Lin Tianhan looked at the sudden purple sword in front of him in disbelief. He lost, to a cultivator who only had the Purifying Realm.

Although Xu Changfeng did not defeat it directly, he bought enough time for Wei Xueying, and when Wei Xueying solved Huang Zixuan, this sword trial would become two against one, and he would naturally lose.

Wei Xueying withdrew the purple sword, turned to look at Xu Changfeng, and looked at him again. When she passed by Xu Changfeng's side, she seemed to want to say something, but finally swallowed her words back.

If there was no Menghualou, of course she would be willing to befriend Xu Changfeng. Now, forget it......

After another half of the incense stick, all the group sword tests have ended. Liu Jiaoxi gathered everyone together and began to comment one by one.

The reason why the Qingzhu Sword Academy set all kinds of rules is actually to provide evaluation criteria for the imperial court and the army to select talents. Most of the outstanding students who graduated from the Qingzhu Sword Academy were promoted to court officials or army generals. The standard for promotion is the usual performance and assessment results in the Sword Academy in the past few years.

For example, in this sword trial class, Liu Jiaoxi focused on the combination of Xu Changfeng and Wei Xueying, saying that the tactics they used imitated Tian Ji's horse racing strategy, so they were rated first-class.

In this regard, Xu Changfeng couldn't help but be ashamed. If Liu Jiaoxi knew that this was not a tactic at all, but the result of a chance encounter, what kind of expression would she have?

After the sword trial class, Ma Yan walked quickly to Xu Changfeng's side, looked at him in disbelief and said, "Xu Changfeng, you are a monster, right?

"Luck. Xu Changfeng was slightly stunned and said absentmindedly.

This is impossible for others, but for him who has been with a wick for ten years, it is not a difficult thing.

The Cold Rain Sword Sutra itself is a very outstanding one of the superior sword scriptures, and with the assistance of the lone shadow of the top-grade spirit sword, as well as the ten-year wick phase in Xu Changfeng's body, he can barely display the strength of the second order with only a first-order cultivation.

However, it was not this that Xu Changfeng cared about.

After fighting with the Qi Condensation Realm cultivators twice, Xu Changfeng became more and more aware that the exercises were undoubtedly a steady and solid stepping stone.

If he also practiced the exercises, even if he fought against Lin Tianhan alone, he was sure that he would be able to win.

However, the exercises must match each other with the Sword Sutra in order to exert stronger strength, so the exercises that Xu Changfeng chooses in the future must also be negative exercises, which makes Xu Changfeng can't help but get entangled.

After all, all the achievements he has now are based on the premise that the wick is burning.

Studying the Cold Rain Sword Sutra is equivalent to sprinkling water on the burning wick, just because it is a drop in the bucket, so it does not affect the burning of the wick. But if it is paired with a negative exercise, wouldn't that be tantamount to making matters worse? This made Xu Changfeng feel very distressed.

If you want to go down this path, it will be more difficult than others.

"Where are you going in a while?" Ma Yan thought that Xu Changfeng didn't like to listen to other people's flattery, so he changed the topic and asked.

"The Library Pavilion. Xu Changfeng whispered, turned around and walked in the direction of the library pavilion.

Ma Yan was slightly stunned after hearing this, and didn't think about it so much, and quickly nodded, "It just so happens that I'm also going to study the Sword Sutra, let's go together." ”

Xu Changfeng couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't Senior Sister Long punish you to go to the library to clean up?"

"Shocked," Ma Yan laughed wickedly when he heard this, "What kind ......of place is the Library Pavilion? There are less than five people who go there every day, what dust can be left? Just clean it casually, and you can have an extra chance to enter the Library Pavilion, which is not something that can be encountered every day." ”

"It turns out that you stole the things in the cafeteria for this!" Xu Changfeng was shocked, he also wondered, Ma Yan's figure is not fat, why does he eat so much?

The existence of the library is actually a kind of competition. Only by limiting the number of times students enter can they work harder to practice in exchange for more entries.

This is in fact a microcosm of the fact that the army accumulates military merits in exchange for rewards.

Most of the teaching in Qingzhu Sword Academy was transferred from the army, because there were too many life and death scenes in this life, so there would always be some eccentric personalities, and Song Jiaoxi was one of them......

Xu Changfeng has been studying in the library pavilion until the end of the school before leaving, now he is a cultivator, he should spend more time on cultivation, although cultivation does not represent real strength, but there are many things, only to achieve a certain level of cultivation can be done.

There is not much time left for him in this world, and he needs to be more diligent.

Xu Changfeng left the Sword Courtyard and walked on the way home, at this time it was relatively cold on Chang'an Street, because the Fang Market was about to close, and the merchants were all going home to eat, and the street seemed a little deserted.

When Xu Changfeng passed by a pavilion, he suddenly heard a burst of piano sound, the timbre was moving, and the melody was beautiful and smooth. He turned his head to look and saw a young man in white, sitting alone in the long pavilion and playing the piano.

He knew this young man in white, who was the one who helped him out of the siege when he bought a sword that day.

As soon as Xu Changfeng walked to the side of the long pavilion, a melody just stopped, and as the sound of the piano gradually dispersed, the man in white in the long pavilion couldn't help but let out a sigh.

When the sun fell, the lonely white-clothed figure in the long pavilion, accompanied by this long lament, not only looked a little sad.

Xu Changfeng looked at him, and felt very empathetic in his heart, isn't his situation at this time?

He said softly: "The mood is impetuous, and the rhythm will be chaotic, and without the rhyme, the song will naturally lose its artistic conception." ”

When the young man in white heard this, he hurriedly looked up, looked at the somewhat familiar young man, and hurriedly asked, "Do you know the qin?"

"A little bit of it. Xu Changfeng nodded and said.

The young man in white's piano skills are not bad, but he lacks a trace of artistic conception. Ordinary people can't hear it, but Xu Changfeng has been learning the piano for ten years under the guidance of Mr. Qin.

The young man in white showed a hint of joy on his face, and the words that the young man had just said were also the reason for his lamentation, and he asked excitedly, "Then what should I do?"

"Aside from distractions, all I have in my mind is the score. Xu Changfeng whispered, "There is only this xylophone in front of you in your eyes, forget the passage of time, and only by moving with your heart and your heart can you find the artistic conception." ”

The young man in white thought for a while, nodded, and plucked the strings with his fingers, and the sound of the piano came from the long pavilion again.

The melody at this time, compared to the previous melody, is simply a world of difference. If you listen quietly, you can perceive that there are faint fluctuations in spiritual power, which are constantly expanding outward with the rhythm, as if there is a scene of mountains and flowing water, blue sky and white clouds in front of you......

This is the artistic conception.

The young man in white became more and more engaged, and the melody gradually turned to passion. More and more aura was constantly converging towards the young man's body, and there was a faint commotion in the surrounding climate, although it was very weak, Xu Changfeng could still feel it, and his face couldn't help but show surprise.

A large amount of spiritual energy enters the body, and the climate of heaven and earth changes, which is a sign that the realm is about to be broken.

At this time, the young man in white was closing his eyes, his fingertips were glowing with a layer of faint fluorescence, and his flexible fingers kept plucking the strings, smooth and free, and the melody became more beautiful.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the eyes of the young man in white suddenly opened, and the fingers of his right hand plucked the strings vigorously, and a strange energy burst out from the xylophone, like a sharp sword blade. With just a whoosh, several green bamboos outside the long pavilion were cut into two pieces out of thin air, and they fell to the ground one after another, making a noisy sound.

The young man in white stopped the strings, looked at the few green bamboos in front of him with a look of ecstasy, and his palms trembled uncontrollably.

Spiritual power is out of the body, this is the sign of the third-order foundation building realm!

The white-clothed young man in front of him, just under the guidance of Xu Changfeng's words, broke through the Qi Condensation Realm and entered the Foundation Building Realm in one breath.

The foundation building realm is to allow spiritual power to leave the body and attach to other items, such as an ordinary willow branch, after attaching spiritual power, its sharpness is enough to kill.

This is the foundation building realm.

And the fourth-order divine realm can make the spiritual power out of the body materialize, and it is not a problem to kill people in the air. As for the reason why this white-clothed young man was able to cut off Cuizhu out of thin air, it was only because the spiritual power attached to it was ejected through the strings.

This seems to be similar to the Channeling Realm, but in fact it is far from it.

The young man in white knew very well that if it weren't for what Xu Changfeng said, he wanted to break the mirror, and he didn't know what year and day he would have to wait.

"In Xia Zi Di, I don't know what to call the benefactor?"

The young man in white came back to his senses and quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to the outside of the long pavilion.

When he looked up, there was no one outside the long pavilion, only the fiery red sun alone soaked the entire street and alley, the green smoke was lit, and Chang'an was picturesque.