"I always feel that your Peak Master is lacking in brains. You can just listen to what he says."
As Fairy Lingyue spoke, she got into the gourd with some enthusiasm, and then yawned: "Taiping, I won't accompany you tomorrow morning, you can go alone."
"Well, there's no need to trouble Sister Lingyue with this little matter."
Xu Taiping nodded.
Although Fairy Lingyue's divine energy has recovered somewhat, it is still in a remnant state after all. She must have sufficient rest time every day, otherwise the spirit will be depleted.
"Pingdan is almost Yinshi, so I might as well practice the Danxia Jue for two more hours tonight, and when it gets dark, I'll go straight to the moon pool."
Xu Taiping thought this as he walked back to Fan Tower.
With his current level of cultivation, drinking gentian wine would not be a big problem if he stayed up for several nights in a row.
…
The next day, early morning.
According to the agreement, Xu Taiping came to Laoyuetan at dawn.
Because Laoyuetan Lake was not far from Qiyuexuan, he didn't use merit coins to hire spirit birds. He just ran up the mountain to practice his strength and body skills.
"Why haven't these three elders arrived yet?"
What made Xu Taiping feel a little strange was that he sat on a big rock in the middle of the pond and waited until the sun came out completely. He did not wait for the elder Sansan in the letter from the peak master.
But just as he was looking around boredly, he suddenly discovered a large wooden sign hanging on the cliff of the waterfall to the west of Laoyuetan.
Out of boredom and curiosity, Xu Taiping jumped up and landed lightly on the cliff. Then like a dexterous ape, he climbed up the protruding rocks on the cliff and quickly approached the tree. Next to the cards.
Take a closer look.
Xu Taiping discovered that this wooden sign was actually nailed to the cliff by a rusty long sword.
And on the wooden board, there was a line of very elegant large characters engraved——
"If you want to learn my swordsmanship, you must first follow the instructions on the sword control method left on this wooden plaque. Control this sword to stab at least three thousand swords on the cliff here. For ten consecutive days, not one sword will be missed."
"If I have anything to do in the future, I will leave a sign here. If you have something to do, you can also leave a sign here."
Signed by Sansan layman.
"It turned out to be really left by Elder Sansan."
Xu Taiping said with some surprise.
Then, he first pulled out the rusty long sword and made a mark on the cliff, and then jumped down from the cliff with the wooden tablet with the mental formula written on it, making a "snap" sound. He landed on the big rock again.
Xu Taiping didn't pay much attention to the fact that Elder Sansan didn't show up. He just felt that the other party must have something urgent to do. After all, he is also a monk and has to practice. How can he have time to teach you often.
"Let's take a look at this sword-controlling technique first."
Then Xu Taiping sat cross-legged on the big stone and began to carefully read the nameless sword-controlling technique on the wooden board.
The reason why it is said to be the unknown sword-controlling mental method is, of course, that Master Sansan did not mention the name of this mental method at all, but judging from the words he used to describe this mental method, he is still very confident in this set of sword-controlling mental methods. of.
"It's not particularly difficult."
After reading the entire article carefully several times, Xu Taiping tried it a few times and then felt relieved.
For Xu Taiping, who has already practiced many arts, this set of mental formulas is not very complicated.
However, he soon discovered that even if he mastered the mental formula, it was far more difficult than he imagined to control the flying sword freely through the air with sword control.
This feeling was like the first time he practiced the Canxia Sutra with a mortal body. There was always a feeling that he was not strong enough to do it.
He guessed that he was still restricted by this mortal body.
"I should be able to overcome it now. It doesn't matter even if it takes double or even triple the time."
While Xu Taiping was thinking this, he began to try again and again to control the rusty sword to float.
Perhaps it was because of such a long period of cultivation experience, or perhaps because of the support of Hope Netherland's cultivation. After trying for a full hour, Xu Taiping was finally able to control the rusty long sword and fly there. The spot on the cliff where he had marked.
"thump!"
But before Taiping could be happy, the rusty sword fell out of the air uncontrollably and fell straight into the pool.
He tried many times, but every time he left scratches on the cliff, the flying sword lost control and fell into the pool.
As for the sword in the water, Xu Taiping couldn't control it with his sword-handling skills for the time being, so every time it fell, he had to dive into the pool to retrieve the sword.
But even so, Xu Taiping still enjoyed it.
Because unlike when he relied on bone-cleansing and marrow-cutting soup to practice the Canxia Sutra, now he is completely relying on his own strength to practice this sword-controlling technique, so even a small improvement is enough to make him excited.
So, he started over and over again, constantly wielding and picking up swords.
In the blink of an eye, the sun had set in the west, and he finally finished the three thousand swords arranged by Elder Sansan before it got dark.
"Three thousand and zero...one sword."
After straining his exhausted soul to make three thousand and one scratches on the cliff with the rusty sword, Xu Taiping ended the exercise with satisfaction.
"Huh... go back and soak in the acupuncture-opening soup and practice the Danxia Technique. I'll put aside the other techniques for the next two days."
While Xu Taiping was thinking this, he picked up the rusty sword on the ground, then picked up the wooden sign and walked down the mountain. While walking, he still didn't forget to practice the Feng Ying Bu movement.
"With a few more days of practice, my sword-wielding speed should be able to improve a bit."
He thought so in his heart.
If it weren't for the daily breathing and refining of Danxia Jue that couldn't be interrupted, he would actually want to consolidate the results of today's sword practice.
…
Not long after Xu Taiping left.
An old man appeared on the cliff with a flying sword under his feet. He was stroking his beard and counting the scratches on the cliff.
This old man, as expected, must be the Sansan layman.
"Three thousand and one swords? That's all. If you are really serious, give me three thousand three hundred swords. What's the point of one more sword? I'll come back tomorrow. If you're still so unwilling to make progress, I won't bother to teach you. ."
The old man snorted coldly, then turned around and flew away with his sword, disappearing into the night.
