute. But remember to play with the joy of the moment, and you have to remember that feeling. Cheng Zhaozhao said bitterly.

Mu Shengxun's expression was faint.

"I have an idea. Jiang Chumiao said.

"Oh, then you can say it. Cheng Zhaozhao turned around.

Jiang Chumiao glanced at Mu Shengxun and said: "A genius sword cultivator like Senior Brother Mu, ordinary sword practice will naturally not have ups and downs, I am afraid that it will only occur when defeating the opponent." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "You mean looking for someone to give a battle order? ”

Jiang Chumiao nodded: "Senior Sister Cheng is not a real sword cultivator now, so naturally she will not know the thrill of defeating the opponent in the competition." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao's face showed a look of stupidity.

"Senior sister, you don't have to be sad, your current cultivation is still shallow, and in a few years, if you have your own spirit sword, you can also become a real sword cultivator. Jiang Chumiao smiled slightly.

"Ha, I'm not sad, sooner or later. Cheng Zhaozhao has confidence in himself.

"Why did Senior Sister Fang have that expression?"

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "I just thought that the spirit stones I saved were not enough to buy a scabbard, and when I thought of this, I was a little worried." ”

The first step to becoming a true sword cultivator is naturally to have a spirit sword of your own.

No, Jiang Chumiao smiled and said, "Senior sister, the spirit swords of the disciples of the Cangjian Sect are not all bought. ”

"It's not bought, it's haired?"

Does the sect still have a good thing to give its disciples a sword?

But think about it, it's the top sword cultivation sect in Dongling, and this strength should be there.

Jiang Chumiao said: "Senior sister should be a beginner in casual cultivation, so I don't know the key." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded.

Jiang Chumiao looked at the Zhitian Peak bordering the stars and said, "There are two ways for the disciples of the Cangjian Sect to obtain the Spirit Sword in the sect. First, after waiting for the foundation to be built, you can go to the sword pool of the Hidden Sword Pavilion to choose a spirit sword.

Another is to climb to the sword sea between the clouds of Zhitian Peak, where there are some spiritual swords with extraordinary origins, most of them have spiritual sense, and only when they are destined will they recognize the master. ”

The reason why the Hidden Sword Pavilion is called the Hidden Sword Pavilion is because the high-level spirit swords collected in the sect for tens of thousands of years have been collected in it.

And the spirit sword in the sea of clouds and swords that refers to the heavenly peak is more spiritual.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded, that is to say, to distribute the spirit sword, it needs to wait until after the foundation is built?

That......

Cheng Zhaozhao looked at Mu Shengxun: "Senior Brother Mu's Heavenly Sword was also taken from the Finger Heaven Peak?"

Jiang Chumiao said: "Naturally." The Heavenly Sword Forger of the sect does not say that the Sword Monarch will place all the Heavenly Swords he casts on the top of the Heavenly Peak, and after each Heavenly Sword is forged, the Heavenly Peak has an open period of one month, and all the monks of Tianchu can have the opportunity to compete for the Heavenly Sword.

Senior Brother Mu was originally in order to get this Heavenly Sword, and it took three days and three nights to climb to the Cloud Sword Sea, and it took several days to select this Heavenly Sword among the countless spirit swords, and he won the first place. ”

In the past, I only thought that Mu Shengxun could get the Heavenly Sword, all because he was a personal disciple of Tianchen Zhenjun.

And he has today's achievements, everyone will only think that it is because he has a very powerful master, and ignore his own efforts.

Now that I think about it, a famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and the pressure that Mu Shengxun has to bear is indeed not small.

Cheng Zhaozhao stared at Mu Shengxun's eyes and said seriously: "Senior Brother Mu, in addition to sword cultivation, you should do something to make yourself happy." Not for the flute assessment, but for yourself. ”

Hearing this, Mu Shengxun tightened the sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

It was only that soon, this smile disappeared, and he thought of what Tianchen Zhenjun had said, and his expression became solemn.

Cheng Zhaozhao naturally noticed the sudden coldness on him, and only thought that he had said the wrong thing.

"Then I see that it's getting late today, so I won't bother Senior Brother Mu and leave first. ”

Jiang Chumiao saw Cheng Zhaozhao carrying the piano, left without looking back, glanced at Mu Shengxun, and left.

The depths of the bamboo forest fell silent, and no one spoke.