Yue Buqun sneered: "You claim to be a master, but you always do this kind of deceitful deeds, and you are still a martial artist! What are you running? I heard Shi Yi say that you are not guilty of a capital crime, so obediently follow me to bow down and confess your guilt, so as not to make even more irreparable mistakes!"

Master Xiaoyao's face was full of cold sweat, and he asked in horror: "Senior, I don't think you are like a fast catcher, the junior has never offended you, and you don't even know each other, so why should you meddle with things?"

Yue Buqun shouted: "I don't care about your leisure time, it's not up to me to decide, but up to you." When you were out there to swagger and deceive, didn't you think that you would offend any high-ranking person? Then admit the punishment. ”

Master Xiaoyao chuckled in his heart, and secretly shouted bad luck. After he escaped from the Pure Heaven Sect, he had done a lot of things about abduction and deception, but the targets of the attack were very attentive, and they were all familiar with it in advance and did a tentative investigation, one is to find out what he can deceive. The second is to make sure that those people don't have too deep a background so that they don't offend people who can't be offended. But he paid attention to ordinary people, but he never expected to meet a nosy master today inexplicably, and luck came home.

At this time, his face regained his composure, and he arched his hand and said, "Senior, forgive me for not knowing Mount Tai with my eyes." I don't know when I offended you. I would like to sincerely apologize, you can do whatever you want me to do for you!"

Yue Buqun shook his head: "You still don't understand, I didn't arrest you because you offended me・・・・・・ what are you doing!"

Before Yue Buqun could speak, the qi of the five internal organs suddenly had a tendency to be disordered. If it were an ordinary person, it would be immediately full of emotions and desires, and he might faint on the spot. If you change to an ordinary martial arts person, you will at least feel an instant trance.

This Master Xiaoyao's cultivation of the Soul Dementorship Dafa is not shallow, and at the moment of crisis, the soul dementorship technique that consumes a large amount of True Qi and uses all his strength, even if the martial arts are several times higher than his, the reaction will be momentarily sluggish. Since the other party refused to let him go, he had no choice but to fight with all his might, as long as there was a few seconds of opportunity for him to slip into a crowded place, he would have a way to successfully escape.

However, Yue Buqun had already mastered the method of returning the five internal organs and five qi by reversing the Dafa of Soul Dementoring, and although Master Xiaoyao almost shook Yue Buqun's mind this time, he did not succeed after all.

Yue Buqun looked coldly at Master Xiaoyao who was escaping over the wall, and wanted to urge his true qi to stop him from escaping. But before the true qi was running, he was suddenly stunned, and two long-forgotten words came out of his mouth: "Zhongze・・・・・・"

It turned out that although Master Xiaoyao did not shake Yue Buqun's mind this time, he inadvertently stimulated Yue Buqun's potential memory and reminded him of his wife Ning Zhongze.

At the moment when he recalled his wife, Yue Buqun's heart was so stunned that he could no longer maintain his concentration, and tears and snot actually flowed out of his eyes and nose, like a child, not caring about his image at all.

At this time, he couldn't care about the master of Xiaoyao anymore, and hurriedly ran to his residence, constantly muttering: "Sword... ”

・・・・・・

Yue Buqun, who was sitting on the bed, had a strange handprint, his left hand was placed on his left leg, his palm was open, and the sword given to him by the old man was held in the palm of his hand, and his middle finger and ring finger were slightly raised. It forms an arc with the palm of the hand, and the back of the right hand is naturally placed on the right knee, the palm is tilted forward, the tips of the index finger and thumb are gently pinched together, and the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger are spread out in turn like petals.

-- This is a method of "contemplating the sword" recorded in the innate exercises, and if you practice this method, you will be able to achieve the state of unity with the sword over time.

Yue Buqun sat there quietly, the world seemed to disappear, and he seemed to have become a piece of iron ore, and iron ore had no facial features, quietly hidden in the rocks. Naturally, you can't feel the world. Then, in the next moment, the world appeared again. Because iron ore also has a mind, that is Yue Buqun's mind. Yue Buqun seemed to see a scene in the sword: he sat quietly in the mountains, feeling the changes of the cycle of the sun and the moon, the movement of the mountains and the erosion of wind and rain, but no matter how the world changed, there was a fragrant and elegant breath around him—this was Ning Zhongze's breath.

Yue Buqun didn't care about anything else, he felt Ning Zhongze's breath comfortably in the sword, and his mood was very happy. However, suddenly, Yue Buqun was suddenly moved by the relentless breath of time, and the surrounding scene changed suddenly, thunder and flash floods broke out, and the rock where the iron ore was located fell from the cliff and fell to pieces!

Yue Buqun suddenly left in the dark, panting loudly with his mouth open, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. The feeling of the rock falling off the cliff in the torrent just now and falling to pieces is real, just like he himself was also shattered, this kind of concentration is terrible!

This is the test after the initial entry path of cultivating the method of "watching the sword", experiencing the breath of the years in the sword, and slowly adapting to him, in order to unite the sword. But what Yue Buqun was paying attention to now was not this, he didn't want to pay attention to the breath of the years at all, because he only wanted to feel the breath of Ning Zhongze in the sword.

said that the sword that the old man gave him was actually not Yue Buqun's thing, it was actually Ning Zhongze's matching sword. After thinking of Ning Zhongze, Yue Buqun was extremely sad, and suddenly remembered this sword, so he hurriedly ran home to get the sword, wanting to see things and think about people. As for the method of "watching the sword", although Yue Buqun had seen it before, it was not something he deliberately wanted to practice. He originally focused all his attention on the sword, wanting to feel Ning Zhongze's breath, but he inadvertently triggered this state of "sword viewing".

In the darkness, Yue Buqun adjusted his breathing to calm his mind, did not give up, and entered the state of concentration again. Sensing Ning Zhongze's breath with all his strength, he was constantly attracted by the breath of the years, falling from the high cliff, shattering his bones, and being washed by the torrent, constantly rolling down, sometimes bumping into the rocks, sometimes rolling in the torrent.

This tumbling down is a long process, staying in the cracks of the rocks, walking among the rapids, and spending hundreds of years quietly in a river valley. The valley gradually dried up and turned into a Gobi, and many years later a heavy rain turned the Gobi into a swamp. The mud in the swamp was washed away, discovered, and sent to the swordsmith to be tempered.

Theoretically, he was just an image imprinted in his mind, and what he saw was just an illusion of the iron ore refracted into his mind, but it really drained his energy, and he was so tired that he could barely lift his arms.

Finally, after leaving the state for the third time, Yue Buqun couldn't bear it, his eyes were dark, his body was loose and he lay on the bed, and he didn't wake up until noon the next day. Looking at the iron sword placed next to the pillow, it was still lying there quietly, but it added a bit of elegance, and there seemed to be Yue Buqun's own breath in the sword.