The strategy offered by Swallowing Fire is actually to lure the snake out of the hole and arrange the bait in advance, but when he sees that every night at midnight, he deliberately arranges a disciple to practice swords in the mountains, and then ambushes a group of masters in the dark, and when the monster appears, he will take it down in one fell swoop and completely solve this trouble. But I don't know why, since Gao Wei made a fuss that day, the monster has not moved, as if he knew that others were looking for him, and he never came out again, for a few days, so that the masters of Shushan returned in vain, which is really a headache.

And Gao Wei naturally has nothing else to do, and as always, he comes to practice under the sword soul stone every day, but he doesn't dare to go out at night, and the events of that night always make him afraid.

On this day, Gao Wei was still as usual, facing the morning sun in the early morning, came to practice the knife under the sword soul stone, wielding a knife and a knife, and suddenly a voice came: "Although this knife technique is simple, it is expensive to be straightforward, rare, rare." ”

Gao Wei looked for prestige, only to see a white-bearded old man walking out of the sword soul stone, who was the head of Shushan Yuan Feng Lao Dao, and Gao Wei hurriedly fell to the ground and worshipped.

"Hehe, get up, get up, don't be polite. The head of Yuan Feng smiled as before, walked in, helped Gao Wei up, and sat on a stone casually, "Come, you can sit too." ”

"Hey, okay. Gao Wei was honest and honest, and he didn't limit so many courtesies, so he sat next to him and asked curiously: "Mr. Boss, you got up very early." ”

"Huh. The head of Yuan Feng shook his head with a smile, "We generally don't care if we sleep or can't afford to get up, but it's you, what do you mean by 'Mr. Boss'? ”

"This ...... That's not ......" Gao Wei scratched his head, "Later, I went out to know that you were the head of Shushan." ”

"Forget it, forget it, you will still call it Mr. in the future, what is it called'Mr. in charge', it sounds awkward. Old Dao Yuan Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Why did you get here today?" asked Galway again.

"Hehe, I have nothing to do today, I heard other disciples say, Gao Wei, you often come to practice under this sword soul stone, so I specially went around to take a look, I saw you just now, you are really here. ”

"Oh, that's right. Gao Wei smiled embarrassedly, "If you don't practice well, practice blindly, just don't laugh." After speaking, he subconsciously sat on the side, took out his cigarette pouch, "Ba Da", "Ba Da" took two puffs, picked up the water hyacinth and poured it into his mouth, suddenly remembered, and hurriedly handed the gourd over, "Old man, do you drink water?"

"Oh, no, no. Yuan Feng was not interested in drinking water, but he saw Gao Wei's cigarette pouch and said strangely, "What is this?"

"It's a cigarette pouch. Gao Wei was stunned.

"You smoke with your mouth, it seems to be very useful. "Although Yuan Feng Lao Dao is all over the world, he has never seen such a thing, and when he saw Gao Wei swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, he was useful, so he cared.

"Well, why don't you try it later?" Gao Wei hurriedly handed over the cigarette pouch.

Yuan Feng Lao Dao was curious for a while, took it, and also learned from Gao Wei's appearance, took a sip, and coughed straight as a result.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Yuan Feng Lao Dao blushed and his neck was thick, and he hurriedly returned the cigarette pouch to Gao Wei.

Gao Wei saw the appearance of the master, and hurriedly patted Yuan Feng Lao Dao on the back, and said in his mouth while patting: "What do you say, you are not used to it, just take two more bites." ”

"Forget it...... Never mind. Yuan Feng finally eased up, "This thing is more choking than the poisonous fog of the 'Poisonous Dragon Pool', forget it, forget it." ”

Gao Wei smiled innocently: "This thing is smoked by us mortals, you are always an immortal, so naturally you can't smoke it." ”

"What immortals, mortals. Yuan Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's not a layman, it's just that we practiced earlier." ”

"That's remarkable. Gao Wei looked envious.

"Are you very envious?" Yuan Feng looked at Gao Wei with a smile, "Do you kid want to practice?"

"Think, I've never dreamed of flying around in the sky like you. Gao Wei nodded quickly, but then said discouragedly, "But my qualifications are not good, and I am also past my age." ”

"It doesn't hurt. Yuan Feng Lao Dao shook his head, "The ancients said: 'Chaowen Dao, you can die at night', as long as you learn something, it is not too late at any time, just now I saw you practice knives, the moves are just simple, although they are practical, they are just ordinary knives after all." ”

"I wanted to learn, but no one taught me. Gao Wei pursed his lips and said helplessly.

"No, Lao Dao, I have a scroll of sword proverbs here, are you willing to practice it?" Yuan Feng Lao Dao stared at Gao Wei seriously.

"Yes. Gao Wei hurriedly said, "But at my age, this root, I don't think I can achieve much when I practice, you are always elevated." ”

"Nonsense, who told you this. ”

"That's what they all said. ”

"Don't worry. Old Dao Yuan Feng shook his head, stood up, and said to Gao Wei, "As long as you are willing to practice, come with me." With that, he walked to the other side.

Gao Wei happily followed, but he didn't take two steps, he found that something was wrong, Yuan Feng Lao Dao was old, and his steps were not big, but Gao Wei couldn't catch up, and in the end he actually used to run, and the distance was getting bigger and bigger, and he hurriedly shouted behind him: "Old man, old man, wait for me, you are walking too fast." ”

Yuan Feng Lao Dao couldn't hear it, the speed increased unabated, Gao Wei hurried to catch up, chased for a whole morning, ran through countless cloud iron bridges, passed through the small Banshu Mountain fairyland, and came to a large hall, panting, sweating, and muttering: "My mother, this old man is a handful of years old, how can he walk like playing with his life, as for it." ”

Yuan Feng Lao Dao smiled but did not speak, standing outside the palace gate waiting for Gao Wei to climb the stairs of five hundred steps, and came to him with a flushed face, Gao Wei sat on the ground with his butt and said breathlessly: "My immortal grandfather, what did you say? By the way, it is called walking like flying, you are old, and you can walk faster than me." ”

Yuan Feng Lao Dao smiled, turned around and left: "Come with me." ”

Gao Wei hurriedly got up and kept up, approached this strange hall, it turned out, this is the Tibetan scripture building of Shushan, Shushan is a famous faction, the specifications of the Tibetan scripture building are naturally extraordinary, the whole building is magnificent, floating in the sky and white clouds, the surrounding auspicious sounds are endless, a good group of fairy scenery.

Came to the second floor of the hall, outside a room, Yuan Feng pushed the door in with Gao Wei, and sighed to him: "At the moment, the knife vein, since the sword soul, there is no great achievement, so there is very little practice, throughout my door, it is the master of the sword soul, but there is only one person who learns the knife, I also use the sword, so that day I watched your knife, which masculine is faintly formed, I can't bear to see you wasted, today, I will pass you a roll of knife techniques, I hope you study carefully." ”

After speaking, from the bookshelf next to him, he took out a thick bamboo slip and handed it over, Gao Wei took it in his hand and looked at it, only to see the four big words in the handwriting at the beginning: "Lingyang Eight Knives!"

Although Gao Wei was a rough man, he still recognized the words, and after a cursory look, he looked up and said, "Why do I look a little familiar with this knife technique? It seems that the knife technique in our army was also somewhat similar." ”

"That's right. Yuan Feng Lao Dao tore off the hanging cloth on the wall, revealed a portrait, and asked, "Do you know him?"

"He?" Gao Wei was stunned, "Isn't this Guan Yu Guan's second master?"

"Exactly. Yuan Feng Lao Dao nodded, his expression solemn, "You listen well, a generation of martial saint Guan Yunchang, benevolence, wisdom, courtesy, righteousness, faith, life knife technique, exquisite, open and close, unparalleled in the world, this volume of 'Lingyang Eight Knives', is the descendants according to him sorted out, today I will hand it over to you, I hope you will study well, do not slack off." ”

Looking at the statue of the martial saint on the wall, Gao Wei couldn't help but be excited, even more shocked, the painting of a generation of god Guan Yunchang, holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife, lifelike, his story does not need to be said, no one knows the land of Shenzhou, no one knows, beheading Yan Liang, Zhu Wen Chou, thousands of miles to ride alone, Flooding the Seventh Army and other heroic deeds emerged from his mind, the figure seemed to jump out, rushed to the front of the two armies, angrily beheaded him 3,000 people, a heroic spirit looked at the past and the present, swallowed mountains and rivers, shocked all the young people in the world, after looking at it for a long time, Gao Wei nodded seriously and said: "Thank you." ”

Yuan Feng Lao Dao was a little uneasy, and then asked, "What do you think when you get this 'Lingyang Eight Blades'?"

"Thoughts?" Gao Wei scratched his head embarrassedly, as if embarrassed to say.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it, say whatever you think in your heart. Yuan Feng shook his hand freely.

"Actually, I didn't have any ideas, so I thought about it and went back to practice. Gao Wei said with a red face.

"Oh?" Yuan Feng was stunned, "Nothing else?"

"No more. Gao Weimu shook his head, "I am an ordinary man, I can have today's creation, I have already moved the heavens, what other ideas can I have." ”

"Hahahaha-" Yuan Feng Lao Dao laughed happily, and only after a while did he bow his head and laugh at himself, "A good sentence has no idea, there is tolerance is great, no desire is just, like this desireless and wantless, it actually came from the mouth of a mortal, it is really a cultivator who is ashamed of the world, if there is a realm like you, the avenue is just around the corner, good, good, good." After saying three "good" words on his face, Gao Wei was stunned again, only knowing that he was praising himself, so he smirked together.

Yuan Feng Lao Dao nodded with satisfaction: "In the future, if you don't understand something, you can ask Broken Wind, he is also a senior in swordsmanship, he can help you preach and teach to solve doubts, you practice this knife, you only need to remember four words in your heart." ”

"What four words?"

"Yi Bo Yuntian!" As these words came out, Yuan Feng's old and decayed figure suddenly showed a momentum in this small room, standing up to the sky and the earth, almost making people look up to the mountains," You need to keep in mind that the knife this way, open and close, the momentum is extraordinary, although the cultivator has thousands of means, but more important is the cultivation of the state of mind, although I think you are blunt, but the mood is simple, honest, is a material that can be made, so you must remember the spiritual inheritance of the predecessors of the sword, first about the cloud chief, and then there is the sword soul, that is the back of the mountain, the mind like the sea, the air is in the sky, the righteousness is thin and the sky is thin, can you remember?"

"The disciple is taught. Gao Wei bowed to the ground, every word was fine, and he remembered it in his heart.

"Well, go ahead. Yuan Feng Lao Dao nodded, waved his hand and let Gao Wei go, perhaps even he didn't expect that such a disciple with blunt qualifications and poor roots and bones would achieve another generation of sword soul legends because of his own inheritance today......

This is exactly what it is: the spirit of the sky, the generosity of the sword......