Rootless left the main hall and walked into his room.

In the other room, Yougen, who was sitting on a cushion, looked at the wooden sword that was firmly resting on the palm of his hand and hanging in mid-air with a smile on his face.

The wooden sword fell back into his hand, and Yougen felt the weight of the wooden sword in his hand, and the smile on his face was retracted.

Holding the wooden sword beside him, Arigen closed his eyes.

This time, there was no white light in Yougen's mind.

But in Yougen's ears, there were bursts of singing.

Outside the Taoist temple, the breeze blows.

Among the grass and trees, there was the sound of young butterflies spreading their wings.

In his heart, he silently recited the Tao Te Ching of 5,284 words.

It was pitch black in front of Yougen's eyes.

The vitality between heaven and earth no longer just rushed into the rooted-in mud pill palace, but followed every pore on the root's skin and dipped into the root's body.

Walked through the complex tendons and veins in Yougen's body, passed through all the palaces in Yougen's body, and finally converged in the Dantian with roots.

The consciousness of having roots also sank into the dantian.

The grains of sand lying in the darkness emitted bursts of light.

In the dantian, the vitality of heaven and earth turned into countless slender rivers of golden smoke and flowed to the grains of sand.

Yougen's consciousness suddenly retreated, only to find that there was already a golden patch in front of his eyes.

At this time, the body with roots is like being put into a big lake, a long-dried sponge, frantically absorbing.

Happily absorbed.

Uncontrolled absorption.

In the hall, the Kedao people who were sitting on the cushions opened their eyes.

"The devil is crooked!"

Behind him, on the two candlesticks, the flame of the wick of the candle quickly burst up.

Then, the Kedao man closed his eyes again, and the flames, which were half a foot high, slowly descended and returned to their original state.

On the second day, when the sky had not yet turned white and the sun had not yet risen, he was refreshed, full of spirit, and unusually excited to take root, and vigorously kicked open the wooden door of the ear room.

Then, the wooden door cracked.

The cracked door panel, with a "squeak" sound, broke away from the door frame and fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, he looked at the cracked door panel with footprints remaining, and then looked at Yougen standing beside the wooden door in a daze, with a stern look in his eyes.

"Senior brother, this door was built thousands of years ago when the ancestor established the sect, and your kick is really right!"

Yougen's face was apprehensive, and his tone was sneering: "Hehe, senior brother, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, hehe." ”

After breakfast, I finished washing the wooden basin and wooden bowl.

After being educated by the Kedao people for a long time, Yougen held the mallet and wooden nail left by the ancestor of the Wasteland Sect more than a thousand years ago, facing the broken wooden door, wanting to cry without tears.

"I usually clean these tools, you inject vitality into the mallet and nail the wooden door. ”

I'll nail your sister!

Holding a wooden nail as short as a knuckle, one of them used a mallet to gesture for a morning, but he didn't do it.

Wugen, who was standing next to Yougen, couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out and grabbed the mallet, picked up a wooden nail, erected the wooden door, and aligned the nail at the edge of the door, and then went down with a mallet.

Hearing a sharp sound, Rootless let go of his grip on the door.

The door panel hung diagonally on the edge of the door, and in the place of the nail under the rootless mallet, there was a small hole.

The wooden pegs have been inserted.

"See, that's all. ”

"Oh. ”

Yougen took the tool handed over by Wugen, got up and came to the edge of the door, after the front door panel, aligned the nails along the edge of the door, and then transported the vitality, injected the mallet in his hand, and went down with a mallet.

Another shrill chirp.

The nail was sunk into the edge of the door, and the mallet hit the thumb.

There is a root that grasps the thumb with black, red, swollen and blue nails.

Crying.

In the afternoon, Wugen used a steel needle to release the bruise in a fingernail and gave him good medicine.

looked at Yougen, who was still crying, and said with a smile: "Okay, junior brother, this little injury will be fine in a while." ”

"Really?" Hearing this, Yougen stopped crying.

"Of course it's true. ”

"That's good. ”

Looking at Yougen, who suddenly turned crying into laughter, the corners of Rootless's mouth twitched slightly.

"Senior brother, are you Guigeng?"

"Ahh ”

Looking at the eyes of Wugen, with obvious suspicion, Yougen had to repeat again.

"Really, I'm twenty-eight. ”

"Oh. ”

Standing up, Wugen picked up the mallet and wooden nails on the ground, and began to nail the door, and after three minutes, the door was nailed.

Wugen walked to the front of the sword mound with Yougen, and Wugen fetched a bucket of water and washed up the stone tablet engraved with runes in front of the sword mound.

The bottom is overgrown with ferns, and the stele body, which was originally covered with dust, is washed by the well water and sparkles in the sun.

"Senior brother, today I will teach you the art of fencing. ”

Throwing the barrel back into the well, Wugen turned around and faced Yougen, reached out and took out the bamboo chopsticks from his cuff.

With a "zheng" sound, a white light flashed on the chopsticks, and a wooden sword appeared in Wugen's hand.

Rootless held the wooden sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Yougen, and released his palm.

Looking at the wooden sword hanging in front of him, Yougen swallowed and spat, his eyes showing excitement.

"Martial artists regard swords as tools, and they use them to chop and pick thorns, but sword cultivators are different. "Rootless took out his right hand and pointed at the sword, and the wooden sword was raised and stood upright in the air.

"This sword is I took the elm wood of the back mountain, and the master used the Dao fire sacrifice for seven seven and forty-nine days before it was formed, I poured my own finger blood into the sword, and used my own cultivation to nourish it for ten years, so that it can make it free, like my own arm. ”

Rootless points to the sky.

The wooden sword turned sideways, his whole body vibrated slightly, and he flew into the air.

"Sword cultivators who have truly entered the Dao have one such natal weapon, and the natal weapon sword can operate according to the cultivator's mind, it is difficult to find a trace, and it is infinitely powerful. ”

Rootless pointed at the ground beside Yougen, and the wooden sword that flew up into the air flew back and stuck on the ground beside Yougen.

The sword is all in.

Only the hilt of the sword remained.

"......" looked at the hilt of the sword that remained on the ground, and one of his eyes lit up, and saliva slipped out of the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother, I am also a sword cultivator, when can I have a sword like this?"

"Your cultivation is still low, you haven't reached the Dao yet, it's too early to find the magic sword. ”

"Oh. Hearing this, Yougen's face showed a look of frustration.

"However, you can learn the seal method first, use the vitality in your body to control the ordinary wooden sword, and practice the art of injuring the enemy. Wugen withdrew the finger of the sword, and spread the palm of his right hand upward.

The wooden sword that sank into the ground beside Yougen rose from the ground and flew quickly into the rootless's hand, and then, a burst of white light flashed.

Turned back into chopsticks.

Yougen pulled the chopsticks back into his sleeve and took out a wooden sword from his sleeve.

The tip of this wooden sword is also tied with withered grass stalks and fine hemp rope.

But this wooden sword is very different from the wooden sword that Wugen took out last time.