The old scholar stood on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, his sleeves fluttering in the mountain wind and making a hunting sound.
At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind, how can he still feel a bit shabby?
The old scholar looked eight hundred miles away, and the sudden light, even from such a long distance, still made the old man feel a little dazzling. The old man nodded slightly and said: "After so many years, , although the edge of the sword is much blunter than the rumors, but the sharpness contained in it has not weakened much. It is really amazing, after thousands of years, it can still possess such a weight of energy and spirit, but... ..."
The old scholar quickly smiled and said: "I will rely on this mountain to help you retreat. Fighting is something that can only be done as little as possible. It will hurt your temper."
The mountain at the old man’s feet, which he had imagined and painted, could not be more famous.
The China-Earth Divine Continent, which has the largest territory among the nine continents, has a large mountain called Suishan. , there are "Ancestor of the Five Mountains" carved on the sacred cliff, "Gangfeng Xu Lai" left by the Taoist ancestor's first disciple, and the four characters "Only I Wudang" carved with the fingers of the military sage.
There are more than 180 stone carvings of emperors from all continents and dynasties who came here to pray to heaven, including cursive, seal and official script. These mysterious words and cliffs are full of mystery. , stretching from the rooftop platform at the top of Suishan Mountain to halfway down the mountain, places of interest and historical sites can be seen almost everywhere.
The old scholar looked at the bright sword light and was a little surprised. He had seen Chen Ping'an's sword-holding gesture when he first appeared at the entrance of the old well. It was really unsightly. Even the old scholar treated him like this. People who are not good at martial arts can't stand it. But at this moment, seeing the young man holding the sword horizontally in front of him, the old man had only one feeling.
Stable.
The young man’s hand holding the sword is very steady, and his heart is very calm and steady, so his whole soul and spirit are more stable.
After the tall woman poured all her sword power into the "Old Sword Strip", the next moment, with a more ethereal figure and a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, she appeared directly in the heart of the young Chen Ping'an. With her bare eyes and bare feet, when her toes gently tapped on the lake, ripples appeared, and the young man began to express his thoughts.
Her warm voice resounded through the young man's heart, "Don't rush to take action, first get used to the feeling of a ten-level qigong practitioner."
"The so-called swordsmanship moves are just There are so many kinds, but there are not many tricks that can be changed. This is the difference between the martial arts masters in later generations and the immortal family on the mountain. There are highs and lows. If others are like wells and streams, and you are like lakes and rivers, you will naturally be a thousand times better than others."
"The length of your sword energy depends on the development of your body and energy. The more holes you open, the deeper your potential is. Others only have an inferior blessed land, but you have all the blessed lands. The difference between the two is huge! The meridians are like roads. The tougher and wider they are, others are like single-plank bridges.Yangchanglu, you are the great road to the sky, how can I compete with you? "
She looked around, and after seeing the young man's state of mind, she smiled and said softly: "Do you understand? ”
The young man is having a hard time adapting to the feeling of cultivation in the ten realms. In addition, the airflow around his body is extremely turbulent. He can’t even open his eyes, let alone speak. Fortunately, she told him that he only needs to recite silently in his heart. That’s fine. The young man told her honestly, “I understand, but I don’t know how to do it. ”
She was not surprised at all and burst into laughter.
Chen Ping’an didn’t know what was going on and continued to try his best to adapt to himself as a ten-level Qigong practitioner.
That weird feeling is indescribable.
It's like a hungry person whose stomach is suddenly filled with big fish and meat, without leaving any gaps, and all the energy is gone. Open up.
The vital energy that was originally like a roaming fire dragon suddenly transformed from the size of a needle thread to the size of an exaggerated loach, swimming rapidly through the meridians throughout the body. , unobstructed, constantly enveloping the Qi in each Qi Mansion acupoint, like a snowball, with that posture, it feels like it will not stop until it turns into a veritable dragon.
The body is as clear as glass, and the meridians of the trunk are stretched. Relaxing like golden branches and jade leaves.
The true energy is pure and pure, and the long-lasting vision
The sayings that Lin Shouyi once mentioned came to Chen Ping'an's mind one after another. p>
Above the heart lake, she whispered: "It's not even that interesting. After all, sword cultivators are not ordinary Qi practitioners. "
Then she raised her head and looked into the distance. Through Chen Pingan's alchemy room, she looked directly at the boulder on the top of the mountain and asked with a smile: "What do you think? Otherwise, if you shamelessly move out of Suishan to defend against the enemy, it will be too overwhelming. ”
“I just want you to be convinced of the defeat.” ”
The old scholar understood the idea, laughed heartily, hesitated for a moment, and narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes wandered over the entire mountain, and finally his eyes focused on a cliff, on which there was an ancient swordsman with a powerful sword. A strange "copybook" written by Qi is exactly the "Flying Sword Poster" that attracted countless sword cultivators to observe and learn from it in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, and even built huts under the cliffs to learn the art of swordsmanship.
"Take it." Just go, how much you can take depends on your ability. Zuo Xiaozi was like you at first and had not yet formally learned the sword. He accidentally climbed a mountain to look at the characters on the cliff. At this glance, he caught six characters. The talent and qualifications for practicing swordsmanship will be determined immediately. In swordsmanship, geniuses emerge in large numbers, but geniuses also come in different sizes. Five characters will definitely make you a land swordsman. Chen Ping'an, let's see how you are! ”
I saw the old man wave his sleeves, and the seven simple characters on the cliff flew out of the cliff and flew towards Chen Pingan eight hundred miles away. In an instant, they were next to Chen Pingan, and they had turned into slaps. The large and small ancient seal scripts were glittering with golden light, and each character was spinning rapidly around Chen Pingan.
But in the end, no one word was willing to get close to Chen Pingan, and the distance became wider and wider. Far, finally just make a U-turnFly past and return.
When the old scholar saw this scene, he was embarrassed and guilty, and murmured: "It's self-defeating, Xiao Ping'an, I'm sorry. How could I have imagined that these words are so disrespectful..."
The woman who stepped on Chen Ping'an's heart snorted coldly.
The old scholar sneered and said: "It's tricky, it's really tricky. What should I do? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'll try a more worry-free method. It doesn't bother me. Suishan and I We are an old friend of the Mountain God. I know very well what his family background is. If it doesn’t work, I will just..."
"I’m not surprised that those seven words look down on me."< /p>
At this moment, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and stopped talking to the tall woman from his heart. Instead, he said directly, "And actually I don't want them either, really!"
She was shocked.
The young man increased his strength, held the long sword in his hand, and said slowly: "When I was practicing boxing, I always had a feeling that by the end of the practice, the punch would be very fast, and I even felt it was the fastest. Now that you are by my side, I think it is enough. No words are needed. The next sword will be very fast! Believe me, it will be very fast!"
The woman nodded.
The old scholar was also stunned, and said: "This tone is really like Xiao Qi when he was a boy."
The old man had a smile in his eyes, but he deliberately opened his throat and snorted coldly. Said: "I want to see if this sword can make your boy's tenth realm cultivation show the strength of the eleventh realm or the twelve realms! Chen Ping'an, don't hold back. In the end, you only show seven or eight. Come on, come on, if this sword is not handed out, the day lily will be cold!"
After the old man finished teasing the young man, he sat cross-legged and murmured: "The poet has something to say, I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried it before. I show you today that there is no injustice. But there are so many injustices in the world, but there is only one sword."
The old scholar smiled casually. He no longer had these sad feelings of spring and autumn, and gloated: "Besides, it takes ten years for others to sharpen a sword, but Chen Ping'an, the sword in your hand takes ten thousand years."
Chen Pingan and the tall woman almost said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
Chen Pingan began to run forward.
The young man dragged his sword away.
The old scholar who took all this into consideration just smiled and shook his head.
The young man ran forward with his head held high.
The young man jumped up high and slashed down with his sword.
Everything is silent.
There is no amazing sword light that shines on the heaven and earth, and there is no sword energy that penetrates the rainbow.
But at this moment, on the boulder on the top of the mountain, the old man who originally sat facing south turned sideways.
On the surface of the Heart Lake, the woman suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake, closed her eyes and said slowly: "Ten thousand years."
At the same time, next to the well of Qiulu Inn , Li Baoping, who had been studying the scroll, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Why did the scroll suddenly have a crack?"