The Sword Dynasty

A bright moon reflected in the well.

Yanshangdu, next to the water well of Xian Fuzong, Zhang Yi was taking a break, rubbing his swollen right shoulder.

It is not difficult for him as a practitioner to carry water, but the roads of some places in Xianfuzong are very different from the roads of the outside world. In those places, carrying water is more than ordinary people outside carrying water on mountain roads. It's much harder.

"Why are you not sad?"

A familiar voice passed into his pinna, he knew it was Su Qin.

He turned around slowly, looking at Su Qin walking in the night, somewhat puzzled.

Su Qin looked at him indifferently, stood at the end of the well, and then repeated again: "Why aren't you sad?"

Zhang Yi was a little stunned, but out of courtesy, he still said: "Why should I be sad?"

"You are also the best at Baiyang Cave, most favored by the teachers. At Minshan Jianhui, you also got the opportunity to learn from Minshan Jianzong. It is also outstanding in the whole Changling, but when you come here, you It’s not inflow. Just this month, you will be fined seven times.”

Su Qinwei sneered and said, "The people who started with you entered the third hall at the worst, but you didn't even understand the meaning of the first hall. Don't tell me you are not sad."

Zhang Yi finally understood, but his gentle face did not change much, but was convinced that Su Qin could not understand himself.

He was very polite, but for a person like Su Qin who could never understand himself, he knew that there was no use in talking more, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Sometimes people like him are only mildly silent, and falling into the eyes of some people is contempt and resistance.

Su Qin looked at him and frowned slowly.

"Look at this rune."

He said slowly to Zhang Yi: "This is one of the thirty symbols of the Xian Fu Zong."

After saying this, his left hand moved slightly.

A click sounded from the wooden bucket beside Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at the bucket, then turned to look at Su Qin's left hand, he was shocked, his face pale.

The water in the bucket beside him was still, but there were several cracks in the bucket, and water was flowing slowly out of it.

Su Qin's left hand is still weirdly twisted. It is still a waste hand that can't hold the sword again in this life, but Zhang Yi clearly feels that the rune comes from his left hand.

Looking at Zhang Yi's slightly white face, Su Qin smiled happily, "Stones from other mountains can attack jade. The twisted flesh and meridians can no longer use swords, but they can exert unique charms, can you? Understand the feelings of Liu Yinhuaming?"

"Congratulations." Zhang Yi said.

He doesn’t like Su Qin anymore, even if the other party used to be his respected brother, but his current He Xi is still very sincere, because what he thinks is that if Su Qin is blessed by misfortune instead, this scrapped hand can let him show more A powerful rune, then he hates his favorite little teacher much less.

It's just that he is still too kind, and he still doesn't know enough about people like Su Qin.

Su Qin listened to his He Xi, his smile gradually disappeared, and eventually turned into a cold satire.

"Now Xian Fuzong has this pair of buckets. When you pick up the mountain, the water will leak half. So you will pick twice as much water as before."

"Even if you keep picking from now on, you have to pick from midnight to mid-day. Your tomorrow's early test will be insane, and it should not pass again...you will continue to carry water."

"You said you are not sad. But I have been with these two buckets of water and these mountain roads, but I don't believe you are not sad."

After ironically speaking these words, Su Qin turned and left without looking back.

Zhang Yi still can't understand Su Qin.

However, he did not go to the teacher to make a statement.

He felt that it was pointless to go to the teacher of Xian Fuzong to argue about such a thing in order to pick more water.

But time will be cramped accordingly.

So he stopped resting and began to carry water.

The clear well water continued to infiltrate along the gap of the wooden barrel, dripping, and fell on the mossy mountain path.

Su Qin is right.

On the moon, he hasn't finished the water yet.

Both of his shoulders were already red and swollen, and they bulged high. Needless to say, the shoulders even touched the clothes. The weight of the clothes made him feel painful.

His footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.

It was so heavy that it shattered some dry moss on the mountain road.

The water droplets on the barrel and the sweat on his body continually spilled, infiltrating many dry places on this mountain road.

He still insists.

The face is gentle without impatience.

But suddenly, his eyes were filled with shock.

He saw many strange silver rays.

The silver light is very weak, coming from the dozens of stone steps on this mountain road that make him feel difficult to walk.

These faint silver rays emanated from where the dry moss fell off, and the silver rays of each stone step eventually formed a mysterious character in his eyes.

He still has difficulty understanding the specific meaning of these characters.

Unable to understand deeply, he naturally looked at only the most apparent shapes of these characters.

Looking at the shapes of these characters, the real elements suppressed by the strange powers emanating from these stone steps in his body seemed to naturally flow along with the shapes of these characters, forming a strange cycle.

The true elements in his body began to flow slowly.

Under the confinement of his power many times, his real element also began to flow.

The true element can flow and can be used.

The water on his shoulders, under the support of his true yuan, began to become powerless.

Then Zhang Yi's breath stopped, and his mood became more and more shocked.

The characters formed by the silver light emitted from these stone steps obviously form a method of circulation of the true elements.

And with the power of these steps, he can feel that although his real element is flowing slowly, he has been grinding through many places in his body like grinding, and some qualitative changes are taking place in his body.

This true yuan exercise is many times stronger than the true yuan exercise he practiced in Baiyang Cave.

His footsteps couldn't help but stop.

The moon is transiting.

The silver rays on the stone steps began to disappear, and the characters seemed to never exist.

Zhang Yi began to understand that there was enough water flowing out of the bucket and dripping sweat himself, and the moonlight in the sky was bright enough to finally let those faint traces on the stone steps shine through the faint ones. Silver light.

It's just that there are traces on these stone steps?

How could there be such an exercise method, but usually no teacher mentioned it?

Zhang Yi wondered.

Of course he didn't know it. At this time, an old man who knew him but didn't know his identity was looking at him in a grassy house across the mountain road. His eyes were filled with relief and emotion.

The Xian Fu Zong has a lot of powerful Shang Fu, but in fact, among the mountains and rivers of this Xian Fu Zong, the strongest true charm left by several generations of the Sect Master is hidden.

Many people have spent their entire lives searching for powerful means of confrontation in those classics and teaching plans, but have not even noticed a true sign.

The reason is that the heads of those people are too high, they always look at the sky, want to fly to the sky, refuse to look down at the road, or because of other?

In any case, even before this summer, Zhang Yi has already obtained one of the most important true signs of Xian Fuzong.

The old man was very satisfied, but also convinced that his decision was fine.

...

After the moon passes the sky, the moonlight begins to dim.

In an alley in Shangdu, there were several barks.

The capital city of the Dayan Dynasty has gone through a hundred years. Although it has changed, it has not undergone drastic rectification like the Changling Mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty. Therefore, the height of the house is different, the width of the roadway is changed, the new house and the old house are scattered, and it looks like the old and the new are intertwined. At the same time as the new weather makes this capital city very artistic, it also makes the night more complicated.

A foreigner with a follower is not very familiar with this alley.

He stepped on a piece of standing water.

Dirty upper.

The entourage behind him lightly avoided all the puddles that could taint his new shoes. The shoes were extremely clean.

The dog barked, but at the two ends of the complex alley of this road, there were many people.

The foreigners seem to have expected it for a long time, but they just salute the front, the voice is a little tired, and some are empty: "Just begging for food, please be a convenience."