The abandoned girl became an immortal and became the ancestor of the immortal sect

Just when Lu Nanzhi was about to ask Chen Zhengji what he meant, he saw that the bamboo stick in his hand softened again.

"Take it," Chen Zhengji threw the bamboo stick in his hand to Lu Nanzhi, "First try to inject spiritual power into the bamboo stick to make it as straight as a sword. After that, we will learn the next step."

Lu Nanzhi intuitively felt that this was not difficult, but when she really poured her spiritual power into the bamboo sticks, the originally green bamboo sticks suddenly ignited without fire and turned into ashes in her hands.

Lu Nazhi silently wiped the black dust off his hands, flew out and folded a few more bamboo strips.

In the following time, the bamboo stick in her hand was either burnt to black ash by the too strong spiritual energy, or the unstable spiritual power caused the bamboo stick to sway left and right.

In order to make it easier for his sister to practice, Lu Minggu took over the task of folding bamboo strips. He almost cut off a small patch of bamboo forest, and the bamboo strips in Lu Nanzhi's hands could only stand upright for a moment.

He felt a little sorry for his sister, so he advised: "Sister, why don't you take a rest first, and you can continue after I fold more."

Lu Nazhi shook his head, just wiped the sweat from his head and started to tangle with the bamboo stick in his hand again.

The difficulty of this matter was completely different from what she imagined. The bamboo strips themselves were tough and difficult to control, and they were relatively fragile and could not withstand too much spiritual power. Therefore, the spiritual power she injected into it had to be stable, long-lasting, and just right and sufficient. quantity.

This happened to step on her Achilles heel. Although she relied on the extraordinary capacity of her Dantian to achieve breakthroughs one after another, when it came to controlling her spiritual power, she was still at the level of an ordinary Golden Core monk.

Seeing that his sister refused to rest, Lu Minggu turned his attention to his master, "Master, why don't you let my sister rest for a while first."

Chen Zhengji ignored his words and just watched quietly as Lu Nanzhi tried to harden the bamboo strips again and again.

Lu Minggu sighed and flew to gather bamboo sticks again.

After a day and night of trying, Lu Nanzhi finally smiled at the bamboo stick as straight as a sword in his hand.

"Second Master, I did it."

Lu Minggu was about to say that he could rest now when his master said, "Now you can start holding the sword."

In his heart, he cursed the master for forcing his sister so tightly. It was so inhumane. When he turned around, he saw Lu Nazhi's eyes were bright and clear, as if he was thirsty for knowledge.

Okay, it's true that he was too sentimental. Lu Minggan simply found a place to sit down and began to rest. He was a normal person and couldn't bear to practice day and night.

Chen Zhengji ignored him. He took out his natal sword and said to Lu Nanzhi: "It's not about the number of sword moves, but the speed of each move, the sword must be able to move according to the heart, and the enemy must be defeated accurately. In the end, It needs to be more powerful.”

"I know that you have practiced physical training, so your speed is much faster than that of ordinary monks. Sword moves are all about spiritual power control. It is amazing that you can master spiritual power control to the extreme in such a short period of time."

"Although the sword is not as fragile and difficult to control as a bamboo stick, each sword move has the most appropriate amount of spiritual power for each sword move. With more spiritual power, the power of the sword move will not increase, but may be destroyed. Reverse injury, the spiritual power is low and the original power of sword moves cannot be exerted."

"Only by properly injecting spiritual power into the sword body according to different sword moves can the third point of sword moves be powerful."

Lu Nanzhi nodded in understanding. It turns out that controlling spiritual power is the basis for using powerful sword moves.

"Your understanding is very high," Chen Zhengji said with some regrets, "There are all kinds of sword moves in the world. With your understanding, if you study hard, you will be able to learn [-]% to [-]% of these sword moves. It's a pity that you don't have much time, so I can only teach you first." Three moves.”

"Although these three moves are simple, they contain a lot of changes. If you can master them, you should be able to win the top position in the Dao Dao Conference with these three moves."

Although Chen Zhengji admired Lu Nanzhi, he also knew the power of those who could represent the major sects in the Taoist Conference. In his mind, if this young disciple who had just started his career could finally rank high, it would be great.

Lu Nanzhi didn't mind that he taught him little, and kept his eyes fixed as he waited for him to demonstrate his sword moves.

As soon as Chen Zhengji's natal sword was unsheathed, a huge whirlwind suddenly blew in the bamboo forest.

Lu Minggu was startled by the whistling wind, woke up from his trance, and immediately raised his eyes to look at his sister.

Only then did he realize that his master was holding a sword in his right hand, dancing in the whirlwind like a dragon.

Lu Nanzhi looked at Chen Zhengji's flowing movements, and then he understood why Dean Wu specially asked him to teach him.

Chen Zhengji changed his old sword style and imitated the way a girl used a sword to interpret sword moves based on a woman's strengths.

At first glance, it seemed that he simply taught Lu Nanzhi three moves, but these three sword moves could be changed and combined with each other.

Chen Zhengji moved his sword very fast, and it took Lu Nanzhi a lot of effort to keep up with his movements. After three sword moves, her eyes became a little dull.

Lu Minggu was stunned. Although he knew that his master was the best swordsman in the world, it was not surprising that he was good at swordsmanship.

But being able to use the simple three-move sword technique to create an unprecedented aura, there really is no one else in Kyushu except his master.

Chen Zhengji finished the three moves and then started again at a faster speed.

Looking at Lu Nanzhi, he felt that his palms were slightly warm. When he looked down, he found that the Dao Dao Sword in his hand was trembling slightly.

It sensed Chen Zhengji's majestic sword energy and couldn't help but get excited.

After another set was over, Chen Zhengji stood still and asked Lu Nanzhi: "How is it? Do you understand it?"

Although Lu Nanzhi memorized all the movements, she did not dare to boast that she had completely learned them. She replied: "I have probably remembered them for the time being."

Chen Zhengji nodded and looked at Lu Minggan who was standing aside, "Minggan, how are you doing with your studies?"

Lu Mingquan immediately wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. As a person who had been practicing swordsmanship for five years with his master for five years, he was really embarrassed to say that he only understood in front of his sister who was learning swordsmanship the next day. About three or four out of ten.

"I, I, am about the same as my sister, haha," Lu Mingguan answered vaguely, not daring to look at the master at all.

Chen Zhengji: "In that case, then you can accompany your sister to fight."

Lu Minggu was a little hesitant. Wasn't he bullying his sister by asking him to swordfight? After all, he was also a serious swordsman. Although his sister had a good memory and could remember the sword moves exactly, she couldn't actually pick up the sword. Two different things.

Just as he was about to refuse, a sword energy came from his side.

Before he even had time to think, he subconsciously drew his sword to resist.