Ling Hu Heng turned around the front and back of the hut, and there was not a single living person around, so it was really boring. Although Ling Huheng had already guessed that this was the case, he still felt a sense of loss of soul when the facts were in front of him. I don't know how to get back to the thatched hut, Ling Huheng lay on the bed, quietly raised his head and looked at the thatched roof, thinking about how to go next, whether to stay here, or sneak down the mountain to find his father-in-law?

Staying in the Green Bamboo Forest for so long, Ling Hu Heng was not ignorant of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array. Although the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array was incomparably powerful, it was not completely invulnerable. If a master attacks from the outside, he will naturally attract the sharpest counterattack from the sword formation, but if it is from the inside out, if he does not attack, although the formation is very slow, it is not completely impossible to go out of the formation, not to mention that the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array is very suitable for the ancient sword faction's mental method, even if he can't get out of the formation, he is not in danger of his life.

Ling Hu Heng had an impulse to go down the mountain immediately to find his father-in-law, but he thought about it: "The old Taoist priest and the big man treat me so well, if I leave, won't it affect them? Ling Huheng continued to think: "But this place is so desolate, facing that cliff all day long, it will definitely suffocate to death! However, the old Taoist priest seems to have copied the rest of the exercises, and he is not afraid that there will be nothing to do in a short time." Thinking of this, Ling Huheng bounced up from the bed, grabbed the burden that the old Taoist priest put on the table, and found that in addition to a few changes of clothes, a new book rolled out of the burden and fell to the ground. Ling Huheng put down his burden, leaned over to pick up the book, patted the dust on it, but saw that the cover read "Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique".

Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment, and pondered: "This old Taoist priest has always refused to pass on my sword technique, why has he changed his mind now and passed it on to me again?" Ling Hu Heng felt very strange, and when he turned the first page, the upright block script came into view, and at a glance, he knew that it was written by a silent Taoist. I saw that the title page noted, "If the sword is not enough, it will be half the effort, and if you practice it, you will definitely hurt yourself, so you can't practice it." You must have the cultivation of the middle stage of the Jiedan before you can gradually practice, remember!" Ling Huheng secretly snickered, "This old Taoist, if you don't want me to practice, you won't practice, why go around such a big circle? Thinking of this, Ling Huheng threw it casually and threw the book on the table. If an outsider sees it, it will definitely surprise the eyeballs to fall out. Just kidding, this is a sword technique that ordinary immortal cultivators can't ask for! But this is nothing in Ling Hu Heng's eyes, except that it is more fun to be able to fly with a sword, there is nothing that attracts him.

At the moment, he was bored, and Ling Hu Heng didn't know what to do, so when he had nothing to do, he couldn't help but sit cross-legged and practice spiritual power. There is no sun and moon in cultivation, just close his eyes like this, and when Ling Hu Heng opened his eyes again, it was already full of stars, and a few hours passed unconsciously. However, this cultivation was not without effect, and Hu Heng sensitively sensed that the cultivation barrier seemed to have loosened a lot, and he was only one step away from entering the middle stage of alchemy.

Suddenly, the sound of "goo" came from Ling Hu Heng's stomach, Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "When I cultivate, I don't even feel hungry anymore." Raising his eyes, there was a rice basket on the table, which made Hu Heng a little surprised, and when he opened it, he saw that the food was covered with an identical bowl, and the food inside was still warm. There was also a note pressed under the bowl, Ling Huheng picked it up and looked at it, but it was Wu Zhen's handwriting: "Senior brother, I don't dare to disturb you when you are working hard, but although cultivation is important, you can't forget to eat! Here is your favorite fried radish with shiitake mushrooms, but you have to eat it while it's hot, otherwise it won't taste good if it's cold." ”

After reading it, Ling Huheng couldn't help laughing, and said secretly: "The old Taoist priest is concise and to the point, and the big man is verbose, I really don't know how the old Taoist priest taught him, it's not like him at all!" A large bamboo tube of rice and a few side dishes were swept away by him alone, which shows that he is really hungry. After eating, Ling Huheng burped contentedly, didn't clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and sat on the chair by himself, thinking about how he would spend the next three years.

But he was originally a rootless duckweed-like character, and he was at peace with what he encountered, and he didn't have any thoughts about the future, so he might as well not think about it. Ling Huheng thought of this, and knew that it was useless to think too much, so he stood up and walked towards the door, but he was very quiet and wanted to relax. If you stay in the hut every day, it will be strange if you don't suffocate him.

When Ling Hu Heng walked under the cliff, he suddenly found that the moonlight was shining on the cliff, and there seemed to be a few pictures faintly showing up, but it was a person holding a sword trick to guide the art of the fairy sword! Ling Hu Heng was surprised for a while, and raised his eyes to look at the moon, like a jade plate, it turned out that today was fifteen. Ling Hu Heng's eyesight is excellent, even if the image on the cliff is blurry, Ling Hu Heng can also find a trace of charm, after observing for a quarter of an hour, Ling Hu Heng found that this is actually a method of cultivating the sword technique! But the good times did not last long, just another quarter of an hour later, with the movement of the moon's position, the sword diagram gradually disappeared on the rock wall, without a trace. Ling Hu Heng just looked fascinated, how could he give up lightly, just wanted to climb the rock, but found that the cliff as high as fifty zhang was just a bare rock, and there was no place to borrow, so that Hu Heng's half-baked floating technique would never reach the cliff. Thinking like this, Ling Hu Heng reluctantly gave up this idea, but he thought again: "Even if the levitation technique can't go up, can't the sword art go up!" So, Ling Hu Heng was even more looking forward to the middle stage of the knot pill, because Ling Hu Heng knew that the old Taoist priest would not lie to him, and the sword art had to wait until the middle stage of alchemy to practice, and it should make a lot of sense during the period.

Ling Huheng thought of this, and observed the surrounding terrain again, and found that although the cliff was high, it was not as high as the opposite mountain, and it was because the moonlight could not be seen all year round, and it was all blocked by the mountain. If this is deliberately arranged by someone, it can really be said to be ingenious! Ling Hu Heng thought about it: "When the moon is full, there is only the fifteenth or sixteenth of the month, maybe tomorrow's sword map can still be visible under the reflection of the moonlight!" With this interesting thing, Ling Hu Heng was interested, and he didn't feel that there was any grievance or boredom in the wall.

However, Ling Hu Heng was still a little reluctant to sword the diagram, although it was only a few quarters of an hour, but it allowed Ling Hu Heng to open the mysterious door and get a glimpse of the true meaning of cultivating immortals, not to mention him, even if the characters who have practiced for hundreds of years who seem to not eat the fireworks of the world get this kind of opportunity, nine times out of ten they will not want to return, and there is a great posture of not looking back.

Although it was difficult to give up in his heart, as the moon moved westward, he could no longer find any trace of the sword diagram, so Hu Heng had to return to the hut in a huff, barely packing up his mind and entering the cultivation mode, but he was always worried, and he couldn't completely meditate. When Wu Zhen brought the food again, Ling Hu Heng could also sense it.

Wu Zhen walked into the house, brought out a few dishes of side dishes, and cleaned up yesterday's leftovers, before asking, "Senior brother, are you used to living here?" Ling Huheng blinked his eyes and said: "How can you not be used to it, without the old Taoist priest dangling in front of you, life is quite comfortable!"

Wu Zhen smiled and said, "Master, that's for your good." Then he lowered his voice and said, "I've heard that this cliff may contain the peerless knowledge of this sect, and the junior brother should seize the opportunity!"

When Ling Huheng heard this, his body shook slightly, and he instantly thought of the sword diagram on the cliff last night, and said secretly: "Is that the peerless school of this sect?" ”

Wu Zhen said again: "Senior brother, is last night's meal still to taste? If not, I will study a few new dishes for you to taste." ”

Ling Huheng said: "It's good, you can do it." ”

Wu Zhen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said, "Senior brother, you don't know, Master sat in your room all night last night, and I didn't listen to him when I called him to eat, and I don't know what's wrong." ”

When Ling Huheng heard this, his heart was shocked, but he still said: "What's that, it's not that I'm not here, no one is causing him trouble, I'm happy!"

Wu Zhen shook his head and said, "Master treats you very well, and I have never seen him treat anyone like this." As he spoke, he packed up yesterday's leftovers and put them in the basket, "Senior brother, I'm going back, otherwise Master should be in a hurry, I'll bring food over tonight, and if I'm hungry, I'll put some dry food in the basket." With that, he lifted his feet and went out of the hut.

Ling Huheng didn't hear what Wu Zhen said later, and just repeated the sentence in his heart: "Master sat in my room all night last night? Master sat in my room all night last night?" In fact, he understood it in his heart, but he refused to admit it.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally in the evening, Wu Zhen delivered the meal again, and saw that Ling Huheng had finished all the meals, he was very happy, and kept saying in Ling Huheng's ear, and Ling Huheng had something else to do, and he replied to Wu Zhen's words without a tower, and seemed absent-minded. Wu Zhen said that the time for him to deliver food was only half an hour, and he could only see Ling Huheng for an hour every day, of course, he had to say a lot. Finally, Wu Zhen finished speaking, and left with the rice basket, which made Hu Heng breathe a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly ran out of the hut and waited for the moment when the moonlight reflected on the cliff. Gradually, the moon reappeared on the top of the opposite mountain, and a ray of moonlight broke the silence of the night, softly reflected on the cliff, and the sword diagram appeared again.

And as agreed, in just a few quarters of an hour, the sword diagram was hidden in the rock wall, which made Hu Heng feel lost, because he only saw the sword diagram, but he couldn't understand the true meaning of it, it can be said that his heart was itchy and scratchy, but he was helpless.

On the evening of the second day, Ling Hu Heng was still sitting in front of the cliff, but the moon had turned short and could not be reflected on the cliff, although Ling Hu Heng had already speculated and known, he was still slightly melancholy.

In the next few months, every month fifteen and sixteen, Ling Hu Heng will definitely sit in front of the cliff, consult the sword map, although sometimes rainy, cloudy days, the moon does not come out, but Ling Hu Heng has already refined a bit of my fortunate to lose my life, no longer complain about the sky, but unexpectedly five months later, one day, Ling Hu Heng unknowingly broke through the cultivation of obstacles, and entered the middle stage of the Yudan.