In the early morning, Li Jian opened his eyes in his bamboo room.
Although people woke up on the couch, they did not lie down, but sat cross-legged. Recently, Li Jian found that resting like this seemed to be more energetic after waking up than sleeping in bed.
Pushing open the window and holding it up with a bamboo stick, the cool wind outside the bamboo house poured in from the window. When he walked out of the door, he was surrounded by the fragrance of various grasses and flowers, and among the flowing mountain springs, Li Jian After washing his hair and face with water and applying it randomly, he felt refreshed.
Pulling up his posture, Li Jian twisted his body left and right, punched or kicked, making the joints of his whole body jiggle. This was considered a body-building technique he had learned in his grandfather's army. Although now, I live in Wuling, but I still have to do this every morning to feel comfortable.
Just after finishing, I heard someone call: "Brother Li"
Li Jian followed the news and saw Qian Chao coming from the sky. Before he even landed on the ground, he had already handed over to Li Jian.
"Brother Qian" Li Jian was a little curious. Qian Chao might have something to do with him so early.
"Brother Li, come here, I have something I want you to take a look at." As he said that, Qian Chao took out the wooden stick that Song Yuan had left a few days ago, and still put it in the wooden box. On Li Jian's stone table.
After opening it, Li Jian saw that there was a wooden stick in the box. He couldn't help but be curious. He knew that Qian Chao had always been steady and not a narrow-minded person, so he asked, "Brother Qian, what is this?"
Qian Chao did not answer, but said: "Brother Li, get your two bamboo sticks."
After hearing this, Li Jian casually took out the two bamboo sticks, one long and one short, that he usually used from the storage bag, and placed them on the stone table.
Qian Chao thought for a while and took out another object from his storage bag. It was also a bamboo stick, but it was already withered and yellow and no longer green. Only the two bamboo sticks that Li Jian took out on the table were full of green.
Qian Chao looked at it, pointed at the wooden stick in the wooden box and said, "Brother Li, the wooden stick in that box has a name, it's called Sword Slough." After saying that, he took out the wooden stick and handed it to Li Jian.
"What is a sword slough?" Li Jian took the wooden stick and looked up and down. Although he was a swordsman, he had never heard of it.
"Well, let's put it this way, there was once a sword cultivator who took a piece of wood from an unknown spirit tree. Hey, it was the piece of wood in your hand, Brother Li, and then used it as a sword. I don't know why. , it may be that his life span has expired without a breakthrough, or it may be that he suffered an incurable injury in the battle, in short, he died, and then the once sharp thing in his hand became what it is now, this thing is the sword. "
"What!" Li Jian couldn't help but widen his eyes after hearing this. He put the wooden stick in front of his eyes again and looked at it carefully.
"Speaking of it, it was quite a twist for me to get this thing!" Seeing Li Jian looking at the stick attentively, Qian Chao smiled and recounted his experience of getting the stick.
After listening to Qian Chao's words, Li Jian nodded and asked, "Is it true that this thing can only be ground into wood powder and used to make incense?"
"This is why I came to see Brother Li. Among us, only Brother Li is a swordsman. Brother Li, give it a try and use your sword energy."
Li Jian actually had this intention for a long time. After hearing what Qian Chao said, he held the wooden stick in his hand like a sword. Unfortunately, after trying several times, his hand holding the wooden stick shone slightly, but the wooden stick was Nothing changes.
"No," Li Jian was a little disappointed, "Not only does this wooden stick have no response to my sword energy, but if I forcefully inject sword energy again, I'm afraid this wooden stick will fall apart."
Qian Chao said: "It's almost as I expected. The sword cultivator has been nourishing the stick with his own sword energy since it was taken down. Naturally, it can't be replaced by another person. Moreover, the sword cultivator has been dead for who knows how many years. Now, this sword is probably just a piece of dead wood."
"But" Qian Chao said, picking up one of Li Jian's bamboo sticks from the stone table, "Brother Li, try your own again."
The bamboo stick in Li Jian's hand naturally began to glow with the injection of sword energy.
Qian Chao came closer and stared at the bamboo stick carefully. Li Jian noticed that there was a glimmer of green light deep in Qian Chao's eyes, but he didn't care. He heard Qian Chao say that Xiao Wu was in the Little Lotus Lake. In the spiritual formation, Qian Chao's eyes had some changes.
After looking at it for a while, Qian Chao stood up straight again and said, "Sure enough, there is some resemblance." After that, he smiled at Li Jian.
Just when Li Jian was about to ask what the resemblance was, he saw Qian Chao rummaging through his storage bag, taking out a pen and paper, and started drawing on a piece of paper, but what he drew was crooked. It was winding and dense like an ink ball. Then he took another piece of paper and started drawing again. It was also winding and winding, but he used very little pen and ink.
After finishing the painting, Qian Chao pointed to the paper with the ink ball on it and said: "In this sword shedding, I found that the veins inside the wood are entangled with each other, just like a ball. Just like this, one by one. "Within the wooden stick," he pointed to the later ball with very little ink and said, "the same is true in Brother Li's own bamboo stick, but the way the veins are entangled in Brother Li's bamboo stick is different, and It’s also much sparser and much less numerous.”
Li Jian probably understood what Qian Chao meant, and his chest couldn't help beating. He asked, "How many intertwined connections are there in this sword shedding?"
"Sixteen places" Qian Chao said, and before Li Jian could ask again, he added, "There is a place in Brother Li's bamboo stick, right in the middle of the bamboo stick."
Qian Chao pointed to the completely dry bamboo stick on the stone table. At that time, he had taken out a young bamboo from Li Jian's bamboo forest. "Although there are veins in it, they are not entangled."
Li Jian nodded, he already understood Qian Chao's intention.
"I didn't expect that the unintentional act that day actually coincided with the art of sword cultivation." Li Jian sighed.
Indeed, if he keeps using his two bamboo sticks like this, as his cultivation improves step by step, he will hopefully become the Wood Spirit Sword in the story! If he unfortunately dies in the future, these two bamboo sticks will also be called Sword Slough by future generations.
"If that's the case, it seems like we'll have to work more on these two bamboos in the future." Li Jian said with a smile.
"Senior Brother Song Yuan said this sword was forged when he brought it. I was still curious. Now it seems that it's not that bad, but only you sword cultivators can refine it."
"It's very important for me to know this. Thank you very much, Brother Qian."
"Thank you. But, Brother Li, I have thought more about it. I am not a sword cultivator. I know about sword cultivators. In my opinion, this technique is definitely not an evil technique. But does Mu Xiufeng have any idea about this technique? It’s taboo, Brother Li, it’s best to ask someone more, or find some books to read. If you want to practice this technique for a long time, it’s best to understand some things, so that you can have confidence in your heart.”
After hearing this, Li Jian nodded and said, "Yes, well, I will go to the library inside the door to have a look, or ask a senior brother to ask. I think this method is definitely not a magic, but it is not a forbidden magic. I'd better find out." That’s good.”
After talking for a while, Qian Chao said he wanted to go back and continue to refine spiritual weapons for others, so he left. Since the sword slip was useless, Qian Chao took it away. As for the dried bamboo stick, Qian Chao threw it away.
