"Senior brother, this is the sword mound erected by my sect, not anyone's grave. ”

"Sword mound?

"Not exactly, the sword mound is buried with the magic weapons left by the masters and disciples of the past dynasties, there are huge numbers and types, but they are all broken. ”

"Oh. "I heard that it was not a human remains, and there was a look of realization on Arigen's face.

"This is a magic weapon, but what about the bones of the ancestors and disciples of the past generations?"

"......" heard this, and Wugen was silent for a long time.

"Let's not talk about this for now, I'll teach you the art of the sword first. ”

"Okay. Yougen nodded, not thinking much about it.

"You first inject the vitality in your body into the wooden sword, and try to make it hang in the air. ”

"......" Yougen looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, and then looked up at Wugen with a look of anticipation.

"Senior brother, please explain the steps in detail. ”

"That's it. Rootless pulled out another wooden sword from his sleeve, handed it to Root's eyes, and released the palm that was gripping the hilt.

The wooden sword rested steadily above the rootless palm, dangling in front of the root.

"See, that's all. ”

"Uh......" Yougen lowered his head and tossed the wooden sword in his hand, and then looked up at the wooden sword hanging above the palm of the rootless hand.

"I see, but senior brother, how can I channel my vitality to the wooden sword?"

"You control the vitality in your body, and you channel the vitality into the sword, and that's it. Hearing this, Wugen's face was taken for granted.

Walk a good uncle.

Yougen looked sad and indignant, and said: "Senior brother, I don't know where the vitality of the Rausch son is, how can I control it?"

"Oh. Hearing this, Wugen put the wooden sword in his sleeve, and his face was clear.

"Then let's start with the simple place. ”

"It's long overdue. Yougen muttered in a low voice, listening intently.

"You close your eyes, your mind is free of distractions, and you feel the place below your navel, where you store your vitality. ”

Yougen did as he said, closed his eyes tightly, and the consciousness in his mind, looking for the route of the vitality in the dark, sank into his own dantian.

Then, he saw a grain of sand.

The sand grains are small, but orange-yellow and clear, with a soft sheen in the dark.

Yougen frowned slightly, focusing all his consciousness on the grains of sand.

As a result, the grains of sand quickly pulled closer to the eyes of the roots.

Suddenly, Yougen only felt that a thick veil was covered in front of his eyes, a piece of yellow, orange and orange, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Yougen was unwilling, concentrated his mind, and looked inside with all his might.

He saw in the grains of sand, and the yellow in front of his eyes disappeared.

Then he was surprised to find that inside the grains of sand.

It's a world.

In the boundless space, the wind swept in all directions.

The white mist that can be seen everywhere reveals countless brilliant golden rays.

Yougen opened his eyes, and a golden light slid across his eyes.

"See?" Rootless looked at Yougen with a look of anticipation.

"See. ”

"What do you see?"

"Golden light, mist, and invisible winds. ”

Hearing this, Wugen's face showed a satisfied look.

"Senior brother, this is the energy you inhale into your body, it is a part of your body, and now, you try to touch it, feel it, and finally control it. ”

"Got it. Yougen bowed his head slightly, stood in place, and closed his eyes again,

At this station, Yougen stood for an afternoon.

Wugen picked up a bucket of well water, took out dry firewood from his sleeve, and took out a gourd containing grain from the ear room where debris was piled up.

Start cooking.

The meal is ready, and Yougen is still standing.

Wugen took a wooden basin containing dishes and a wooden bowl containing porridge and rice to the hall of the Taoist temple.

Wugen placed the wooden basin and bowl on the floor in front of Kodao.

The Kedao people who were sitting immediately opened their eyes.

Grabbing the wooden bowl of porridge in front of him, Kedao leaned forward, leaned over his mouth, and took a big sip.

Fang just smashed his mouth and said to Wugen: "What about Yougen, I asked you to teach him the art of sword resistance, how did he learn?"

"He's enlightening. ”

"Enlightenment, enlightenment, what?" asked Kedaoren with a puzzled look on his face.

"Meditation on how to control the vital energy that enters the body. ”

"Oh. Hearing this, Kedao people laughed, and the smile was a little sinister.

"He is just breathing, if you want to control the vitality entering the body, it will not be possible in three or five days, you go and wake him up and let him eat first. ”

"Okay, Master. ”

Rootless turned around and walked out of the hall, through the corridor, and in front of the sword mound.

Then, he stopped.

He saw a sword.

A wooden sword.

The wooden sword stopped crookedly in the air, resting on the palm of the rooted, and the body of the sword kept swaying up and down.

After eating, the rootless envoy Yougen washed the bowl with well water and brought Yougen to the ear room.

After letting Yougen change into a new robe, Wugen took out bamboo chopsticks from his sleeve and drew a line on Yougen's body again.

The white thread that was originally printed on Yougen's body has been hidden.

The new white line, starting from the rooted dantian, is divided into two, each passing through dozens of white dots, and finally ending in the palms of both hands.

"Senior brother, you follow this route to run the vitality in your body, so that the sword body will stop steadily in the air, and when the time comes, you will try to use it again. ”

"Oh. ”

"Also, you must practice the mental method of this sect every night, so that you can introduce more vitality. ”

"Okay, senior brother. Yougen was expressionless and nodded in praise.

Hearing this, Wugen smiled with relief, turned around and picked up the robe that Yougen threw on the ground, walked out of the ear room, and closed the wooden door with his hand.

After walking to the Taoist temple, Wugen came to the wooden basin next to the well, and put the blood-stained Taoist robe into the wooden basin.

Clapping his hands, he turned around and walked away from the hall.

The Kedao man sat upright on the cushion, with a hide spread out on his hands, and looked down closely.

"Master. ”

"Something?"

"Today, you can take the sword. ”

Hearing this, Kedaoren raised his head in surprise and looked at the rootless who was standing in front of him with an excited face.

"Really?"

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

Reaching out and lifting his chin, his long white beard, Kedaoren lowered his head and pondered for a moment with a solemn face.

"How's he doing?"

"It's not very skilled, the wooden sword doesn't stay in the air for long, and the wooden sword that stays in the air is not very stable. ”

"Oh. Kedao smiled slightly.

"I see, let Yougen practice more in the future, and when he is proficient, I will pass on some of his introductory fencing skills. ”

"Yes, Master. Wugen frowned slightly, bowed and spoke.

After teaching him the art of fencing, let him tidy up the inner room and clean the main hall. The Kedao man lowered his head and looked intently at the animal skin in his hand.