Before the white-bearded old monk could finish his words, there was a gust of wind in the canyon, and he saw that a storm was coming.
The white-bearded old monk waved his hand, turned around and walked in the direction he came from.
While saying: "This is a rare cultivation treasure land in the world. I'm afraid you don't have ten days, so enjoy it."
Watson was stunned, looking at the storm rolling in front of him, and had to take out the iron sword given to him by his master.
The white-bearded old monk who had walked far away suddenly said: "Hurry up and put your heavy sword on your back. Do you want a gust of wind to blow you away and be lazy?"
When Watson heard the words and put the heavy sword on his back and faced the coming strong wind, he was still greatly shocked.
"I don't believe it anymore. Isn't it just practicing swordsmanship in the wind? Who is afraid of whom!" Watson gritted his teeth as he looked at the storm rolling in front of him.
Perhaps to remind Watson, the white-bearded old monk walked away and said: "Don't fight with barbaric power, but learn to cut skillfully in the wind? If you can't learn, don't come to see me."
Having said that, even he and Chen Chen had never practiced sword practice in this storm, and they had no idea how to teach Watson.
Watson didn't know what the old monk was thinking, so he just clenched the iron sword in his hand and made a horse stance sideways.
He knew that if he dared to face the wind head on, even if he carried a heavy sword, he would be blown away by the storm in the canyon.
"Zhao!" With a sound, Hua Chang's sword was unsheathed and he slashed at the falling leaves that were rolling in and caught in the strong wind.
The sand and stones mixed in the strong wind instantly knocked his long sword crooked, and even the fallen leaves were not touched. With a bang, he was blown back by the strong wind and had to step back again and again, retreating two feet.
"Are you just following the trend? If you don't take it seriously, you will be blown out of the canyon!"
The voice of the white-bearded old monk came in the wind, and he followed with a warning with a smile.
"Don't worry, uncle, I don't believe it!" Watson was stunned, and quickly activated the second level power of the formless body, and at the same time condensed the few true energy in his body into his arms.
With a loud roar, he slashed out with a sword chasing the wind.
On Wentian Peak, when he used his bamboo sword to slash out this sword, he had already achieved some success. However, in the storm in the canyon, he was once again blown up like a dead tree by the oncoming strong wind. , blowing back.
With another sword blow, Watson was blown two feet away again, and once again, he was about to be blown out of the canyon.
So he no longer thought about drawing the sword, but changed his method and moved forward against the stone wall. Even if he wanted to draw the sword, he had to move forward desperately.
He wanted to test how many moves he could perform in the wind, and then be blown out of the canyon by the strong wind.
If it doesn't work, try again. He didn't even flinch when he climbed Wentian Peak, so how could he bow to the strong wind in front of him?
However, even so, Watson, who was lying on the stone wall and moving forward, felt helpless because the strong wind in the canyon was everywhere.
At most, he could use his strength to grab the protruding stone wall and move forward slowly.
When he got close to the wind, he took out his iron sword again, slashed out and chased the wind. Once again, like a dead branch picked up by the strong wind, it flew towards the back of the canyon.
Watson reluctantly got up from the ground, stood up and pressed against the stone wall, and continued walking forward.
This time, he wanted to adapt to the wind first, and then think about cutting out a sword like the wind.
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In the dusty Buddhist hall, an old monk with a white beard was in a daze holding a tea cup.
Liao Chen, who was sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, looked at the old monk's dazed look and couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother took Watson to Icewind Valley to practice swordsmanship? Even I have never tried that place..."
The white-bearded old monk sighed and replied: "He has practiced the Buddhist method of physical body, and also understood the sword technique of subduing demons. It would be a waste not to go there."
"That's natural, but with his current cultivation level, it might be a bit forced." Liao Chen knew Watson's cultivation level and couldn't help but worry for his disciple.
"You can't have everything ready before you start practicing, right?" The white-bearded old monk murmured, "Aren't you going to let him go to the abyss in ten days? I'm just helping him."
Liao Chen retracted his gaze towards the void and said quietly: "I hope he can eliminate the danger in that place. In this way, you and I will have no regrets when we leave this world."
However, if the two of them came to Icewind Valley at this time and saw Watson in such a miserable state, how would they feel?
Watson gave the two of them one surprise after another, but it was achieved with his own courage.
The white-bearded old monk looked at Chen's dazed look, shook his head and said, "Watson said that he has understood the first form of the sword technique to conquer demons, which is to chase the wind with one sword."
"If he can't even stay in Icewind Valley, why go to the abyss?"
The white-bearded old monk knew that the two had high expectations for Watson. After all, Yunqi Temple had not seen such a miracle for a hundred years.
Liao Chen looked at the white-bearded old monk quietly and thought to himself that this is where you took Watson, and now he started to worry about him again.
Thinking of Watson's suffering in Icewind Valley, Liao Chen sighed and said: "Forget it, when he has mastered his sword skills, I will let him use the century-old elixir."
The white-bearded old monk was startled when he heard Fang, and blurted out: "Do you feel sorry for the person, or the elixir?"
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The two old men were worrying and sighing about the things under the abyss. Watson was having a good time in the canyon. He didn't care about the wind or rain.
Right now, he wanted to seize the glimmer of inspiration in his mind, and from the rolling storm, he wanted to feel the artistic conception of the sword coming out like the wind, withstanding the strong wind.
The sword moves of monks in the world are mostly strong and fast. He heard his master say that if it is too strong, it will break easily. To practice swordsmanship later, you need the combination of yin and yang, softness with strength.
And the artistic conception he realized from the wind happened to be the principle that the best is as good as water.
He hasn't realized the strong and yang sword intention yet, but he has a hint of the soft and benevolent sword intention.
Watson, who was battered by the violent storm, felt as if he was immersed in the river. He cut horizontally, vertically, and pulled diagonally in the violent wind... and gradually found some tricks.
There will no longer be the feeling of being unable to use the strength and being unable to use the sword as when I first came here.
After practicing for two hours, until I was exhausted, I was blown out of the canyon by the last strong wind, and I lay quietly on the ground in a daze.
After a while, he got up and paced back and forth in the canyon, thinking that if his master hadn't given him the heavy sword, he would have been blown away by a strong wind in a few blows.
If it weren't for the cultivation of the Formless Dharma Body, which was tempered with elixirs, and the strength of flesh and blood increased greatly after the hard training on Wentian Peak, he would not have been able to gain a foothold in the canyon and be unable to use this sword move.
Not to mention the wonderful attainment of being able to comprehend the spirit of chasing the wind with a sword.
Neither the master nor the white-bearded old monk taught him how to practice the sword technique of subduing demons, but he seemed to have understood a little bit of the artistic conception of subduing demons. Maybe when he went to the abyss, he could advance to another level.
Watson silently thought about his master's last moments, what kind of fright did he give himself? What kind of dangers and opportunities will there be in the unknown place.
Thinking of my sister who has already traveled far away, I miss her and worry at the same time.
He thought: "I wonder where my father and mother are at this time? Are they thinking about them like me? And my sister, I don't know where I am now. I am still hundreds of thousands of miles away from Kunlun." distance."
Practicing swordsmanship in the wind is several times more difficult than usual, and the speed of practice is naturally much faster than on Wentian Peak.
Watson felt that whether he was drawing or retracting his sword, he was a little faster than before. He still couldn't make a smooth slash with his sword and chased him. It was just that his speed was still a little behind.
Five days have passed since the first day the white-bearded old monk brought him here.
In five days, the master will take him to an unknown place. He is a little looking forward to it, but also a little worried.
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That night, after chopping firewood, Watson returned to the small courtyard and found that his master had prepared a concoction for him, using the century-old elixir given to him by Tantai Xiaoyu.
The master has already left, and there is only a strong aroma of medicine in the hall.
Watson dove into the kitchen, heated up a large pot, cooked a pot of porridge first, and then poured the concoction prepared by his master using a hundred-year elixir into the bathtub.
Amidst a crackling sound, I felt the bones all over my body making a violent sound again, and a knife-like pain came from the wounds scratched in the canyon.
The pain was so painful that he had to shout loudly and use his formless body to fight against the powerless pain.
In the end, the pain was so painful that he had to lean on the tub, gritted his teeth and stopped making any sound, hoping that he could use this to break through to the second stage of the Formless Dharmakaya.
The skin is like steel and can carry a sword. I believe it can also withstand unknown dangers.
After almost two hours of torture, when Watson was sitting quietly in the living room, staring at an oil lamp in a daze, he was now on the verge of breaking through the second stage of the Formless Dharmakaya.
He took out the iron sword and dragged it across his hand, leaving only a faint sword mark. There was only one opportunity left to continue practicing the third level of bone refining.
What made him even more unexpected was that at the moment when he was in agony, at the moment when his bone marrow, blood and flesh were recombined, his cultivation level went straight up and he stood at the ninth level of foundation building.
Otherwise, next spring, I will be able to break through to the golden elixir realm.
Looking at the faintly burning flames in the stove, Watson sighed and murmured to himself: "Sister, when you come back here, I will give you a surprise."
"I'm afraid you're going to give her a shock then."
Chen's voice came from the night sky: "If they want to stay in Kunlun for one to two years, I think it is not impossible for you to have already made the journey to heaven and reached the realm of Nascent Soul."
Thinking about the danger Watson was about to face, Liao Chen believed that when Watson came back from the abyss, he would already be in the middle stage of Golden Elixir.
If he continues to hone his skills in the first half of the year at Wentian Peak and Icewind Valley, even if he does not enter the Nascent Soul, he will still be at the peak of the Golden Core.
Such a fast cultivation speed is probably unprecedented and unprecedented.
Watson was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Master, it doesn't seem like it will take long for me to break through to the golden elixir realm."
Liao Chen was even more stunned. He didn't expect that Watson had only practiced swordsmanship in Icewind Valley for five days. Tonight, he used a century-old elixir to temper his body, and he had already stepped into the realm of golden elixir.
Even with the cultivation of the physical body, it has surpassed the cultivation of the ordinary golden elixir in the middle stage.
Thinking of this, Wuchen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What should I do? I don't have a century-old elixir for the time being, and even your uncle doesn't have it."
Due to some special reasons, there is no century-old elixir in the mountains behind Yunqi Temple, which has always been a pain in the hearts of past abbots.
Otherwise, they would not have arranged for their disciples to go to Kunlun with the monks from the academy and Phoenix Mountain.
Watson seemed to have thought of this a long time ago, looking at the night sky and smiling bitterly: "In this way, the disciple can only go out to search for the elixir after breaking through to the middle stage of the golden elixir."
In Watson's plan, he goes out to search for the elixir, travels in the rivers and lakes, and searches for his parents in the rivers and lakes.
Perhaps, within two years, we can get our parents back.
After the family is reunited, parents can run their business at home with peace of mind and no longer have to worry about their disabled bodies.
While I was thinking about it, Chen's voice came from the night sky again: "Maybe, where you are going, there may be elixirs that last for a hundred or even a thousand years!"
This was the guess of Liao Chen and the white-bearded old monk. They believed that the place would definitely not be a place of death.
Watson was overjoyed when he heard this and replied in a solemn voice: "So, this disciple will have to practice hard in the next few days."
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