Too Reckless

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The big sloth was broken, and the crown of the tree fell, hitting the river beach.

Wu Qingwan was awakened by the loud noise of the tree falling to the ground, and when she looked up, she realized that there was a two-foot-long groove in the dense forest behind the tree.

"This... how is this possible?"

Wu Qingwan approached slowly, her eyes full of disbelief—this sword was completely beyond her comprehension.

You must know that during the qi refining period, only when you reach the eleventh level of the 'Feng Palace' can you reluctantly let the true qi leave the body.

Even if Zuo Lingquan really had the tenth level of cultivation, at most, his true qi would be clearly visible.

Leaving aside the issue of true qi leaving the body, among the people Wu Qingwan has seen, no one can wield a sword so steadily.

Normally speaking, it is difficult to control the true qi out of the body. No matter how strong the control force is, it is impossible to avoid the scattered loss of the true qi out of the body, and the true qi is scattered and lost, and the killing power will naturally decrease.

But Wu Qingwan could clearly see the wooden stakes and broken branches cut out by the sword qi on the ground, and the incisions were connected in a line, smooth like a mirror surface, which means that the true qi gathered into bundles after leaving the body, without a single bit of dispersion, until the end was exhausted.

To achieve this step, Wu Qingwan can't imagine how high the requirements for the cultivator's own control are.

Her master, Yue Pingyang, has reached the sixth level of Linggu. In the Great Dan Dynasty and even the surrounding areas, she is worthy of the first person. The True Qi of the body has not stabilized to this level, and it will always lose some.

Before she saw this sword, she didn't believe that there were cultivators in the world who could achieve this level, let alone ordinary people who had never practiced.

Isn't this a demon that has transformed into a human form?

Compared with Wu Qingwanfu's shock, Zuo Lingquan's own reaction was much calmer.

Zuo Lingquan is very confident in his sword. If he had a cultivation base, he should have shown such killing power!

After the sword was drawn, the infuriating energy flowing from Zuo Lingquan's body also dissipated completely, and his bones were lightened by a few taels, and he was even a little tired. He took a sword flower and put the long sword back into its sheath. He turned to look at Wu Qingwan with a small mouth beside him, and smiled:

"Senior Wu, how is my sword?"

how?

Oh my God!

Wu Qingwan's eyes were shining, she came back to her senses, and turned around Zuo Lingquan a few times, as if looking at a flawless beauty, she said with shock and suspicion:

"You only had this sword, who taught you?"

Zuo Lingquan wiped the rain off his face, picked up the robe and put it on:

"Didn't I tell Senior Wu that I have practiced swords since I was a child, a thousand swords a day for fourteen years, and it's like this when I talk about it."

Did you practice it yourself?

Wu Qingwan was a little unconvinced, but Zuo Lingquan's expression didn't seem to be deceiving anymore. Although she did not understand how Zuo Lingquan realized this sword, she knew the weight of this sword.

For practitioners, the method of qi refining is to accumulate true qi in the body and stabilize the meridians, while martial arts, magic techniques, talisman, alchemy, etc., are methods to use the true qi in the body.

The easiest way to distinguish whether these methods are good or bad is to look at the efficiency of using one's own infuriating energy. When 100% of the true qi is displayed, only 10% of it has an actual effect, and you don’t need to think about it to know it’s a waste; and Zuo Lingquan’s sword skill, the true qi is not scattered at all, it is equivalent to the tenth of the true qi being displayed, and it has played ten percent. The effect is achieved, and the speed is even more exaggerated. It is basically invincible in the same realm, and it is low to describe the superior martial arts.

Superior martial arts and techniques are often more precious than the Qi-refining method, which is the foundation of Lizong. It doesn't matter if Qi-refining is slow. The most important thing for practitioners is time; the martial arts and techniques used to defend against the enemy are life-threatening. The things that are closed, whoever is stronger when fighting is the difference between life and death.

If Zuo Lingquan's divine sword skills were spread out, it would be self-evident how many people would be jealous. I'm afraid even the nine sects in the south would be interested in watching.

Cultivating one, in the final analysis, it is still a wasteland where the strong are respected, and weakness is the original sin. Wu Qingwan knows this truth. She said solemnly:

"You must never use this sword in front of outsiders. The principle of innocence and guilt is also applicable in practice. Those 'outer world masters' want to steal your sword and make it again. It's not as simple as killing you."

Zuo Lingquan is not a young child who doesn't understand the dangers of rivers and lakes. Seeing Wu Qingwan's solemn exhortation, he said helplessly:

"I don't have the slightest bit of real anger in me, and if I want to show off in the future, I won't be able to show it off. How can people be jealous?"

Only when Wu Qingwan remembered this, she secretly secretly rejoiced that she had just picked up the treasure, and it dissipated in an instant, frowning:

"That's true. Light knows swordsmanship, and it's useless if you can't practice infuriating. In the future, you can't always take me with you. Before the fight, I'll pass the infuriating energy to you for two hours. It's better for me to shoot directly."

Wu Qingwan's eyes were full of puzzlement, she raised her hand and squeezed Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"How could that be? Just now you clearly can withstand the tenth level of cultivation, which proves that the 'Shinto Acupuncture Point' has been stabilized. You can use this sword, and it proves that there is no problem from the inside to the outside. How can you not be able to cultivate true qi? After refining true qi, I can be sure that you can directly enter the tenth level of refining qi, and with the talent of entering the tenth level at the age of seventeen, it is easy to be an inner disciple of the nine southern sects."

Zuo Lingquan also wondered why he couldn't cultivate true qi, but the confusion at this time has been reduced too much than before - since he can carry true qi in his body and use what he has learned, it proves that he is not unconnected with the Dao, just a method Didn't find it right. In the future, all you need to do is continue to practice your own sword, and maybe one day the slump will clear, and everything will pass.

"Senior Wu, let's go back to Qihuang Valley, these things will take your time."

Wu Qingwan also knew that she was in a hurry, so she looked back at the destroyed jungle, her eyes were still amazed, and after a while, she turned back and left.

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The spring rain is dense and long, and once it falls, it seems to never stop.

I don't know how long it took. As the morning light lit up in the east, the mountains near Jiguanling were silent. The disciples in Qihuang Valley who had originally settled here have turned back, and the lonely men and widows by the stream have long since disappeared. What remained was a devastated dense forest.

The stream flowed quietly. As the sky brightened, a hare stuck its head out of the hole and looked around cautiously for a long time before quickly trotting across the stream, stopping when passing through the dense forest, looking at it strangely, as if out of curiosity. What has this forest been destroyed by?

A hare with no spirituality naturally couldn't understand the reason. After watching it for a while, it continued to run forward.

But what the hare didn't expect was that on the unobstructed river beach just now, two wooden stakes were added at some point, causing it to hit it with one head and fall into a somersault.

"Gee-"

The hare rolled in a circle and got up. When he looked up, he realized that the two wooden pillars were human legs. He jumped three feet high in fright, and quickly got into the dense forest.

On the beach, a man of medium stature stood quietly.

The man was dressed in grey, with a hat on his head and his hands on his back. He could see the long hair scattered behind his back. The hair was gray, and he was probably old.

At first glance, the man looked like an aged hunter, but ordinary hunters would not come to this dangerous place at all. The one hanging from his waist was not a hatchet, but a long sword with a simple shape. Strange, the only thing worth noting about the whole body is that there is a white jade sign hanging on the waist, and the front of the sign is engraved with a sword - a sword inserted at the head of the city!

Under the rain, the man ignored the reckless hare and walked to the jungle with his hands behind his back, stretched out his dry fingers, stroked the mirror-like cut on the tree stump, and turned to look at the ground behind him. Zuo Lingquan was standing there. At the position, two footprints were stepped on the ground when the force was exerted, and rainwater had already accumulated.

"Old Lu, do you see anything?"

The mountains and forests were silent, as if there was only one person, but when the voice came out, it was surprising that there was another person above.

At a height of hundreds of meters above the stream, a young man who was almost dressed, sat sideways on a long sword, holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand, and looked at the surrounding mountains with a bit of boredom.

The old man known as Lao Lu looked a little old-fashioned, his eyes focused on the destroyed jungle, and he said hoarsely:

"The sword intent is soaring to the sky, and the birds and beasts in a radius of several miles still dare not cry; looking at the sword marks, the incisions are smooth and into the mirror, focusing on one point without the slightest distraction. Although the cultivation base is too low, the fire of this sword has been my whole life. If you can't catch up, you may be the same."

When the young man heard this, Yujian slowly lowered his sword, stopped beside Lao Lu, glanced at the groove about ten feet in the dense forest, and said with a sneer:

"Old Lu, don't be joking, you just chopped down a few trees with one sword, can you deserve such praise?"

Lao Lu raised his hand and pointed to the jungle beside him:

"You don't need Linggu's cultivation level, so take a sword over there. If you have the level of this sword, I will give you the sword."

A swordsman wearing a sword is like sending a wife, there is no reason to give it away.

When the young man saw what Lao Lu said, his expression became a little more serious. He came closer to observe carefully, nodded and said:

"It seems to be on fire, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Lao Lu's eyes were solemn:

"Sword One!"

The young man's expression condensed, as if 'you're teasing me':

"One sword in the same world can break all methods, so it can be called 'Jian Yi'. The sword fairy in my Sword Imperial City is like a cloud, and the genius of 'Jian Yi' who understands 'Jian Yi' on his own is rare in a thousand years; and 'Jian Yi' is bound to shoot The sky and the earth change color, this thing only cuts down a few trees, so it is worthy of being called 'Jian Yi'?"

Old Lu squinted at the young man: "The Eight Lords of the Nine Alliances, and the Ten Sword Emperors of Central Continent, who could be able to move Jiuxiao from birth? My generation of swordsmen climbed up from chopping wood; although this sword is too cultivated It is low, but its fire is unmatched in the same territory, and it only takes a hundred years of tempering, and it is not impossible to become a lord of the party.

The young man was dubious. Seeing that Lao Lu was so determined, he could only follow the words:

"This is the site of the nine sects in the south. If you are serious about what you say, Lao Lu, after a hundred years, a sword with a sword more powerful than mine emerges from the nine sects, aren't we a joke?"

"I'm afraid this son is only 30 years old, and he can use 'Jian Yi'. His comprehension is really rare. If there is no accident, he will be full of wings in the future, and it is not impossible to suppress my Sword Imperial City for hundreds of years."

"Then what to do, find out and kill it so that there will be no future troubles?"

When Lao Lu heard this, he frowned, with disdain in his eyes:

"No matter how many infancy geniuses are trampled to death, it can't change the fact that they are weak; if you want to go further, you can only swing your sword to the stronger. If the mind is not right, if the heart is not disciplined and the Tao is not firm, don’t even think about making great achievements in your life.”

The young man chuckled: "Just kidding, the little doll who is not in the Spirit Valley Realm makes me blush even if I use the sword. Then what do you say?"

Lao Lu pondered for a moment: "This place is located on the south side of the barren mountain, which is too remote. I also had to drop by the way to the terrace, and found that the surroundings were a little strange, so I found this sword mark. If this kind of barren land is left here, It's self-inflicted, and it is very likely to waste talent or die prematurely."

"Old Lu, do you want to find this person and inherit the mantle?"

"I understood 'Jian Yi' at a very young age. It's almost the same as my master, so I can't teach it. I'm just afraid that the famous sword will get dusty."

The young man nodded slightly and looked at the surrounding mountains: "Although this place is remote, there are a lot of people outside. I see that there are thousands of people in the small sect on the side of the mountain. Go ask, I guess I will scare people to death first. And if Jing Terrace knows, we are digging seedlings in the back garden of his house, and it will hurt feelings. "

"Just keep a low profile. Judging from the size of the footprints, this person should be a man; judging from his killing power, at least the eighth level of qi refining; remaining true qi, the five elements belong to wood. Those who meet these three points should be very good in this small place. It's easy to find. You go to Jing Terrace first, and I'll stay for two more days until I find someone."

The young man sighed: "It's okay, I really brought people back, but I want to see what kind of genius he is. He deserves your praise, Lao Lu, and even left me alone."

When the words fell, the young man flew to the sky with his sword, and in the blink of an eye he reached the sky.

Lao Lu glanced around, turned around and walked towards the Phoenix Valley...

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PS: This is not the white-bearded grandpa...