Chapter 110: The Beginning of the Sword Momentum

The strong wind came like a knife, but Mu Hao was facing each other, not moving, and the whole person, a sword was horizontal in front of him, like a statue standing forever. Immediately, a sword was drawn, which seemed to be unremarkable, but it was steady, not affected by the strong wind at all, as if the sword came out of the gap in the wind.

Mu Hao practiced the sword with his eyes closed, it was not a sword move in any magic technique, every move was very ordinary and slow, and the sword qi seemed to pass by from the sword from the hand. He himself, not even aware at all, of what kind of move he used to draw his own sword, just following an instinct.

Today is the morning of the seventh day of Mu Hao's thoughts. "What is the meaning, the question, jumped into the mind again. Tao, formless, phaseless, colorless, tasteless, boundless, pervasive, ubiquitous. On that day, I comprehended the artistic conception of fire because of the method of sword intent, and entered an epiphany because of the coercion of spiritual energy in the Valley of Beasts, and stepped into the realm of sword power in half a step. Today, after thinking about the cliff and thinking about the seventh day, facing the strong wind, watching the traces left on the mountain wall of your predecessors, I finally realized that I formed my own sword momentum. ”

Mu Hao's sword speed gradually increased, and Jin Yan's sword was more like being wrapped in a faint layer of airflow, and countless winds blew from the side. But not only did it not block the sword, it seemed that the speed of the sword increased again, like a fish in water like an eagle soaring in the sky.

Mu Hao only felt that he seemed to be integrated into this piece of the world, no matter what it was, he was under his control, dancing with the wind, his steps off the ground, like swinging willows, swaying on the cliff of Siguo, wanting to fly into the sky, and the afterimages were heavy.

I don't know how long it has been, but Mu Hao landed soberly and put his sword into the sheath. The strong wind like a knife also weakened at this time, turning into a strong wind, but it had no effect on Mu Hao.

Time flies, the sunset is in the western mountains, the sunset is in the sky, Ling Xue came to Siguo Cliff again: "Senior Brother Mu Hao, your seven-day punishment period has arrived, it's time to go down." ”。 Hearing this, Mu Hao nodded, and volleyed out of the cliff. The mysterious woman said that in a few days, she would come and get the treasure box back, but four days had passed, and Mu Hao could not wait for her here for the rest of her life.

"I believe that with that woman's supernatural powers, it will be easy to find me. Muttering in a low voice, Mu Hao returned to his residence. "Senior Brother Mu Hao, you're back. Gui Wei's voice came from the kitchen. "Well, you're busy first. After Mu Hao replied, he went up to the second floor and returned to his room.

When Mu Hao was sitting cross-legged in the room practicing, he was in a room in Qianyang Peak. Shen Luo, who was dressed in a pale yellow robe, said to Wu Zhen who was kneeling in front of him: "Wu Zhen, you really don't want to take this 'Body Continuation Pill'. ”

"Master, there is no such person as Wu Zhen in the world, only Wu Arm. I should emulate the ancestor Heavenly Spirit True Person, and shock the entire cultivation realm with one arm and one sword. Although my Wu arm is now weak, one day he will surpass my ancestors and shock the heavens and all worlds. When he said this, Wu Zhen's face no longer saw the gloom and depth it had before, but was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge.

"Okay, men should be sharp. Since ancient times, there have been many heroes and martyrs, and men should be self-reliant. The pennant exhibition is million, and the edge is more than heaven. Although you were extremely forbearant before, there were always flaws in your Dao heart. On the way to cultivating immortals, you should be bold and careful, and fearless. This is the one-armed swordsmanship created by the founder of the mountain, you can take it. I believe that with your qualifications, you can realize by yourself that although you are my Shen Luo's apprentice, I will not teach you anything, everything depends on myself. After speaking, Shen Luo put a three-finger-thick book in front of Wu Arm, and slowly withdrew from the attic under Wu Arm's gaze.

"There is no Wu Zhen in the world, but the name of Wu Arm will eventually shine in all worlds. Shen Jing, Mu Hao, Wu Arm. With a loud laugh, Shen Luo fled and walked into the distance.

"Fellow Daoists. The two-year period has passed, and it is time for each sect to select disciples to participate in the 'Fa Cultivation Conference', and a month later, it will be time for me and the Ten Thousand Daoists of the Chixu Palace to escort the disciples of the Qianguo to the 'Min Capital', so you all go back and prepare." ”

This year, the quota allocated by the Qianyang Sect is twenty, and the ten internal candidates sent by the Qianyang Sect are the top eight on the Qianyang list, Shen Jing, Su Ming, Lei Tiankun, Wu Zhen, Ma Yang, Feng Kai, Ya Wuliang, Mu Yi, plus Mu Hao and Wang Ling'er, and the other ten candidates are selected through the sect competition. Hearing that this was an order from the Council of Elders, when Mu Hao heard this order, he also sighed that time passed quickly.

"Grandpa once told me that before going to 'Mindu', I want to go back to the family!" Mu Hao muttered.

It was still the darkness before dawn, and the deep cold was worse than ever, and the grass and trees behind the stones by the pond were covered with a faint layer of frost. At this time, it is already early winter. The air is very fresh, and there is a trace of coldness, Mu Hao took a deep breath, the coldness went straight from his nostrils to his lungs, and his spirit was uplifted and very sober.

Walking to the balcony, stretching his muscles and bones, sitting cross-legged, Mu Hao began a new day of cultivation. Operate the Eight Scenes Catalogue Gong and carry mana. Suddenly, it was like a river running in the meridians, much better than yesterday. After a day of cultivation, Mu Hao's cultivation was consolidated again, and he pointed out with a finger, and with a bang, a pale white energy shot out of the air, and it was ten meters through in the blink of an eye before it dissipated.

The morning sun rises, and a touch of crimson falls on the pond, full of colors. Mu Hao went downstairs with a sword, and found that Gui Wei was surprisingly early and practicing swords.

"Senior brother, early. There was a slight sweat on Gui Wei's little face, shining in the morning sun, and when she saw Mu Hao, she hurriedly put away her sword and said hello. Facing the rising sun, this kind of vigor and freshness made Mu Hao's eyes light up, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart and nodded. After instructing Gui Wei a few words, Mu Hao came to the preaching platform and found that he was not the first, on the preaching platform, there were already more than thirty disciples practicing magic skills, and people came one after another.

Although it was a little later than usual, it also showed that the atmosphere of cultivation among the disciples of Qianzhen Peak was very good. "Senior Brother Mu Hao, morning!" These cultivation disciples, as soon as they saw Mu Hao coming, they hurriedly stopped practicing their swords, as if they had been rehearsed, and they all saluted Mu Hao and shouted loudly, which made Mu Hao startled.

"Good morning, everybody. Mu Hao also returned the salute. "Senior Brother Mu Hao is really personable, he is not arrogant at all because of his cultivation and swordsmanship. ”。 "Yes, some people, if they are a little more powerful, their nostrils will be turned to the sky, no matter how powerful this kind of person is, they can't compare with the pastor's brother. ”

If Mu Hao in the past was in awe of his talent, then the current Mu Hao is even more respectful of his personality and strength. Not long after practicing the sword, a deacon came to the preaching stand and told Mu Hao that the law enforcement elders had an invitation.

"What is the peak master looking for the pastor brother for?", "Maybe he took a fancy to the pastor's talent and wanted to accept the pastor brother as a disciple. "I don't know, anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing. ”

"That's right, Xiuwei has reached the peak of the fourth layer of foundation building. Seeing Mu Hao, a flash of cyan flashed in Shi Shan's eyes, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "What about the artistic conception of fire? Mu Hao saluted and said softly.

"Chucheng Sword Momentum!" Shi Shan was shocked at first, and then his eyes were shining, that look was like looking at a rare treasure, and the sharpness of his eyes almost made Mu Hao see through, making Mu Hao's scalp numb: "Okay...... Good...... Well, in less than ten years, your comprehension of artistic conception will surpass us and even surpass the sect master. ”

Shi Shan's tone was already a little excited, and he had just become a sword force, you must know that Mu Hao was only eighteen years old. When he was eighteen years old, what was he doing? Shi Shan couldn't help but think about it, when he was eighteen years old, he seemed to be an inner disciple of Qianzhen Peak who had just entered the foundation building period, and he didn't understand any artistic conception at all.

For a while, Shi Shan felt a little ashamed, when he was also eighteen years old, why was the gap so big! And although Shi Shan recommended Mu Hao to think about the cliff and comprehend the artistic conception, it was only possible. What's more, even if it could, it would take a long time, Shi Shan estimated at the beginning that Mu Hao would have to stay at Lifeng Cliff for at least a few months, at least a month before he could make progress in artistic conception. As for the transition from sword intent to the initial formation of sword power, it may take a year or two, which is a relatively fast estimate.

But I didn't expect that it was only more than half a month, but Shi Shan knew that Mu Hao was punished and thought about it for seven days, and in seven days, he improved the comprehension of the artistic conception to the beginning of the Dao sword momentum? Thinking about it, Shi Shan's face changed back and forth, and he was distracted, until Mu Hao coughed lightly and was awakened.

"By the way, I came to you this time because I have a letter from your family. Shi Shancai remembered what was going on, and hurriedly came back to his senses, and a letter appeared in his hand and handed it to Mu Hao. "Family letter?" Mu Hao was a little surprised, and after taking it, he took a look at it, it was sent by the Mu family in Linjiang City, and the sender was Mu Ping.

"I guess I haven't seen you for a long time, my relatives miss it, let's take it apart and take a look. Shi Shan said lightly, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, as if reminiscing. Mu Hao nodded, opened the letter and read it, the general content was "miss my son" Yunyun, and said that soon after, it was emphasized again that he hoped that Mu Hao would be able to go home before going to 'Mindu'.

"Grandpa repeatedly emphasized that although there is still a month left, it is better to rush back as soon as possible!" Mu Hao pondered for a moment, and finally decided to go back.

"Elder, I'm going to go home. Mu Hao said. "Well, the cultivation of immortal cultivators is not desperation, family affection is also an indispensable part. Shi Shan seemed to point out: "It's okay to go home, but remember that within half a month, you must return." At that time, it will be the 30-year 'Dharma Revision Conference'. I believe that with your strength and talent, you can get a good ranking. And if you're lucky enough to get into the top 10, you'll get a great reward, and even I'm excited, so it's a shame if you miss it. ”

Mu Hao nodded, thoughtfully, left here, returned to the pavilion, and Gui Wei explained that he was going to return to the family, and immediately went to the disciple hall to ask for half a month's leave, and after a little preparation, he left the road, left the Qianyang Sect, and officially returned to the family.