The Sword Dynasty

Even if powerful practitioners can quickly enter the fixed practice, the process of transforming the five qi in the body and the qi of heaven and earth into the true energy also takes a lot of time.Especially in such places that may be attacked by horse thieves, soldiers, bandits or fierce beasts at any time, it is naturally impossible for ordinary practitioners to waste the true element and always keep the true element in their body in a very abundant state.

The leader of the gang Luo Zhongjing is not a practitioner, but he has seen many practitioners fight, so with the previous picture of Zhang Yi moving his sword and fetching stones, he can also be sure that Zhang Yi is not the kind of existence that is so strong that it can be wasted.

Therefore, Zhang Yi's behavior at this time is naturally very stupid to him.

However, it is different for Zhang Yi.

As in the Minshan Sword Society, many people seem to have meaningless things that are more important to Zhang Yi than his life.

Because of this, he is himself and Zhang Yi.

Before letting the old man take off his clothes and take a bath, he tried the water temperature carefully, and even picked some herbs from the surroundings that could have a certain effect on rheumatism, rash and sores, and put them in the water.

He even started to wash the clothes that the old man changed, and after washing, used the precious real element to shake off all the moisture in the clothes, making the old man's gray robe clean as new.

Looking at him with his gentle posture and old man's clean and new robe, the unpleasant breath no longer passed into his nose. Somehow, even the leader of the horse gang Luo Zhongjing who couldn't help but scold Zhang Yi before There was silence, and a different emotion emerged in my heart.

After soaking for a long time like a bathing hot spring, the old man who put on clean clothes uttered a moan from the throat, but still did not thank Zhang Yi, but just got into the account himself and fell asleep quickly.

Zhang Yi checked the camp account and determined that Qinliang's mountain breeze wasn't directly blowing the old man's face. This set off a fire beside the old stone pit where the old man bathed.

When the wood was turned into red charcoal, and no pungent fireworks smell came out, Zhang Yi was very solemn and careful to take the hand-written sword sutra from the chest close to his chest, and began to seriously understand it.

The sword in the sword sutra is extremely lonely, like the ice edge in the highest wind on the highest peak of Minshan, making him seem to be unable to bear the tingling of his eyes at this time, and the ice needles naturally appear under his skin. Wear it like a chill.

This kind of swordsmanship is very inconsistent with his gentle and elegant personality, but for him, this sword classic represents the recognition and appreciation of Minshan Jianzong for him. This is a great glory and a heavy weight. So he will do his best to learn this sword sutra.

With true respect and gratitude, instead of contending with this sword intention, he merged into the period faster, just like following in the footsteps of Baili Suxue, his mind was immersed in a sharp stroke.

If the Minshan Jianzong practitioner who was instructed to pass on his sword scripture could clearly know the state of his practice, he would also be deeply shocked by the progress of his practice.

Zhang Yi's mind moved along with the strokes in the sword scriptures. Unconsciously, he forgot the passage of time, even the environment at this time, and the original meaning of those words in the sword scriptures.

His thoughts were flying fast with the pen, like a mountain breeze traversing between the canyons, like a meteor passing through the sky, like a fish suddenly jumping out of the water, and then disappeared after splashing waves.

These strokes let a sword of the Buddha jump up actively, turning into countless mysterious traces in his perception.

Everything is so smooth, and it goes without saying.

In fact, the sword emanating from the sword scripture is as arrogant as the sword edge in the cold wind at the top of Minshan Mountain, but it represents the personal mood and temperament of Baili Suxue, but only the appearance of this sword scripture description. Rather than the true original meaning of this Jian Jing.

The true original meaning of this Jian Jing is that the sword is clear-minded and it is taken for granted.

The truth that many people tell you is not the truth.

Only what you take for granted after hearing it is your true reason.

The true gentleman is not contaminated by foreign objects and will not violate his own way.

When he is doing things and using a sword, he will be in accordance with the principles of this sword sutra, and will only use the sword meaning he takes for granted.

If Zhang Yi is just like some hypocritical gentlemen in Changling, what he does is not the same as what he thinks in his heart, even if he has such a sword scripture, it is impossible to comprehend its true meaning.

So Baixue Xuexue chose the right sword sutra and the right person.

When consciousness jumped with those smooth strokes until the last stroke was high into the sky, Zhang Yi only felt that his body was light, as if the entire soul leaped from the heavenly spirit, rushed into the sky, overlooking his body.

This feeling is mysterious and novel, and it makes people feel terrified.

Zhang Yi woke up, he realized that his clothes had been soaked in dew, the sky in the distance was white, and he passed silently overnight.

All those sharp strokes disappeared into his sea of ​​knowledge like a tide, but when these pen strokes receded towards a place, it was like leaving a trace on the beach, a clear sword path appeared in his mind .

He realized a sword.

He began to understand the first sword in this sword.

With a snoring, he seemed to suddenly have another channel deep in his heart, but what made his eyes wide open for a moment was that he clearly felt some rapid energy fluctuations in front of him, but he didn't feel that there was any. Any vitality came out through the body, and even the true element in his body did not lose any more points.

A very smooth and comfortable feeling, but immediately pervaded his body.

At that moment, the old man in Yandi in the camp also turned over and woke up.

His turbid eyes became crystal clear at this moment, as if the vitality that had just fluctuated in front of Zhang Yi all gathered in his eyes.

But it was only at the next moment that his eyes became muddy again.

"I want to drink."

Then he directly shouted at Zhang Yi with a bad tone.

Hearing the old man's call, Zhang Yi collected the lambskin roll close to him without much thought and came to the old man's account.

"I want to drink hot water, not warm water."

The old man seemed to think he didn't come fast enough and said angrily.

"it is good."

Zhang Yi didn't say much, but the pace of turning to the caravan station was a little faster.

...

Dongfang lights up the fish belly white. When Ye Xiangnan woke up and walked out of his hut, he found a handsome man with a sword-brown star standing beside the carriage of Minshan Jianzong at the gate of Moyuan.

Ye Zhennan is a young man who does not fear strong enemies or even death. However, when he saw this handsome man, he still felt nervous and restrained, and still felt awe.

Because this extremely handsome man is Dantai Guanjian.

For a long time, Dantai Guanjian has always been regarded as the strongest existence of Jianzong Min in addition to Baili Suxue.

Even many practitioners in the Seven Realms wondered why Dantai Guanjian could be so fast, why his sword and man could break through common sense, and it was several times faster than the average practitioner's flying sword.

Dantai Guanjian didn't talk to Shao Shaman who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, but he didn't rush into the park either. He just seemed to be waiting quietly for the sunrise.

Ye Zhennan had already seen Dantai Guanjian during the Jianhui, but somehow, even at that time, he did not feel that Dantai Guanjian had the solemnity of today.

Although there is no complicated etiquette and procedures, Dantai Guanjian just stands there quietly and waits for the sunrise, but Ye Framenan feels clearly that something big is happening.

In the east of sunrise, there were thousands of golden lights, and the sky was completely bright.

Ye Zhennan looked blankly, only to see that Dantai Guanjian's body was coated with a layer of gold.

Then Tantai Jianjian gently nodded to him as a salute, and then bowed slightly to Shao murder.

Then a soft breath came out of his body, making his body extra clean, and even the finest dust on the sapphire robe was blown away completely.

Then Dantai watched the sword and stepped into the Moyuan.