Directly north of Tianshu Peak are rolling barren mountains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAny mountain here can be called a side peak, but because of the thin aura, it has always been rarely inhabited.

However, since May of this year, next to a waterfall in this barren mountain, a ten-year-old boy has lived.

He practiced basic swordsmanship here day and night, stopped to meditate and practice when he was tired, and after resting, he continued to practice swordsmanship.

The young man used a homemade wooden sword, and when the long sword danced, there were peach blossom phantoms floating in the sword light.

He is naturally Chu Wuyan.

Since the day he received the battle letter, Chu Wuyan began to practice swordsmanship day and night.

In order to better find the ethereal sword intent, he deliberately chose this mountain wilderness away from people.

Here, he is accompanied by the sound of flowing water every day, opposite to the rising sun and sunset, and close to the moonlight.

All his energy was invested in the sword, Chu Wuyan had no distractions, and his mind was calm.

Today is the first day of June.

At sunrise, the boy holds a wooden sword in his hand and practices basic swordsmanship in front of the waterfall.

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking......

The basic sword style is also such eighteen styles, which is the basis of all sword techniques.

He swung his sword again and again, striving to make every movement calm and precise. Even if the sweat has already soaked through the clothes, even if the exhaustion has already penetrated the bones.

If he made up his mind to do something, Chu Wuyan would definitely try his best to do his best. God rewards hard work, after paying everything, no matter success or failure, dare to call yourself a hero!

To some extent, he is even enjoying the steadfastness and concentration that emerges from the bottom of his heart when he does one thing wholeheartedly.

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking......

Sword after sword was swung steadily.

Mountain springs poured down from his side, and the mountain breeze blew across the hills.

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking......

There is a mysterious rhythm that rises and falls with the wooden sword, and one move and one style suddenly comes to life.

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking......

The falling leaves are silent, and the forest sea is surging.

Light, elegant, and calm!

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking......

The sound of the wind stuns the sword intent, and the spring rhyme washes the soul.

That's how it feels!

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves!

The moves in Chu Wuyan's hands changed, and they were no longer basic sword styles, but the nine moves in the "Fallen Leaf Sword Technique".

Those moves had already been imprinted in the sea of knowledge, and they naturally unfolded at this time.

An impulse surged up from the heart to the tip of the sword, like a carving knife falling on the wood, delineating and circling like a cloud.

Thousands of mountains are dyed green, thousands of pines are singing, and the forest and sea are surging!

Ten thousand trees are frosty, the forests are dyed, and the leaves are raining!

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, thousands of leaves and flying flowers, Xiao Xiao Tianya!

One move after another, one after another.

With the spirit of Kurong Vientiane, realize the sword intent of Wierong Vientiane!

The sword style is like the water of a river, and the waves are surging endlessly.

Sunrise, sunset.

The moon rises and the moon sets.

At dawn on the second day, Chu Wuyan finally stopped.

He fell limply on the grass, and his eyes saw the morning star that was about to disappear in the sky.

Soon, dawn broke in the east, and the morning sun climbed up from the side of the mountain.

The red early sun gently sprinkled on the body.

Chu Wuyan just lay on the grass until noon, when Fang Jue regained some strength, sat up, and took a pill of Bigu Dan.

The clothes on my body are sticky, and I don't know how many times I got wet yesterday.

"It's hard work, but for this moment, all the effort is worth it!" he smiled faintly and said to himself in his heart. He hadn't seen anyone for a month, he hadn't spoken to anyone, and he had developed the habit of talking to himself.

Not all people who are new to the path of immortality can endure years of loneliness. But for some people, it's easier to get used to loneliness than to be boisterous. Chu Wuyan is undoubtedly one of them.

Sitting cross-legged, quietly practicing the mental method for a while, after the wood spiritual power melted the exhaustion in his body little by little, Chu Wuyan stood up, went to take a cold shower under the waterfall, changed into another set of clothes in the storage bag, held the wooden sword in his hand, got up and walked towards the disciple's residence.

"Ah Yan, are you back?" Chu Feng happened to be standing in the courtyard, raised his eyes and said in surprise: "You have also entered the second layer of the Micro Realm?"

"Thank you!" Chu Wuyan smiled faintly and asked, "What about Chu Lian, is she still in retreat?"

"Yes!" Chu Feng glanced at Chu Lian's closed door worriedly, and said, "Xiaolian's qualifications are poor, so she may have to stay at the outer door." ”

Chu Wuyan nodded and said with relief: "Even if it is in the outer gate, there is a chance to go further." ”

"I understand!" Chu Feng bowed his head, and when he saw the long sword in Chu Wuyan's hand, he asked, "Ah Yan, have you chosen a swordsmanship?"

"Yes!" Chu Feng explained, "We may have been put on the bounty list of the Feather Alliance! Not long ago, I received a battle letter. Oh, and the person behind the Feather Alliance may be Xie Lang, who has issued a bounty for anyone who can beat us in the challenge. I think that when the March period passes, there will definitely be no fewer people who come to the door to write war letters!"

"Is there such a thing? Xie Lang Changzun's move is probably to completely wear out our fighting spirit through countless defeats, and then destroy our Dao heart and immortal path, right?" Chu Feng quickly guessed Xie Lang's abacus, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said fearlessly: "Then it's okay! The sect is not allowed to harm people's lives in the competition, the big deal is to lose a few more games." Only after a hundred refinements can we become a soldier, and only after a hundred battles can we become kings, we should have experienced it!"

"That's right!" Chu Wuyan also showed a slightly sharp smile. Xie Lang's purpose is also well known to him, in addition to destroying their Dao heart, there is probably the meaning of Liwei in it. This is a conspiracy above board.

"In this way, it's best for us to suppress our cultivation for the time being, and not rush to improve. According to the regulations in the sect, the realm of cultivation in the challenge cannot differ by more than one level. It is more beneficial for us to lower our cultivation and improve our strength. "Although Chu Feng has a sharp spirit, he is not a person who blindly does things.

"Hmm!" Chu Wuyan raised the sword in his hand, "It is precisely because of this that the junior brother went to the library to choose a sword cultivation technique." ”

"In that case, I should also pick a technique!" Chu Feng said.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw the vigorous fighting spirit in each other's eyes: to deal with the conspiracy, you can use tricks and calculations, and the best way to deal with the yang conspiracy is to take the move head-on and crush the past with extraordinary strength.

Chu Feng is not a person who likes to drag mud and water, so he turned around and walked towards the library building, while Chu Wuyan went directly back to his room, put down the wooden sword, and slept peacefully until the dawn of the next day.

A good night's sleep is a great relaxation for both body and mind. After Chu Wuyan got up refreshed, he didn't see Chu Feng. He groaned slightly, ran back to the waterfall, and continued to practice his sword.

At this time, he could slow down the pace of his cultivation, so that this sword technique also incorporated a sense of calm and elegance.

Life is calm, death is also calm!

Spring is calm, autumn is also calm!

If it was three days later, Chu Wuyan consciously mastered the essence of this sword technique for three or two points, so he left the mountain and turned around and walked towards Tianshu Peak.

In spring, the mountains are full of vigor, and the wind is filled with the fragrance of plants and trees.

However, after walking for more than a hundred steps, when passing a cliff called "A Line of Heaven", Chu Wuyan suddenly stood still.

I saw that directly in front of me, a one-foot-long white-spotted tiger jumped out of nowhere, and stopped majestically in front of it.

"It's actually a demon beast in the late first order?"

Chu Wuyan gasped. The demon beasts in the late stage of the first order are equivalent to the monks in the late stage of the micro stage, and their strength is far superior to their own.

However, in the mountain gate of Tianji Pavilion, how could there be demon beasts?

After living in the mountains for a month, the animals that Chu Wuyan saw were just foxes and rabbits that had not cultivated, and they would not pose a threat to him at all.

Where did this white-spotted tiger come from?

Chu Wuyan's heart was cold. If it weren't for the Tianji Pavilion's negligence, it would be someone who deliberately set the tiger to hurt people!

The chaotic thoughts soon had to be forcefully suppressed, the white-spotted tiger roared, and the two front paws pressed on the ground, and a pair of beast pupils clearly reflected Chu Wuyan's emaciated figure.