Xu Changfeng sat cross-legged in the middle of two rows of bookshelves, holding the Cold Rain Sword Sutra in his hand, and his eyes focused on the books in his hands.

If someone approached his body at this time, they could feel a warm aura emanating from his body, like a bright lamp illuminating the world.

At this moment, Xu Changfeng's thinking and perception ability suddenly became much stronger, and his consciousness was completely out of this library......

He seemed to see a person, a rain, a three-foot cold front.

The majestic rain fell on that person's body mercilessly, his eyes flashed with a strange light, the cold blade in his hand waved, and the imposing sword qi burst out, as if to pierce the rain curtain in front of him.

His gaze was completely fixed on the blade of the sword, and his footsteps moved with the sword, sometimes running, sometimes walking, his body shape changed freely, one fast and one slow.

"This sword technique is called ...... Cold Rain!"

The man shouted in a low voice, and a layer of evil aura immediately appeared on the blade, like a violent wind, and the raindrops that fell straight from the sky changed direction as the blade swam away.

Xu Changfeng faintly felt that a cold rain rushed towards him, wetting his face.

The man jumped into the air, his body tilted, his sword aura like a mang, his evil aura like a ghost, and he stabbed straight into the ground in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Xu Changfeng's body twitched violently, and his vision was blurred, as if he was disconnected from that picture. His limbs ached, and he fell to the ground with a loss of strength, exhaling heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead.

The Sword Sutra is not seen with the eyes, but understood with consciousness, which is why the first condition for comprehending the Sword Sutra is to wash the marrow. And Xu Changfeng's consciousness just now suddenly increased, barely reaching the level of marrow washing, so he could see the illusion of consciousness diffracted from the Sword Sutra. The fragile consciousness of ordinary people is completely unable to accept this illusion, and they will feel the same taste as wax.

It's just that in the process of comprehending the Sword Sutra, it is inevitable to rely on aura to support the bridge built between the two. And Xu Changfeng's meridians were weak and could not accommodate the introduction of spiritual energy, which was why he was suddenly awakened by pain when he looked at him.

At this time, the light in the library was already very dark, only the faint light on the corner lampstand, it was obviously nightfall. Su Yongqiu explained to the guards that as long as he was not afraid of being tired, he could stay here all day to comprehend the Sword Sutra.

In the dead of night, Xu Changfeng dragged his hungry body out of the library. Stretching his stiff body slightly, rubbing his eyes lightly, looking up at the night sky, he was in a bad mood.

Why is it that he has not washed the marrow, but he can see the complex sword scripture so obsessively? It is only because the lamp in his body is, to be precise, a wick. And that wick comes from the ten-year lamp. In other words, his consciousness suddenly became stronger, relying on the power of the Ten Year Lamp. In fact, he didn't know that he could comprehend the Sword Sutra through the power of the wick, which was also triggered by mistake after he picked up the Cold Rain Sword Sutra.

Not many people know about this incident, and most of the people involved in this incident have been secretly killed. He and Mr. Qin have been hiding from the Prison Heaven Division for ten years, and it is also because of this wick. The most dangerous place is also the safest place, so they chose to return to Chang'an and wait for an opportunity. Zhao Xinji's prison break tells them that the time is ripe.

"If you can't wash the marrow, can't you really comprehend the Sword Sutra?"

Xu Changfeng looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and his mood was complicated. He faintly felt that he was only one step away from realizing this Cold Rain Sword Sutra!

It is this step that separates it from this sword scripture by a threshold. With his current physical condition, if there is no chance, I am afraid that he will stagnate for the rest of his life, which will shatter his wish to learn the sword.

He was in a hurry, and his state of mind had never been so impetuous as it was now.

"If you can't learn the sword, what's the point of living?" Xu Changfeng thought with a melancholy expression.

"Boom ......"

There was a dull thunder in the sky, and he hurriedly came to his senses and ran towards the gate of the Sword Courtyard.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

No sooner had he stepped out of the eaves of the quadrangular tower than a cold raindrop fell on his head, followed by a second, then a third. Soon, the entire Qingzhu Sword Courtyard fell into this torrential rain in the blink of an eye.

Xu Changfeng hid under the eaves of the school, his clothes were soaked, his whole body was drenched, and the rain kept dripping down his hair.

A cold wind blew, and he shivered with cold. In a trance, his thoughts couldn't help but return to Chang'an City ten years ago, in a heavy snowfall......

At that time, he was wearing a thin long shirt, his hands and feet were red from the cold, and the snow still fell on him mercilessly, so cold that he couldn't get his nose out. The pedestrians on Chang'an Avenue all shrank their hands into their sleeves and walked briskly with their bodies wrapped.

But there are some exceptions, even in the cold and snow, they still stretch out their right hands, clenching a long sword, even if their palms are as cold and red as his. At that time, he thought that as long as he had a sword, he would never be afraid of the cold again.

That was the first time he had such a new understanding of the sword. It was this absurd idea that made him develop a deep affection for swords, making him eager to learn swords.

The rain was so heavy that it was impossible to stop for a short time.

"Rain...... Wind...... Cold ......" Xu Changfeng looked at the rain curtain in front of him, and unconsciously seemed to think of something.

He quickly came back to his senses, turned his head to look around, and finally stopped his eyes on a green bamboo outside the pavilion, and rushed towards the green bamboo with joy.

He returned to the rain curtain and carefully broke off a branch about two feet long, and held it in his hand like a thin sword.

He ignored the rain and waved the sword technique he saw in his consciousness over and over again in the rain. Despite his awkward form, his eyes were still fixed on the slender bamboo branches. The icy rain seeped into his clothes, and the indescribable coldness ran through his body. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes were only on the two-foot-long branch in his hand.

He seemed to see the man in the rain, his face was full of vicissitudes, and in this vast land, there was only a three-foot cold front, which was his only companion.

Xu Changfeng was practicing that move very seriously, practicing it over and over again, and unconsciously, there was a strange warm current in his body.

Whenever his body was so cold that he couldn't bear it, the warm current would naturally overflow, like a protective film. Every time the warm current overflows, a wonderful inspiration glows in his mind, which makes his "sword dance" movements more and more proficient.

"Whoa!"

Lightning swept across the sky, Xu Changfeng's feet jumped suddenly, and the slender branches and leaves seemed to condense into an iron needle in the air.

"This is it!"

Xu Changfeng roared excitedly in his heart.

When the man in the consciousness picture jumped up, that wonderful feeling once again swept through his body.

"Broken!"

Xu Changfeng couldn't help but let out a loud shout, and used all his strength to split the two-foot-long branches and leaves in his hand, and a wisp of strong wind faintly shot out of the air.

Click!

The branches and leaves did not touch anything, but they were broken in half in the rain.

Xu Changfeng's figure suddenly stopped, and he stayed quietly at this moment, his eyes closed, letting the rain wash his delicate face.

I don't know how long later, he opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he roared excitedly: "It's done!

The young man had no idea whether his body would catch a cold or get sick, and he was dancing in the rain, and his face could not suppress the release of joy. He had been looking forward to his wish for a whole decade, and finally at this moment, it bloomed brilliantly.

Hot tears fell from his eye sockets and melted into the cold rain. He couldn't tell if it was tears of joy or pain released from his heart.

When the Rakshasa madman realized this set of swordsmania, it was also raining heavily, speaking of which, there were still some similarities between the two of them in their childhood. It is estimated that this is also why Xu Changfeng can immerse his consciousness in this Cold Rain Sword Sutra all of a sudden.

For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to do. Su Yongqiu is right, in addition to stabilizing the mind, the more important thing is the chance.

The wick in Xu Changfeng's body, as well as this night rain, were the opportunities he obtained.

When the opportunity is ripe, it is like pushing a boat along the water, and the road is unimpeded.

At this moment, Xu Changfeng, who was very happy, suddenly caught a glimpse of a girl slowly walking from the bamboo forest at the gate of the Qingzhu Sword Courtyard, holding an oil umbrella in her hand, her figure was naturally embedded in this hazy rainy night, even if it was not called the face of the country and the city, it also had a poetic and picturesque charm.

Xu Changfeng stared at the girl, who quietly looked up, just in time to catch a glimpse of the embarrassed young man who was drenched in the pouring rain.