An Qing was struck by Master Jian, and his fair and delicate face turned red. He secretly glanced at the stunned young man from the corner of his eye, and said angrily in his heart: "Then what do you think we should do!"
Master Jian chuckled: "Boy, what do you think is the most important thing in sword cultivation?"
An Qing replied without thinking: "Of course it's a sword."
Master Jian said: "Yes, that's also wrong."
An Qing was silent. It seemed that Master Jian's ambiguous answer made him understand something, but it also seemed that he had forgotten something.
Master Jian sighed: "Have you forgotten what you once said? Isn't it the same whether you have a sword in your heart or not?"
"..."
An Qing recalled his understanding of the sword when he was in the bamboo forest, and his body and mind were suddenly shocked. After a moment, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he said with shame: "I actually forgot my initial understanding of the sword's intention. It's really embarrassing."
At that time, I only had a wooden sword, and I didn't even have any level of cultivation. With one scene and sixteen words, I understood the true meaning of the sword.
But now, with his cultivation level and some top-grade spiritual crystals on his body, he started to crave material things.
I hope whatever I use is the best.
And forget the purest essence of sword intention.
Seeing An Qing like this, Master Jian said earnestly: "Just understand. It's normal for you to be obsessed with foreign objects when you first entered the world of cultivation. Today you have awakened, so don't be obsessed with the quality of the sword. I solemnly tell you , everything can be greedy for good or bad, but not the sword. To be a good sword, I am enough. Although you can’t use it for the time being, do you expect that you will never be able to cultivate the realm of unity in your lifetime? "
"What's more, for a sword cultivator, the sword is just a carrier, or just the icing on the cake. The sword cultivator's strongest sword is himself."
An Qing stopped looking at Yuanji Sword: "Then how should I choose?"
Master Jian pondered for a moment, "I think that tree stump is good."
tree stump?
An Qing was startled and looked in the direction pointed by Master Jian. He saw a spiritual tree planted in a jade flowerpot in an inconspicuous corner of the store.
The spiritual wood was dry and charred, and it looked completely lifeless at first glance. But miraculously, some unnoticeable buds actually grew on the spiritual wood.
"The dead tree is springing up, it's such a good mood. Just think of a way to get it, and use your sword intent to cut it into a sword."
An Qing stared at the half-length spiritual tree and nodded silently.
After a meal, An Qing came out of the No. 1 weapons store in the world with a piece of withered and charred spiritual wood in his arms with satisfaction, attracting curiosity and whispers from passers-by.
I've seen people come out with strange Taoist soldiers, but I've never seen anyone come out holding a tree stump.
"This young master is really weird. He is wearing something respectable, but he has a broken sword hanging on his waist. There are so many good Taoist soldiers, but he still spends a lot of money to buy a tree stump for viewing. It's really It’s so strange.”
The young man stood by the door, looked at An Qing who was walking away, and shook his head.
"Boy Chen, what are you muttering about there?"
An older maid in palace clothes came over with a smile.
The young waiter shrugged: "Sister Qiu, it's nothing. I just met a very strange customer just now. He didn't buy anything, but bought a potted plant in the corner of our store."
"It's quite strange." The maid in palace clothes looked surprised, but she seemed to have thought of something and said, "Don't worry about it for now, Master Baixiao is looking for you."
"Looking for me?" The young man was startled, pointed at himself and said in disbelief: "Are you sure?"
"Sure, go to the backyard first." The woman in palace attire urged.
At the urging of the maid in palace attire, the young man came to the backyard with a puzzled look on his face.
Master Baixiao is the number one weapon shop in the world. After Master Duan Yunzi, there is another top weapon refining master in the number one weapon shop in the world. He is famous in the world of human cultivation, and those who associate with him are all giants in the world of cultivation.
I'm just a shop assistant.
What does Master Baixiao want from me?
The young man did not believe the words of the maid in palace attire at all.
Under the peach blossom trees in the backyard, an old man in white robe with beautiful trees facing the wind turned his back to the young waiter, concentrating on admiring the flowers. In his hand, he was spinning two dice the size of eggs.
The young man couldn't help being surprised when he saw the old man in white robes. He quickly stepped forward and bowed: "See Master Baixiao."
"I heard that you sold the dragon-grained wood that I accidentally got in the wild world. Is there such a thing?" Master Baixiao turned his head and looked at the young man, and said with a pleasant face.
When the young man heard this, he knelt down in horror and explained: "Master Baixiao, I don't know where you put that piece of wood. I thought it was just an ordinary ornament. That guest is very strange. Please name him." I want that piece of wood, so I... also ask Master Baixiao to forgive me." After saying that, he kowtowed repeatedly.
"Get up, I'm not blaming you." Master Bai Xiao said with a smile: "I'm just curious about who bought it. After all, that piece of wood is indeed just an ordinary spiritual wood. I accidentally discovered it when I was traveling in the wilderness. Because it was The thing that was struck by lightning was originally dead, but I never thought it could still grow buds, and the artistic conception was still good, so I brought it and put it in the store."
The young man was relieved when he heard this, stood up and said respectfully: "Master Baixiao, he is a young man..."
After listening to the story, Master Baixiao nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes: "The young man holding the sword actually understood the meaning. I think his future achievements will definitely be extraordinary, haha!"
The young man was confused and didn't understand why Master Baixiao spoke so highly of that young man.
...
An Qing walked on the street with the wood in his arms, ignoring the surprised looks around him, and headed straight towards the inn. As soon as he entered the inn, the shopkeeper walked up quickly and said, "Sir, you are back."
An Qing was startled, "What's wrong?"
The shopkeeper smiled with admiration and said: "You don't know something. Just after you went out, a group of immortal masters came to the door and wanted to see you. They also said they wanted you to join their sect. I said you have been captured by Zulong. After being admitted to the academy, those immortal masters left in anger, and I also heard others say about your wonderful game, it was really amazing."
An Qing was stunned when he heard this and touched his chin. It seemed that he had indeed told the shopkeeper about being admitted to Zulong Xiyuan in his spare time. He was either showing off, or the token hanging on his waist was looked at by the shopkeeper. When he arrived, he immediately shook his head: "Shopkeeper Liao praised it."
The shopkeeper said: "Your Majesty, you are so humble. Your heroic deeds have spread. Now everyone is talking about you."
An Qing shook his head and smiled, without comment. After a few words with the shopkeeper, he went upstairs, came to the room and put the spirit wood on the table. After thinking for a while, he used his sword energy to cut off the excess part of the spirit wood.
This process is very slow. While cutting, the sword intention is also poured into the spiritual wood.
It took half a night to cut the spirit wood into the general outline of the sword, and then carve out the sword's shape bit by bit more carefully.
An Qing was very focused, drinking while carving...
Before I knew it, it was already dawn.
When An Qing finished carving, he fell asleep on the table before he had time to appreciate the masterpiece he had worked so hard for all night.
To be precise, he was drunk.
The sword master flew up from the table, and the sword hilt released a black light that swept over the wooden sword, and nodded with satisfaction: "Although it looks rough, the sword's intention is truly left on the wooden sword. Well, not bad, this Boy, you’ve made progress again.”
