Crucian carp cultivating immortals

The first ray of sunlight shot down from the sky, Ji Yu woke up sitting on the bed, regained consciousness, got up from the bed, and prepared to wash.

This is? "Ji Yu looked at the bedside storage bag suspiciously. On the light blue storage bag, "Qingping Zhenren" was thinly outlined with white lines. The four small characters made Ji Yu stunned. The storage bag is the same, but this one is more delicate. After washing, when she raised her sword and was about to go out, Ji Yu thought about picking up the storage bag, and walked towards the main hall of the peak with a turn of her footsteps.

Before arriving at the main hall of the peak, I saw Master standing outside the hall door from a distance. Ji Yu stepped forward to greet him, and after Chu Ci nodded in response, Ji Yu took out the storage bag in his hand, "Master, this yes?"

Chu Ci turned around as if nothing had happened, "This is for the teacher, you can use it."

Ji Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and accidentally saw that the storage bag hanging on Chu Ci's waist was changed to the one dedicated to Master yesterday. A smile flashed in Ji Yu's eyes, and he nodded, "Thank you." Master."

Then he remembered something again, and whispered to Chu Ci, "Master, yesterday, in the martial arts tournament, I accidentally got something." He took out the Jiuming True Fire.

Chu Ci turned around when he heard the words, and was taken aback when he saw Jiuming Zhenhuo, "Did you get it from the mysterious beast bell?"

"Yes." Ji Yu nodded, "Master, what should we do with this thing?"

Chu Ci pondered for a moment, looking at Ji Yu as if he had made a decision, "Come with me." He said and walked towards Duan Tianya, followed closely by Ji Yu.

When the two arrived at Duantianya, Chu Ci picked up Ji Yu, stood in front of Ya and jumped, and the two disappeared in the snow in an instant.

The hurricane is howling under Duan Tianya, if you don't pay attention, you may be blown away by the wind, but Chu Ci seems to be unaffected by carrying Ji Yu, there is a kind of demeanor that let the wind from east to west, north and south, I am as immovable as a mountain, stepping on it Xuan'ao's footwork, the hurricane in the center of Duan Tianya gradually weakened until the wind stopped completely, Chu Ci floated in mid-air and faced Ming Ming, and the empty mid-air rippled like water ripples, and then the ripples stopped slowly Slowly, a huge arched gate that looks like gold but not gold, and looks like stone but not stone emerged out of thin air. Chu Ci then took out a palm-sized prototype token and printed it on the depression of the stone gate.

At the moment when the giant arched door was printed on the token, it was as if Baixue met the rising sun and slowly disappeared into the air. Seeing this, Chu Ci took back the token, and turned to Ji Yu, who was looking up in surprise with his little head up in his arms. Said, "Look at it." Then he picked up Ji Yu and stepped out of the air, stepping on the mysterious footwork, every time he stepped out, a burst of light flashed under his feet, Ji Yu was honestly being carried by the master, turning around step by step, watching The fluorescent footprints gradually dissipated, and one step after another followed the trajectory of the footwork. As the eyes flowed, this mysterious footwork also had a rough outline in his mind.

I don't know when it came to the end and stepped on the ground, as if entering another world in an instant. Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little lost, and the two big words "Sword Tomb" unconsciously appeared in my heart.

Densely packed swords are suspended in the air, each sword is different, no matter the material or shape, some swords have been chipped or broken, and some are extremely sharp and flashing cold light, all swords They are all quietly floating in the air, and traces show that these swords have different stories.

After recovering from those sword forests, I looked around at the surrounding environment. This is a large and remote stone palace without a single door or window. Looking back at the road when I looked back, there is no other road. Blocks of sapphire walls.The whole hall is like a sealed space, only the sword and that person are left.

Ji Yu turned her head and looked at Chu Ci with bright eyes, "Master, where is it?"

Chu Ci turned his eyes around Ji Yu's little furry head, then turned his eyes away, and said in a deep voice, "To be a man, you must have the strength to be a husband." He clenched his hands and paused. Dun continued, "This is the place where the peak masters of all ages buried their swords. You can practice here. I will come here again in a month. As for the Jiuming True Fire, when you comprehend the meaning of the sword, you can integrate into the sword embryo. How much you can comprehend is up to you, I hope you can take care of yourself." Saying that, he turned around and disappeared instantly.

Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, stood there and looked at the direction where Master left, shook his head, retracted his senses, looked at the swords in front of him, and murmured in a low voice, "Sword intent..."

Ji Yu sat in the center of the hall and began to practice. Since the incident of the Xuanshou Pagoda, Ji Yu's cultivation mentality has changed from Guiyuan mentality to Taiji mentality. The speed of cultivation is much faster. I found the other side of a circle, which is very compatible with myself. That kind of fit is an induction from the depths of the soul. Ji Yu chose to believe in her own feelings, and chose to change her mind. There are many things happening recently. In the end, Ji Yu still did not tell Chu Ci.

Ji Yu's shallow breathing resounded in the hall, and it was as quiet as a world of its own. In this world, there was only one person. Except for people, they were swords. These swords were more like creatures in this world than Ji Yu. Every gap in the traces tells their story... This is the world of swords!

Looking at those swords, a flash of understanding flashed in Ji Yu's mind, he clenched the long sword in his hand, the sharp sword was unsheathed, the Frost Sword let out a clear groan, and the sword body vibrated, Ji Yu couldn't help letting go of his hand, cold Frost Sword came out of his hand and flew towards the sword forest. The whole hall began to tremble. The swords floating in the air changed from the quietness of the previous few days and became turbulent one after another.No matter what kind of voice Ji Yu could hear, the heartfelt joy contained in it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a smile appeared on Mu Jiyu's face at some point.

Those swords seemed to be pressed by some mechanism, and they moved one after another, stabbing horizontally or slashing vertically. Each of the coherent sword styles is extremely exquisite. Different swords demonstrate different sword styles. Ji Yu Open your eyes and look carefully, you think this sword style should be the most commonly used move by the masters of these swords in their lifetime, and it has been engraved in the sword and remembered by the sword in their hands.

Ji Yu carefully watched the moves demonstrated by the different swords, and different images appeared in his mind accordingly. Each move, whether urgently or slowly, spread out in his mind one by one...

At this moment, Ji Yu is like a large sponge absorbing everything in front of him, and all the moves in front of him are the essence of the sword masters of past generations. During the years of Xuan Xuefeng's cultivation, he basically spent all his time honing his sword skills. To practice basic skills, Chu Ci did not give Ji Yu a fixed sword technique.Therefore, when seeing so many exquisite sword techniques, Ji Yu couldn't help being deeply involved.

After half a month of sleepless nights, Ji Yu finally came back to his senses from the swordsmanship after the swordsmanship practice. At this moment, his face was pale but his eyes were full of light. He looked at his own situation, frowned, and After performing a cleansing technique, he finished taking care of himself, closed his eyes, and calmed down when he opened them, sat down cross-legged, and began to rest.After a while, the breathing becomes gentle and long...

Something was moving, Ji Yu struggled and shook her head, trying to see the swaying black shadow in front of her eyes, the black shadow kept swaying and became clearer as time went by, "That's a villain dancing a sword." Ji Yu was thinking in a daze, that swordsmanship was incomparably exquisite, one after another, sometimes decisive and decisive, sometimes as gentle as drizzle.

Ji Yu looked at it quietly, looked at it, and unconsciously made gestures with her hands, as if something was missing, Ji Yu thought with some doubts, yes, the sword was missing.A long sword appeared in his hand, Ji Yu nodded in satisfaction, followed the villain and began to gesture, one set of swordsmanship after another, each set has a different style, whether it is the sword style or the sword intent, Ji Yu at first Stumbled and followed the drill, and as the sword style was engraved in his heart, the speed in his hands couldn't help but increase. With the continuous proficiency of the sword style, the speed of sword dancing became faster and faster, but Ji Yu always felt that something was wrong.

The strong sense of disobedience forced him to stop dancing the sword, and stood quietly on the spot, "What's wrong?" Looking at the little man who kept dancing the sword, something flashed in Ji Yu's mind, but was there anything? When I caught it, it was almost a little bit, "What's wrong?"

When the mood started to get a little anxious, Ji Yu settled down and forced himself to be quiet, and subconsciously began to operate the mental method in his body. The familiar Tai Chi fish appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of peace of mind. He raised his head again and his mind seemed much clearer. Looking at the sword-wielding villain in front of him, and then looking at himself, a vague idea resurfaced in his mind, and this time he was caught accurately. This idea can be summed up in two words, imitation.

"Imitate?" Ji Yu murmured, lowering her head slowly, "Am I imitating..." Looking at the little hand with calluses and the long sword in his hand, Ji Yu fell into deep thought.

After a long period of silence, the sword in his hand trembled suddenly, Ji Yu's contemplation was interrupted, looking at the buzzing Frost Sword in his hand, Ji Yu was a little depressed, I don't know why my heart is always depressed, it seems that after so many years of dedication It’s the same as being denied. From the beginning of sword practice, every move, horizontal and vertical stabs are just imitating the sword practice routines of the ancestors, so what is your own?

As if feeling the frustration in Ji Yu's heart, the Frost Sword came out of the scabbard silently, and the hilt was stuffed into Ji Yu's hand, leading Ji Yu to stab, pick, stab, pick, as if returning to the time when he first started learning how to practice swords In those days, Ji Yu changed from being surprised at the beginning to taking out the sword seriously, and every time he demanded it like he did back then, the sword was not biased in the slightest.With one sword after another, the depression in my heart gradually disappeared, and my thoughts suddenly became clear.

Ji Yu's eyes gradually lit up, brighter and brighter, "I know, learning itself starts with imitation, from learning swords to practicing swords and then to your own sword intent. Sword intent."

"So what I have to do now is to imitate, practice swords, and find my own sword intent!"