Since that day, Changning's habit of living in seclusion has changed a lot.

In the past, in the West Pole, Dacang Mountain stretched for thousands of miles, although it was magnificent, Changning did not have much opportunity to enjoy the scenery. Walking around the village and in the woods within half a month of walking accounted for almost all of the life of the mountain people, and only the foot merchants came regularly to exchange the output of Dacang Mountain and bring the necessities of the outside world.

A few picture albums are one of the few windows for children in the small mountain village to learn about the outside world. But fortunately, there is a private school in the village. It is said that it is a private school, but in fact, it is a white-bearded old man surnamed Li when he entered the mountains in the village, and took a group of chirping children to tell stories and read classics.

Changning was studious, and after finishing the simple reading materials that Mr. Li had prepared for a group of little hairy children early, he could only get half of the yellowed and old books from the foot merchants who came after a while, and read them carefully.

When he left home, his mother stuffed him with what he had collected over the years.

From Dacang Mountain to the Sword Shrine, half of his mind was on homesickness, half of his mind was on imagining the life in the Sword Shrine, and the waves of the river were not terrifying, and he didn't care to take a good look at the scenery along the way.

Not to mention after arriving at the Sword Shrine. Changning, who was holding a tendon and drilling the tip of the horns, only cared about cultivating the sword technique, and during this period, he didn't know how much he had missed in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas and fireworks in the world. Now that I think about it, it's a pity.

The sword mound is entrenched in the throat of the river. The upstream water continues to converge, the river surface continues to widen, and then flows into this dangerous peak, and the river channel suddenly tightens. A series of mountain peaks seemed to stab out from beneath the earth, slashing the flat earth to pieces. The river meanders its way between the shattered earth, and the water is turbulent. If you want to cross the river, or rely on the cultivation to go to the sky, or go upstream or downstream out of the range of this dangerous peak, the riverbed is reopened, and the water flow is gentle, only then will the ferryman haunt, holding a narrow boat, sending people back and forth. If it is a carriage or horse, it will have to go farther, and when it reaches the official road, there will be an official stone bridge to walk.

The sword ancestor was here to enlighten the way, bury the world's sword, and then pass on the world's sword. Since then, the sword mound has sprung up in this dangerous place and has become a giant in the monastic world. This mountain peak and river, how many years have been tempered by the sword intent of many disciples of the sword mound, and there is already a faint bit of innate sword intent. The acquired to the congenital, the difference between cloud and mud. This is also one of the reasons why although the sword mound does not open the door to recruit disciples, it has produced talents from generation to generation.

How many amazing talents are brilliant, and how many are heartfelt.

After the morning class, if Senior Brother Tao Ran didn't come to the small courtyard to toss, Changning finished his routine schoolwork and practice, and walked around in the sword mound.

There are no mysterious or strictly forbidden places in the sword shrine, and there are occasionally a few forbidden places in the mountain peaks, most of which are only set up by people who retreat here, to isolate the inside and outside from unintentional interference.

In addition, the three thousand miles of sword mounds have left the footprints of generations of disciples everywhere.

During the walk in Changning, almost every mountain peak can see the traces left by the predecessors of the sword.

Whether it is a simple single sword mark, which is still fierce after many years, or a sentence of poetry carved on the cliff wall with interest, Changning is almost attracted by the Dao force just by watching, and he wants to roar.

These sword intents have been constantly polished by the years, and new sword intents have been left behind in the long years.

On the cliffs, between the soil, even a handful of flowing water in the mountain stream, and a pinch of new shoots at the water's edge, Changning can always meet the sword intent left by the predecessors in unexpected places.

The dialogue between sword cultivators, the meaning of sword moves is far greater than words.

Changning, who walked between the mountain peaks, felt in a trance that he was crossing endless time and space, and drinking with the amazing talents in the generations of sword mounds.

Climb all over the 999 peaks of the sword mound, and read the thousand-year-old sword intent inheritance.

The magnificent scene of this piece of shattered earth like a long sword piercing the sky was also directly called by the disciples of the Sword Shrine - Thousand Peaks Chengjian.

And among the thousand peaks, the last peak is naturally - I am the peak of the mountain.

Between the mountains and rivers, Changning can always see people sitting alone on Jianfeng or in groups of three or five. Looking at the shape of the clothing, there are all six halls and three mounds. Maybe they don't know each other, but it doesn't prevent them from getting together to play swords and songs.

I think it's because of the theory of the world, the disciples in the sect who have been running around for a long time have gradually returned.

Some senior brothers and even the elders of the sect saw that Changning, a fresh face who had not been in the beginning for a long time and was still shallow, did not hesitate to slow down the sword in his hand, and slowly deduced the sword moves, so that Changning could comprehend more of their sword intent. Whether you can understand it or not, Changning will return it with courtesy.

But there are also senior sisters who see this little junior with a delicate appearance and pure atmosphere, and when they look around and see that there is no one else, they rely on their own cultivation to stabilize Changning, and they come close to pinch their faces and run away. Even though Changning entered the realm at a fast pace, how could he compare with this group of senior sisters who already had enough experience in fighting? It is also because of this that Changning's body has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days, and when he was asked, he could only cry and laugh and had to know how to answer.