Xu Huaigu listened to the name carefully and suddenly thought of something. He almost jumped up in fright and said in surprise: "Your name is Deng Zhiyuan! Are you the owner of the green sword in the sky last time?"
Xu Huaigu couldn't believe his ears. His face was full of shock as he looked at the woman in green drinking tea slowly. His heart was beating so fast that he almost screamed!
That's Deng Zhiyuan!
Although he did not know the name of the green sword woman in the sky at the time, he also learned about her from his conversations with the palace maids in the following days. The strongest person in East Fuyao Continent, Deng Zhiyuan of Fuyao Sect!
Xu Huaigu closed his eyes and took a deep breath for a long time before catching his breath. He stood at the door and looked at her, not daring to walk over. He was at a loss.
He really didn't know how to treat Deng Zhiyuan. He was afraid that if he accidentally offended her, he would cry to death by then?
Deng Zhiyuan slowly sipped the tea and said, "Yes, that's me. Also, you don't have to be so afraid of me. I just saw you practicing swordplay alone in the woods, and it was a pity that you couldn't get it right. Anyway, I have to do it these days. If you stay in Binxi, why not teach you swordsmanship so that you can avoid detours?"
Xu Huaigu became even more excited when he heard this. This was a great opportunity to hit him on the head. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly imitated the disciple's example, knelt down on his knees, cupped his hands into fists, and said respectfully: "Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow!"
Deng Zhiyuan moved casually, and Xu Huaigu's knees could no longer kneel down. He looked at Deng Zhiyuan with a little doubt and thought to himself that something was wrong. Did he do something wrong?
Deng Zhiyuan said: "It's not that easy to be my disciple. I just think that you and I are destined to teach you a thing or two. If you really want to be my disciple, the requirements are not that simple."
Xu Huaigu asked hurriedly: "Then what should I do to become a senior disciple?"
"I will teach you a set of sword cultivation methods later, and then give you the sword skills. You can practice diligently by yourself. If you can travel all over the East Fuyao Continent and come north from Dayu Country to our Fuyao Sect, then Come and see me, and then I will make more decisions and decide whether to accept you as a disciple."
When Xu Huaigu heard that he still had a chance, he said without hesitation: "Thank you, senior, for giving me the opportunity. I will definitely do it!"
"Okay," Deng Zhiyuan put the saucer and teacup on the table and faced him, "but you don't have a suitable sword to use yet, so I'll give you one."
She raised her hand to her hair, twitched her palm in her bun, and a small sword two feet long appeared in her hand.
Xu Huaigu looked at her bun with wide eyes, only to find that her bun was covered with many small hairpin-like things, but they were very different from ordinary hairpins. Xu Huaigu's eyes widened, and he suddenly had a strange thought: Could these be all her swords?
Deng Zhiyuan did not hide it, and said with a smile: "You guessed it right, these are my swords, keep them with me at all times."
Xu Huaigu also laughed, thinking this idea was weird. Sticking your sword in your hair is an unheard-of way of wielding a sword.
But looking at the densely packed small hairpins, I guess there must be thirty or forty hairpins. If they were all sent out, wouldn't they stab people into sieves?
Deng Zhiyuan did not rush to give him the small pocket sword in his hand, but said a little seriously: "I am going to tell you the basic matters of sword practice. You must listen carefully."
Xu Huaigu also suppressed the strange thoughts in his head, sat upright and nodded solemnly.
"There are thousands of ways to practice one path. At present, the mainstream cultivation paths of the human race include sword cultivators, monks, and warriors. Of course, there are many other paths of cultivation, such as ghost cultivators, poison cultivators, demons, sword masters, formation masters, etc., but these There are very few cultivation paths. Generally, there are only a few ancient methods for practice, and there are no large sects. Most of the power lies in the hands of individuals. Besides the human race, there are also cultivation methods of the demon clan and ghost clan, and the corresponding demon clan and ghosts Clan can cultivate and become a great person.
No matter which path of cultivation in the world, it can be divided into twelve realms, and they are called from one realm to twelve realms. Each realm is a watershed, and often there is a difference between one realm and the other.
The Dharma Door is the prerequisite for practice. No matter which avenue it is, the Dharma Door is the formula that leads you to a certain state. It is indispensable. There are also people who are gifted and can create their own methods, but they are all geniuses in that field, and they are rare.
Let me now talk to you about the practice of sword cultivation. Sword cultivators take the sword as their way, nurture a sword energy, and stay with the sword day and night. The end point of the practice should be when the swords sing together, regardless of each other.
Sword cultivators attach great importance to killing. They move forward indomitably. When drawing a sword, you must never turn back. When encountering a strong enemy, you must never retreat. The secret is to use the three words of quickness, accuracy, and ruthlessness to kill the enemy before he kills you! Either you die or he lives!
At the fifth level of sword cultivation, you can only wear a sword. At the sixth level, you can refine a sword to make a natal flying sword. There is no need to hang it. The sword is in your hand at a thought. You can refine the second flying sword at the eighth level, but you must pay special attention to the fact that the natal flying sword is closely related to the sword cultivator. If the natal flying sword is damaged, the sword cultivator will also be seriously injured or even fall into the realm, so be sure to protect the flying sword. . "
After Deng Zhiyuan said so much, Xu Huaigu was still frowning and listening attentively, understanding every word carefully and not daring to miss a word. After all, this was the first time that he knew systematically what cultivation was all about. In the past, he only learned a few words from Taoist priests.
This is related to your future future, so you must take it seriously.
Deng Zhiyuan also felt that he talked a little too much. In fact, there were many things on the path of spiritual practice that he still needed to experience by himself. Talking too much on his own would only make him timid and useless.
This is what is said on the mountain: "The master leads you in, and cultivation depends on oneself."
She stood up, solemnly handed over the small unsheathed sword, and said: "Xu Huaigu, now I will give you a sword. Stand up straight, catch the sword with both hands, and do not touch the hilt!"
Xu Huaigu did as he was told.
The moment his palm touched the sword, a cold feeling hit him. He tried hard to keep his hand from being pressed down and looked at the sword excitedly.
The sword is about two feet long, much shorter than ordinary swords, about two fingers wide, and is entirely silver-white. It is a classic style. The shining blade and edge of the sword were right at his hand, and they looked as thin as cicada wings at a glance. A piece of gorgeous satin hangs from the sword's head. As the tassel of this sword, it is very beautiful, like a fine work of art.
Deng Zhiyuan continued: "The name of the sword is Cangshui. The sword's intention is very entangled and feminine. It is good at resolving the opponent's moves and offloading force. It is flexible and flexible, and its sword skills are erratic. It is suitable for beginners."
Xu Huaigu stood up straight and listened. He felt that this moment was very solemn. From his tone, he could tell that Deng Zhiyuan had great respect for every sword.
After saying all this, Xu Huaigu suddenly felt that the water in his hands was trembling. He raised his head and looked at the sword in surprise, not knowing what happened.
Deng Zhiyuan seemed a little pleased and pampered, and said with a smile: "This means it recognizes you."
When Xu Huaigu heard this, he sincerely smiled. Looking at this sword that belonged to him, he felt indescribably excited.
Xu Huaigu raised his head and looked at Deng Zhiyuan, his smile as bright as a peach blossom, and said, "Then when can I go practice sword practice?"
"Now you can."
Xu Huaigu excitedly grasped the hilt of the sheathless sword, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that it would escape accidentally. The hilt of the sword was cold in his hand, and he held it just right, neither light nor heavy.
Seeing Xu Huaigu eager to go out and give it a try, Deng Zhiyuan remembered that he seemed to be like this before, and couldn't help but sigh.
She pointed to the long sword placed on Xu Huaigu's bed and said, "You must also carry that long sword on your back. You are not allowed to take it off in the future, whether for sword practice or on the road."
Xu Huaigu was a little confused, but he was quickly overcome by the excitement of having a new sword. He immediately ran over and couldn't wait to put the sword Bai Xiaoyu gave him on his back. The heavy feeling hit him again, but he tried to straighten up. I thought to myself: A true swordsman will never be defeated by a sword!
Deng Zhiyuan went out first, and Xu Huaigu followed her, thinking that the sword Bai Xiaoyu gave him should have a name. He had already searched every place on the long sword, but there was no inscription. Now that he had a Cangshui, what should the long sword be called?
Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, let’s call her Xiaoyu.
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In early summer, on the top of the mountain outside Binxi City, the scorching sun was like fire, making a piece of stone on the top of the mountain very hot. At this time, Xu Huaigu was practicing swordsmanship and swordsmanship with his bare feet on the hot stone.
Hot stones are the best supervision. As soon as he stops, his feet will be so hot that he can't stand it even after taking a breath, so he can only practice and practice again and again.
Next to him was Deng Zhiyuan's shout: "If you are a sword, show it's weakness, open it to gain advantage, use it later to unleash it, and be the first to reach it!"
"Hold the sword straight, don't shake it!"
Xu Huaigu gritted his teeth and took another step, turning the edge of his sword from bottom to top, making a tricky sword-picking posture. The sword behind him suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he was unable to get up.
"Stand up straight, don't care what's behind you, just use this sword!"
Xu Huaigu was exhausted and still couldn't stand up. Deng Zhiyuan said with a cold face: "If you can't get up now, just stand here and don't move!"
The scalding temperature under his feet hit him. Xu Huaigu gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, and finally thrust out the sword with the tip pointed upward, and straightened up.
Deng Zhiyuan finally nodded with satisfaction. He let go of his left hand inadvertently, and the strength on the sword from his back was also removed.
Xu Huaigu was soaked to the skin and was already sweating. He was panting like an ox. He looked at the bright red clouds on the horizon and knew that it was almost dark now.
Deng Zhiyuan said: "Today's practice ends here. I will not guide you again in the future. I have also taught you these basic sword moves. From now on, it is all up to you to practice by yourself."
Xu Huaigu seemed to have lost all the energy to speak, and he cherished his words like gold and said: "Okay."
Deng Zhiyuan turned around and left. Xu Huaigu watched her go away, relieved, and exhaled a long breath. He suddenly felt great pain in his waist, and immediately wanted to take off the long sword behind him. But then he thought about Deng Zhiyuan telling him not to take it off when he was on the road, and he was a little hesitant for a while.
Looking up, Deng Zhiyuan had already walked far away. Xu Huaigu frowned and hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and put the sword on his back again.
He meditated on the spot and rested for a few breaths, then took heavy steps again, faced the gorgeous sunset, wiped his sweat, and went down the mountain.
