Early in the morning, the door of the third grade A and No. 2 of the Sword Sect was closed, and Dong Shengao was lying on the bed.

The sound of slamming the door sounded, Dong Shen opened the door with an irritated face, and when he saw Yu Heng at the door, his face eased, Yu Heng rushed into the house and found a chair to sit down.

Dong Shen closed the door, walked slowly through, and asked, "What's the urgency like this?"

Yu Heng took two breaths and stared at Dong Shen's eyes, "That poor boy, gather gas for half a day." ”

Dong Shen shook his head firmly, "You heard it wrong, it's impossible." ”

"I hope I heard it wrong!" Yu Heng burst into foul language in a hurry.

"It's all spread outside, and last night the palace worship, Lord Jiang Yan, and Lord Siwen Cao Wei all went to the Sword Sect to witness the incident. ”

Dong Shen's legs weakened and he collapsed on the bed.

There was a knock at the door again, Dong Shen was already confused, and Yu Heng had no choice but to open it himself.

The little housekeeper of the dormitory looked respectful, and he was not surprised to see Yu Heng, "Yu Gongzi, Dong Gongzi, just now Liu Gongzi sent someone to send a letter, and you two personally opened it." ”

Yu Heng had a bad premonition, took the envelope, waved his hand to let the steward leave, and suddenly seemed to remember something, called him back, took out a gold coin from his arms, and said to him: "Hard work." ”

The little steward took it after one or two excuses, and walked out with a breeze, it seems that yesterday was the right bet!

Yu Heng returned to the chair, opened the envelope, and only one line of words on the stationery made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

"Yunluo and I are brothers in the same sect. ”

Yu Heng said in a deep voice: "Brother Dong, we have to sum it up." ”

Dong Shen looked dazed and muttered, "Sum it up, sum it up." ”

It is still the small spiritual vein that makes others covetous, but it has changed a few sect guards, and an old sword cultivator of the fifth grade is in charge himself.

Yunluo woke up from his sleep, only to feel full of energy, sitting inward, there seemed to be a layer of mist in the dantian, which was the heaven and earth vitality that had been absorbed and transformed into his own true qi.

Yunluo just quietly looked at these mist drifting in the dantian, and never got tired of looking at it, this is cultivation, and I am also a cultivator!

Last night, Chen Qingfeng didn't stop doing anything, and talked to Yunluo thoroughly about the various passes, large and small realms, specific performances, and some basic common sense of the cultivation world.

So now he understands what kind of big things he has done.

With a long exhale, he opened his eyes and stared at the roof, and the clouds began to recount.

So he remembered the gift left to him by the mysterious white-clothed swordsman Jing Yuheng;

In the sea of knowledge, the light cluster sent by Chen Qingfeng had turned into a cloud-falling understanding and memory, and disappeared. Only a light cluster was flickering with a more powerful light, and with a slight touch of consciousness, Jing Yuheng's lonely and cold figure appeared, accompanied by a few words of explanation, sixteen sword styles were displayed from his hand one by one, and then, Jing Yuheng opened his mouth to talk about the unique sword qi operation method, which he called the eighteen stops of sword qi, and after that, his figure slowly disappeared, and the light group was still the same, returning to silence.

According to Jing Yuheng's narration, the nine turns of sword qi are actually the true qi in the body in a special path to exert the maximum power of sword moves, and the nine turns mean eighteen key points, which are counted as cultivation completions after they are opened one by one, which can greatly enhance the power of sword qi.

Yunluo tried to draw out a stream of true qi from the dantian, breathing according to the method of nine turns of sword qi, and the true qi suddenly flew away like a roaring true dragon, paused in front of the first acupoint, and then slammed down, impacting the pass.

The pass was crumbling, but this true qi was almost consumed, Yunluo hurriedly called out a few more true qi support, the first trick was broken in response, several true qi gathered into one, and continued to rush forward with a roar, until it broke through the seventh pass, Yunluo had to stop.

Because his dantian was empty, his previous savings were consumed by him.

While sitting down cross-legged and recovering his true qi, he frowned slightly, thinking to himself, how can this method be so simple, wouldn't it be easy to practice if he has enough true qi, and it is not in line with the identity of the peerless master of that Jing's predecessors.

After freshening up, Yunluo gently picked up the Sword Sect disciple uniform issued yesterday, looked at it over and over, and under the touch of his fingertips, there was a unique lubricating feel of silk, and after changing it, he nodded, it was different from the previous coarse linen clothes.

Gently folded the changed linen clothes, put them on the head of the bed, and patted them, "Old man, have a good rest." ”

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he couldn't change the life of this miser.

Opening the door and looking at the clouds and mist in front of him, the birds singing and the flowers fragrant, he took a deep breath of moist and slightly sweet air, and stretched a big lazy waist.

Yunluo always felt that something was wrong, looked around, and suddenly reacted, where did that chatter go?

At this moment, an old man walked slowly, looked at Yun Luo and said, "I am Fan Liyang, the deacon of the Sword Sect, you can call me Uncle Fan." ”

Yunluo hurriedly saluted, and Fan Liyang said, "The four of them won't come out for a while and a half." ”

Yunluo said: "Why?"

Fan Liyang smiled: "It's not because of you, with you Zhuyu in front, they still dare to slack off for half a point?"

Yunluo scratched his head, I don't even know how to answer this, hehe.

Fan Liyang said again: "But these days, you won't be idle, in addition to your own cultivation, you can start practicing the Sword Sutra." ”

"Sword Sutra?"

"yes, so why don't you go now?"

"Where?"

"Sword Pavilion. ”

Sword Pavilion, a small three-story building, is the storage place of the Xiling Sword Sect's classics, where all kinds of sword scriptures written or collected by the Xiling Sword Sect over the centuries are stored, and it is the first place of the Sword Sect in addition to the Ancestor Hall.

In Yunluo's imagination, such a heavy land should have layers of mechanisms and heavy guards, and in the words of the rivers and lakes, even a fly can't fly in.

But in fact, when he stood in the open space at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, there was only an old man lying leisurely under a pine tree in front of him, his eyelids slightly closed as if he was asleep.

Fan Liyang approached lightly and said respectfully, "Master Jiang, that kid is here." ”

The old man opened his eyes, a pair of eyes burst out of the essence, when the clouds fell on the landing, he felt as if there was a thousand heavy burdens on his body, his whole body trembled, his legs gradually bent, and the force was actually to press his knees to kneel.

Fan Liyang was shocked: "Master Jiang, this!"

Old man Jiang didn't hear it, just stared at Yunluo tightly.

Yunluo gritted his teeth, holding on to his death, his qi machine was running with difficulty, and he unconsciously used the breathing method of the nine turns of sword qi that he had just practiced, and it was strange to say that slowly he actually stood upright.

Suddenly, Old Man Jiang withdrew his coercion and stood up with a smile on his face, "Little brother, it's not bad, let's go to the Sword Pavilion." ”

The gate of the Sword Pavilion opened without wind, and the old man walked in with Yunluo without saying anything, leaving Fan Liyang alone in the wind.

When he arrived on the second floor, Yunluo's face was expressionless, "Senior, what do you want to ask or what do you want to do?"

Old man Jiang smiled, no longer seeing a little superior demeanor, and asked obscenely: "That, hehe, what, where did the little brother learn that breathing method just now?"

Yunluo was vigilant in his heart, and he didn't know whether to talk about it or not, so he didn't talk about it, so he casually said nonsense: "I figured it out myself." ”

Old man Jiang was surprised: "It's amazing, it's really a genius boy who has reached the top of Sword Mountain eighty-one and gathered qi for half a day, and he can figure out such an ancient method as the nine turns of sword qi!"

There are five words in particular that bite harder.

Yunluo was surprised: "Seniors know?!" Then he was a little embarrassed, "It's Yunluo who spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and I ask my seniors to forgive me." ”

Old man Jiang waved his hand, "That's right, who knows what kind of ghosts and ghosts are hidden in this Sword Sect." ”

Looking at Yunluo, "Tell me, who did you meet after reaching the top of Eighty-One?"

Yunluo thought for a while, "I just wanted to ask my senior, who is Jing Yuheng?"

Old man Jiang's eyes widened and he rubbed his hands nervously, "You met him after you reached the top?"

Yunluo looked at the old man's expression, did this expression wish I had met it or not?

But I still have to tell the truth, "Exactly, but I don't know who he is." ”

Old man Jiang suddenly jumped up and slapped Yunluo on the back of the head, "You said that you are such a genius, how can you be like a fool, you don't understand the cultivation realm, and you don't know anyone!"

After finishing speaking, he was still panting in his nose, and looked at Yunluo with an expression of hatred that could not be made of steel.

Yunluo said innocently: "I've only been here for two days. Then he asked hesitantly, "Is he famous?"

Listening to Yunluo's words, Old Man Jiang simply turned his back, out of sight and out of mind.

Yunluo was not reluctant, silently looking around on the second floor, as far as the eye could see, there were books with a faint light, he just walked, and he didn't reach out to touch, "Nanhua Dream Sword Sutra", "Lingyuan Avenue True Solution", "Jin Ge Sword Technique", "Nucang Sword Sutra", "Yuxu Kunlun Sword Sutra", one by one names came into view, and it seemed to be very powerful.

Old man Jiang appeared beside him at some point, and slapped him on the back of the head, "I said that you kid is heartless, I don't know how to comfort and comfort the old man when he sees him sulking, so that the old man can't get off the stage." ”

Yunluo hurriedly turned around and saluted, looking respectful, "Seniors forgive sins." ”

Seeing such a soft and hard person who didn't eat and had no temper, Old Man Jiang suddenly waved his hand like a deflated ball, "Okay, okay, how did you meet such a guy like you." Come with me. ”

Yunluo walked behind Old Man Jiang, and a hint of a treacherous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Old Man Jiang looked back, "I said you kid did it on purpose, right?!"

The four looked at each other, and suddenly let out a burst of laughter, Yunluo rubbed the buttocks that had been kicked, and followed the old man Jiang into the inner room.

Yunluo slapped Old Man Jiang again on the back of the head, and turned around angrily, "I'm not welcome to do this again!"

Old man Jiang sneered, "You don't have to move to beat your old man." Look at the portraits for yourself to see if you deserve to be beaten. ”

Following the old man's gaze, there were several portraits neatly hung on one wall, and the highest in the center was Jing Yuheng who Yunluo was chasing after the old man and asking, and the two lines of text below the portrait formed four words in Yunluo's mind, "Founding Patriarch?"

Old man Jiang sneered, "You said you shouldn't be beaten." ”

Yunluo could only smile with embarrassment and politeness, his heart moved, and he took the opportunity to change the topic and said: "Senior Jiang, I still have a question, why did Ancestor Jing say that I was the one who reached the summit again in the past thirty years, but Senior Brother Huo said that no one had reached the summit from eighty-one in a hundred years?"

A trace of sadness appeared on Old Man Jiang's cynical face without warning, and for a while, the atmosphere in the inner room became solemn.

Old man Jiang waved his hand to isolate a small world, "I really want to know, it won't be good for you to know, and you may even die." ”

Yunluo said calmly, "Do you think I should know?"

Old man Jiang's face was slightly entangled and he made a decision, and said to Yun Luo: "I'll tell you, but after you know, I will personally teach you the Sword Sutra." ”

Yunluo hesitated: "Sect Master?"

"Whatever he does!"

As soon as Yunluo's robe was lifted, he was about to bow to the old man Jiang, and remembered what the master said to him before leaving, "When you go to the Sword Sect, you naturally want to learn from the master, how to come and how to come, the old man doesn't care about that." They are all true sword immortals, and it is naturally better for you to worship under their door than to follow a bad old man like me. ”

Master, you will always be my Master, and without you I would not be where I am today.

Who would have thought that the old man Jiang flicked with one hand, and a burst of strength made Yunluo unable to worship, looking at Yunluo with a stunned face, the old man Jiang said: "You don't need to apprentice, just learn the sword." ”

He didn't know what Yunluo was thinking in his head, even if he knew, he would be very calm, there were many such disciples in the sect, and if he climbed the high branches, he would forget the past, and he would only be stabbed to death by Old Man Jiang with a sword.

Telling Yunluo to sit down, Old Man Jiang went straight to the point, "Ancestor Jing is right, thirty years ago, someone did climb to the top from Eighty-One. This is a secret past of the Sword Sect. ”

Yunluo didn't interject and waited for the following.

Wait for the mystery to be revealed.