The Sword Pavilion is nine zhang high, from bottom to top, it belongs to nine times, each of which is guarded by countless Taoist laws, which stores all the Taoist sword techniques of Shu Mountain, which is the foundation of Shu Mountain, and it is also the basis of thousands of years of inheritance, therefore, there are nine elders guarding this nine-fold sword pavilion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Knock"

Wei Jing's thin and tall figure slowly stepped into the Sword Pavilion, and the next moment, the door behind him slammed shut.

The first floor is very spacious, and there are bookshelves in it, which are full of some martial arts and shallow swordsmanship moves, for these things, Wei Jing disdains them, and without looking at them, he turns around and continues to walk towards the second floor.

He was only interested in the top swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword Sect, and as for the others, they couldn't enter his magic eyes yet.

When he was still in the world of Liaozhai, he had seen too many kendo masters, and he had seen a few unfathomable swordsmanship, and those ordinary goods could create a set at hand, and it had no effect on him at all.

The higher you go, the narrower the space becomes, and the sword tricks placed on the table also begin to decrease, correspondingly, their level is getting higher and higher, even if they are placed in the rivers and lakes, they are also rare treasures that everyone is fighting for.

However, Wei Jing's pace did not stop, and these first-class sword techniques could not attract his attention at all.

His footsteps kept walking towards it until he disappeared to the end of the eighth layer.

"This kid is so ambitious, I don't know what Dao Yi thinks, so let him go to the ninth layer. ”

After Wei Jing entered the ninth floor, a white-bearded Taoist priest suddenly appeared at the entrance of the eighth floor, glanced at the passage lightly, and said with a slight dissatisfaction, and then in the blink of an eye, this Taoist priest disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

The ninth floor is different from the other floors, only three zhang in size, and the walls are made of solid rock, engraved with dense runes, and the streamer flashes to give people an indestructible feeling.

In the middle, there is a stone platform about the size of a zhang, square, on which are placed seven boxes made of dark iron, each of which is only one foot in size, and the whole body is pitch black.

Wei Jing's gaze fell on the iron box, which should be the most profound sword technique in Shu Mountain.

When he came to the edge of the first box, he could clearly see that there were three big characters written on it, "Imperial Sword Technique", silver hook and iron painting, and the sword aura was compelling.

In the past, he had also seen the style of the sword immortal in the Liaozhai world, whether it was Yan Chixia, or the master of the Xuanxin Sect, the master of the Sword Sect, each of them had reached the peak of the sword path, with infinite combat power and unparalleled power, but I don't know what this Shushan sword trick is, and it won't be bad if you think about it.

"Qiang"

An invisible sword qi wrapped around the iron box, shaking the long sword on his waist and trembling, and the edge pierced his heart.

This is also a test, if you can't even break this sword qi, you are not qualified to peek into this sword technique.

If it was someone else, it might still feel tricky, but in front of Wei Jing, this sword qi seemed too fragile, and with a wave of his hand, it was annihilated, and a simple Dao book suddenly appeared in front of him.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took out the Edgeworth Technique and put it in his hand to look at it carefully.

"The sword is a soldier, the man is a god, the art of the sword, it needs to be the sword of the air, and then the sword of the god, in the heart of the sword, where the heart goes, where the sword reaches............"

There are only a few hundred words, one word and one rhyme, all of which show the edge of the sword, and it took him a full hour to read the entire sword recipe.

"It is worthy of being the reliance of Shushan in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is indeed profound. "Even with respectful vision, you can only understand one or two of them, and the rest can only be slowly figured out.

He was not greedy either, and after putting the sword trick in the iron box, he turned around and left the ninth floor, and he didn't open any of the contents of the other boxes.

Cultivation pays attention to refinement rather than more, and he understood the truth that he can't chew too much if he is greedy for more.

It's just that this sword technique is enough for him to cultivate for a long time, so why waste his energy on other things.

"Bang Dang"

The huge stone door closed again, and the Sword Pavilion fell silent without a sound.

On the path paved with cyan stone slabs, a thin figure greeted the sunset, with a trace of indelible sorrow, and slowly disappeared into the distance.

When night fell, the crescent moon hung high, even in March, but the mountain wind at night was still biting cold, and the disciples patrolling outside couldn't help but tighten their clothes, and then walked quickly towards the pavilion.

The lights are bright, the moon is white, sprinkled on this boundless land, except for the birds and beasts that are not, there is no sound to be heard.

Shushan Qijun, the first in the sky.

This sentence is used to describe the Tongtian Peak of Shu Mountain, just like its name, it leads to the sky, and it is the first peak of Shu Mountain, located behind the Shu Mountain Sword School.

A sharp sword pointed straight at the sky, and even the smoke clouds in the middle of the air were just floating on the mountainside, surrounded by thousands of cliffs, and if you didn't pay attention to it, you would die without a place to be buried.

Therefore, there are few disciples of Shushan who come here, and even here, even the most good at climbing spirit monkeys can not see one, which shows the danger of Tongtian Peak.

However, in such a place where no one cared, there was a thin figure sitting on the top of the mountain.

The moonlight reflected his face, and the sword eyebrows and starry eyes were undoubtedly respectful.

The violent mountain wind whistled past his ears, rolling up the rubble, and a vigorous force kept hitting his body, but he was like that rock, firmly fixed to the earth, let the wind rage, but he did not move.

If someone is there, they can see that Wei Jing's body has been wrapped in a layer of white ice, and a trace of terrifying cold qi hovers around him, condensing but not hairing, gathering but not dispersing, not only that, but the aura between heaven and earth is also frantically surging towards him, and then it is refined in the blink of an eye.

In his body, two completely different exercises were operating at the same time, one was Bing Xuanjin, and the other was the unique exercise of Shushan.

In this life, he wants to be a fellow practitioner of Taoism, and only by standing at the pinnacle of this heaven and earth can he break the space and return to the world of Liaozhai again.

The night was late, the moon was cold, and the wind was still blowing.

Wei Jing's eyes opened suddenly, and a burst of energy exploded, shaking away the Xuan Ice and Spiritual Qi around him.

"Sonorous"

The three-foot long sword at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, transforming into a sword shadow, tearing through the wind and smashing the rocks.

The mind and key to the sword trick came to his mind, and between the swings of the long sword, a bleak light rolled up, reflecting the ground in a white light.

The figure jumped, the figure appeared, and the violent roar came out from time to time, but it was carried away by the mountain wind.

However, in an inconspicuous corner, a man was secretly watching him.

There was a little relief in his eyes, and there was a hint of pride.

From this night on, the disciples of Shushan rarely saw Wei Jing, the little junior brother, and only saw it when they were eating, and even had time when they couldn't see it once in three or two days.

Some disciples were afraid that something would happen to him, so they went to ask the head of the sect, but Daoyi didn't say anything, and over time, everyone got used to it.

And Wei Jing's figure in Shushan is becoming more and more rare, and even many new disciples have only heard of such a talented senior brother, but they have never seen a real person.

However, on that towering peak of Babel, there is always a person on it, whether it is day or night, but no one knows all this.

Wei Jing fell into penance like this, and every day in addition to cultivating in Tongtian Peak, he went to the Sword Pavilion to figure out the exercises, and many seniors left their cultivation experience, these are the things he needs.

Time passed day by day, and Wei Jing's body was also growing in cultivation, coupled with the cultivation of martial arts, so he grew up very fast, but at the age of twelve, he was no different from an adult.

In two years, his martial arts cultivation has successfully broken through to the Earth Transformation Realm, and the Dao Law has also reached the realm of refining gods and reversing voids, and his strength has skyrocketed I don't know how much.

The most important thing is that his sword technique has also been cultivated to the point of Xiaocheng, and he can start to cultivate other swordsmanship in Shu Mountain.

Finally, after a lapse of two years, Wei Jing once again came to the ninth level of the Sword Pavilion, and this time he chose the second box.

The white-haired old Dao still didn't come out to stop him, letting him in and out, this was Dao Yi's explanation, even if he was an elder, he didn't dare to object.

The sun rises and the moon sets, day and night alternate, time passes, and everything passes inadvertently.