"These handwritings ......"

Su Ting whispered, "Is it written with fingering?"

His gaze was solemn, and his true qi was running, and he came to his eyes.

He looked at the handwriting on the slate.

That's the way the sword is pointed.

The person who writes, with the sword finger as the pen, uses mana, and also uses sword intent.

Su Ting looked at these lines of text, and his expression gradually changed.

He already knew in his heart that this was the opportunity that the Taoist priest had left.

Although the remnants of the sword intent of the sword master Gu Jianyuan in the past were taken away by that man, this man turned the sword intent into his own use, so he used the sword intent to write this paragraph.

This text contains the sword intent that Ge Zhengxuan himself comprehended!

......

"In the past, my master collected the sword intent here, and now Xiaodao retracts the sword intent, which is also the cause and effect of fate, and I hope that those who come later will not be blamed. ”

"In addition, in the Sword Pavilion, there is no sword intent, only the residual breath remains, but those who are destined may be able to understand some opportunities from the residual breath. ”

Su Ting looked at the words on it, read it lightly, and said secretly: "People who are destined may be able to understand some chance from the residual breath?"

Sure enough, there was something in the words. ”

This sentence, Su Ting didn't notice anything originally, but now it seems that it is this Taoist named Ge Zhengxuan who consciously took away the opportunity in the Sword Pavilion and felt a little guilty, so he left the opportunity for later generations.

But he didn't say it obviously, just made a slight point.

If some people have eyes above the top and disdain the so-called residual breath, that's fine.

But some people are willing to stay, and after a little understanding, they can perceive the sword intent contained in this text.

Su Ting said secretly: "This Ge Zhengxuan is really a master, after taking away the sword intent, he still left an opportunity for a studious person like me." ”

Thinking like this, he watched carefully and pondered carefully.

Although he is not following the path of a sword immortal, he is now cultivating the divine sword, and he is indeed using the ability to refine the sword.

In addition, methods such as the Heavenly Thunder Sword Finger also require his kendo comprehension to become more and more powerful.

He immersed himself in it, and his understanding deepened.

......

Time passes little by little.

About half an hour later.

Su Yuefeng was just outside the attic, waiting for Su Ting.

And she held a pearl in her arms and a spirit rune in her hand.

Su Ting explained that if something happened, he would immediately wrap the spirit talisman in a pearl and summon the giant wrestler.

So she didn't dare to slack off.

It's just that she is very curious about this pearl.

This pearl is white, smooth and moist, which is lovely, and what makes people feel more dreamy is that this pearl can be turned into a wrestler, like a heavenly soldier.

Su Yuefeng looked at the pearl in her arms, her daughter's temperament, and she never got tired of looking at this beautiful thing, and she was quite happy in her heart.

But after half an hour, she waited for a long time, took Mingzhu in her arms, and waited for Su Ting to come out.

The wait is always long.

But she waited for Hou Suting, but she was extremely patient.

"It didn't come out immediately, obviously Xiaoting had a chance. ”

Thinking like this, Su Yuefeng's heart became more and more happy.

......

At this moment.

Mountain trails.

A burly figure, walking on the mountain road.

This figure has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, walking calmly, like an iron tower.

But he was walking slowly on the mountain road with his head bowed and a dilapidated ancient book in his hand.

"Eight hundred years ago?"

"Shu Kingdom Sword Immortal Gu Jianyuan...... After his death, he was named a god, and now he is one of the stars of the heavens, the god of the Doubu, and the official of the East Dipper?"

"What's on this?"

The third elder of the Ding family frowned, as if he was contemplating.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but his kung fu is high, and he has encountered more people and accidents, and he has seen some spells in recent years, but he doesn't have the so-called ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea, at most it is like playing tricks, and he can't withstand his three punches and two kicks, and he dies.

But in the Sword Pavilion, there is indeed a bit of charm, which can make him comprehend.

It's just that, in his opinion, the deep meaning contained in this is extraordinary, but it is not as unattainable as the gods.

Thinking about it before, the fierce aura in the Sword Pavilion was about the remnants of the previous generation of martial arts masters.

But in the past two days, he has repeatedly failed, failed to break through the great martial arts master, and his heart is irritable, so he went back to his house and looked for many classics about the records of Jianshan, and after a few days of looking at it, he always felt that his thoughts about Jianshan in the past seemed to be a little wrong.

"Martial arts to the point where I am going to open a stele and crack a stone, but Er'er. ”

In the eyes of the foolish, it is also like a fairy-like method. ”

"Most of the immortals in ancient times were people with strong martial arts. ”

"This Gu Jianyuan eight hundred years ago was also a great martial arts master, but over the past few hundred years, the more he spread the word and became more and more gods, and he became an immortal. ”

That's what he thought in his heart at the moment.

And that's what he thought since he was a child.

But in the past two years, I have felt more and more strange in my heart.

"Eight hundred years...... It's been too long, even the traces of the so-called martial arts great masters should have been wiped out a long time ago, where will they remain to this day?"

"Could it be that in the past, there were people who achieved martial arts masters here, and they would leave sword intent for future generations to observe?"

"So every time a great master comes out, new traces will be left?"

"The remaining sword intent is left by the previous martial arts great master?"

With the speculation in his heart, he had come to the precipice.

He paused suddenly, and was about to cross the cliff.

However, as soon as his footsteps stopped, he raised his eyebrows.

Because the surrounding rocks seem to have collapsed, but in front of the cliff, there is a pile of rubble.

He didn't know what was going on, but he could sense that someone had set foot on this sword mountain.

The third elder of the Ding family clenched his fists slightly, revealing a strange smile.

"I have killed more than 30 people before and after, most of them are masters of internal strength, and in recent months, I have killed people who practice martial arts around me, and I am terrified. ”

"I didn't expect that there would be people who didn't open their eyes, and they still wanted to climb the mountain and enter the pavilion to take away my chance?"

"Maybe someone should break through the shackles with killing, and condense into martial arts with blood. ”

There was excitement in his eyes.

His heart was full of blood.

Under his murderous name, he still dares to come to climb the mountain, most of which is relied on.

No matter how bad it is, those who can cross this cliff will not be bad.

This is another opponent who can fight with a few moves?

......

In the Sword Pavilion.

Su Ting sat cross-legged, staring at the text.

It was as if he saw a hand, pointing into a sword, and it roamed on the stone slab, like flowing clouds and water, without showing its edge.

The slate is hard, and under the finger of the sword, it is incomparably soft, and it is born with a stroke.

But seeing that the handwriting is fluttering, it is not stained with fireworks, but now when you look closely, it seems that there is still a heavy meaning.

Quaint!

Massiness!

These words speak of things that are only appearances.

And the real meaning of the word is the meaning contained in the font!

That's sword intent!

"This sword intent ......"

Su Ting said secretly: "Belong to the soil?"

As this thought arose, he had an understanding in his heart.

True Qi is running, and the wind blows away.

The jade box placed in front of him suddenly opened.

I saw that inside, there was a box full of golden jade water, and there was a ginseng plant on each side.

And under the jade box, a pitch-black iron knife lay quietly.