In the bamboo forest near the village, An Qing stared at the straight bamboo in front of him and frowned slightly: "Master Jian, as long as I cut off the bamboo, can I really master the sword's intention?"
Master Jian nodded: "That's right."
An Qing raised his hand and said hesitantly: "But what I have in my hand is a wooden sword. How can a wooden sword cut through bamboo?"
Master Jian chuckled and said: "I'm giving you a wooden sword, not to let you actually cut it. As for how to do it, you can figure it out yourself. I've taught you everything."
After that, he will run away.
An Qing said in surprise: "But I don't know anything."
Master Jian was startled, then turned around and said in surprise: "I've already slept with you all night, what else do you want?"
An Qing: "..."
Master Jian slipped away and where he went, An Qing knew very well, and he must have gone to peek at Widow Wang taking a bath. As for why it was not Widow Zhang or Widow Li, Master Jian once said confidently: "Widow Wang is young, He has a good figure, but the others are old and have nothing to see..."
An Qing looked helplessly at the direction Master Jian left, then turned around and continued to stare at the straight green bamboo, then looked at the wooden sword in his hand, not knowing how to start.
Bamboo is as thick as a thigh, tough and straight, and even a knife may not be able to cut it, let alone a wooden sword...
He made a few gestures at the bamboo with his wooden sword. Not to mention any cracks, not even a trace was left.
An Qing was speechless. He stuck the wooden sword on the ground and simply sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo to think carefully about every word Master Jian said to him that morning and find inspiration from it.
"The sword is born from the heart. Wherever the heart goes, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and it cuts everything."
Combined with the shocking scene I saw last night...
An Qing gradually fell into thinking.
The scene last night indeed brought an unprecedented shock to An Qing, but the connection with these sixteen words was still unclear.
On the way to the river, Master Jian suddenly stopped, turned around and looked in the direction of the bamboo forest, he smiled and said to himself: "Boy, sword spirit is not so easy to cultivate. It has nothing to do with your cultivation level. Even if you are a mortal, as long as you Even if you are sincere, you can also understand the meaning of the sword. I will give you a very high starting point, it depends on when you can understand it, well... I guess it will take twenty years, hehe!"
For Sword Spirit, twenty years is just a short period of time.
Widow Wang is old and there are other widows, so don’t worry...
An Qing recalled last night's scene and those sixteen words over and over again, but still couldn't figure it out.
Gradually, I became irritable, opened my eyes, stood up, picked up the wooden sword, and slashed at the bamboo, leaving fresh marks, that's all.
Fortunately, the wooden sword was secretly blessed by Master Jian with Daoyuan, otherwise it would have been broken long ago.
After venting for a while, An Qing had no choice but to force himself to calm down and thought carefully in his mind: "Although Mr. Jian is lustful and immoral, he never lets me do useless things. Is it because I haven't grasped the deep meaning?"
The more An Qing thought about it, the more he felt like this. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of a way and started practicing with excitement on his face.
This method is copying.
Close your eyes and imagine that you are the middle-aged man in white, inserting the wooden sword into your waist, then pulling it out and imitating how to swing the sword like the young man in white, and you will feel like you are there.
once
twice
three times
four times
...
As spring passed and autumn came, An Qing couldn't remember how many times he copied in the bamboo forest. Although he still didn't swing any sword energy, he still persisted because Master Jian came to observe from time to time and left without saying anything. .
But An Qing believes that he has found the right direction.
"What is sword intent?"
"The sword is born from the heart. It doesn't just mean the sword in the hand, but... the heart. If there is a sword in the heart, it doesn't matter whether there is a sword in the hand."
More than a month later, An Qing waved the wooden sword against the bamboo with a calm heart, and had a clear understanding of the sword's intention.
Another two years passed.
"The direction of the heart should point to the direction in which the sword in the heart is going to strike. Then... where should I strike?"
Just when he understood Master Jian's second sentence, a subtle sword light appeared on the top of the wooden sword he waved unintentionally. Just as a withered yellow bamboo leaf floated down and passed by, it was lightly scratched by this sword light. Afterwards, Wu Sheng was cut in half.
An Qing was still unaware and calmly repeated the action.
However, at this moment, Master Jian, who was enjoying watching a group of royal widows bathing and playing in the water on the other side of the river, was suddenly shocked. He turned his sword and looked in the direction of the bamboo forest in surprise, muttering to himself in a low voice: "Fuck! This kid just It took me four years to realize the power of the sword, could it be that the nonsense I made back then came true?"
When he said that An Qing was a rare sword-cultivating genius, it was actually nonsense that he just said to get An Qing to agree to practice.
An Qing does have an incredible physique, but it has nothing to do with being a swordsman.
"Damn it! This kid's comprehension..."
The sword master quietly stood up and flew to the edge of the bamboo forest. He wiped the hilt of the sword, just like a person wiping his eyes.
Another three years passed.
"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal. This word should refer to two parts. The first part is to generate the sword energy, and the second part is to master the sword energy, including the size and shape..."
"Generating sword energy is easy, because energy exists in the world all the time, including yourself."
An Qing opened his eyes and looked at the wooden sword. With a flick of his wrist, an invisible sword energy flew out and penetrated the bamboo in front of him. At this time, the bamboo was as thick as a person's arms, and the sword energy left a trace on it. A horizontal gash.
An Qing stared at the mouth and was not happy, but fell into deep thought.
"It's a bit difficult to master sword energy. I have to think about it carefully."
Jian Ye, who was standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, stared at An Qing blankly and exclaimed in his heart: "What a perverted guy!"
Ten years later, An Qing walked out of the bamboo forest and came to the door of his house. He happened to see the limp Jian Ye lying on the deck chair and enjoying the sun leisurely.
In the past ten years, An Qing has not always stayed in the bamboo forest. He needs to exercise every day, work in the fields, and live in daily life, and then he will go to the bamboo forest to practice swordsmanship.
The sword master raised the hilt of his sword and glanced at An Qing, with a flash of surprise in his heart.
An Qing was dressed in farm clothes. Although he was plain in appearance, he felt that his sword was overpowering. He really fulfilled the saying that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, but the sea cannot be measured.
Master Jian withdrew his gaze, the sword twitched, and said feebly: "Here he comes."
An Qing smiled slightly and nodded, "Here we come."
Master Jian asked: "Are you still going?"
An Qing shook his head: "I won't go. I think it's almost done. Let's pack up and leave."
Master Jian: "...Okay."
At night, in the yard, An Qing looked up at the stars in the sky, "Master Jian, I want to go somewhere first before I leave."
Master Jian looked at An Qing: "Where are you going?"
An Qing said: "Wind Blade Valley."
Master Jian was silent and said, "Do you want to collect the bodies of your grandfather and father?"
An Qing nodded: "That's right."
Master Jian said: "Let's go there, it's a matter of course."
An Qing smiled: "Thank you."
Master Jian didn't take it seriously: "You're welcome."
Early the next day.
An Qing simply packed up and left the house. In the past few days, he had been giving all the usable things at home to the villagers, so there was nothing to pack. He stood outside the door of the yard and watched life for a while. Mao Wu, who had lived there for more than 20 years, sighed with emotion, and then went to the village to visit the villagers one by one, telling him that he would leave here and never come back.
When the villagers learned that An Qing was leaving, they all wanted to see him off. They looked reluctant to leave until they arrived at the entrance of the village.
Over the years, An Qing has helped everyone without asking for anything in return. The villagers are honest and keep this in mind.
An Qing walked on the road, looking at the garlic, bacon, vegetables, eggs, etc. hanging on his body, and smiled silently. He couldn't refuse, so he had to save it for the road.
"Boy, can you take that bunch of garlic away from you? It's smoking me."
Master Jian was very unhappy. As a sword spirit, he was much more sensitive than the mortal An Qing. He could smell the disgusting smell of garlic through the garlic skin.
After leaving the village, Master Jian took the initiative to ask An Qing to hang him on his waist. At first, An Qing didn't feel anything unusual. However, the further he walked, the more difficult he felt. When he asked Master Jian, he didn't get any explanation. He just kept saying "Hey, hey, it's mysterious." Smiling.
An Qing thought that this should also be a kind of practice.
So I didn’t think much about it and continued on my way.
An Qing blinked: "Really? Why can't I smell it?"
Master Jian said with a dark face: "Boy, now I have reason to suspect that you did it on purpose."
An Qing changed the topic: "Master Jian, where will we go after we come out of Wind Blade Valley? What should we do?"
Master Jian raised his voice: "Leave this planet and go wherever there is danger. The more dangerous the place, the greater the chance of getting a great opportunity. You need to absorb a large amount of Dao Yuan to fuse the dragon soul, and Those ancient inheritances and mysterious Taoist traditions are what we need to pay attention to. Covering them up as treasures and the peerless Taoist scriptures are also something you must observe. Only by reading more of the peerless Taoist scriptures and understanding them deeply can you create your own creations. My own supreme method stands at the top and makes me proud of the heavens."
An Qing was ashamed: "Is this goal... too big?"
Master Jian didn't take it seriously: "Is it big? It's okay."
An Qing: "..."
There are thousands of methods of cultivation in the world, and the nine realms are no secret. Practitioners of any race can find their own universal Taoist scriptures to practice.
But these practices are only the foundation.
Only those ancient traditions, aristocratic families, and mysterious inheritances have top-notch and peerless Taoist scriptures.
The speed of cultivation is naturally self-evident, and the powerful combat power displayed is enviable to the world.
Although Master Jian's origins are mysterious, his memory is damaged and he can only provide An Qing with an incomplete "Jian Jing" and the universal "Tao Jing" of the human race.
Although he also had some Taoist scriptures from other races, he always felt that he couldn't use them, so he went out to steal Taoist scriptures from other Taoist traditions.
The Sword Classic is undoubtedly a peerless Taoist scripture, even surpassing most peerless Taoist scriptures. It mainly focuses on sword cultivation. There are unique insights in the scriptures, and every word is very mysterious.
At present, An Qing can only memorize all two scriptures by heart, and can only practice after absorbing them when he opens the first state of the human body.
"Master Jian, actually... I have always wanted to ask you a question."
"Just ask."
"Who did you learn this tone of voice from?"
"My last master came from a planet called Earth. Well...he liked to peek at widows taking baths."
"..."
