PS: Make up the last update first. There is still one more missing, and I will make up for it later.

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Three monks, one in the late Jindan period, and two in the early stage of the Purple Mansion. The three of them were all looking at the bluestone blocks that Jiang Feng had made. Among them, the monk of the late stage of Jindan frowned and walked forward slowly.

After walking a few steps, there was still some distance from the circle drawn by Jiang Feng. The Jindan monk's pace slowed down a lot. After two steps, the monk's right foot did not fall. His eyes were still fixed on the bluestone, his brow furrowed even tighter, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Nearly half a minute later, the Jindan late-stage monk's raised right foot finally fell. As his right foot fell, the monk's face changed. Before the monk could make any moves, he saw the monk fly backwards. Judging from the posture of his body, it was as if someone had kicked him in the stomach and kicked him away.

When this late-stage Jindan monk flew out, the other two early-stage monks of the Purple Mansion who were staring at the bluestone block also retreated at the same time. They withdrew a dozen or so steps before stopping. At this time, the late Jindan monk had already fallen down the mountain.

The two early monks of the Purple Mansion were still looking at the bluestone block. After they looked at it for a while, they looked at Jiang Feng, and then at Du Feng and Fu Guodong. After that, he looked at Jiang Feng again. At this time, they were all thinking, could it be that the words on the bluestone block were written by this monk who only had the fluctuating cultivation in the early stage of Jindan?

Jiang Feng was still sitting cross-legged. He didn't make any moves. He didn't need to do anything at this point. He believed that as long as these monks were not stupid, they would definitely notice the bluestone. As long as they notice the bluestone, they will be attracted by the words on it. After reading the words, Jiang Feng didn't believe that these monks would come closer.

The two early monks of the Purple Mansion, including the late Jindan monks who had fallen down the mountain and had climbed back up at this time, all noticed the words on the bluestone. What they are looking at is not the words, but what is contained in the handwriting. There was not only a strong sword aura on it, but also a very special aura. It was also this very special aura that easily repelled the late Jindan monk.

Just as the three monks were attracted by the handwriting on the bluestone, more monks flew here. Before the monks arrived, a young man in black appeared in the air. The man was holding a folding fan in his hand, which was slowly fanning. He seemed to walk in the air, but his speed surpassed that of all the other monks.

Before the other monks arrived, the young man in black landed on the top of the mountain. When he was in the air, he saw Jiang Feng, as well as Du Feng and Fu Guodong, who had absorbed the hundred-year-old Shouguang. This person also recognized Jiang Feng and the others, and remembered that he had seen these three people in that cave space.

This young man in black was the young man standing on the raft when the space of the cave appeared that day. After glancing at Jiang Feng, he also looked at the bluestone. When he noticed the special aura on the bluestone, he was immediately attracted. He also took a step, looking a little impatient to move forward.

At this time, there were already monks coming to the top of the mountain. The cultivation of these monks is uneven, most of them are in the middle and late stages of Jindan, and a few are in the early stage of Zifu. There are also two monks who are monks in the middle of the Purple Mansion.

The pace of the young man in black slowed down little by little. He went farther than the late Jindan monk who had been repulsed. This person didn't stop until he walked to the circle that Jiang Feng had drawn with his sword qi. His eyes were also fixed on the bluestone. The folding fan in his hand slowly changed its trajectory, as if it was gesturing with something.

The other monks on the top of the mountain, looked at Jiang Feng, then at Qingshi, and then at the young man in black. Soon, all the monks who had cultivated to the late stage of Jindan all set their sights on the bluestone. The monks of the Purple Mansion period even took steps to walk up, looking like they were going to get close to the bluestone.

Naturally, there are monks under the late stage of Jindan, and there are even monks from the Guji period to join in the fun. These people also stared at the bluestone, but they didn't notice any difference in the bluestone.

The Purple Mansion Stage Cultivators, who were approaching the bluestone, suddenly all stopped. After a few seconds, the monks turned pale and then stepped back. It was exactly the same as the movements of the two retreating Purple Mansion early stage monks before.

The young man in black was still standing there looking at Qingshi. The folding fan in his hand was also shaking. The look on his face seemed to be very confused. He also shook his head often, as if he was denying his mistakes.

The Purple Mansion Stage monks who were repulsed all had bad faces, as if they had been attacked. In fact, their minds were really under attack. But the monks did not rest much, and soon they went forward again. Only this time, they were more careful and didn't get as close as the last time. After stopping, they still looked at the bluestone, as if they were contemplating something.

The other monks on the top of the mountain also began to talk at this time. The monk who did not find the abnormality of the bluestone knew from the mouth of the monk of the late Jindan period that there was a sword aura on the bluestone, and a breath containing the mysteries of the extremely deep kendo. If you can understand it, you will definitely gain a lot.

The monks of the late Jindan period could not get as close as the monks of the Zifu period at all. But they were not reconciled. The men quickly reprepared, and after getting a little closer, they stopped to observe.

Du Feng and Fu Guodong also looked at the bluestone. The two of them couldn't see the words on it, but they felt the sword qi on the bluestone. Although the two of them couldn't use cultivation, with their deep foundation, they could also judge what was contained in that bluestone.

"It turns out that this is the origin of the name of the Sword Lord. Sure enough, it is extraordinary, the name of the Sword Monarch, he is indeed well-deserved. Fu Guodong said softly.

Du Feng smiled suddenly, and he also said in a low voice: "The people of Wuchuan gave Jiang Daoyou the title of No Sword Monarch just because he used a sword. If they knew that Daoist Jiang Daoyou had such an achievement in the Sword Dao Dao, I am afraid that so many people would not have been sent to death. ”

"I hope these monks can be more cautious. Don't let down Jiang Daoyou's hard work. Fu Guodong said.

"I'm afraid that this hard work will lead to even more trouble. Du Feng said in a low voice.

The two of them had naturally seen that Jiang Feng's purpose in making this bluestone and writing on it was to attract those monks. It also warns the monks not to look at the surface.

Jiang Feng was once silent in the way of the sword, and his own consciousness once helped the way of the sword to awaken, and also witnessed the awakening of the way of the sword. And this sword way, in this world, at least cannot be seen on this planet. The words he wrote contained a hint of the true meaning of the sword. If you can attain enlightenment, it will be of great help to the practice of kendo.

All monks who have cultivated to the late stage of Jindan can feel the abnormality on the bluestone. The monks of the Purple Mansion period are even more obvious. However, with their cultivation, they could not comprehend the true meaning of the sword path above. Even if a monk from the Lingtai realm came, whether he could walk to the edge of the circle drawn by the sword qi was a question.

Those monks of the late Jindan period worked hard to feel the breath on the bluestone with their divine sense. Their faces began to turn painful, but they didn't give up, and they were still trying to understand. Not long after, a late-stage Jindan monk spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell backwards. Then two other monks vomited blood and fainted. At this time, the other Jindan late-stage monks withdrew their divine consciousness one after another, and got up and retreated. Even the monks of the Purple Mansion period had to restrain some of their divine senses. Otherwise, they will be wounded. Only the black-clothed young man standing at the edge of the circle did not retreat half a minute.

Many people were talking about it, and they also realized that the bluestone was unusual. I also realized that Jiang Feng, Du Feng and Fu Guodong were probably not simple. At this time, there were already monks who sent messages to their friends or teachers to tell them about the situation here. The monks also began to speculate about what kind of cultivation the young man in black was. And what exactly did he see from the bluestone.

There were still monks who were attracted by the two pillars of light. But now no one approached easily. Anyone who cultivates stronger is attracted by bluestone. The black-clothed young man, after staring at Qingshi for more than half an hour, finally raised his hand. The other monks, including those of the Purple Mansion Stage who were trying to attain enlightenment, also stopped and looked at the black-clothed youth.

The young man in black closed the folding fan and used the folding fan as a pen to write in the air. After the spiritual power condensed in the air, he wrote a stroke, and when the young man in black wanted to write another stroke to form a human character, he was unable to write the other half of the human character for a long time. The face of the young man in black looked a little painful, and the aura of cultivation on his body was growing rapidly, and he was also looking around.

A powerful aura spread out with the black-clothed young man as a hollow. The other monks retreated one after another in the aura. The young man in black finally wrote another stroke of human characters. After writing, the man took a step back and looked at the glyph in the air. There was no joy on his face. Because soon, the glyph cracked, and then it shattered with a thud.