After running for twenty miles, Zang Xingjie turned around and didn't notice that the purple-clothed beauty was chasing and killing before he dared to stop and rest for a while, leaning on a birch tree, the long sword named Guanyin in his hand worked hard to make a crutch, Zang Xingjie bent over and panted without grace, and said to himself happily, "Fortunately, the young master's sword heart is pure, otherwise he would have fallen into the way of that girl." ”

Wiping off the sweat from the corners of his forehead, the swordsman held the hilt of the sword horizontally and put it on the trunk of the tree, the ancient tree shook violently, the leaves fell, and the soil on the tip of the Guanyin sword scabbard was shaken off. Glancing to the north, the young swordsman laughed loudly: "Brother Ji, wait for me!"

A few days later, in the northernmost part of the West Mountain, Ji Lingsheng was walking slowly at the foot of a mountain, in front of him was a white snow-capped mountain, behind him was the autumn forest that had just fallen leaves, and it had been two or three years since he went down to Qingyun Mountain, which was enough time from swaddling to staggering, and he had not yet walked out of the forest of Xishan.

Shaking his head, Ji Lingsheng didn't seem to be able to count his age.

Ji Lingsheng walked in front of him, and the black wind followed around, and a pair of thief eyes swept back and forth on the branches of the nearby trees, looking for delicious berries that lured horses with color or luster. Since he left Qingyun Peak, Ji Lingsheng has walked all the way to the north, and he has never driven the horse next to him, Heifeng is happy, and all the energy saved is spent on begging for food with Ji Lingsheng, and he doesn't know who takes care of whom.

Approaching the snow peak, there are fewer trees, but the mountain wind is even colder, stepping on the cold rocks, almost making people have the illusion of not being able to open their eyes, Hei Feng shrank his head and hid behind Ji Lingsheng, with a smug look in his eyes, and by the way, he arched Ji Lingsheng's back with a big nose, urging him to move forward quickly. Changing to the previous Ji Gongzi, it is estimated that he will have to get out of the way immediately, so that this beast can taste the cold wind like a knife cutting flesh and bones, Ji Lingsheng smiled, the pace is still the same, the distance between the feet has always remained the same, and the distance between each step is the same, as if it was deliberately done and as if it was unintentional.

After the soles of the feet leave, they will leave a shallow footprint on the hard black stone, Ji Lingsheng covered the aura all over the body, resisting the cold wind, and at the same time, the thirteen zodiac vortices all over the body turned, and two of the eight doors from the head to the dantian were opened, and the aura gushed out, swimming to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

From the vertical and horizontal paths around Mo Qingge's Flower Valley, Ji Lingsheng saw a little doorway, tried to gather the aura on the soles of his feet, and deliberately stepped on the same depth of footprints, which was quite difficult to use at first, and accidentally stepped out of a small pit or even disappeared from the marks. After that, Ji Lingsheng hurried during the day, spent all the spiritual energy in his body on the road, meditated cross-legged at night, recovered his breath, and repeated for several days before he could barely keep the pace consistent.

After some tossing, the weird red aura has not grown much, and the subtle control of the aura has gone to a higher level, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy, the old man Ji used to say that the path of cultivation lies in the feet, but it is not more than a step at a time, and this is probably what it means.

Ji Lingsheng has a bad memory, and unexpectedly these fragmented thoughts and lengthy teachings are extremely profound.

Looking at the sword-drawn snow-capped mountain that went straight into the sky, Ji Lingsheng remembered the remarks of the black-clothed swordsman Zang Xingjie about his sword intent, according to the little-known swordsman who loved to boast of Haikou, his sword intent has five folds, the five heart realms are different, the artistic conception is different, the sword intent achieves the sword, the sword intent derives the sword move, and the three-foot green blade is born in thousands of weather.

The first is the sword in the hand, cultivating to the pure sword heart, breaking all kinds of demons, until the sword melts into its body, attacking the sword and the Nine Dragons Chongchuan is shaking the mountains and shaking the mountain, and the sword is like two snakes fighting without destroying the grass and trees, in short, it is a sharp sword that can be used as the realm of the left and right hands. Ji Lingsheng also tried to think about whether his sickle could enter this realm at that time, and whether it could be used as an opportunity to break through the realm.

Qi Imperial Sword is the second level, urging spiritual power to qi imperial sword, although it is still far from taking people's heads thousands of miles away, but it is already the strength of the realm that can be volleyed by the sword, and the second weight can be compared to the realm, according to this deduction, it seems to be a little terrifying.

The third realm of sword intent is the Yifei Sword, and the young swordsman was quite fascinated when he talked about it, and said with a sigh on his face that it was a peerless sword immortal who would lead the sword for thousands of miles at the slightest move, and return to the sect with ten thousand swords at every turn. As for the fourth realm, Zang Xingji, who was full of excitement, didn't mention it too much, and even he didn't know whether he had a sword in his heart or no sword in his heart, so he could only look forward to it from a small perspective, as for the last realm, this confused swordsman didn't even know whether that realm existed or not, and whether it was possible to achieve it.

Thinking of this, Ji Lingsheng couldn't help but stop, and Hei Feng, who was shaking his head behind him to steal the warmth, was startled, and his eyes complained.

Ask yourself, Ji Lingsheng is almost ignorant of cultivation, Qingyunzi did not teach him how to cultivate, only taught him to meditate, his understanding of cultivation is only a few realms that can be named, and there are also earth secrets that can step into the void, and Tianxuan has three tribulations and other superficial knowledge. But he has a hungry ambition, he also wants to resurrect the white moon, find Xueyu, and see Mo Qingge again in his lifetime, and all of these require the power to override all beings.

"Brother Ji!"

A shout from the headwind interrupted Ji Lingsheng's stunned distraction.

Ji Lingsheng looked at the black-clothed swordsman who trotted to his side, frowned and asked, "Didn't you go to the south of Xishan, why did you come back again?"

The swordsman Zang Xingjie is half a head taller than the brilliant Ji Lingsheng, plus a masculine face, if there is no ruffian face and arbitrarily tied hair bundles, he can also be a righteous knight, and it is not a problem to be a young swordsman who wanders the rivers and lakes.

Zang Xingjie and Ji Lingsheng didn't fall too far in the confrontation, but now they were frozen by the biting cold wind, and Zang Xingji, who finally had a trace of heat and qi around his arms, trembled his teeth and said: "This monk of Xishan can't help fighting, I will go to Donglian with you to take a look, if you don't stay in the south and suffer from swordsmanship and nowhere to perform, it is really lonely as snow." ”

Ji Lingsheng could probably guess that this guy was chased by many people, and he didn't break it, so he pretended to be suspicious: "I thought that the Sword Immortal had become extraordinary, but I didn't expect that I was afraid of the cold." Zang Xingji's face was stunned, and he explained: "The sword fairy is also a human, but you look like a woman, and you are not afraid of the cold, why don't you lend me some aura to keep out the cold?"

Ji Lingsheng, who was born with an excellent skin, was not angry, one hand on the shoulder of the black-clothed swordsman, and the aura swirled, slowly driving away the cold qi of the swordsman's body, too fast and too hurtful to his body, maybe he was not very warm, so he had to be infected with the wind chill for more than ten days. Zang Xingjie felt better, and he spoke neatly, and said with a long breath and a cheeky smile: "Take advantage of you first, and when my double sword intent just repays you some interest, then you will be at ease." ”

It seems that he is used to it, Ji Lingsheng did not refute, but asked casually: "How many sword intent are you now?", Zang Xingwei looked embarrassed, and wanted to say it categorically, but after thinking about it, he hesitated and said, "Half heavy?" Ji Lingsheng walked away.

The swordsman, whose face had regained his ruddy face, immediately shouted at Ji Lingsheng's back: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. ”

Unexpectedly, it was Hei Feng's face of "disdain", and he asked a horse to be looked down upon in his heart? Zang Xingjie wiped his eyes, this brute who used his ass to deal with him had already followed Ji Lingsheng away.

The black-clothed swordsman quickly followed, and Ji Lingsheng just turned his head and asked him, "What's going on with that Immortal Sect, and what does it have to do with you?"

Zang Xingji's expression was slightly gloomy, and he frowned: "A small sect entrenched at the junction of the border between Siyue and Xia Kingdom, the sect master's name is Yuan Qi, pseudo-realm strength, and there are two Xuan Palaces to worship the old man, which is also a big force. After all, the emperors of the southern land are very taboo about monks forming alliances, so the number of immortals in the sect has always been less than thirty, in the final analysis, it is a group of loose cultivators who take money to do things, and there is a name for pretending to be a façade, and when it comes to destroying the sect, no one will stick to the sect. ”

Ji Lingsheng nodded, and asked again: "Then how did you come out of there?", the swordsman also knew that this was obvious, and said with a wry smile: "People don't want to see me, but it's okay, doesn't the saying say that there is no place to leave people here?" ”

The swordsman wrapped the thin black clothes on his body tightly, but his left hand wrapped in white cloth was exposed, so that Ji Lingsheng couldn't help but pay more attention to it, Zang Xingwei's right hand touched the long sword that exposed his shoulder, and the ancient sword kicked out of its sheath by half an inch, and said with a cruel smile: "I can't do it this time, don't let that old man know what it means to bully a young man to be poor, you see, the merciful Guanyin wants to drink some human blood, Brother Ji, what do you think?"

Ji Lingsheng frowned, Zang Xingjie seems to have a big heart, but he also understands some human feelings, people do not tend to be unprofitable, this is human nature, how can anyone be willing to help you take revenge, so he discussed and said: "Although the Immortal Sect is not big, there are no treasures, but there are many secret books, Brother Ji is really not moved?"

Ji Lingsheng, who was too lazy to listen to the unscrupulous swordsman's serious words, looked as usual, did not show a clue, and pouted: "How can you be sure that I need those things? ”

Zang Xingyu laughed after hearing this, put his arm around Ji Lingsheng's shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "They are all brothers who want to break through the world together, what garlic are you still pretending to be with me, from the last time I fought with you, I can see that you can do it in addition to cultivation, and the magic spell is not at all, and the secret of the Immortal Sect as a treasure is a little bit now, and I am not rare, but it is absolutely harmless to you now, how about it?"

Ji Lingsheng's footsteps did not stop, and his brows did not loosen.

The swordsman added: "It's not to go to the pseudo-realm masters to fight hard, just disgust them, it's a big deal, let's run to the wasteland, how can they catch up with us?"

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Ji Lingsheng's heart, he thought about it again and again, shook his head and smiled: "Then try to see if you can get rich and risky." ”

The deal was almost an instant hit.