People are curious, and the more others don't let them touch things, the more curious they want to touch. Mozi Pavilion After Murong Feng stayed in the Scripture Pavilion on the second floor for a while, he really couldn't hold back his curiosity. Tentatively walked towards the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as he arrived at the third layer of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Murong Feng discovered the various prohibitions deployed around. Fortunately, he has the eyes of the spirit fox, and it is not difficult to bypass the prohibition of these mechanisms. After Murong Feng easily dodged the layers of prohibitions, he finally walked to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion on the third floor.

Unlike the first two floors, there are four bookcases in the Scripture Pavilion on the third floor, but each bookcase contains only one book. Looking at the four classics covered with dust, Murong Feng was a little eager to take out the first classic book to check.

As soon as the tome was taken out, the mechanism under the tome was activated. Murong Feng shouted badly, and wanted to dodge, but found that after a few lights flashed through his body, the mechanism was not triggered.

Relieved, Murong Feng patted the dust on the book and began to check the pedestal where the books were stored. It turns out that these four classics have different organ prohibitions placed under them. If you take the tome, the corresponding mechanism will be triggered. Moreover, these mechanisms are very cleverly arranged, even Murong Feng, who has the eyes of the spirit fox, ignores the mystery in them if he doesn't pay attention to it.

This classic turned out to be Xibohou's congenital hexagram, the so-called innate hexagram, which is the legendary gossip divination. It is rumored to have been created by Xibohou in the Western Zhou Dynasty in ancient times. Relying on the innate hexagrams, Xibohou deduced many major events that would happen in the future. And recorded his deduction in a book and named it the Book of Heaven. And the classics in his hands are the hexagram records deduced by Xibohou.

Unexpectedly, what he had in his hand was the book of heaven that recorded Xi Bohou's deduction of hexagrams. Murong Feng excitedly opened the record about Da Yuan. only to find that a few pages of his own era had been torn off. It seems that in order to avoid revealing the secret of heaven, someone deliberately tore off a few relevant pages. And only a few sentences remain in the fragments:

The twilight entered the house and was shipwrecked, and the dragon swam into the shallows and entered the cold door. Heaven descends on the mind and painstaking minds, and brothers cannibalize each other in the bloody twilight.

The founding of the sect was established to defend against foreign enemies, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring to appeal to the loyal soul. The spirit fox god has a peep into the sky, and Xixi fights without hatred.

The living soul is miserable to receive the heavy responsibility, and the desperate situation is rewarded to the honor. After reversing the Mandate of Heaven and slaying demons, the Five Elements Sword is determined.

After reading the few sentences left on the classics several times, Murong Feng thought about it for a long time and didn't understand the meaning. Seeing that it was getting late, Murong Feng put the classics back in their place and left the Scripture Pavilion to return to his residence. And not long after Murong Feng left, Aoki appeared in the third floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, looked at Murong Feng's distant back and smiled, and disappeared again.

In the following days, Murong Feng studied the basic exercises of sword cultivation in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion during the day, and practiced in the trial ground of the Lingxiao Sword Gate at night. After about a month of this, Murong Feng, who had returned from cultivation, met Aoki again at the door of his residence.

"Manipulate the Zhan Lu Sword and try to fight me. Seeing Murong Feng returning from cultivation, Aoki said straight to the point.

After hearing Aoki's request, Murong Feng hurriedly urged the spiritual power in his body, and the flying sword array flag quickly fused, but unfortunately because of his spiritual sense, he was never able to fuse into a complete Zhanlu sword.

Ever since Murong Feng stopped cultivating the Soul Shifting Dafa and began to consolidate his soul according to Dongfang Wuhe's request. His spiritual sense has always been maintained at the level of the late stage of the ordinary cultivator Jin Dan. The array flags required to assemble the Zhanlu Sword are 108, that is, the spiritual sense needs to be in the primordial infancy stage to control them all. Therefore, no matter how hard Murong Feng tried, the Zhan Lu Sword could not be assembled at all.

Looking at Murong Feng's somewhat helpless eyes, Aoki threw an iron sword to Murong Feng and said, "You can use this to fight me." ”

picked up the iron sword that Aoki had thrown and tried it, Murong Feng felt that it was quite a good hand, so he brandished his sword and made a move against Aoki, "Sword Swing Eight Desolations".

Looking at the menacing Murong Feng, Aoki raised the crutches in his hand and also performed a trick "Sword Swing Eight Desolations".

The two swords intersected, and the sword in Murong Feng's hand was instantly cut in half.

"It's a bit of an appearance, but it's a pity that it's only external, but not internal. You intensify your training and strive to comprehend the sword intent within a month. I'll come back to you in a month. Although he cut off Murong Feng's sword with one move, Aoki was still quite satisfied with Murong Feng's cultivation results. After pointing out a few questions to Murong Feng, he left Murong Feng's room again.

In the following month, Murong Feng continued to practice swordsmanship without sleeping or eating, but he was never able to comprehend the sword intent. However, thanks to the qualifications of his Heavenly Spirit Root and the foundation laid by the Medicine King Valley when he built the foundation, Murong Feng's cultivation has progressed rapidly, and he has now reached the strength of the late stage of condensation.

Although his cultivation progressed rapidly, Murong Feng, who had not comprehended the sword intent, still couldn't lift his spirits. During this period, he approached Qingcheng Feixue and asked him how to comprehend the sword intent. Qingcheng Feixue only told him that he had realized his sword intent after swinging his sword tens of thousands of times.

Yes, this kind of thing can only rely on persistence, and if you split more, you can naturally comprehend it. After listening to Qingcheng Feixue's words, Murong Feng made up his mind to increase the amount of training. The so-called diligence can make up for clumsiness, if you can chop 10,000 times, how can you not comprehend your sword intent.

Thinking of this, Murong Feng left the capital city to find a suitable place to cultivate. In a mountain range near Dadu, Murong Feng was constantly wielding the wooden sword he used for practice, and on the side, there were several practice swords that had been cut off.

Murong Feng didn't know how many times and how many days he had been slashing here. He only remembered that in addition to eating and sleeping, the rest of his time was spent using the practice sword to perform sword cultivation techniques and slashing. Most of the twenty practice swords brought out had been damaged. But he still didn't have any signs of comprehending the sword intent.

"999, 1000!" After slashing 1,000 times again, Murong Feng lay on the ground tiredly. Perhaps because his cultivation was too serious, Murong Feng quickly fell asleep on the ground.

Murong Feng in the dream was still constantly slashing with the practice sword. Just when he used a sword move again, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt that the phantoms of the splitting out were scattered into countless tiny phantoms. Aren't those seemingly powerful exercises also made up of a little bit of spiritual power?

Thinking of this, Murong Feng suddenly woke up from his sleep, and he brandished the contact sword in his hand to cut down a big tree in front of him. Countless tiny ripples converged into a torrent, rushing directly towards the thousand-year-old tree in front, and the ancient tree with a diameter of several zhang was broken by the waves that rushed out. After tens of thousands of slashes, Murong Feng finally comprehended his sword intent. His sword intent is like a river flowing into the sea, accumulating a lot. It may seem like a subtle fluctuation inadvertently, but it can converge into a powerful torrent of waves.

"Yes, yes, you really comprehended the sword intent within a month, you are really a genius. After seeing Murong Feng exert his sword intent, Aoki exclaimed with great satisfaction.

Although he was very satisfied with the results of Murong Feng's cultivation, Aoki still shook his head with some regret and said, "Your sword intent is like countless streams converging into the sea, which is shocking. It's just a pity, it's a pity!"