The long sword was like a smooth ribbon under the rotation of the wrist, cutting a graceful arc and disappearing from Han Zaixin's hand. Separate the crystal clear water and catch a fish swimming freely in the pool.

"Smack...... ...... "With the long sword retracted, a handful of water splashes rippled slightly on the surface of the water, and a fatty fresh fish was worn on the tip of Han Zaixin's long sword, and he held it in his hand: "I'll take you meat today, it's my usual reward for feeding you!" Han Zaixin said.

"Senior Brother Han, you don't usually feed the fish, I'll feed you for you!" Xiang Ningmei's pupils moved slightly, and she said to Han Zaixin with a smile, exposing his unashamed words.

"You little gluttonous cat, do you still want to eat fish?" Han Zaixin couldn't help but roll his eyes, this little girl loves to tear down his platform!

"Where is Uncle Lu buried? Shall we use this fish to worship?" Xiang Ning looked around, but saw no traces of the new turning, and couldn't help asking. For Lu Qingxuan, she has the impression that she is an old man who is happy every day, and he is very good to her, always squinting at the lying cow stone in front of Shoujian Peak, and setting up a reclining chair to bask in the sun.

"Shizun was buried at the foot of the mountain by me, he wants to carry this mountain on his back, and watch his disciples and grandchildren pass it on from generation to generation!" Han Zaixin was slightly depressed, although he said that the monk was not condensed about life and death, but he was not ruthless. Monks are also human beings, and they also have their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, although the master-apprentice relationship between Han Zaixin and Lu Qingxuan is only three months, it is still engraved in Han Zaixin's heart.

The Five Elements Mountain is a reward that Lu Qingxuan received after working hard for the sect all his life and making great contributions. It is considered Lu Qingxuan's private property, and now that he is immortal, as the only disciple of this Sword Guarding Peak Elder, Han Zaixin inherited this peak, and this mountain peak that has reached the Lingwu realm within ten years will be assigned to him, and if he does not meet the requirements, he will still be recycled by the sect.

"Then you have to cultivate harder, only when you reach the realm of true martial arts can you open the mountain and accept apprentices, this is the rule of the sect, for the sake of Uncle Lu's last wish, Senior Brother Han can't slack off!" Xiang Ning looked serious, looked at Han Zaixin's face that could only be called delicate, and said.

"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill my master's last wish! Moreover, I believe that day will not be too far away, guarding the Five Elements Mountain of Sword Peak will definitely leave a strong mark in the history of the Sword Sect!" Han Zaixin's eyes lit up, and a trace of colorful light flashed slightly in his eyes. Although Han Zaixin seems to be very indifferent on the surface, he is a person in his bones, and he cares about what he has, whether it is the two acres of thin fields in his own house or the mountain left by his master.

Of course, what he cares about the most is the parents who work in the fields, the master who left the mountain, and attaches importance to these things because of these people.

The bonfire was set up, not vigorous, but it also made people feel a scorching heat, on a branch, wearing the fish that Han Zaixin stabbed, the fish scales had already been removed, and the internal organs in the belly of the fish had also been discarded, only a little salt was used to make the fish flavorful, without the slightest other seasoning, it could be regarded as the original grilled fish, which was gradually cooked in Han Zaixin's hands.

"It's so fragrant!" In front of Lu Qingxuan's new grave, Xiangning girl was wearing a lake-green long dress, squatting in front of Han Zaixin's body, her hands and ten fingers crossed together, holding her cheeks, and staring at the roasted golden fish meat, revealing a greedy expression, and even some moist traces appeared on the small cherry lips.

"Alright, it's time to go!" Han Zaixin tore off a piece of fish meat, put it in a saucer, and placed it in front of Lu Qingxuan's grave: "Master, this is the fish grilled by the apprentice, let's enjoy it and eat a little! Although you always hold a shelf, saying that these things are not for cultivators to eat, and the whole grains will only make more impurities in the body, but the taste is not bad! You are dead, don't care about this!"

"Uncle Lu, you can eat a little, the rest is mine!" The little girl stretched out her hand and grabbed the big fish head, which is her favorite part, although the grilled fish head is not as delicious as the fish head soup, but compared to the spiny fish body, there is no doubt that the fish head is more suitable for this little gluttonous cat.

After eating the grilled fish, Han Zaixin and Xiangning turned to leave, and after the two of them disappeared at the end of the small loess road, a beautiful figure wearing a Taoist robe appeared in front of this small new grave: "Senior Brother Lu, I didn't expect you to go first, it should have been mine back then...... I will take care of that kid for you, as long as I have Qianxue in one day, that kid is a disciple of Sword Guarding Peak, and no one can bully him!"

As the sun set, in the face of the golden yellow sprinkled all over the ground, Han Zaixin still sent the fragrant girl away, this girl must have run out quietly, and learned of the death of her master, so she came to comfort him. This made Han Zaixin's heart warm slightly, but if her master, the Great Elder of Sword Guard, knew that she had sneaked out, he would definitely punish her. So they had to rush back before sunset, but the two little ones didn't know that the Qingli figure who was scared by them was watching them out of their sight all day.

After sending the little girl away, Han Zaixin began today's cultivation. The long sword was carried behind his back, and the scabbard was tied to his shoulder with a piece of hemp rope. As a sword sect, all the disciples of the Sword Sect use the long sword as a blade, even if they have refined their own magic weapon flying sword, they still habitually carry the long sword behind them, because the long sword accompanying the body is the sword cultivator. Even if the magic weapon flying sword is practiced into a sword pill, the characteristics that can be swallowed into the stomach and tempered with the true yuan to improve the quality are all abandoned by them.

Because this long sword is behind the back, it is the symbol of the disciples of the Sword Sect, whether it is the most ordinary outer disciple of the Sword Sect or the top master elder, all of them have the scabbard behind their backs, and at the moment of the battle, the long sword choked out of the sheath and cut through the sky. This time I am a sword cultivator.

To put it bluntly, it is to pretend to be 13, as a sword cultivator, swordsmanship must be superb, and at the same time, he must also be able to pretend to be cool and handsome, step on the flying sword, and fly with the sword. This is the most handsome flying technique, and it has been used several times in the entire cultivation world, and only this flying technique is the most sassy and eye-catching. Of course, the long sword can also be tempered with true yuan behind its back, but the efficiency is not so high.

Between demeanor and efficiency, the Sword Sect chose the former, and refining its own magic weapon in this way will also help Sword Cultivation to control its own true element, after all, the difficulty of refining the magic weapon in vitro is far beyond the ordinary refining method, which can be regarded as a gain and a loss.

The long sword is in Han Zaixin's hand, just like the extension of his arm, he is already familiar with the long sword in his hand, it can be said that this long sword is his closest partner, compared to the master Lu Qingxuan and Xiang Ning girl, it is not much worse, because only by pouring his own feelings into the sword in his hand can he give full play to his swordsmanship in battle, and send out one hundred and two percent combat effectiveness.

For a sword cultivator, the long sword is another life of oneself, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead. This is not just talking, many sword cultivators have a sword in their hands, and their combat power is much higher than that of monks of the same level, but once the long sword is lost, it will only be slaughtered.

This also caused the sword cultivator's strong thirst for the peerless sword, there is such a place in the Sword Sect, every year will be stored in countless sword weapons, and wait until a specific time to open, so that the disciples can choose their own suitable from them, and let the sword weapons choose their own masters, which is called the sword mound.

Swordsmanship is a move that exerts the sword cultivation's own combat power, and it is also a course that every sword cultivator must practice. With a sword move, you can use the strength of one part to exert ten times the power. Therefore, within the Sword Sect, it also relies on swordsmanship cultivation to determine its own level.

This point is clearly written in the admonition of the Sword Sect, the inner disciple must be a master of swordsmanship, and he can also fully exert the power of the sword technique, so that such a disciple has the qualification to challenge the inner door fish dragon way. The same swordsmanship cultivation is also divided into the first glimpse of the doorway, gradually entering the best realm, entering the hall, penetrating, reaching the peak, perfecting, superb, returning to the basics, the so-called small achievements refer to the realm of integration, and the great success is the realm of perfection, such a realm seems to be not far apart, but the efforts required are very different.

It's easy to get started with a sword technique, but after Xiao Cheng, the energy needed to go further is definitely beyond all the previous cultivations before it is possible to progress. Therefore, it is very difficult to achieve the realm of perfection, even if it is basic swordsmanship, it is definitely not something that can be achieved in a year and a half.

On top of Dacheng, there is also the transcendence of the realm of perfection, coupled with the return to the basics of the transcendent realm, which is a legendary artistic conception in the outer and inner doors, at least before yesterday, there was no sword that Han Zaixin sent out through the sky, and there was no drunken and free of the breeze before that, this is a legend.

After getting out of the transcendent realm of tricks, it is to perceive the general trend of heaven and earth, integrate it into its own swordsmanship, and become its own unique swordsmanship, which is drunk and leisurely stepped into it in half a step yesterday, but Han Zaixin is a unique way, his sword does not have the general trend of heaven and earth integrated into it, but is a peerless swordsmanship that goes against the trend, dare to ask Cangtian, how to become an immortal, this is the question issued by the absolute existence of the Sword Sect at the beginning. He is also the representative of the monks in the strongest sequence of the Sword Sect's peak period. This sword has no recognition of heaven and earth, no bonus of the general trend, and some are just enthusiastic and endless exploration of the road ahead.

Therefore, Han Zaixin cultivated at this time, and the long sword turned into a finger twisting softness, turned into a hundred refined refined steel, and turned into this mountain, this water, and this piece of heaven and earth, but it did not have the slightest momentum to attract the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth. Because yesterday's sword destined him to embark on another path, a rugged road full of thorns, washed with blood and bones, and every step was a mark left after the endless sea of blood dried up.

On this road, countless predecessors and ancestors fell halfway down the road, and no one knew where this road leads, because only by going on, only by facing the great fear between life and death, and the dark future like a bottomless pit that swallows everything. There is no one to learn from, because everyone is facing a different situation, and no one can refer to them, because they are not you, and only by following the decisions made in your own heart can you go further on this road.

Han Zaixin took the first step, and it was also the most difficult one, he wrote his name on the roster of the heavens, and from then on he was no longer mediocre, but like the rising sun, although it was rising, it was radiant, and no one could block it.