"Haha...... Idiot, cultivation is not as simple as you think? With your straightforward sword moves, how can it be rare to live as a teacher?" Lu Qingxuan laughed. But no one saw it, his heart was slightly wet in the back, this time he had to use the True Yuan Technique to change his shape, and directly moved his body from the left to the right, which broke the Xuanyan rain in this kid's "Xuanji Three Swallows".

"Now, your swordsmanship can be regarded as entering the hall, the primary swordsmanship is no longer of much effect on you, it's time to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose an exclusive technique for cultivating the internal strength of the true element!

He threw the branch in his hand casually, and in mid-air, the branch on this thousand-year-old tree was directly painted with powder. Lu Qingxuan turned to leave, and the moment he turned around, the sweat marks behind him had been dried by Zhenyuan.

"Master, can I really choose the exercises?" Han Zaixin became excited, he had only practiced the initial shallow breathing technique since he started, and he felt that his true qi cultivation was extremely slow, and it was already unbearable, but the master's order was difficult to disobey, so he could only envy in his heart. Now that he could choose the exercises, he couldn't wait to go now, but looking at the few stars in the sky, he could only go back to his small wooden house and wait for the next day.

This night, Han Zai had insomnia, and he was even more excited than the night he came out of the Five Elements Forbidden Land, because although the Five Elements Forbidden Land gave him the opportunity to be reborn and become a strong man, it was sudden, and it just made him feel shocked for a while, but this choice of exercise was something he had been dreaming of for the past six years, so the sense of expectation was completely different. After tossing and turning and unable to sleep, Han Zaixin got up and put on the clothes brought by his master Lu Qingxuan, and then walked out of the cabin and practiced his sword under the starry sky.

With the long sword in his hand, it was like a flexible spirit snake, and every thrust was as fast as a spirit snake pounced. The snow-bright sword light refracted the faint starlight in the darkness, like a match, turning into a series of silver glittering paintings in front of Han Zaixin's body. With the sword light as the ink and the dark night as the cloth, he painted a kendo painting of his own. Countless sword moves he had seen and practiced were all in his hands.

It's like an antelope hanging its horns, and it's like a whimsy. From the most familiar "Taiyue Eight Swords", one move and one style is like a standard illustration in a textbook, each sword is exactly the same, and gradually the sword light is like water, covering the night in front of him. Han Zaixin practiced to rise, and the whole person rose up, like an unrestrained swift, breaking through the air with a long sword in mid-air, and let out a scream.

The jade rabbit gradually fell down the western mountain, and in the eastern sky, a golden light sprinkled, and the golden crow poked its head out of the clouds, shining the first ray of golden sunlight. When this light shone on the young man standing on the top of the mountain, an indescribable mysterious power separated from the sunlight, and a faint purple gas that was almost invisible to the naked eye directly rushed into the young man's body.

Han Zaixin stood unconsciously on the top of the mountain, a sky-blue robe fluttering in the morning breeze, his long hair fluttering behind his head, accompanied by the hunting clothes, like a peerless divine sword, emitting a divine light that was difficult to look at. The long sword was held in his hand, and it had already been returned to the sheath, but at this time, there was a choked sword roar, bursting out of thin air, and it was three inches out of the sheath. At this time, Han Zaixin's mind once again appeared in the picture that appeared when he condensed the five elements yesterday, it seemed to be a continuation of yesterday's picture, countless sword moves were constantly split in his mind, and then combined at will, the sword moves were more and more, and gradually Han Zaixin didn't know how many moves appeared in his mind, each move had its own qi, and there seemed to be a faint mystery hidden in it.

"Huh" let out a long sigh ......of relief, Han Zaixin opened his eyes, two purple rays of light flashed in the depths of his pupils, he didn't even notice it in the slightest, but he felt refreshed, it seemed that the swordsmanship he had practiced all night last night actually didn't make him feel the slightest tiredness.

"It's time to go to the Scripture Pavilion!Exercises, hehe......" Han Zai laughed innocently, this was a dream that he had been thinking about for several years.

Green mountains and green waters, countless dense grass and trees, at the foot of the mountain a path spiraling obliquely, seems to lead to the endless depths of the mountain forest. Han Zaixin said at the foot of the mountain to take off the sword he carried with him, and then placed it on the sword stone on the side, there are still a few long swords here, and it seems that there are a few people who came earlier than him. The sword solving stone in the Sword Sect can only be found in specific places: in front of the mountain gate, where visitors to the Sword Sect have to hand over their swords, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where the disciples of the sect go in to select exercises and swordsmanship, and there is the ancestral temple of the sect. In the Sword Sect, there are only three places where there are sword solving stones, and the rest of the places do not have to hand over the blade. Because the disciples of the Sword Sect have all their abilities on the sword, and they hand over their swords, that is, they have handed over their life and death partners, which is absolutely impossible.

Circling up, Han Zaixin admired the surrounding scenery all the way, although he was already impatient in his heart, but he also knew that his current state was not suitable for choosing the first exercise in his life, and impatience would make it difficult for him to choose the most suitable exercise for himself. So along the way, he is also constantly adjusting his state and making himself calm.

With rhythmic deep breathing, Han Zaixin's heart lake became calm, pressing all the ripples, and a heart was like a deep pool, becoming clear and even profound. There was no eagerness in the eyes, but a coldness. This is a method that Han Zaixin comprehended on his own just now, not something extraordinary, but he just felt that he needed to calm down, so he subconsciously activated the true yuan in his body, and after absorbing the trace of heaven and earth vitality around him, he found that there was a cold breath in it, which made him a spirit in an instant, and the restlessness in his heart also cooled down at this moment. Suddenly he knew what he needed, and quickly activated his true yuan, and then deliberately absorbed the cold aura around him. Suddenly, he felt that his whole world had become different, and it was all cool.

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall!" Somehow, these two sentences flashed in Han Zaixin's heart, and then he walked up the mountain road step by step, turned a few peaks, and finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

A quaint attic stands between the green mountains and green waters, it seems that the vermilion lacquer door is a little mottled, at this time it is also closed, a clear mountain spring flows slowly from the attic door, the attic is not high, only three floors, but it looks quaint, and the surrounding mountains and forests are like a whole, the whole attic is covered with a piece of glazed tiles, reflecting the brilliance of the early morning, the surrounding trees are bathed in the sun, it seems extraordinarily quiet, only the sound of flowing water murmuring.

"Senior Brother Han is very early!" Han Zaixin came to the attic, and a young man bowed his hand and stepped forward to greet him.

"Hmm...... Is it Senior Brother Huang! Senior Brother Huang also came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select exercises?" Han Zaixin returned the salute, and then asked rhetorically.

"It's not a fluke in the promotion of the inner door two days ago, so here it is!" The young man was dressed in a cyan robe, looking polite, this young man is a very famous one among the outer disciples, and he has been among the top three figures in the last two years, named Huang Wenkai, although he has only been in the Sword Sect for three years, but he has already practiced the chaotic cloud sword with a hand, but there are a number of inner disciples, and when he has hope to impact, he ran into Han Zaixin, so the two competed for a place in the final finals, and finally lost in the hands of Han Zaixin after a hundred moves. The two did not have a grudge because of this, but seemed to pity each other. Han Zaixin knew why he could win at that time, so he was very friendly to this talented junior brother, and Huang Wenkai also admired Han Zaixin.

"Senior brother is here to choose a sword practice?" Huang Wenkai asked.

"Haha...... Speaking of which, Senior Uncle Lu Qingxuan can be regarded as a strict teacher, and he has not let his junior brother come to choose his mental method for half a year, he must have cast an incomparably solid foundation for his junior brother! Here I congratulate my brother first, my junior brother's merits are complete, and I can finally choose my own exercises, this is the treatment that only inner disciples have, and only this time, I hope you don't get dazzled!" A sturdy young man spoke up at this time.

"Senior Brother Han hasn't chosen the exercises yet?" ......Huang Wenkai looked incredible, he seemed to be the first thing he did as an inner disciple to choose his own exercises, and with the outer disciple's breathing and breathing technique, he couldn't make himself stronger. But in the blink of an eye, a look of admiration emerged from the bottom of his eyes.

"Let's go, open the door!" At this moment, the door of the Scripture Pavilion opened automatically when the first rays of sunlight hit the plaque on the gate!

Han Zaixin gently lifted his clothes, then walked behind the sturdy young man, and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where he also has his own unspoken rules, that is, among the inner disciples, the top of the ranks are in the front, and the back is in the back. Although Han Zaixin has been in the inner gate for nearly half a year, he has never challenged the inner disciple's combat power ranking, so he has always fallen behind, except for the new inner disciple Huang Wenkai, he is the lowest inner disciple. So he walked in the penultimate place among the few people in front of the door at this time.

The vermilion lacquer gate has long been mottled, but the Sword Sect has never repaired this building, and even when Han Zaixin came to the door, he could see that there were traces of this knife and axe on the gate, which made his heart move slightly: The Sword Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion can be said to be the most important place in the sect, and there will be such traces, among which there must be an unknown past!

It's just that at this time, Han Zaixin is not qualified to know all this, he is just a small inner disciple.