After practicing swordsmanship day after day, everyone finally finished practicing the sword moves and exercises of the second and third layers of swordsmanship. Then, next, Dongmei Daoist began to teach the fourth layer of swordsmanship exercises and sword moves, this fourth layer is not easy, and the speed of everyone's swordsmanship has changed from fast to slow, and it has entered a point of consolidating talent learning.

When Zhao Qingzhe was eleven years old, he spent almost all of his time practicing swordsmanship, studying diligently, but also wondering if his swordsmanship had improved, or whether he had practiced the correct sword moves. He was glad to think that he himself had the ability to protect his family and friends, and it also inspired him to move relentlessly towards the higher levels of swordsmanship. He also thought that his cultivation of swordsmanship could not only strengthen his body, but also that he had a responsibility, in order to protect the responsibility of the Kunlun Gate. In his mind, Kunlunmen has always been his home, and he firmly said that he would never give up his only hope.

Every morning, after Zhao Qingzhe cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, he repeatedly danced his sword in this quiet courtyard every day. The people who paid attention to his sword dance, in addition to his master's hidden real person, there was also the pair of blue birds that occasionally cried and occasionally frolicked. They are carefree, like the worldly masters.

Time flies, the seasons reincarnate, and it is another year, when Zhao Qingzhe is thirteen years old. He had basically completed the sword moves of the fourth level of the sword dance technique. His efforts have been duly rewarded, and he feels that life is meaningful.

Zhao Qingzhe's senior brothers and sisters are not bad, and their cultivation has finally succeeded. Since everyone learned swordsmanship, they no longer have to go to the basic level academy, and there are now new junior brothers and sisters there.

In the cultivation of swordsmanship at the top level, it is becoming more and more difficult, but no one will back down, even if the cultivation is fruitless, they must try. The fifth level of sword dancing and sword moves were taught by Luo Xi Daoren. From now on, everyone will be taught swordsmanship by Luo Xi Daoren for a year or two, and then when they have achieved positive results, they can go to Yuzhen Peak to practice alone and participate in the three major sword duels.

One day, in the ancestral hall, Yin Yi Zhenren called Zhao Qingzhe to come to him and said to him: "Qingzhe, you are thirteen years old. ”

"Yes. Master. ”

"I used to say that I would cast a good sword for you, do you remember?"

"I remember, I was eight years old. ”

"After five years of unremitting efforts, Weishi finally made a good sword out of that piece of jade and steel, and now I will show it to you. ”

After saying this, Yin Yi Zhenren took a long wooden box from the inner room, which was used to hold a sword, and then rested it on the table, opened the sword box and took out a good sword from it. This good sword is the sword that Yinyi Zhenren said was cast for Zhao Qingzhe, and it is a combination of jade and steel, with the aura and luster of jade.

Yinyi Zhenren held the sword in both hands and handed it to Zhao Qingzhe's hands, and then said:

"This sword is a combination of fairy jade and steel, and it is a good sword. Rigidity with softness, softness with rigidity, rigidity and softness into one, is unique. Qingzhe, you have to use it properly and become its master, and then you can use it freely. And the sword and the man are one, which is more important, it all depends on your understanding. ”

"The disciple understands, that is to say, I and the sword are completely indistinguishable from you and me, and I am one, and I am the master of the sword. ”

"Exactly right, the sword and the master live in harmony, so that the man and the sword can be one. ”

"Bear it in mind. ”

After Zhao Qingzhe received the sword, he looked at the sword, so he pulled out the sword. The sword body is shining with silver light, revealing fairy energy, and it really deserves to be a good sword. Zhao Qingzhe was overjoyed, so he ignored the existence of his master, rushed to the courtyard, and brandished his sword. It was okay at first, but halfway through, he stopped, and he felt that the sword was incomprehensible, and it was quite tiring.

"This is because the cultivation time is short. Qingzhe, when you grow up, you will get used to it. ”

"Master is right, I'm not used to it, and it hasn't gotten used to me, so I should have more contact and get to know each other. ”

"If you want to hurry, you can't get there. You have to use it and practice a lot, and it will come naturally. ”

"Yes. What should I call it?" asked Zhao Qingzhe.

"I see that there is a jade aura in the sword, so it is called a jade sword. ”

"Jade Sword!" Zhao Qingzhe looked at the sword in his hand and said, "I'll call you Jade Sword." ”

After Zhao Qingzhe got this jade sword, he couldn't put it down, and even put it on the edge of the bed when he slept, for fear that the sword would run away, in fact, it was because he cherished this sword.

He didn't tell his brothers and sisters about getting the jade sword, he just wanted a good sword, and there was no need to tell them.

Zhao Qingzhe was only in the courtyard of the ancestral hall where he practiced swordsmanship with a jade sword. Because he likes silence and doesn't like swaggering. He thinks it's his business, he knows it, Master knows, it's okay.