When Nan Dao came to Jingsi Lake, Qiu Xi'er was already at the lakeside. He looked down at the white flowers floating in the lake. Nan Dao didn't notice until he was behind her.
"What are you looking at, sir?"
Nan Dao stood behind him, smelling the fragrance, and asked softly.
Qiu Xi'er woke up with a start, turned to look at Nan Dao, and said calmly: "It's nothing. Have you developed your sword meaning?"
Nan Dao took the sword from his waist with some shame and said, "Not yet. Mr. Yunhu's book said that we should search for the seeds of sword intent in the divine sea, but I didn't find it."
Qiu Xi'er listened calmly and did not blame anything. She just said: "Sword intent is naturally not easy to cultivate. If you still haven't found it after a long time, you can try to sharpen the sword more."
"Sharpening a sword?"
Nan Dao pulled out the ugly sword from its sheath, tilted his head, looked at it, and said to himself, "It seems that it really needs to be sharpened more."
Qiu Xi'er took the sword from Nan Dao's hand and said calmly: "The sword does not depend on the shape, but on the intention. I want you to sharpen the sword, not to make it look prettier."
"Why is that?"
"Sharpening swords is for meditation. Many years ago, when people from the Liuyun Sword Sect went out to kill people, they would sharpen their swords under the eaves. Firstly, to make the swords sharper, and secondly, to strengthen their hearts. When he sharpened his swords under the eaves, When he used the sword for one night, he would know in his heart that this person must be killed, and the sword intention took shape."
As Qiu Xi'er spoke, he looked at the sword in his hand.
"Many years ago, when Mojian Cliff was still called the Ten-Year Sword Sect, it was famous for its sword sharpening. Only after ten years of sharpening a sword can it be called Frost Blade."
Nan Dao understood and said, "Start grinding now?"
Qiu Xi'er shook her head and said, "Today I want to teach you some sword skills."
"Will you teach me today?"
While Nan Dao was still asking, the autumn water that had sunk into the lake broke out of the lake and landed in front of Nan Dao with a chill.
"I'll teach you today." Qiu Xi'er said while looking at Nan Dao. "Take up the sword."
Nan Dao hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to hold the sword, and felt a chill as soon as he held it. Looking down, he saw that the accumulated sword intent condensed like frost, turning into chains, locking Nan Dao's right hand. live.
"This is because I'm afraid you won't be able to hold the sword and will escape."
Qiu Xier explained.
Nan Dao raised his hand, and the autumn water was held in his hand. Under the afternoon sun, cold light flowed.
Autumn water.
The famous sword in the world, the sword of the contemporary Mojian Yaya Lord, although it is not as good as Mojianya Zhenya Double Sword Lingtai and Fangcun, there are few better swords in this world.
The only pity is that this sword is about to break.
Nan Dao was very curious as to what had happened to such a sword to end up in this state.
"This was broken by the previous master of the Human Sword Sect." Qiu Xi'er seemed to know what Nan Dao was thinking, and stood there and said calmly. "But don't worry, with your current strength, you won't be able to break the stone even if it takes ten years."
Nan Dao was relieved, but he was worried that if he accidentally broke it, he couldn't afford to pay for it. Nan Dao held the sword, looked at Qiu Xi'er and said, "Sir, please."
Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake holding her long sword upside down, looking at the water and said: "Today I will teach you the fastest sword in the world."
"What is a fast sword?"
Before Nan Dao could finish his words, he looked at the sword tip in front of him in shock.
Qiu Xi'er was still standing by the lake, but a second Qiu Xi'er appeared in front of him, with cold eyes and a sword in his hand against his throat.
"This is the fastest sword in the world." Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake holding the sword and said calmly.
It wasn't until these words came out that Qiu Xi'er in front of Nan Dao slowly dispersed.
White magnolias fell on the ground, and they were all chopped into two halves.
Nan Dao said shamefully: "I didn't understand. Sir, you can..."
Another sword came before him.
Nan Dao clearly saw the cracks on the sword blade.
It just started to appear.
Qiu Xi'er put the sword back and raised it to her eyes. After looking at it for a long time, a piece of white magnolia fell on the blade of the sword and started to burn.
"Actually, there is nothing special about it." Qiu Xi'er looked at the white flowers burned to ashes on the sword blade.
"It's just fast."
"quick?"
Nan Dao lowered his head to look at the autumn water in his hand, raised his hand and stabbed out with his sword, hitting a piece of falling magnolia flower.
Qiu Xi'er looked at Nan Dao calmly and said, "That's it. The quick sword in the world is the simplest straight thrust. It abandons all sword techniques and sword intentions, removes all unnecessary body movements, and concentrates the whole body's energy and energy. At one point, then stab it out."
Nan Dao shook off the magnolia flower on the tip of the sword and said doubtfully: "But it looks more like the Liuyun Sword Sect's swordsmanship."
"Yes, the Human Kuai Sword is a swordsmanship based on the retro-style sword sect."
"Then why is it Mojianya's swordsmanship?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Because no one in the world can be faster than Mojianya's sword."
No one has stronger sword intent than Mo Jian Ya.
Nan Dao seemed to understand something and said: "So this sword has no Taoist skills and no swordsmanship. It just pursues the ultimate speed?"
Qiu Xi'er said lightly: "Of course not. The fastest sword in the world is just the beginning of Mojianya's swordsmanship. It is not only the fastest sword, but also the fastest swordsmanship. If you want to go to Mojianya, you must Learn this sword."
"What if I can't learn?"
"Then we can only go to the East China Sea and climb the sword ladder in person, which is 3,650 feet. Within three years of practicing, if you can cross the white clothes, you can enter."
"It's difficult?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "If it is not difficult, how can Mojianya be called the leader of the sword sect in the world?"
Nan Dao didn't speak any more, raised his hand, and stabbed out the Qiu Shui sword in his hand.
There was a faint sound of swords in the air.
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "It's too slow."
Then he held the sword forward and stabbed out.
Before the sound was heard, the sword arrived first, and the white magnolias fell down all over the forest, and there was heavy snow on the lakeside.
Nan Dao stared at this scene blankly, but Qiu Xi'er just calmly held up the sword and shook away the burning magnolia flower on the sword.
"Why do flowers fall on the sword and burn?"
"Because this sword is too fast, this sword is just ordinary iron. The friction heats up, and the material inside is burning."
Qiu Xi'er raised her hand and gently stroked the sword body, but the long sword fell softly.
"For a sword cultivator, there is never any natural magic weapon. Only the sword that accompanies him throughout his life can burn away the impurities in tens of thousands of sword strikes and become a famous sword in the world." Qiu Xi'er handed over the sword. The sword that was burning inside was handed to Nan Dao.
"Give it a name."
Nan Dao finally understood why Qiu Xi'er took Qiu Shui out of the lake.
It's not for him to practice swordsmanship.
But to engrave his sword.
Carve it with a famous sword, and you will naturally not dare to live up to it in the future.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then raised his sword and carved two words on the sword.
Peach blossom.
"Just call it peach blossom."
Nan Dao said softly, and then the Qiu Shui Sword in his hand faded away and flew into Qiu Xi'er's hand. Nan Dao took the Peach Blossom Sword, which still looked ugly.
The temperature of the sword body is dissipating, so it becomes hard again.
Nan Dao held the hilt of the sword and placed the blade on the crook of his left arm, looking at it intently.
Then he looked up at Qiu Xi'er, who was wiping the condensed moisture on the Qiu Shui sword.
"What's the name of sir's sword?"
Qiu Xi'er threw the autumn water in her hand into the lake and said calmly: "Hometown."
Hometown?
Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er, always feeling that the name contained deep meaning, but the latter just stood calmly by the lake.
Nandao then thought of his hometown of Peach Blossom again.
The hometown of peach blossoms.
"Sir, your sword name is very good." Nan Dao praised.
Qiu Xi'er looked back at him, returned to the corridor, picked up an open book and started reading.
Nan Dao didn't bother him. He stood under the magnolia trees with white flowers falling continuously and started to draw his sword.
After practicing all afternoon, it was not until dusk when Qiu Xi'er got up to leave that Nan Dao remembered something and followed Qiu Xi'er and asked, "Where is Mojian Cliff?"
Qiu Xi'er stopped under the tree, looked at Nandao, and said, "Everyone says that the cliffs in the East China Sea are high. What do you think they look like?"
"Is there a sea of clouds?"
"have."
"Is there a big lake outside the cliff?"
Qiu Xi'er glanced at Nandao and walked towards the outside of Jingsi Lake.
"No, if your common sense is not very good, you can go to Wenhua Academy to take more classes."
Nan Dao stood there with a blank look on his face.
What does it mean?
After thinking for a while, he followed and walked out.
In fact, he just suddenly remembered what happened this morning.
That high cliff was so weird that it reminded him of Mojian Cliff.
But judging from Qiu Xi'er's reaction, it was obvious that it was not Mojian Cliff.
So, where is that place?
How did he get in?
Could it really be just a daydream?
Nan Dao walked thoughtfully on the apricot blossom path.
Then he bumped into someone.
Looking up, it turned out to be Yun Huzhi.
"Mr. Yunhu, why are you here?" Nan Dao saluted.
Yun Huzi smiled and said: "I was giving a lecture just now, and I just wanted to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Sir, do you have something to do with me?"
Yun Huzhi took off the wine flask tied around his waist, handed it to Nan Dao, and said hesitantly: "This is the wine flask your father sent you. He told you to... practice well... ..."
Nan Dao took the jug, opened the lid and saw that there were only two peach blossoms left inside. He raised his head and looked at Yun Hu Wenzhi suspiciously, and said, "Sir, you won't drink my wine secretly."
Yun Hu covered his face in pain and said awkwardly: "I don't drink. It's just that there is alcohol in this, but..."
"But what?"
Yun Huzhi sighed and said, "This is what Dean Qingxiang brought back, but Dean Qingxiang accidentally drank it all."
"..."
Nan Dao held the sword in his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, sir, can you tell me where the dean is now? The dean took the trouble to bring me a wine bottle. I want to thank him in person."
"...Nandao, don't be impulsive. The dean is a great demon in the world, and you are the only one who has entered Taoism..."
Nan Dao gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay. I really just want to thank him in person. I plan to recognize him as a foster father. What do you think, sir?"
Yun Hu smiled awkwardly.
...
Qing Xiang was sitting at the window of a tavern in Nanyi City, drinking wine. He felt a little flustered for no reason and shuddered.
"Cong Ren, that bastard, is he thinking about how to harm me again?"
The more the prime minister thought about it, the angrier he became. After drinking the wine, he went to the Human Sword Sect.
