My father once said that if you practice this sword technique, you will first have the heart of death.

The Ming Decisive swordsmanship is too sharp, hurting others and hurting oneself, and there is no intention of defense, but it is condensed at the tip of the sword a little cold.

Swinging his arm and splitting down, the sword light was like a rainbow, Yin Qing's brain seemed to be bright, and he joined the broken light style with the move, shrinking freely, turning the heavy into light.

When his breath stopped, Yin Qing's eyes were as bright as stars, and he was excited.

The family heirloom swordsmanship is too strong and too strong, and the broken light is both offensive and defensive in the hardness, and the two are harmonious, and they seem to have a miraculous effect.

The Ming Decisive Sword Method is a sword, not to die the enemy, but to kill people.

The light is cut off, but the attack and defense are appropriate, and there is room after the sword move, which is the sword of a gentleman.

Contrary to each other, it is also appropriate, but both are strong, and it is better if they are both rigid and soft. However, Yin Qing couldn't take care of these at the moment, at the moment the sword movement combined the two more smoothly, the moves were connected, and he unconsciously practiced for a long time, the sky was slightly bright, Yin Qing slashed away with a sword, and the cold mangs slashed obliquely and cracked the mountain stone.

He then put away his sword, stood silent for a moment, and finally turned away. Under the morning light, the young man passed the iron chain, his feet were very light and cautious, and he climbed over the wall to suppress the joy in his heart and took a nap.

The next morning, the grass and trees were dewed.

The early spring is still a little cold, fortunately Jiang Yutong himself is not a weak person, no, early in the morning, the young man took advantage of the fact that the fish belly in the east has not dissipated and got up early to go to the attic to sing a book.

Xu is the weather is getting colder, and when the boy got up, he found that he was wrapped in a thin quilt for no reason, and he didn't have too much to think about the bed, so he just got up and dressed and washed and went downstairs.

The sleepy-eyed boy only went to his bookshelf, swiped a few bamboo slips with his fingers, and finally pulled out one of them at random, and took it to the small attic, where he sat down and read in front of the fish.

The boy's voice was not loud, and what he read was not obscure words such as "Zhi Hu Ye", but some interesting words that he remembered every day.

But for some reason, it always makes people feel at peace.

There was a slight breeze mixed with morning dew lingering beside the young man, and the sound of reading, which was not too loud, was like a breeze and spread far away.

It doesn't necessarily mean that the young man already has a little bit of Haoran now, and he also exhales a thousand miles of fast wind.

But he also saw Haoran for the first time, and the wind rose for no reason.

It seems that the finches over there are also happy to listen, and only chirp and beat around their mates, and the dew on the branches falls on their feathers, and they do not panic, but only shake and shake, and they are clean again.

Song Ziyi, who was in the other attic, also got up, just looked at the young man in the Confucian shirt who was reading to the sky, and was interested for no reason, so he took out the jade flute on the belt and blew it at will.

The sound of the flute is clear and far-reaching, as if it is going to be passed on to the beauty of the sky, and it is like a spring magpie, so that the whole world knows that spring is coming.

In an instant, the scenery of the bamboo building is like poetry.

Like the world welcomes spring.

The people of Wendao all have their own natal characters, just like the static characters of the contemporary praise of the old gentleman of the academy, which means to be quiet and proud.

Or like Song Ziyi's nothing, there is no class of teaching.

And yesterday, after Jiang Yutong broke through the seventh layer of Qi training, the natal word also appeared, but for some reason, it seemed a little strange.

A normal person has only one natal character, but he has two.

One word, for.

for being unique.

One word, for the pass.

It is a tactile bypass.

Song Ziyi looked at the scene in front of him, and only smiled helplessly.

Sure enough, it is the most Wendao seed in the world.

"Boss, bring me 5 torches, a fire fold, some torch cloth. The girl at the grocery store said to the owner.

"Okay, guest officer, you want something from the land, and you have a total of 30 copper coins for your patronage. I've wrapped it for you. ”

The girl who had finished giving the money walked out of the grocery store, and there was a faint sound of coming back next time.

Let's go, let's go back. If you have a chance, come back and see it. The girl walking on the street walked thoughtfully back to the cave.

He took out the torch and lit the torch, and the cave suddenly became bright. "Just let me see what this weird sound is. The girl walked into the depths of the cave with a torch in her left hand.

The depths of the cave seemed to be very wide, and I thought of this as a good place to study sword moves by sticking a torch in the wall, and although the strange sound was still there, it didn't seem to be so obvious. No matter what, cultivation is the right thing to do.

"Surge Heavenly Spring!" the girl picked up her sword from the bottom to the top. A clear spring appeared on the ground.

Hey, as always, the dish. The standard for beginners is to pluck the water out of the ground. A three-meter-long fountain was formed to provoke the other party, but a clear spring did not even mean to pick out a little bit.

After all, it's a pseudo-spiritual root. At the beginning of the practice, it will definitely be different from the book, but I also have to go out of my own world.

"Surge Heavenly Spring!" the girl's voice echoed through the cave.

Have you laid the foundation?

Nameless opened his eyes and looked at the stone wall not far away, a touch of blood flashed in his eyes, and even Nameless didn't pay attention, while the realm was improving, his mentality was constantly changing.

Feeling the new power, Nameless exhaled, picked up the dirt on his body and walked outside.

He scratched his head helplessly, looked back at the cave behind him and exhaled.

Nameless took the knife in his hand and walked down the mountain, he remembered that there was a pool not far from here, and when he passed by, he saw that the water in it was crystal clear, and even had a little fragrance.

Nameless shook his nose and walked down the hill with the dry food he had prepared and ate it.

Nameless, who came to the pool, didn't even say a word, and got out of the pool without even taking off his clothes, and began to wash off his clothes and the dirt on his body.

"Whew. ”

Sure enough, these things are still too difficult to carry.

After finishing the sentence, Luo Mian said nothing else, and the shopkeeper sighed slightly and did not make a sound.

Originally, it was just a retrospective of the past, and after a sigh of emotion, Luo Mian stared at the gun in his hand, and when his divine consciousness gathered again, he felt that the heavenly spirit poured into a stream of pure and pure and incomparably thick qi, and the qi continued to surge and collide, as if it was urgent to merge with the meridians in the body, Luo Mian suddenly raised his head, as if he realized what the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth was rolling in, his eyes trembled slightly, and even his breathing became short.

She neatly folded her legs and sat on her back, and hurriedly explained to the stunned shopkeeper: "Don't let others disturb me and bother the shopkeeper." ”

Closing her eyes, swinging her qi, letting her qi run in her body for a meridian week, she felt that the surging aura was empty but real, and she felt that the cultivation around her body was improving wildly, she never imagined that a natural pseudo-spiritual root could also be improved so quickly.

Seven layers of Qi training.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of the shopkeeper who wanted to speak.

"Guest, can there be a breakthrough?"

"Unexpected. Luo Mian stood up and looked into the distance, everything was very clear, and even the fine veins of the clouds in the sky were in full view. "I'm a pseudo-spiritual root. ”

The shopkeeper smiled dumbly, and shook his head helplessly: "It's expected that the cultivation will be diligent, the guest has comprehended the heart of the gun, and he is no longer the ignorant child who is angry in the ring." ”

Yes, she is no longer the little boy who wields a gun and is desperate under the porch of the house.

The years have turned, this scene is no longer the past, it is obviously so sad, but Luo Mianyi suddenly felt suddenly, the cultivation is like this, and the gun soul is like this. In the past, after all, she was too paranoid, too entangled and trapped in the so-called pseudo-spiritual root given to her by the mandate of heaven.

The shopkeeper tried to pick up the ancient spear spear leaning on the steps and handed it to Luo Mianyi, but the gun was too heavy and staggered. Momentarily embarrassed, grinning.

She turned around and took the two and a half spears and twisted them into one, helping to condense the qi, and the tip of the spear pointed at the ground, sweeping up the dust half a meter high. The spear seemed to merge with her arms, and she soared into the air to an astonishing height, the spear moving like a dragon. Luo Mian felt that her body overlapped with the posture of her father's shocking shot in her memory, and after closing the momentum, the gun was lost behind her, her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her complexion did not change significantly.

One shot shocked, and the marksmanship that could not be practiced for a long time in the past has finally become a success.

Liu Fenghua finished eating the last piece, wiped his mouth, looked at the old master who sold sugar gourds next to him, and leaned over.

"Uncle, do you want to watch the trick?" Liu Fenghua smiled mysteriously at the uncle who sold sugar gourds.

"Psychotic! Don't get in the way of anything if you don't sell anything. ”

Liu Fenghua still said with a serious face: "Uncle, don't scold people! You see, I'm here to promote our troupe." Don't look at me as a trickster. At the beginning, I learned from a master. I can see at a glance, uncle, your heavenly court is full, your eyes are full of gods, as if there is a spiritual light about to burst out from the heavenly spirit cover! ”

Liu Fenghua looked at the uncle who sold sugar gourds, and was stunned by what he said.

"Hey, let's not talk about this, I'm here to perform tricks with the uncle this time, so that the uncle can help us publicize our hook. I've never heard of anyone else's name when I'm a newcomer. casually inquired, and said that the uncle was a first-class hero in Chunshen City. They all call the uncle a spring deep call for Baoyi!"

"Don't say anything else, I want to perform a trick with you, take a look! Look at my hand!" Liu Fenghua was about to go, and put his right hand in front of the uncle's eyes.

"Keep an eye on my hand! don't blink and follow, come and come."

Liu Fenghua watched the uncle slowly turn around with his right hand. With his left hand, he took the opportunity to pull two sugar gourds from the stick full of sugar gourds and carried them behind his back. ”

"Ahh turned his head and looked at Liu Fenghua with a blank face as he wanted to do.

"I'm sorry, uncle, Xiaoke suddenly felt gastrointestinal discomfort and the pain was unbearable. I can't perform, uncle, forgive me. Then he turned and hurried in, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, you haven't said what your troupe is called!" the uncle came over for a while before he reacted and shouted at the top of his voice.

At this time, Liu Fenghua was already licking the sugar gourd, standing next to the announcement of Chunshen City, watching the news that the city lord's son had gone mad.

"Oh! have you become a fool?" Liu Fenghua spat out a few seeds and muttered to himself.

"E go and try your luck and take a look. But it's always bad to go on your own. It's better to find someone to support the scene first. ”

Move, sword receiving. I looked at my iron sword in silence. From the moment I knew I was a pseudo-spiritual root, I seemed to take my spiritual root too seriously. The positive, helpful me didn't feel like myself, was that really what I wanted?' he withdrew his sword and walked out of the cave on his left side.

Let's go home, I'm a little homesick. After all, I haven't been back for a long time. Carrying her own package, the girl set out on her journey home in the light of the midday sun.

It's been a long time since I've been back, and the way it looks here hasn't changed at all. As soon as you enter the village, you can see the village chief's house, next to some shops. My home is a small two-story house to the left of the village house.

The girl walked on the way home, greeting people from time to time, after all, when she was young, the people here gave her a lot of care.

Push open the door of your house, "Father, mother." I am back. ”

"It's good to come back, I didn't get hurt along the way. It was Ling Xue's father who said this.

"Don't you know about your daughter, they should be the ones who have something to do! And I've become an immortal cultivator, and I'm now in the second level of Qi cultivation. I said with confidence.

The mother seemed to be shocked, "You have practiced the second layer of qi, aren't you a pseudo-spirit root?" "Before my mother could finish speaking, she ran up to my father and hugged me, and began to rub oil on me, which is called a check.

The father seemed to be a little dissatisfied and said, "The child is quite tired, and you are still here to catch up with him." Want to catch up? Yes. At night, the two of us are good~good~renewal~old~. ”

In the afternoon after eating, Ling Xue walked on the road of Xinfeng Village and untied her sword to the blacksmith

Spread.

The blacksmith's shop, this is it. The girl walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, pushed it open, and shouted, "Wang Da Hammer, Wang Da Hammer, I have come to see you!"

"Who, I'm working, wait!" came a masculine voice from the blacksmith's workshop. After a while, the owner of the blacksmith shop, with a boxy face, walked out with a sledgehammer.

"Isn't this Ling girl? I haven't seen you for a long time. Didn't you go out of the village to practice? ”

Ling Xue said, "Isn't this missing your parents, by the way, come back and take a look, and by the way, return this iron sword to you." With that, Ling Xue put her sword and hands in front of the blacksmith.

"Forget it, this sword is of little use to me, and I didn't give you any gifts when you left. You've helped me a lot, so I'll take this sword as a gift for you to leave the village. The blacksmith said cheerfully.

"Then thank you Uncle Wang, I wish you to find your other half as soon as possible. ”

Actually, my other half is the village chief. ’

Accustomed to the routine of day and night, I occasionally got up early in the morning and opened the door to see the starry sky, the sun hung high and was cold and not dazzling, frowning to adapt to the light, and there was a trace of trance when I crossed the threshold to the courtyard. WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~