Even if a powerful cultivator can quickly enter the cultivation process, the process of transforming the five qi in the body and the heaven and earth yuan qi into the true yuan also takes a lot of time. Especially in this kind of place, where horse thieves, bandits, or fierce beasts could be attacked at any time, it was naturally impossible for ordinary cultivators to waste their true yuan, and they would always keep the true yuan in their bodies in a very abundant state.

Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the horse gang, was not a cultivator, but he had seen many cultivators fighting, so with the previous picture of Zhang Yi using his sword to take stones, he could also be sure that Zhang Yi was not the kind of existence that was strong enough to wantonly waste true yuan.

Therefore, Zhang Yi's behavior at this time was naturally very stupid in his opinion.

However, for Zhang Yi, it is different.

Just like in the Minshan Sword Society, things that seem meaningless to many people are more important to Zhang Yi than his life.

Because of this, he is himself and Zhang Yi.

Before letting the old man take off his clothes and take a bath, he also carefully tested the temperature of the water, and even picked some herbs from the surroundings that can have a certain effect on rheumatism, rashes and sores, and put them in the water.

He even began to wash the clothes that the old man had changed, and after washing, he used the precious True Yuan to shake off all the moisture in the clothes, making the old man's gray robe as clean as new.

Looking at his upright and gentle posture, looking at the old man's clean robe, the unpleasant smell no longer came into his nose, and for some reason, even Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the horse gang who couldn't help but scold Zhang Yi angrily before, fell silent, and a different emotion arose in his heart.

After soaking in a hot spring for a long time, the old man who changed into clean clothes let out a satisfied ** from his throat, but he still didn't thank Zhang Yi, but just got into the tent by himself and fell asleep quickly.

Zhang Yi checked the camp tent and made sure that the cool mountain wind was not blowing directly on the old man's face, so he lit a fire next to the stone pit where the old man had bathed before.

When the wooden block turned into red charcoal and there was no longer a pungent smell of fireworks, Zhang Yi took out the sword scripture written by Baili Suxue from his chest very solemnly and carefully, and began to seriously comprehend it.

The sword intent on this sword scripture was extremely lonely, just like the ice edge in the highest wind outlet on the highest peak of Minshan Mountain, which made him seem to be unable to help but stinging his eyes at this time, and the chill under his skin was naturally pierced by ice needles.

This kind of sword intent is actually very inconsistent with his gentle and elegant character, but for him, this sword scripture represents the recognition and appreciation of the Minshan Sword Sect for him, which is a great honor, and it is also a heavy weight, so he will definitely do his best to learn this sword scripture.

With true respect and gratitude, instead of confronting this sword intent, he integrated into the period faster, just like following in the footsteps of Baili Suxue, his mind immersed in the sharp strokes.

If the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator who had been ordered to pass on his sword scripture could clearly know the state of his cultivation, he would definitely fall into a deep shock because of the progress of his cultivation.

Zhang Yi's mind wandered with the stroke of the pen on the Sword Sutra, and unconsciously, he forgot the passage of time, and even forgot the environment he was in at this time, and forgot the original meaning of the words on the Sword Sutra.

His mind flew swiftly with the stroke of the pen, like a mountain wind shuttling between canyons, like a meteor streaking through the sky, like a fish suddenly jumping out of the water, splashing a wave and disappearing.

These strokes made a sword jump actively, turning into countless mysterious traces in his perception.

Everything is so smooth and deservedly smooth.

In fact, the sword intent exuded from this sword scripture is as arrogant as the ice edge in the cold wind at the top of Minshan Mountain, which only represents Baili Suxue's personal artistic conception and temperament, and is only the appearance of this sword scripture when it is described, not the true original meaning of this sword scripture.

The true origin meaning of this sword scripture is that the sword heart is clear, and it is a matter of course.

What many people tell you is not the real truth.

Only what you take for granted after hearing it is your true truth.

A true gentleman is not contaminated by external objects and does not go against his own way.

When he does things and uses the sword, he will be in line with the truth of this sword scripture, and he will be able to use the sword intent as a matter of course.

If Zhang Yi is just like some hypocritical gentlemen in Changling, and what he does is not the same as what he thinks in his heart, then even if he has such a sword scripture, it is impossible to comprehend the true meaning of it.

So Baili Suxue picked a correct sword scripture and picked the right person.

When the consciousness jumped with those smooth strokes, until the last stroke of the pen rushed into the sky, Zhang Yi only felt that his body was light, as if his entire soul had jumped out of the heavenly spirit, rushed into the sky, and overlooked his body.

It's a feeling that is both mysterious and new, but also terrifying.

Zhang Yi woke up, he was shocked to find that his clothes had been soaked with dew, and the sky in the distance had turned white, and the night passed silently.

All those sharp strokes disappeared into his sea of consciousness like a tide, but when he retreated in one place, it was like leaving a trail on the sand, and a clear path of the sword appeared in his mind.

He realized a sword.

He began to comprehend the first sword in this sword scripture.

With a snort, there seemed to be a passage in the depths of his heart, but what made his eyes widen in confusion in an instant was that he obviously felt some rapid fluctuations in his vitality, but he didn't feel any vitality coming out of his body, and even the true yuan in his body did not lose a single point.

An extremely smooth and comfortable feeling immediately permeated his body.

At this moment, the old man in the tent also turned over and woke up.

His cloudy eyes became crystal clear at this moment, as if the vitality that had just fluctuated in front of Zhang Yi had gathered in his eyes.

But it was only in the next moment that his eyes became cloudy again.

"I want to drink water. ”

Then he shouted directly at Zhang Yi in an unkind tone.

Hearing the old man's call, Zhang Yi didn't think much about it, so she put away the small parchment roll and came to the old man's tent.

"I'm going to drink hot water, not lukewarm. ”

The old man seemed to think that he had not come fast enough, and said angrily.

"Good. ”

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, but the pace of turning around and walking towards the caravan station was a little faster.

......

Dongfang lit up with a white fish's belly, and when Ye Huanan woke up and walked out of the hut where he lived, he found that next to the carriage of the Minshan Sword Sect at the entrance of the ink garden, there was already a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Ye Jiannan is a teenager who is not afraid of strong enemies, or even death, but the moment he saw this handsome man, he still felt nervous and restrained, and he still felt awe.

Because this extremely handsome man is a sword with a beautiful face.

For a long time, the Tantai Guan Sword has always been considered to be the strongest existence in the Minshan Sword Sect except for Baili Suxue.

Even many cultivators of the Seven Realms couldn't understand why the Tantai Guan Sword was so fast, and why his sword and people were able to break through common sense and be several times faster than the flying sword of ordinary cultivators.

Yutai Guanjian didn't talk to Shao Zhizhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, but he didn't rush into the park either, and seemed to be just quietly waiting for the sunrise.

Ye Jiannan had already seen the Tangtai Guanjian when he was in the Sword Club, but for some reason, even at that time, he didn't feel that the Tangtai Guanjian was as solemn and serious as it is today.

Although there were no complicated etiquette and procedures, Shantai Guanjian just stood there quietly, waiting for the sunrise, but Ye Jiannan clearly felt that something big was happening.

The sun rises in the east, sprinkles ten thousand golden rays, and the sky is completely bright.

Ye Huanan looked at it blankly, only to see that the body of the Tantai Guanjian was plated with a layer of gold edges.

Then Yutai Guanjian gently bowed to him, and then bowed slightly to Shao Killing.

Then a soft breath poured out of his body, making his body extremely clean, and even the tiniest dust on the blue jade robe was blown away.

Then he stepped into the ink garden.