C8 Lend Me the Sword Case

Since the sword doesn't recognize you, then the matter of the liquor should be put on hold, "the drunk neighbor said to Ling Yun, who was cleaning up without panicking," Since you waved the sword 3,000 times a day since today, I won't disturb your daily routine. Read the book and eat the food according to the rules.

"What else?"

Ling Yun asked.

"There is no reason in this world to become a fatty just by eating one bite. A skyscraper rises from the ground, but a person was born in a high-rise. I see that you are Teacher Meng's student, so I can help you."

If he wanted to take a shortcut, he could help, but what happened after that was not something he could care about. Cultivating the way of the sword was originally very bitter, and one's talent was not good enough, or one's foundation was not solid enough.

"Teacher taught me to read, so I need to be slow. Practicing the sword is like reading a book, I can't be fast."

He was not in a hurry, he was really not in a hurry.

"The most basic sword moves are also nothing more than footwork, vision, movement, as well as fighting techniques, basic footwork, footwork, horse stance, rest, footwork, cross step, empty footstep, and seating plate."

"The reason why sword cultivation is known for its killing power is that swordsmen fight the enemy. They find places where the enemy is weak, and thus obtain the most fruitful results. Therefore, one must have a good eye."

"His movement technique has the ability to flip over. Turn around and wait."

On the other hand, the skills of an arcane skill, drawing, carrying, lifting, griming, striking, piercing, point, breaking, breaking, stirring, pressuring, chopping, carrying, washing, clouds, hanging, lifting, slashing, slicing, pricking, piercing, circling, etc., are the most complex sword techniques under the heavens, like the ocean's secrets. You will not be able to produce these most basic moves, but you will have to practice the sword moves that I have concealed earlier everyday, painstakingly training them for three thousand times.

Ling Yun did not dare to let down his guard, so he carefully memorized the fact that his drinker neighbor was teaching him swordsmanship.

"I need to leave for a few days. In these few days, you can get used to the exhaustion after I swing my sword for three thousand times. When I return, I will formally begin practicing the sword. Do you remember?"

the drunk neighbor asked.

The more he was a sword cultivator, the more he felt that this slovenly man was not simple at all. He had read a lot of books, read all kinds of books, and had a good understanding of the world. At the very least, he cultivated the path of the sword, and although he had a respected status, he had already become an atheist until now.

As long as the current Ling Yun could cultivate, he wouldn't think about so many things. He had many things to do, such as the enmity in the Wu Steel Manor, the death of his father, and the disappearance of his mother. These were all reasons why he had to survive.

In the mortal world, there was always money and gifts to show that they did not owe each other anything and that they did not want to get involved in human affairs.

In the world of Cultivators, more emphasis is placed on Karma. Whatever you ask for, what you gain, and what you lose, all need to be carefully considered.

In the world of the nine prefectures, for a sword cultivator with no discerning ability to discern the cause and effect of the Mountain and Sea Realm, he, Ling Yun, could handle any number of them. For sword cultivators, the number one sword would never be less, but the number one sword.

The Misty Peak of the Nine Prefectures was known as the Flying Peak. It was located in the sky above the mortal world and was known as the Immortal's Mansion. Naturally, it had the most celestial spiritual energy.

However, to be able to stay here, one had to be at least at the seventh level of the mortal realm or above. Their status was also very honorable.

Today, there were people who were enjoying the scenery when the black dots in the sky rapidly shot forward. Sword intent filled the sky as sharp Sword Qi smashed onto the top of the mountain.

The earth shook, the earth cracked, and the sea of clouds dissipated. A group of people holding a tree branch shouted, "Take away your old friend's things!"

"I came uninvited for the sake of being disrespectful; I've hurt my sect and bullied me too much!"

The voice was cold, but it did not anger, and the sea of clouds gathered again, covering the group of people with their heads.

Roar!

On the Flying Peak, every sword wielder's sword hummed lightly before being pushed down by their master, still trembling non-stop. The lips of the elderly sword cultivator who was reputed to have profound strength trembled slightly as he mumbled: "Isn't this a stage above the Divine Realm to help Thirteenth Stage Sword Cultivator?"

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword clashed against the wooden branch, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard. The sea of clouds was scattered, and those with good eyesight were able to fight against the sloppy-looking man with the wooden branch.

The sword qi in the sky actually let out a dragon's roar, like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss. It was unstoppable!

They could not see it, but their hearts surged. Among them, swords were the most powerful, and sword cultivators had an extremely high status. However, the path of the sword compared to martial artists, they all had their own troubles and were all at a loss!

The master of the Flying Peak was said to be a celestial being from the heavens, and there were sword cultivators who could battle against celestial beings. Wasn't that the same as the master of that mountain?!

In other words, the path of sword cultivation is already in front of us.

When the sea of clouds dissipated again, the person holding the wooden branch in his hand broke the branch inch by inch, but his reaction was extremely fast, his fingers were like swords, the tip of his fingers met the tip of the sword, he did not retreat a single step, and instead took half a step forward. His right hand supported the sword, while his left hand formed a fist, forming a fist with his fist.

"Crack!"

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled above the sea of clouds. A drop of fresh blood fell from the sky, but the cloud was boundless.

Who was the first to bleed? Was it the Celestial Immortal? Or was it that nameless Dao of the Sword which stopped the God?!

"Hu!"

A gust of wind blew the sea of clouds away, and the sword god didn't stop at all. The sea of clouds descended, and countless sword intents descended.

The cold voice came again, "For the next ten years, unless you're a sword cultivator, you are not allowed to enter the Flying Peak."

It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples!

The sword intent of the sea of clouds could not be extinguished for at least 30 years. It was the best spiritual ingredient for a sword cultivator with sword intent that descended from the heavens!

"Thank you, Sword Immortal."

Countless sword cultivators saluted respectfully and no longer made a sound when they arrived at the mountain. However, the mountain was covered by a sea of clouds, creating another wondrous scene.

However, this beautiful scenery could only be enjoyed by those sword cultivators who did not know interest in the Nine Prefectures. It was such a waste of heaven's gift!

In the world of the nine prefectures, scholars from all over the world carry books and study. From young to old, there were many people who liked to study. Meng Ren, who was riding a white horse, looked to the east, twirling his beard and smiling, "The sea of clouds is a gift to the swordsmen of the world.

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly burst into laughter. Riding on his white horse, he felt even more at ease. Going back to the Academy was the most enjoyable thing to do.

Seeing the teenager brandishing the sword, his face twisted and all the muscles on his body trembled, the alcoholic could not help but nod his head. Ever since he left, this kid started swinging the sword 3,000 times, and with such diligence and ease, his temperament was pretty good. It's just that he doesn't know if that kid had the talent to practice the sword 3000 times!

He only called it swinging the sword, he had never said that he was lucky enough to practice the sword, and had never spoken of the principles of qi and skills, but that young man's Thirteen Floors Qi Refining Method was intentionally used by him to circulate, to swing the sword, this kind of self-awareness, that would not make mistakes, was actually a piece of unpolished jade.

If he carved and sculpted well, who knew if this kid would be able to give him a bigger surprise in the future.

During these three days, he would practice his sword every day, his waist and legs were sore, and his walking was very unsteady. He thought that he would get used to taking the daily medicine baths soon, so he only prepared some rations. It was impossible to cook, he couldn't even lift a knife now.

Ling Yun was soaking in a medicinal bath, and his drunk neighbor had cut a piece of wood to make a wooden sword. The wooden sword was roughly made, and even if the sword hilt was out, it would still be quite strong if it was held tightly.

"From now on, you will use the wooden sword to practice your sword. As for that dragon elephant, whether or not you can take it out will depend on whether or not you can get recognized by it."

The drunkard's neighbor felt that the swordsman Fang Shanhai, along with his dragon and elephant, had gone blind. Originally, he himself was a martial arts man who did not have talent, and he even liked to talk nonsense about his own Dao of the Sword. Now that someone wanted that broken sword, it wasn't bad either.

"Hmm," Ling Yun asked, "Where have you been these past few days?"

"Hehe, I am a Sword God. I have come and gone without a trace, so naturally, I have roamed everywhere. I also had a fight with someone." The drunkard lifted his eyebrows and was very pleased with himself.

"Oh."

Ling Yun continued to get lucky and stopped asking.

The drunk neighbor was ready to talk about how much he had shown off, how badly he had beaten the self-righteous guy, but why did you just close your eyes and stop asking?

For example, if someone said that the food market was going to go down, you would prepare a big bag and run over. You would struggle to run over, afraid that someone would snatch it away, but the price would remain the same.

"Why don't you ask me what the result is?"

the drunk neighbor asked.

Ling Yun said, "With your character, if you win, you would have already been shouted out to the heavens."

The drunkard's neighbor slapped his head and shouted, "Who is this grandpa? He was also a Sword God, so how could he lose? "Brat, you seem to be quite quick-witted, why did you make a mistake at such a crucial moment?"

"That wooden sword in your hand is made from some bullshit tree I've cut down that person's house. It's even more useful than an ordinary iron sword."

The drunk neighbor said proudly.

"Bullsh * t!"

Ling Yun had a look of disdain on his face. It was just an ordinary wooden sword, but he seemed to have a huge reputation. I believe you, damn you, you old man.

"Swing the sword ten thousand times tomorrow. You are not allowed to eat until you finish practicing."

The drunkard's neighbor was a bit sad. He, a dignified Sword God, was actually looked down on by a little kid. If he didn't get revenge, he swore he wouldn't be a Sword God!

Ling Yun rolled his eyes, then looked at the wooden sword in his hand. He liked it a lot, "I made the rice, but you said you can't eat it?"

"Hey, do you think you can outrun me now?"

The drinker neighbor patted Ling Yun's head and dragged him towards the kitchen. Ling Yun wanted to get up, but he was still sore and shouted with a guilty conscience, "Unrivaled great sword god, why don't you tell me the details of your fight? Let me, this half of your disciple, study hard? "

He turned his hand, took out a jar of wine, drank a mouthful of it, and then slowly said, "This matter may not be considered long, but to be honest, it was very impressive. When I left the Nanye Region that day, I rode on the sword all the way to the east, and it was called happy, because at the most east, there was Piaomiao Prefecture, and on the Piaomiao Prefecture, there was a mountain. On the mountain, there was a god."

"Get to the point!"

Ling Yun reminded him.

The alcoholic coughed twice before taking another sip of wine to gather his emotions and saying loudly, "I fell like a heavenly sword that flew to the top of the mountain. If I did not purposely suppress them, all the swords in the world would have resonated with me like a king, and if I did not unintentionally stop cultivating the sword in the world, I would have looked at them and seen what it meant when my sword descended. They would look at me like the sky and respect me like a god."