It is said that it is a soft sword, but it is only relatively speaking, in fact, it is quite textured in the hand, and it is not light and soft and uncontrollable. The sword body is two feet long, as smooth as a mirror, and as thin as a cicada's wings. The hilt of the sword is wrapped in animal skin, soft and elastic, and it is really a sharp weapon for killing.

Airplanes...... Airplanes......

The sword shook down, the sword body trembled like a snake, and the sound was endless. Shake it again, and there is a "whoosh" sound. If such a sword is used in other ordinary martial arts, it may be half the effort, but it is dwarfed when used to practice the nameless sword spectrum.

The nameless sword spectrum only has a heart-piercing move, if you use a soft sword to fight with people, you will inevitably lose your head at the critical moment, and you may lose your life to the opponent, but the soft sword is not suitable for sprinting moves, and the stroke is almost the same.

Not smooth, Liu San'er simply put the soft sword aside, took out the storage bag of the man in white and poured out all the things. This guy's net worth is really rich, and there are hundreds of folding fans and silver needles that are used with folding fans, which are packed in boxes. Immediately take it out and reload the folding fan, try it again, it's quite handy, press the hinge of the folding fan and shoot it to launch, shoot out five silver needles on a fan bone each time, the effective attack distance is about thirty steps, twist the hinge and then slap it can shoot up to twenty silver needles on four fan bones at the same time, a piece of silver light, but there are only twelve fan bones, so that the three times are launched.

The remaining silver needles can still be filled three or four times, but they can't be wasted, so after trying it, Liu San'er ran forward to retrieve the needles on the ground, and added some fans to refill, as a self-defense weapon for himself.

There are more than 10 bottles of various pills, detoxification, healing, and qi replenishment. There are more than 1,500 spirit stones, but they are all first-order mid-grade like Liu San'er's. A copy of the "Huang Ting Sutra" that can be cultivated to the late stage of foundation building, suitable for earth spirit roots or spirit monkey natal monks, but after reading it, I still gave up. A set of second-order lower-grade magic weapons with one attack and one defense, one is an earth-attribute round shield with a tough attribute, and the other is a wood-attribute flying sword, with a garbage attribute glare, which is reserved for use in the middle of advanced qi training in the future, saving a lot of expenses. The silver is hundreds of taels large, dozens of blank rune papers, pen and ink cinnabar and the like.

A few sets of clothes, Liu San'er's body shape can barely wear them. A palm-sized square token, old and unreadable, with worn words on both sides, but a vague grimace could be seen in the side light, which was vivid and left for later study. A soft narrow knife from the same family as the soft sword, the widest part of the blade is two or three inches, and the same two feet long and thin as the handle of cicada-winged animal skin, gently swaying and buzzing. A set of swords, but obviously for other purposes, not suitable for use as a nameless sword spectrum, so I can only collect it first.

There is also a wooden sword, which should be a woman's thing, like jujube wood, less than two feet, the sword body is not more than a finger wide, the blade is not opened, the tip can break the skin and flesh with force, the workmanship is average, it is knocked on the stone, and it is still strong, and the practice of nameless sword is barely usable, but it cannot be pierced into the cave wall with all its strength, otherwise it will be mostly damaged.

The sword monk should have memorized it, and he doesn't know if he has practiced it. But for such a big moment on the cave wall, every time I looked at it, Liu San'er always had a kind of loss that he had not practiced enough mysteriously. Simply don't do two endlessly draw it down first, obviously waste it with rune paper, find the lining of the sheepskin in the small box, draw for nearly a day is not satisfied, and destroy the lining of the big box and continue to paint, back and forth three or four times, finally picked out Zhang Shangke's, and compared it a few times without mistakes, the picture is also copied eight or nine points similar, then smiled and put things away. He took out the ice dagger and scribbled on the wall until the pictures and words were unrecognizable. He has been familiar with the sword book for a few days, and it stands to reason that it is purely superfluous to copy it again, but there is no reference at all, and it is really not enough for him to practice by memorization, which is not enough for him who does not have any martial arts foundation, and it is better to refer to it from time to time on his body. glanced at the motionless monk, and felt funny: "I don't know if this bald donkey is happy or sad when he sees the destruction of the sword spectrum." ”

After thinking about it again, it is still important to save my life now, regardless of those useless, I can't help but spy on the impermanence of fate, and then look at the letter that has been dried on the stone platform not far away, the cover has been wrinkled, and it is obvious that I have seen that there has been water, but fortunately, I didn't see that it was black in the light before, and the ink damage should not be serious. But it is obviously inappropriate to take it to the girder gate like this, and it will be repaired when there is a chance.

Picked up the wooden sword and practiced the first move of the nameless sword spectrum, and found that there was no difficulty as imagined, but I felt that it was different from the picture, and thought that it might have just begun, so I did all the remaining dozens of moves, and it was still the same, and I couldn't find the reason, and I recalled the text explanation after each move, and it still seemed to be a solution. So I simply did it all over again, and I worked harder. This time it's stronger, and the lethality is much greater, but I still feel that something is missing. Maybe it was because there was no target, so he took out the ice dagger and cut off some stalactites, piled up a stone figure, and stabbed it out again.

Crash!

The stone man was not strong, and was hit by the wooden sword, and collapsed immediately. I couldn't taste anything with a sword, so I piled up the stone figures again, changed the tricks and started again, and so did it again, but the moves were more proficient, and the missing things were still not found.

Thinking of this, Liu San'er hurriedly walked to the destroyed cave wall and took a few turns, stared at the nearby cave wall and examined it carefully a few times, but did not see anything suspicious, so he temporarily dispelled his thoughts.

Practicing swords is a physically demanding job, if it weren't for self-preservation, Liu San'er would probably not be willing to try it in his life. It was only a few hours, and his stomach was no longer angry, so he took a piece of bacon from the box, and walked to the stone man while chewing, pointed the sword at his heart, stared at the sword body, and imagined the stone man as a living person. It seems that martial arts are really not so easy to practice, so I have to eat and drink enough first and then find a way from the annotations of the moves.

Eating meat is nature, but drinking not only wine, but also water in the pool.

...

After eight or nine days like this, Liu San'er's sword moves have been mastered, and the annotations can be memorized backwards, but there is still no clue about what is lacking after a sword is stabbed. He was also helpless, he thought that the nameless sword spectrum had only one heart-piercing action, although there were dozens of moves, but with the physical conditions of his cultivator, there should be no obstacle to learning, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

The monk was still meditating, and he ate twice out of the hole in the middle, and he also communicated with Liu San for a while, talking nonsense that was innocuous and innocuous nonsense.

However, Liu San'er still heard from the words that the monk's arrow wound was no longer a big problem, but the poison in it was too domineering, although it was suppressed in time and a broken arm was broken to save himself, the remaining poison was still not fully forced out, and if he wanted to be thorough, he was afraid that it would take about half a month. But the broken arm grew again, and the skin and flesh were as good as the original.

It was the first time for Liu San'er to see the broken arm reborn, so he was naturally curious and touched it for a while, but thinking of the pain of the monk's broken arm at that time, his heart was slightly cold and he immediately lost interest. I asked a few times about the nameless sword book on the cave wall, and the monk replied that he didn't know about it, and he didn't express his opinion on the destruction of the sword book. However, the letter that was wet and then dried was pointed out to the monk although he was unable to repair it. It is said that there is one person in Cai Guojing's division who specializes in this kind of business, and his reputation is very high, and even people from nearby countries will make a special trip to ask for help, but the fee is very expensive, and he also needs to be recommended by acquaintances. And the monk was actually an acquaintance of the man, took out the pen and ink and wrote the word "10,000" on the back of the envelope, and left the law number, which was regarded as a sign of recommendation, and informed Liu San'er of the address.

It's empty, but it's an interesting name.

......

On the eleventh day, the pursuers came, and they came a little strangely.

There were no living creatures in the waterhole in the cave, but Liu San'er was tired of practicing swords and taking water that day, and was surprised to find that there were some small insects like sweat hairs in the water, which were almost transparent, and it would be difficult to see if he was not careful. When he found out, he had already taken several sips, and he was so shocked that he hurriedly threw out his throat until his stomach was empty. But such a tiny worm, how could he spit it out when he said it. This is just a normal person's reaction, and knowing that it is mostly useless. I swallowed all the antidote pills I had obtained, but I didn't know if it was useful or not, so I hurriedly informed the monk while I hadn't shown symptoms yet.

The monk didn't eat much during this time, and he drank water on the ninth day, so it should be safe. But when he heard the news, his complexion immediately changed greatly, and he rushed to the waterhole to take a closer look, and couldn't help but groan: "Water nematodes... Hasn't this thing been extinct for years..."

"Is the water nematode poisonous?" Liu San'er was most concerned about his own life, and he didn't have time to care about the name of the insect and whether it was extinct or not.

The monk shook his head: "No!"

Liu San'er was relieved: "It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it!"

"But..."The monk smiled at Liu San: "This insect is more troublesome than poison!"

"Why is it more troublesome if it's not poisonous?" Liu San'er was startled and immediately raised his voice.

The monk lowered his head and picked up some water, looked at it carefully, and said: "Although this water nematode is not poisonous, it is born when it encounters water, and it reproduces quickly and only hurts mortals and qi practitioners. The foundation building monk can rely on mana to meditate for several hours to force out all the insects, but it also takes a lot of energy. Because it has long been extinct, few people know about it today. ”

"Then I'm not..."Liu San'er was speechless for a while.

The monk gloated a little: "Hehe... It takes about three days for the water worm to devour the essence and blood of the human body from the beginning of entering the human body, and the body of the Taoist monk is extraordinary, so it will take five days!"

"Five days, five days! Monk... Belch... Since you know about this water worm, you must know a thing or two about the healing method, and please look at the previous situation... That one... Save your life!" "At stake, Liu San'er can't take care of his son, and lowering his posture is a must."

The monk looked helpless and sighed: "This way of curing insects is naturally known to poor monks, but now there is a lack of medicine... It's also helpless. ”

"Then let's rush out! We have to do a fight..."What the monk said was also the truth, he was anxious about his own life, and Liu San'er couldn't care too much about it. And because of the practice of nameless sword for some days, although something is missing, but I am no longer satisfied with practicing swords against stones, I don't know when I have an urge to find a real person to try my skills.

The monk smiled and was noncommittal.

When Liu San'er saw it, he was in a hurry: "My master, you won't wait until that person collects his body five days later before setting up an ambush to kill him by surprise, right?"

"Amitabha, that's exactly what it is!" the monk smiled, but when he spoke, he was serious: "Although this move will inevitably harm the lives of Taoist friends, it is the safest and feasible." The enemy is dark and I am clear, and the person who makes the insect is very likely to go elsewhere to harm mortals, the poor monk as a person in the Buddhist sect has the obligation to kill this fang, and the Taoist friend sacrifices one person and achieves the lives of tens of millions of people, which is also a great blessing, and it will inevitably affect the descendants and grandchildren, and the wealth and nobility are three generations!"

"You... What are you talking about..."The word "egg" Liu San'er still didn't say it, he was not angry, but he also knew that the monk couldn't be guilty at the moment, and tried to control his emotions and said: "Daoist friends should know that since that person is here, he will not be without a companion, plus he can track down here, there must be other secret methods." According to Daoyou's cultivation at the fourth level of Qi cultivation now, is he really sure that he will retreat with his whole body after a single blow?"

"Well... There are always risks, but this... Isn't this opportunity also coexisting!" As soon as he talked about cultivation, the monk was embarrassed for a while, and he was a little incoherent. He coughed dryly twice, and returned to normal: "Although the poor monk's cultivation has plummeted, there is still no problem with driving the magic weapon, but the problem is... There is no suitable magic weapon available, and if the magic weapon is in hand, maybe you can fight side by side with your Taoist friends. ”

"You don't have a handle..."Liu San'er was halfway through his words, and suddenly realized! Angry teeth, he looked at the monk again, and was looking forward to it with a "you know" gaze, took a deep breath and finally admitted it, but it was really difficult to swallow a bad breath, and said word by word: "Both, yet, no, have, take advantage of, hand, law, instrument, Tao, friend, he, no, early, say!"

With that, he took out the Ice Dagger.

The monk saw the dagger and nodded, but he was not satisfied, and touched the newhand that had just grown: "The poor monk has just recovered, and the spirit stones have been used almost for healing before, and now I still need some spirit stones to prepare, just in case." ”

"How much?" also expected that since the monk would not be easy to get along with, Liu San'er was not surprised at all when he heard that he was just asking for a spirit stone. It's just that the number of spirit stones must be quite a lot, and you have to bargain.

The monk stretched out his hand and gestured his five fingers, looking like he had eaten Liu San'er.

"Fifty yuan?" Liu San'er couldn't believe it, five hundred yuan was too much, and the monk should know that he couldn't get that much from his cultivation of the third level of Qi cultivation, so it could only be fifty yuan. Although fifty spirit stones are equivalent to more than five thousand taels of silver in the mortal world, a monk who used to practice qi at the seventh level should not be able to see it.

was puzzled, but the monk nodded, but before Liu San'er had time to be happy, he said again: "Fifty yuan of first-order top grade is enough!"

"Nima, first-order high-grade, I still want it!" Liu San'er jumped out of the way, and he was also angry: "Isn't Daoist friend deliberately embarrassing me? If that's the case, it would be a waste of time to say it earlier." ”

"Hey...... The poor monk, a novice, has just grown up, so he naturally has to treat it well. The monk saw that Liu San'er was angry, and immediately lowered the price: "If there is really no first-order high-grade, and two hundred yuan of first-order middle-grade is barely enough, this should be difficult for Daoyou, right?"

"You're so calculating! The spirit stones on my body are only two or three hundred in total, and you will take most of them at once. "Two hundred first-order middle grades can naturally be taken out with Liu San'er's current net worth, and he doesn't feel very distressed. But he was scared of being knocked by the monk, so he naturally pretended to be helpless, grabbed the ice dagger in one hand and leaned into the storage bag with the other, and sighed: "That's it!"

"And the fan was also given to the poor monk. Seeing that Liu San'er wanted to take the spirit stone, the monk added casually.

Liu San'er paused, and then suddenly, the hand that was stretched into the storage bag stretched back empty, and said with a smile: "That fan is just a mundane thing, even if it is clever, it shouldn't be in the eyes of the empty Taoist, right?"

"This ...... The poor monk likes to collect some Confucian things, and by the way, he can also cultivate his sentiments, and the fan is not of great use to Taoist friends, so why not be a favor and fulfill the poor monk!" The monk was nervous for a while, and he was afraid that he couldn't even believe it.

Liu San naturally wouldn't believe that a monk who cultivates Buddhism likes Confucian gadgets. The man in white with a fan wants it, and the monk wants it, there must be something strange in it, and it should never be as simple as being able to shoot silver needles and have sharp edges. Thinking that there are no words on both sides of the fan, isn't it delicate on the fan paper......? Don't take away the rules that people love. If you really want to take it, you should give a reason for the past. ”

"That fan... If I remember correctly, the poor monk was knocked down at that time, and it was only picked up by Taoist friends first, and it stands to reason that it should also belong to the poor monk. The monk avoided the important and light, and finally changed his tone: "Besides, the poor monk drank all the wine, ate the meat, and read the books of double cultivation, so it was almost ...... That's it...... Anyway, the rules of Buddhism can't control me now, so what will happen to Taoist friends?

"Don't give it!" At this moment, Liu San finally knew the monk's true intentions, the ice dagger and the spirit stone were just a disguise, and the fan was what he really planned. But since the sore foot was caught, how could he get back a game, and said with a smile: "Unless the Taoist friend can tell the true use of the fan, and swear to the sky that what he said is true, otherwise he can't only rush out by himself, and the Taoist friend will regret it at that time." ”

"You!" the monk pointed at Liu San'er: "Aren't you afraid that I won't help you get rid of worms?"

Liu San'er's heart tightened, but he still gambled, and his face was unmoved.

......

"Well, you win. After a few breaths, the monk finally cared about the chaos and said something about the fan.