Qi Bing was a little depressed these days, because she found that the spiritual power of the wood spirit root was indeed easy to control, because no matter how it broke out, there would not be much output.

Although she said to Laoshan Daoren, "Because you like it, you hold it in your hand, it is happiness", but she really didn't want to give up until the last moment.

What to do......

Qi Bing leaned on the bed in a daze, at this time she needed to come to the book to calm down, and it was not those Tianshu Dan prescriptions that were getting more and more difficult to understand, which would make her even more irritable.

She has turned over the books she brought when she was a child countless times, she hasn't gone down the mountain in the past few years, and Kunlun doesn't have any books other than cultivation, she can memorize the plot of these books.

He regretted that he didn't bring a few more books back then, or how he didn't have the foresight to bring back all the interesting books in town when he went down the mountain for the only time.

Well?

Yu Bing nodded her forehead, and when she said that time she went down the mountain, she seemed to have brought back a book, the "Commemorative Sword Book" that was used as a prize.

Because the name of this book was too thunderous, and Qi Bing felt that his young heart had been deceived at that time, so after taking Kunlun back, he put it on the bookshelf to eat ashes, and never opened it once.

Qi Bing looked for it on the bookshelf and took out this "Commemorative Sword Book", the quality of the book is not bad, it is made of good jade paper, smooth and moisture-proof, the fragrance of the paper itself is moth-proof, and it is tightly tied with a white horse sideburn rope.

Yu Bing hopes that the content in it can be worthy of the good quality of this book, and it is also a sword book issued in a big temple.

As a result, after opening the first sentence and seeing it, Qi Bing regretted that he had taken this book to relieve his boredom.

-Your Excellency, I congratulate you on obtaining this book of remembrance of the achievements of the next generation, which records my experience in the past few hundred years, and I am sure that since you have been so lucky, you will benefit greatly from this book.

Qi Bing thinks that he still underestimates the author's face, this commemoration, is actually a commemoration of his exploits? How narcissistic must this be?

What luck, the luck of reading a book that might be all crap?

Taking a deep breath, Qi Bing was mentally prepared for this to be a garbage book, so he should empty his brain and take a look.

The next content in the book is nonsense and serious words, except for those overly decorative pen and ink, in fact, it is quite interesting to read, it is a celebrity biography, but this biography is written by himself.

She lay on her side on the bed, supporting her head with one arm and flipping through a book with the other.

- Thank you for reading the great deeds of the following, which must be a great stroke in your uninteresting life.

Oh, it's really colorful, Qi Bing sneered, weighing the remaining half of the book. Is the biography gone, and what are so many pages written about?

- If you read this, it means that you are really very bored and idle, in that case, please take a look at the sword book I have compiled.

Only then did Yi Bing remember that she had gone astray just now, this is not a small biography, it is a sword book!

Who's family tree is boasting about half of its own family? If it were to be sold in the shop, it would definitely not be able to sell a single one, and the customer would turn a few pages and throw it away.

-As we all know, sword cultivation is a very in-depth knowledge, not just any mortal can learn it well, how can you have a demeanor in the lower tenth.

-In the cultivation realm, fire, ice, and thunder spirit roots are regarded as the best seedlings of sword cultivation, and wood spirit roots are regarded as the lowest grade candidates for sword cultivation, because even if the cultivation is advanced, wood spirit roots cannot maximize the strength of sword cultivation.

Qi Bing has been hit deeply, and now that he sees this kind of remarks again, no matter how optimistic and cheerful he is, he also has some resentment.

- In my opinion, this conclusion is complete bullshit!

Huh? Qi Bing's eyes lit up, could it be that things are still a little bit better?

-If you can find the right cultivation method, Mu Linggen is the strongest type of character in sword cultivation, but the cultivators in the cultivation realm are too lonely and unheard, and only such a wise person can get its secrets.

Qi Bing hurriedly flipped the page and found that the author was still talking nonsense, so Fang Cai's calm appearance was completely gone, and he scolded in a low voice.

In the end, I took one-third of the pages of the book and it was the sword book, and the author was also a talker, as if he was afraid that others would not be able to understand his statement that was contrary to common sense, and annotations were marked on each page of the score, a sword book, two-thirds of the nonsense, and the rest were as stinky and long as the four books and five classics that children learned, which was simply nondescript.

But after a cursory look, he found that he could still understand.

This sword spectrum does not record moves, but instills a theory to use spiritual power reasonably, give full play to the advantages of the wood spirit root, and get the best results with the smallest output.

- When someone else comes up with a sword and cuts you, you panic and use the greatest strength to slash back? Even if you are facing the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, you have to calm down and think carefully, how much spiritual power can be used to block those moves, and you have to guard your spiritual power like a miser.

- Calmly consume your opponent slowly, consume him to death! He will get more and more tired, his spiritual power will be exhausted, and you will still have abundant spiritual energy.

- Maybe Mu Linggen Sword Cultivation can't be quick and quick to fight, but if you fight a protracted battle, others may not be your opponents.

- Control is a problem for other monks, but for Mu Linggen, it is the foundation.

- Control your spiritual power, breath, control your sword, and let it be used by you, by nature, Mu Linggen is actually the easiest monk to complete the integration of man and sword, but no one has ever tried it, and he has not insisted on cultivating to that realm.

After reading a few paragraphs, he felt that he had entered the door of a new world.

Concentrate on the sword spectrum, although the number of pages is not much, but a move can be inferred, you need to think about it carefully.

Lying on the bed and thinking about nothing, he couldn't think of anything, so he simply picked up the sword and went to the forest, waved it according to the sword score, and after a few moves, he felt something in his heart.

Thinking back to the competition with his senior brother a few days ago, if he could use this swordsmanship, he couldn't get his wish......

Ahhhh

But he can't come up with a reason out of thin air, and he plans to go to the senior brothers tomorrow to practice.

If it's really useful, then this sword book is her treasure! it's her only chance to bounce back as a disadvantaged Wood Spirit Root Jedi!

Thinking about it this way, her luck was excellent that time, this sword book may be useless to others, it is just a pile of waste paper, and in her hands, it can be regarded as turning waste into treasure.

Fortunately, she took the book with some hope back then, and brought it back easily, and did not throw it in the inn because of Xia Zhiqiu's ridicule.

Holding the sword book, he carefully flipped through it, wondering which cultivator realm powerhouse could break the common sense tradition, study a new direction, and write this thing.

There is no name on the cover, and the biography in the book is also described in the first person such as "myself" and "below".

Rolling on the grass in the forest, the blown leaves itched and sneezed, and then Bing remembered that the weather had not completely warmed up, and the April night was really cold.

A carp stood upright, and her already crumbling bundle of hair suddenly fell to the ground, and the blue headband fell to the ground, and the long hair fell to her shoulders, wrapped in the scent of soaphorn, wrapping her in a ball.

Qi Bing raised her head, the moonlight sprinkled on her peach blossom eyes, and her eyes were like bright lights, hiding stars.

On the second day of the next month, she will be ten years old.

She is very satisfied with her current life, someone protects her, someone cares about her, someone is willing to accompany her, she doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, although she is tired, she can do what she likes.

Qi Bing unconsciously hummed a song, touching the imitation Adam's apple on her neck, she has been wearing this for a year, what her original voice is, she actually forgot a little.

Taking it off and pinching it in the palm of his hand, he sang a song and jumped on the branch.

Disheveled, disheveled, and her shoes were thrown under the tree, she was now like a little girl who had stolen out of that house, completely different from her usual decent appearance.

She usually doesn't restrain herself, she does whatever she wants, she pretends to be a man when she is born, and she is a man in every move.

It's just that on such a night, she felt for the first time that after abandoning everything, she was very free, and she wanted to sing a song loudly and attract the whole peak, but it didn't matter.

In fact, she did do that, but only she and her master and uncle lived in this vicinity, so it didn't attract anyone, but it alarmed the birds in the deep forest, and a dozen of them flew away together.

Usually she and now she are real, so she never complains, and loves everything she has with real feelings.

Her mouth tasted the salty taste of tears, not mixed with any emotion, but she felt that in such an atmosphere, she should shed tears.

Qi Bing thought of the Laoshan Daoren, and her current appearance looked like she should be the same age as the Laoshan Daoren.

Laoshan Taoist people are disturbed by love, trapped by love, when Bing was too young to understand, he has been cultivating in recent years, and he still knows nothing about this matter.

Her parents have a good relationship, and she and her brothers also have a good relationship, but these two things, no matter how you look at them, are not the same and cannot be connected.

Forget it, you should understand it when you grow up, it doesn't seem to matter if you don't understand, there are so many singles in Kunlun, and there is not one more of her.

He jumped off the tree and walked back to the house with his shoes in his hand, without even seeing half a person.

When she returned to the house, she remembered that she couldn't rest yet, and the few furnaces of pills arranged by Yarrow Zhenren had been so lost in the past few days that she hadn't practiced any of them!

Fortunately, because Yu Bing was in a good mood, he was very excited and energetic after reading the sword book, so he casually tied his hair and sat on the ground, holding Ling Yuding Alchemy.

Ming'er slept for a while, got up and went to Xia Zhiqiu to try the sword book......

......

"You said, did you steal any exercises behind my back, why can't I beat your long sword with a heavy sword!" Xia Zhiqiu and Qi Bing fought for a long time, some of their spiritual power was exhausted, and they gasped slightly, but Qi Bing seemed to have a lot of spiritual power, which was constantly output.

In a few days, how did it become so difficult?

Xia Zhiqiu took the natal weapon because he entered the foundation building period, and now he has been upgraded to an orange-clothed disciple and received new clothes, but he has been worn out very badly after a few days, it seems that Xia Zhiqiu is also practicing swords.

"My sword is added to the spiritual power, and you can hit it back if the attack is so heavy, how did this little arm do it?" Xia Zhiqiu pinched Qi Bing's arm, although it was a little thin muscle, it still felt quite soft, and he could hold it with one hand.

"Dangdangdang!" Qi Bing took out the "Commemorative Sword Spectrum" and showed it to Xia Zhiqiu.

"This ...... Isn't it that Dusk Cloud Temple's stupid prize? You still have it?" Xia Zhiqiu still had a little impression of this thing. Took it.

"Xiao Qiuqiu, I suggest that you don't turn the front one, and start reading directly from the one hundred and eight pages. Qi Bing was really afraid that Xia Zhiqiu would tear up the book with a violent temper, so he hurriedly reminded him.

Xia Zhiqiu lowered his puppy eyes to express his doubts, but he still started to look from behind, and almost gave up when he saw so many annotations, but after reading it patiently, his face became very solemn.

"You...... Have you shown it to anyone else but me?"

"No, I only finished reading it last night, and I practiced it twice. "I guess not many people believe it when it is stuffed into others, right? This author's previous remarks can anger the vast majority of people.

And Yu Bing is not so big-hearted, she also has her own careful thoughts, a little selfish, this kind of good thing, can she send it to others for nothing?

Xia Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stuffed the book back into Qi Bing's hand and asked her to put it away, "You are really relaxed, this kind of thing must be put away, and you can't show it to others." ”

"But aren't we brothers? Xiao Qiuqiu is no one else. "It's because if she didn't tell Xia Zhiqiu and Jiang Muling about it, she would not only feel guilty, but also suffocate to death, so she brought a book to see Xia Zhiqiu.

Xia Zhiqiu blushed, habitually arrogant, "That's a good thing to say, I didn't fully believe this book, if it was really like what was written in the book, Mu Linggen Sword Cultivation would have risen a long time ago." ”

"No matter what, there will always be a way to crack it, fight a few more games, you can always find it, come, fight again!"

Time passes, and when the years pass, it should not only take away sighs, but also virtual and real memories, all kinds of people, and all kinds of things.

It's like on the grass outside the pavilion at the bottom of the peak, the dancing swords of the young man in orange and the young man in blue intersect and talk openly.

Early in the morning on his birthday, he received a letter from Jiang Muling:

"Brother Bing, don't come unharmed.

I apologize for not being able to see each other in a few years, but it is an honor for Mu Ling to have Brother Yang Bing as a friend.

On the occasion of your 10th birthday, may you be safe, joyful, and prosperous. ”

Qi Bing shook the letter paper, feeling that it was really a birthday blessing in the style of Jiang Muling, and her uncle couldn't say such a one-dimensional statement.

There was still something in the envelope, some weight, and Qi Bing thought it might be a birthday gift.

Thinking of the birthday gift given by Jiang Muling in previous years, it was either a book or a sandalwood bracelet to ward off evil spirits, and Qi Bing no longer had expectations, purely to get Jiang Muling's mind.

Pulling out the contents of the envelope, the ice was still startled.

It was a jade man's hairpin, which was useless when he tied his hair, just an ornament.

The style of this hairpin is very simple, at most it is carved a few green bamboos in the hairpin, but the color is very good, it is comfortable to touch, and it is pleasing to the eye.

Mu Ling picked it himself, or did he ask someone else?

Qi Bing was just surprised, so he used it beautifully, and he didn't know what kind of mood Jiang Muling was in to pick the hairpin.