Chapter Twenty-Four: Sword Training in the Water

"After the age of forty, it is not stagnant in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. Since then, he has been refined, gradually moving to the realm of no sword is better than a sword. ”

"I have to say that Dugu is an unparalleled genius in the way of the sword, at the age of forty, he realized the truth that no sword is better than a sword, and others may not be able to comprehend it even if they have no edge in their lives. Even if he knew about the incident of Dugu's defeat, when Song Qingshu really faced it, he still had to sigh with heartfelt emotion, "Master Tai's genius has created a famous Taijiquan sword that has been passed down through the ages, setting a precedent, but compared to Dugu's defeat, I am afraid that it will be inferior to himself." ”

With a little emotion, I thought back to the time when the sword demon Dugu sought defeat and ruled the world, and in order to seek defeat, he had to retreat to the deep mountains, and every day with the Condor as a companion, and took the sword as a friend

After Song Qingshu finished reading the sword mound, he refocused his attention on the first sword weapon, which is the only thing that is useful in the sword mound now, and it is also the purpose of his visit to the sword demon valley this time, just

Just when Song Qingshu was in a dilemma. The condor next to him suddenly roared, lowered his head and picked up the Qingfeng Sword three times, put it □ Song Qingshu's hand, followed by another coo, and suddenly his left wing was carrying a strong wind and slammed down on his head. In an instant, Song Qingshu only felt that he couldn't breathe, and when he was stunned, the wings of the Condor were about a foot above his head, so he froze and cooed twice.

"This is" Song Qingshu was at a loss at first, and suddenly thought of what happened to Yang Guo back then, is this really the case?

"Brother Diao, are you going to give me this sword?" Song Qingshu asked as he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

The Condor cooed twice, as if that was the answer.

Song Qingshu was overjoyed when he saw this, the so-called 'sword for heroes, pink for beauty'...... Which person who practices swords, doesn't want to have a good sword, although Song Qingshu is not specialized in sword practice, but how can he not be tempted by such a sword that blows hair and breaks hair and sharpens iron like clay?

Song Qingshu pulled out the three Qingfeng swords, but saw a blue light passing by, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword emitted a cold light in the sun.

"Thank you, Brother Diao!" Song Qingshu thanked him with joy.

Then Song Qingshu wanted to continue playing with the sword, but the Condor didn't give him a chance at all, so he cooed twice again, pulled Song Qingshu's clothes, and then flew away with one wing.

"Eh, wait for me, Brother Eagle. Song Qingshu was in a hurry, and he didn't care about appreciating the sword, so he hurriedly played a sword flower and put the sword away. Then he picked up the ladder cloud and ran down the mountain, chasing the traces of the eagle.

After walking for several miles, I faintly heard the sound of roaring, which was endless, and the more I walked, the louder and louder it became, and it was obviously a great sound of water.

"Could it be the waterfall where the Condor Hero Yang has practiced?" Song Qingshu said secretly.

Turning a mountain gorge, the sound of the water is deafening, only to see a big white dragon-like waterfall rushing down between the mountain peaks, rushing into a stream, rushing to thunder, turbulent abnormal, carrying branches and stones in the water, in the blink of an eye it flows without knowing where to go. Looking around, the water and air are cloudy, and it is a wonder.

The Condor stretched out his mouth and pulled him by the hem of his garment, and walked to the stream, as if to ask him to go down.

"Do you want me to go into the waterfall to practice swords like Yang Guo, the Condor Hero?" Song Qingshu was puzzled, "But this is not a heavy sword!"

The Condor let go of his robe, grunted, raised his head and cried, jumped into the stream, and stood firmly in the middle of the stream

On top of the boulder, the left wing □ forward, and hit a rock that had been washed down from the upper stream, and when the rock was washed down the water again, he swung his wings and struck back, and if he struck five or six times, the rock never flowed around him. When it rushed down the river for the seventh time, the Condor flapped its wings with all its might, and the rock flew out of the stream and fell on the stone bank, and the Condor immediately jumped back to Song Qingshu's side.

At this time, Song Qingshu finally understood that the Condor really wanted him to practice swords in the water like Yang Guo back then.

"Brother Diao, I am different from Yang Daxia, he uses a heavy sword, and I use a three-foot Qingfeng sword, which is not suitable for sword practice in the water. Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and thought about the Condor explained.

It's a pity that the Condor didn't pay attention to him at all, seeing that Song Qingshu didn't go into the water for most of the day, his big wings protruded, and he brushed it and brushed it on Song Qingshu's buttocks. It stood very close, Song Qingshu was surprised, his body fell straight into the stream, and he hurriedly made a "thousand catties falling" body method, and landed on the boulder where the divine eagle stood. As soon as his feet entered the water, the water of the waterfall rushed him to the left and right, and it was difficult for him to stand firmly.

"I didn't expect to be chased to the shelves. Song Qingshu said with a wry smile on his face, but he also knew that the Condor was a good intention, and Song Qingshu was not far from living up to the Condor's kindness.

So he gritted his teeth and secretly encouraged himself, "What's the matter, you can't die, what are you afraid of." ”

Immediately held his breath and condensed, struggling to fight against the tears, but he couldn't reach out to stretch out his sword and provoke the rocks carried by the flowing water.

In particular, the three-foot Qingfeng sword is not the same as the Xuantie heavy sword, the sword body is narrow, and it relies on endless sharpness.

But in such a powerful current, even if Song Qingshu uses his internal force, in the end it is just 'drawing a knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing'.

When he had consumed a pillar of incense, his strength was exhausted, so he stretched out his sword and propped it up on the stone, and jumped to the shore. He didn't catch his breath for a few moments, and the Condor waved its wings again. This time, he was on guard, didn't give a blow, jumped into the heart of the stream on his own, and thought: "This carving brother is really a strict teacher and friend, forcing me to practice, but he didn't relax at all." It has good intentions, but am I not motivated? Yang Guo, who had a broken arm back then, is not as good as me now, and I can still persevere, but I can't even compare with this?"

So the qi sank down, firmly zhanzhu, and after a little time, he gradually realized the magic battle of condensing qi and exerting force.

Song Qingshu said in his heart: "Although the three-foot Qingfeng Sword is very different from the Xuantie Heavy Sword, it can still use the water flow to practice the sword."

The so-called 'blocking is better than sparse', since the three Qingfeng swords can't hit the flowing water like the Xuantie heavy sword, but they can still find flaws.

This is just like interception, interpretation, Xuantie heavy sword is like interception, that is, to cut off the flowing water from the rolling water, to break the skill, so that the heavenly river reverses, and the three Qingfeng swords are like interpretation, is used to explain the flowing water, the law of heaven and earth, and the law of nature.

Knowing the truth, Song Qingshu couldn't help but let out a long howl. The body stood still in the water like a mainstay. His heart gradually calmed down, and the sword in his hand naturally unfolded.

At this moment, a green snake loomed in the water, Song Qingshu was startled at first, and then found that the green snake had no intention of attacking, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. Be careful.

But the green snake didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, but kept swinging his body against the current.

"Boom!"

Seeing the movements of the green snake, Song Qingshuzhi felt a thunderstorm in his brain. The sword in his hand involuntarily followed the green snake.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, two hours.

Song Qingshu only felt that the resistance in the water suddenly became smaller. Song Qingshu was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that he had already done the right thing.

But now not only is the internal strength exhausted, but even the physical strength is not able to support it, and Song Qingshu knows that he can't practice today. But there's no rush either. So he jumped onto the shore.

He sat quietly by the stream for a while, and then his strength was restored, and when he looked around, he found that the Condor was no longer by the stream, and he did not know where he had gone. I don't care, after all, with the power of the Condor, there is basically no danger possibility. I still meditated first to restore my internal strength.

When Song Qingshu came to his senses again. The internal force has been restored, and although the internal force has not increased, it has been refined a few points.