Under the scorching sun, on a huge mossy stone lawn, dozens of immature children sat cross-legged, pinching the magic trick in their hands, closing their eyes and exhaling in a good way, many children were so hot that they secretly pulled up their sleeves and wiped their sweat.

There were two Taoist priests standing on the top of the stone flat, one fat and one thin, not very old, carrying a sword, they were the Taoist priests of the Yi Sword Sect, and at this time, the two of them had stern faces, staring intently at the children below.

"Don't be lazy with me one by one, the Qi Condensation Technique is the easiest way to enter the Tao, if you condense a trace of spiritual energy within this month, it will not be in vain for your parents to hope that their son will become an immortal. Today is the deadline, and if you haven't been able to condense the aura, it means that you have no chance of cultivating. ”

Suddenly, a child jumped high, danced with his hands, and said excitedly: "I condensed the aura, I condensed it, hahaha." ”

The fat Taoist priest also nodded with a smile on his face, and the thin Taoist priest snorted coldly and said: "Cultivators should be careful to stop water, not to be happy with things, not to be sad about themselves, to sit down and continue to cultivate, and to run the aura for a week." ”

Among the dozens of children, there was a child about ten years old, who was dumbfounded, closed his eyes and breathed for a long time, and suddenly his whole body was shocked, his eyes were open, his gaze was scattered, and he "revealed" a blank "color". Then, as if he was unwilling, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes again to breathe, and after a while, the child opened his eyes again, and the blank "color" in his eyes was heavier, as if he was demented.

"I don't know where Uncle Lin found the child, diligence is diligence, it's just ...... It's really stupid, for a month, only he didn't condense the aura, alas. The fat Taoist priest sighed.

A trace of disdain flashed in the thin Taoist's eyes, and he shook his head and said coldly: "The path of cultivation is divided into condensation, foundation building, golden pill, and yuan infant. Condensation is the cornerstone of cultivation, if you can't condense a trace of aura for a month, this qualification is best to be a mortal with peace of mind, my Yi Sword Sect accepted apprentices when it was at its peak, and they were all condensed within one day before they could enter the sect, and now the conditions are relaxed, if this son still can't condense qi, it is only to blame that I have no chance with my Yi Sword Sect. ”

The sun is setting, and the twilight is approaching.

The thin Taoist priest shouted lightly: "Today's condensation and breathing are over here, and finally everyone picked up the wooden sword beside them and recited the sword mantra again. ”

All the children knew that today's cultivation was over, and they all condensed their aura, just waiting for the official worship of the mountain gate tomorrow, and at this time they shouted excitedly: "The art of sword play, such as chess and chess, anticipate the enemy's opportunity, no move and no self, use people to fight swords, and use swords to fight enemies ......."

After reciting, the thin Taoist priest waved his hand, and the children dispersed as if they had been pardoned.

When the thin Taoist priest was about to turn around, he suddenly felt someone pull his sleeve, and saw that the stupid boy was carrying a wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were "dewed", and his mouth shouted: "Come and play with the sword, let's play with the sword!"

After speaking, he stabbed himself in the air, out of order, and looked like a talisman.

The thin Taoist snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves away, and the fat Taoist saw this stupid appearance, and also shook his head and sighed: "In the past half a month, this stupid child has been like this, and I don't know what stimulation he has received." ”

The crowd dispersed, and the setting sun shone on the child, only to see him still stabbing alone in the air.

Yijian Sect, in the desolate land is a sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, the ancestor of Yijian created his own swordsmanship, and has cultivated the real world for more than 100 years, no one can beat him, but since the ancestor of Yijian, no one has practiced this swordfighting, and now reciting the mantra of Yijianshu has become an entry requirement to show respect for the ancestor.

Even the prosperous Sword Sect thousands of years ago can't withstand the erosion of the years, and no one has comprehended the top swordsmanship in the sect, and because there are no tricks, only the mantra remains, and after a thousand years, it can only be reduced to chicken ribs. The talents of the sect withered, and the territory was eroded by the surrounding sects, leaving only a radius of a hundred miles, and now only the sect master Ling Zheng is a monk in the late stage of Jindan, who can still support the overall situation.

Early in the morning of the second day.

All the children came to the sect early, and after testing in turn, they all had breath sensing, just waiting for the sect master to come out to hold the entrance ceremony, only the stupid child did not have a trace of qi in his body, and stood aside with a little loss.

In front of the sect stood a few monks wearing Taoist crowns and wearing Taoist robes, all of them with restrained eyes and strong breath, exuding bursts of coercion, these are the masters of the peaks in the Yi Sword Sect, and they are the pillars of the Yi Sword Sect. There were several rows of disciples standing behind several masters, full of aura, and one of them was only a girl standing behind him.

The girl was born with a strange spirit, two round eyes, a playful face, a slight smile, and two little tiger teeth were exposed.

This sect leader's name is Lin Qingfeng, he is about forty years old, and he is the head of the Yi Sword Sect who is in charge of the sect's formation, and he is in charge of a mountain with the most ordinary and thinnest aura in the sect, named Zhufeng. At this time, I saw him frowning, and he pulled the fat Taoist priest on the side and asked, "What's the matter, this kid hasn't been able to condense his breath for a month?"

The fat Taoist priest also smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Lin, this kid is actually quite diligent, but he is too stupid, this ......"

The thin Taoist priest on the side said: "Uncle Lin, the path of cultivation, diligence, comprehension of 'sex', and chance are indispensable, not to mention whether to condense qi or not, it is a rote memorization thing like our sword mantra, in exchange for ordinary people who can remember it as long as it takes a day's effort, but this kid has to memorize it for fifteen days before he can remember it." ”

"Oh. Lin Qingfeng replied expressionlessly.

The thin Taoist priest waved his hand and shouted: "Recite the sword mantra below, give me a louder voice!"

"The art of playing swords, such as chess games, anticipating the enemy's opportunity, no move and no self, playing the sword with people, fighting the enemy with the sword......"

The stupid boy was also very excited when he heard the recitation of the mantra, and shouted loudly with the group.

After reciting it, all the children were recruited by a few masters, leaving only the stupid child standing alone in place, and none of the dozens of children chose to go to Lin Qingfeng's door, after all, it was just a place to manage the formation.

Lin Qingfeng didn't think it was a pestle, he smiled at this time, beckoned gently to the stupid child, and said softly: "Child, come to me." ”

Lin Qingfeng's intention is obvious, that is, this child has no condensation, and he still wants to accept him as an apprentice.

The stupid boy carried a wooden sword, lowered his head and walked to Lin Qingfeng's side, suddenly pulled his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Master, I can play with a sword!"

After saying that, he took a step back and began to stab at the air.

Many of the children were surprised and let out a laugh.

"With so many monks present, the second stunned person is stupid again, it's a shame, hehe. ”

"This fool is delirious, and he knows how to play swords all day long, I think it's cheap, haha. ”

Seeing the child's stupid appearance, the other masters couldn't help but let out a few chuckles when they heard the sound of the discussion.

Lin Qingfeng's face turned cold, his eyes stared at the fat and thin two Taoist priests, and he said coldly: "What's going on?"

The fat Taoist priest's heart tightened, and he said continuously: "Child, come and apprentice, this is your chance." ”

The thin Taoist priest was intimidated by Lin Qingfeng's momentum, and hurriedly said: "This kid has been looking stupid for half a month, and we didn't make it." Then he quickly stepped forward, pushed towards the stupid child, and scolded in his mouth: "Don't pretend to be crazy and stupid, come and apprentice!"

The thin Taoist priest screamed in pain, but his palm was stabbed by the stupid child's wooden sword, and he was immediately furious, raised his eyebrows and glared, and shouted: "Torturer, you dare to stab me!"

The stupid child was frightened by him, and his hand moved, and then his eyes were timid, he took a few steps back, and said softly: "Let's play with the sword?"

The thin Taoist priest was angry, and he rushed over with an arrow, slapped the stupid child violently, and scolded: "Idiot, play with you!"

The stupid child was slapped and sat on the ground with a blank face, "touching" his high swollen cheeks, with tears in his eyes, and just whispered: "I can only play with swords, but no one plays with me!"

The child looks demented, but he is so stubborn that it is faintly distressing.

Lin Qingfeng was furious when he saw this scene, flashed to the side of the thin Taoist priest, and slapped his palm on the latter's face, full of power, without the slightest intention of leaving his hand.

"Uncle Lin, be merciful!"

The fat Taoist priest ran over, grabbed Lin Qingfeng's hand, and pleaded bitterly: "Uncle Lin, he is also good for this child, I am afraid that this child's qualifications are not conducive to cultivation, it is better to be a mortal and have no worries." ”

Lin Qingfeng glared angrily and said loudly: "How can it be considered that there is no fate, I said that he has a fate!"

The stupid child saw that Lin Qingfeng cared for him, so he stepped forward, pulled the latter's sleeve, and shouted, "Play with the sword, let's play with the sword!"

After speaking, he took a step back, carried his sword in one hand, and stabbed it randomly.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qingfeng's face was ugly, and he finally sighed helplessly. Several masters saw his stupid appearance, or sighed, or mocked.

The stupid boy stabbed for a while, and when he saw that no one paid attention to him, his eyes turned red, and he cried out in a sad voice: "I can play with the sword, who will play the sword with me!"

At this time, I suddenly heard a soft drink, like a distant mountain peak, and it sounded in my ears.

"What's the fuss here?"

Then an old man dressed in a pale gold "colored" robe walked slowly from the air, as if there were steps under his feet, and walked to the ground step by step.

"I've seen the sect master!" all the disciples of the Yi Sword Sect had their faces straightened, bowed down, and greeted in unison.

When the stupid child saw the gray-haired old man, he still stabbed himself in the air, shouting: "I can play with a sword......!"

Sect Master Ling Zheng frowned, his face was angry, and one of the masters observed the words and observations, and immediately shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze, you throw him out, don't disturb the sect master." As he spoke, he commanded his disciples.

"No!" Lin Qingfeng exclaimed, and he was about to stop him.

A master sect leader hurriedly grabbed Lin Qingfeng's arm and said in a low voice: "Forget it, don't you see that the sect master is so angry with this kid?"

As he spoke, the two disciples stretched out their hands and pulled towards the stupid child, and when the child saw that someone was catching him, he quickly clenched the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed twice at the empty place, only to hear two exclamations, but it was the palms of the two disciples that were stabbed by the wooden sword and retracted.

"Huh?" Sect Master Ling Zheng was shocked, his eyes were shining, and he stared thoughtfully at the stupid child's wooden sword.

The two disciples were stabbed defenselessly, but they felt that their faces could not be hung up, and they pounced on the stupid child with great momentum, and they were about to throw him out of the sect.

A trace of panic flashed in the child's eyes, and he took a few steps back, but the wooden sword in his hand was still stabbing in the air.

"Oops!"

The two disciples exclaimed again, but their palms were stabbed again, this time causing the onlookers to laugh and shake their heads, these two people have been cultivating in vain for so many years, and they can't even take a child.

The two of them were flushed, their blood was surging, their eyes flashed fiercely, and they pinched the magic trick in their hands, and they wanted to use the monk's means to regain face. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt pain in his back, and then his body was light, and he was thrown back behind the palm.

The disciples were taken aback, but it was the sect master who made a move and threw the disciples away in the air, only to see the sect master suddenly dodge in front of the stupid child, staring at the latter with blazing eyes, and said softly: "Child, can I play with you with a sword?"

The stupid boy burst into tears and laughed, shouting, "Come and play with the sword, let's play with the sword!"

The sect master did not make a move, took a wooden sword from the air, and was not lucky, and stabbed lightly at the face door of the stupid child, extremely fast.

At this time, several masters and many disciples were surprised, knowing that there must be a hidden secret, and everyone did not make a sound, but just watched quietly.

I saw that the stupid child's little face was flat, and he seemed to be serious, and his little hand raised the wooden sword, and suddenly stabbed it in an inconspicuous place in the air, and the sword of the sect master Ling Zheng suddenly stopped in the air and couldn't stab it.

Then Ling Zheng changed his trajectory again and stabbed at the stupid child's chest, and the latter's sword momentum also changed, stabbing at one point again, and the sword in Ling Zheng's hand paused again.

Now everyone can see clearly, if the suzerain's sword stabs down, he must first be stabbed in the wrist or body by this stupid child's sword, the child's sword is not in the air "chaotic" stab, but anticipating the enemy's opportunity, a sword stabbed out in advance, cutting off its approach.

Several masters glanced at each other, gasped, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sword Fighting!" Then his eyes were shocked, and he looked at this ten-year-old stupid child as if he had seen a ghost.

When many disciples of the Yi Sword Sect heard these three words, they were also shocked, and the fat and thin Taoist priests were also dumbfounded, and their minds were in chaos.

Ling Zai threw down the wooden sword, looked at the stupid child and said with a smile: "You are very good at playing the sword." ”

The stupid boy listened to the appreciation, wiped away his tears, was very happy, and said with a smile: "You are also very good, but you can't play me." ”

Tong Yan was unscrupulous, Ling Zai smiled indifferently, and asked, "Who taught you this swordsmanship?"

"Uncle Fat and Uncle Skinny taught!"

"Huh?" Ling Zheng looked sideways, only to see the two of them at a loss, and were about to ask, when he suddenly heard the stupid child say aloud: "The art of sword play, such as chess and chess, anticipate the enemy's first opportunity, no move and no self, use people to play swords, and use swords to fight enemies ......"

"Ahh

Since this sword mantra has been handed down, no one in the sect has been able to understand it for more than a thousand years, but unexpectedly, it was comprehended by a seemingly stupid child who spent fifteen days.

Sect Master Ling Zheng was stunned for a long time, then raised his head and looked at the sky stupidly, and sighed: "Ancestor bless, my Sword Sect has finally produced a real successor for more than a thousand years, sad, sad, gratifying!"

"What's your name, kid?"

The child's eyes showed a blank "color", shook his head, and then looked at Lin Qingfeng, who hurriedly stood up and responded: "This is the child I met on the bank of the mountain river, and I brought it back to the mountain gate when I saw that he was pitiful and homeless." ”

"Since it is the child you brought back, I will follow your surname, I will give you the word 'Yi' in the name of the ancestor of the sword, and after today, you will be called Lin Yi. ”

After speaking, Ling Zheng turned around and left, leaving a voice in a voice: "Qingfeng, this son is destined for you, worship your bamboo peak, your skills are not clear to others, I know." ”

No one present expected that it was this seemingly stupid child Lin Yi who would dominate the world and move in all directions in the desolate land in the future.