There is a separate small courtyard in the southwest corner of the backyard of the house, and there is a small piece of more than one person-high phoenix tail bamboo about dozens of trees in the yard near the window, which swayed left and right with the breeze.

Many literati and writers do not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars to collect a phoenix-tailed bamboo Zihao pen, which is far more precious than imagined, and most of the time it is priceless.

Originally, there was only a Confucian palace in Shengwenzhou that had a bamboo forest of less than a thousand trees, and there was a group of old-fashioned old pedants, and the bold dared to cut down one.

The phoenix tail bamboo is made of the pen like a living bamboo, not only has it been green like green, but also the surface of the pen barrel is crystal clear with time, like jasper.

The phoenix tail purple hao is made of the hair on the back of the snow rabbit of the cold Yaozhou, its tenacity, called the Jian Hao pen, with its long and sharp, suitable for writing the straight and square words, to the calligrapher valued. There was once a word cloud: "The tip of the phoenix tail purple hair is like a cone, sharp as a knife." ”

Because only the hair on the back of the snow rabbit is available, its value is expensive, and because Haoying is not long, it is impossible to write large characters on the plaque.

The old butler standing at the table in the room had already explained the cultivation to Yu Wushu in detail.

The young man sitting at the table was still recalling in his mind what he had just heard.

On the table in front of him, three phoenix tail purple hairs hang on the pen holder, and the barrel of the pen is green and almost transparent.

The old butler suddenly turned around and looked at the door, and the young man who had gone out to deal with things had already returned.

When Xuxue was walking into the study, the old housekeeper saw that his face was a little snow-white, and he was about to open his mouth to ask, but Xuxue was waving his hand to indicate that he was fine.

The old housekeeper exited the door and took the door to leave, and Xue Xuezheng asked, "Do you understand what your grandfather Liu told you?"

Yu Wushu had already stood up and replied: "I have roughly understood."

Yu Xue was beckoning to the young man, and when Yu Wushu walked in front of him and said, "You go and get the fragments of the Black Python Golden Pill that you got that day."

The boy nodded and trotted away, returning in a few moments. Reaching out and handing the golden shard to his father.

Xue Xue Zheng looked down at his son with a blank face, gently rubbed the top of his head with his hand, and Fu Wushu fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was noon the next day, and he looked at his father who was sitting in front of the bed and said the first thing was.

"Dad, I'm hungry".

Xue Xue looked at the sleepy-eyed young man with a smile, and ordered him to go down and prepare some food and serve it to the table.

When the invincible wind swept away the clouds and ate half of the table, the young man himself felt incredible, and looked up and asked, "Dad, although I think I am very hungry, how can I eat so many things." ”

Xue Xuezheng responded: "Now that you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you have entered the early stage of the Peiyuan Realm, it must be different from the past, I don't believe you can go out and give it a try." ”

The young man's face was full of excitement, he got up and ran out, and Xue Xue was following closely behind, and as soon as he took a step, he felt that he was very different from before, his steps were light and steady, and his body moved naturally with his heart.

As soon as the two of them passed the Hanging Flower Gate, Yu Xuezheng stopped the young man and pointed to the wall not far away.

The boy glanced at the wall about eight feet high, took a few steps back to help run and jump, and easily climbed over the wall with a light touch on the ground and landed smoothly after that, all of which were like an instinctive reaction of the body, making the face of the invincible man full of joy.

It turned out that when he was in a coma, he slowly beat the small piece of Jindan fragment into his body, and a small fragment contained the black python's hundred-year cultivation, and used the hundred-year cultivation to help it stabilize the foundation, wash the body and cut the marrow, and the stability of the foundation can be imagined.

In addition to a fragment of Jindan that has been cultivated for a hundred years, there are also five more wisps of five-color origin sword temperature in his body, and when he enters the realm of refining gods, he can use the aura of heaven and earth to refine the origin sword qi in his body as a whole, and become a natal flying sword.

This kind of handwriting is so big, I don't know how many people have been there since ancient times.

Although this kind of thing is an innate thing, and after the birth of the flying sword, its power is incomparable, but the difficulty of the refining road can be imagined.

This can be regarded as another kind of tempering for him, because it is not the content of the body at the time of birth, it can be regarded as an external force forcibly staying in the body.

So after that, every once in a while, the five organs of the body will be rejected, and the five origin sword qi will be chaotic inside, who can experience the pain of cramps and broken bones, obviously the excited young man in front of him doesn't know yet.

Yu Xuezheng said to the young man: "Do you know who our ancestor is?" ”

After the young man shook his head, Xue Xuezheng continued: "Ten thousand years ago, the last sword immortal who ascended Qingfeng is the ancestor of our lineage, the ancestor did not ascend before the ancestor was in the same lineage, and it was extremely brilliant, but after the sword immortal ancestor ascended, it gradually declined, and it was okay at first, and today after ten thousand years, there is only one of our lineages. ”

After speaking, Xuxue was taking out a blue book-covered book from behind him and handed it to Xuwu.

Yu Wushu stretched out his hand to take it, found that the book did not have a title, and looked up at his father with puzzled eyes.

Xue Xue Zheng said: "This book is the ancestor's handwritten book, which records many of his own perceptions and cultivation methods of swordsmanship, from today on, you must practice hard every day, and you must not slack off, in the future, the world may undergo abnormal changes, and the immortal realm may not be able to soar." ”

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Yu Wushu is already fifteen years old, and he has been practicing day and night every day in the past few years, and the reason for this may be that the height of the teenager is almost equal to that of an ordinary adult man.

During the five years, he mainly practiced the swordsmanship in the nameless book and a boxing book called 'Zhengqi Fist' during the day, and tried to seduce the aura of heaven and earth into the body at night.

Now that he entered the late stage of the Peiyuan Realm half a year ago, this kind of talent is not rare, but it is also extremely good.

At this time, Yu Wushu was in a secluded open space outside the village, lifting a stone mill of three or four hundred catties with both hands, and constantly lifting it above his head, and then putting it down and lifting it back and forth, because it was not possible to quote the spiritual energy into the body now, so he could only refine the body first.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body, outlining the boy's somewhat muscular body, and soon he looked up to see that the sun was almost noon.

Let go of the stone mill, and a puff of dust rose from the ground after a 'Peng' sound.

He walked under a tree and reached out to take a pure white robe that was placed on a branch, put on the robe with the dust on his body, and strode towards the village.

I saw that Yu Invincible was walking faster and faster, and finally he was already running like a leopard that had always been agile, and each step was more than two or three feet away.

After passing through a big river with rough waves, the river is about seven or eight feet wide, and when he ran to the river, he suddenly exerted his strength, and his legs stepped on the ground with two large footprints more than one finger deep.

Like ribbed wings, he soared into the air, his eyes closed, and his hands open, feeling like he was really flying.

The white robes were hunting in the air as the wind blew oncoming them.

When you are about to land, you lean forward slightly, bend your legs slightly to reduce the impact of landing, and there is no unexpected sound after your feet touch the ground, the sound is negligible, and even the dust is not a little.

After landing smoothly, he ran forward with the force of his body's forward thrust, like a gale.

After returning home and washing up briefly, he walked to the main hall, and when he stepped through the door, he saw that the food had been set on the table, and his parents were also seated, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

During the meal, he found that his mother's face was a little wrong, and he wanted to say something several times, but he kept putting vegetables into his bowl.

After eating, Xue Xuezheng said: "Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles, the same is true for the way of cultivation, everything in the world contains the essence of the avenue, tomorrow you will go out to practice, use your feet to walk all over the five continents, step on the mountains and rivers, and then what realm you can reach completely depends on your own understanding and chance." ”

After Xu Xuezheng finished speaking, the cheeks of the wives sitting next to him were already raining down tears, seeing her mother crying so sadly, her invincible nose was slightly sour, and the tears were already rolling in her eyes.

Then he stabilized his mood and said: "Mother, don't worry about me, I will definitely live well outside, and when you see me again, I will definitely become a real man." ”

The young woman wiped her tears with her hands and nodded,

In the end, I gave some instructions, such as taking good care of yourself outside, don't sleep in the wild if you can live in a hotel, don't eat vegetarian if you can eat meat, don't be serious when you encounter danger, life is the most important thing, things that can be avoided, try not to get burned, etc.

Yu Wuxian nodded and wrote them down one by one.

Early the next morning, after the family had breakfast, the family of three and the old housekeeper who was always smiling walked to the gate, but there was no smile on the old man's face today.

When he arrived at the gate, he handed the burden in his hand to Yu Wushu and said: "The path of cultivation is not only cultivation, but also cultivation, the same rice to raise a hundred kinds of people, do not ask everyone to be the same as themselves, but ask yourself to have a clear conscience, when you encounter something that you can't figure out, you might as well read more books." ”

After Yu Xuezheng finished speaking, he took an ordinary sheathed iron sword from the old butler next to him and handed it to Yu Wushu for self-defense.

After my mother's parents once again told me a thousand things, no less than dozens of things, big and small, I turned around and walked east.

The three of them stared at the young man's distant back film and video line for a long time, until the young man disappeared from sight.

Two of the three were already in tears.

When the boy went out of the mountain, he only had a sword and a burden, and there were two books in the baggage, an unknown sword book, a Confucian classic called 'Junzi Xing', a phoenix-tailed bamboo purple pen, and a set of change of clothes, and ten taels of silver.