Lin Hai was startled when he heard this, and his expression became complicated. Sword Intention... As long as you are a swordsman, who doesn't want to understand the Sword Intent?
He sat down next to Xiang Jian Jue and sighed softly: "Jian Jue, the will of the sword can be met but not sought. You are still young, so there is no need to worry."
Xiang Jianjue frowned: "But Senior Brother, you said that at my age, Senior Xiang Shuan is already at the peak of the mastery realm, and is only one step away from comprehending the sword's intention, while I am still stuck in the rough mastery realm."
Lin Hai laughed dumbly, "Jian Jue, your talent is good, but not everyone can be as self-taught as that one. You are not her, why do you need to follow her in everything?"
Xiang Jianjue fell silent.
Xiang Shu's eyes flashed when he heard this, and a deep thought flashed across his eyes.
Yes, what Lin Hai said is right.
Xiang Jian is definitely not her. She has a mature soul in her previous life, a long-lasting influence by being by Si Wuyue's side in dreams, and unimaginable disasters and hardships that have tempered her mind.
When it comes to foundation, knowledge, intelligence, and thinking, let alone a young girl like Xiang Jianjue, most monks in the world of cultivation are far behind her.
It was indeed too much for her to use her own standards to demand Xiang Jianjue.
Xiang Shu's thoughts changed slightly, but the conversation in the small hall continued.
Xiang Jianjue's eyes were clear and his tone was calm and unlike a young man: "Senior Brother, I understand what you mean, but other than studying that video, how else can I seek to break through the sword realm?"
Lin Haideng was stunned on the spot. He found that he could not answer this question.
After a moment of silence, Lin Hai sighed: "Jian Jue, looking at the entire world of cultivation, there are very few people who are pure swordsmen. Except for the ancient books of the ancestors, no one in Wanjian Sect can lead you forward.
Among the five major sects... there may be someone walking in front of you. If you want to go, I can..."
"Elder brother, I don't want to go!"
Xiang Jianjue interrupted Lin Hai's words with a firm voice: "You picked me up and raised me, this is my home, I'm not going anywhere!
I read that my ancestors said in the classics that the most important thing in practicing swords is cultivating the mind. Although I have only a partial understanding of this, if you really abandon your family for the sake of swords, your Taoist heart will definitely not be strong. "
Lin Hai's eyes felt sour and he was very pleased, "Jian Jue, you have really grown up."
Xiang Jianjue pursed his lips and showed a shy smile, but he was not used to it, so he put it away in an instant and returned to his usual cold expression.
The atmosphere relaxed for a moment, Lin Hai pondered for a while, brought the conversation back to the main topic, and said: "There are thousands of roads to cultivation, and sword cultivation is the most difficult one among them. If you are obsessed with this and your cultivation stagnates, you will only be delayed. itself."
Xiang Jianjue pursed his lips tightly, "...Is Senior Brother trying to persuade me to give up?"
Lin Hai looked slightly solemn, "In half a year, you will be sixteen years old. You have a high-grade spiritual root. If you had focused on cultivating your true energy, you would have already been in the late stage of foundation building, but now you are in the early stage of foundation building. Ask yourself, this How much of the delay was involved?”
Xiang Jianjue struggled and said nothing.
Seeing this, Lin Hai couldn't bear to push him too much. He softened his tone and persuaded him earnestly: "The sword master's method passed down from the sect is based on the sword. Although it is not as powerful as a pure sword cultivator, it is still much more powerful than ordinary monks." many.
Jian Jue, you are in the golden period of cultivation. Too much obsession will only harm yourself. "
Xiang Shu listened outside and frowned slightly.
To serve as the master of the sword is to serve as a servant of the sword.
She had seen this method of sword cultivation in the Sword Scripture.
Sword cultivators and sword masters should always be subordinate to others. The sword is regarded as the most important thing. Before the sword is cultivated, the mind will take a step back. For orthodox swordsmen, this is completely putting the cart before the horse.
However, if one's talent for practicing swordsmanship is not high, this path can be regarded as a new path, and it does not mean that one is burying oneself.
It can be said that Jian Jue's swordsmanship talent, not to mention the sword intention, is more than enough to follow the orthodox sword training path. If he really changes to sword training, it will really be a waste of natural resources.
Xiang Jianjue in the small hall seemed to be unwilling to give in. He struggled for a while, but finally did not compromise and said in a loud voice: "Elder brother, give me another half a year. After half a year, I will be sixteen. If I still haven't broken through to the mastery level... …”
At this point, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will become a swordsman!"
Lin Hai frowned, "Okay!"
He never expected that Xiang Jianjue's stubborn temper would change immediately and make him relax verbally, which was extremely difficult.
From childhood to adulthood, Xiang Jianjue has been extremely sensible, and it is rare for a young man to have a clear mind and know what he wants.
Now that everything has been said, time will do the rest.
Without saying another word, he stood up and left the small hall. When he came out, the children surrounding the door suddenly dispersed.
Lin Hai glanced casually and saw Xiang Shu standing among the children. His eyes softened immediately. He walked over and squatted in front of Xiang Shu. He reached out and was about to touch the hair on her forehead, but Xiang Shu turned his head to avoid it.
Lin Hai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's getting so late, why don't you go back? Aren't you afraid that your mother will be worried?"
"Goodbye, senior brother."
Xiang Shu replied, turned around and ran away.
Lin Hai stood up and watched her leave, feeling a little weird in his heart. For some reason, he always felt that this child didn't want to see him?
…
Xiang Jianjue knelt in the small hall for two days and two nights. On the evening of the third day, he came to the familiar water pool. He recalled the sword that was almost engraved in his bones. He was about to raise the sword when the sword in his hand suddenly became uncontrollable. The ground shook.
what happened? !
His face changed slightly, and he tried his best to hold the sword hilt. However, the force in the sword suddenly increased sharply. He was caught off guard, and the spirit sword flew out of his hand, dancing freely in the air.
The spirit sword turned into a rainbow, flashed in the air, and chased Jian Jue for a moment, unable to even touch the tail of the sword hilt.
The sword light was continuous like a dragon. Xiang Jian Jue looked up and gradually widened his eyes.
Hua Hua——
The sword light stirred up the forest wind, and the sound of the wind blew back, flying sand and rocks, and gradually became more and more intense. After a few breaths, the spirit sword suddenly froze in the air, and then burst out like a burst of dazzling light, and shot out like an arrow from the string. Disappeared from Xiang Jianjue's sight.
Xiang Jianjue immediately chased in the direction where the spirit sword flew away. Not long after he chased him out, he saw that his spirit sword was stuck on the stone wall, with no hilt.
"Wuying?!"
He murmured to himself, unable to contain the excitement in his eyes, and quickly ran to the spirit sword. He suddenly found a jade slip embedded in the stone wall next to the sword's hilt, seemingly waiting for his arrival.
His heartbeat quickened slightly, he reached out to pick out the jade slip, and his spiritual consciousness swept over it. Three or two lines of simple words were immediately reflected in the sea of consciousness. The first sentence made him slightly shocked, and the second sentence made him ecstatic. .
"This is not a shadowless thing, it's just a simple flying sword."
"If you want to practice your sword, come back here tomorrow at You time."
Xiang Jianjue suddenly raised his head and looked at the surrounding cliffs, shouting loudly: "Senior Gao Ren?"
The forest was empty and no one responded.
Xiang Jianjue squeezed the jade slip tightly, lowered his head and looked at it again and again. The initial excitement passed, he became more conscious, and his thoughts immediately started to change.
This person didn't even show his face, so he snatched his spiritual sword and used the flying sword from afar. He must be a sword cultivator!
There is actually a reclusive senior sword cultivator in this mountain forest. He practices swordsmanship here every day. That senior must have been secretly observing him for a long time, unable to see through it, and wants to give him some advice.
However, Senior Brother often said that people's hearts are sinister, and this person's purpose is unclear. It is also possible that he is jealous because of his good talent, and deliberately uses blind methods to harm him.
Do you want to tell the elders about this matter?
Xiang Jianjue hesitated for a moment, but finally decided not to tell. If this person really liked the swordsmanship master who was practicing quietly, and the elders in the sect showed up rashly to disturb him, causing the senior to leave, wouldn't he have no place to cry?
After struggling in his heart for a moment, Xiang Jianjue thought of something again and frowned even more.
He had read in the sect's classics that Xianyun Yehe, an expert senior, disliked dealing with the sect the most. Would he want him to give up his status as a disciple of Wanjian Sect as a condition for teaching him how to practice swordsmanship?
Rejection is a small matter, but if you anger this person, will it bring disaster to the family?
Xiang Jianjue was worried all day and night, and he didn't even have the heart to practice his sword. Xiang Shu didn't take it to heart at all and just read and practiced as if nothing had happened.
At dusk the next day, Xiang Jianjue came near the stone wall with dark circles under his eyes.
He looked around, but didn't see the figure of the senior he had imagined, so he simply knelt down, and the young man's clear voice echoed among the dodgers.
"Senior, please listen to what this junior has to say.
My parents died when I was young, and I almost starved to death on the street when I was begging. It was my senior brother who introduced me and taught me how to practice.
The younger generation once made an oath to never abandon Wanjianmen in this life in order to maintain the Taoist heart. If the seniors care about the identity of the sect, please forgive the juniors for having the courage to refuse. "
After Xiang Jianjue finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked around, but still only heard the sound of wind blowing through the trees.
He felt uneasy for a moment, and then said: "If the senior doesn't care about the junior's identity, and the junior doesn't want to deceive the senior, there is one more thing I want to talk about. Although the junior has not become a disciple in the master, he has always regarded one person as his master in his heart. The senior knows Wuying must know this person’s identity.”
After speaking with his last breath, Xiang Jianjue sweated slightly on his forehead, but his body relaxed slightly. He looked up at the bare cliffs around him and smiled bitterly in his heart.
If he didn't say these words, he would feel uneasy.
He was speaking happily now, but the senior must have left. Who would accept a disciple who is mentally and physically different? If it were him, he would also dislike it.
Thinking of this, Xiang Jianjue suddenly saw a wisp of wind carrying the jade slip slowly floating in front of him, hovering motionless.
He was startled for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took the jade slip and swept the spirit stone.
"When did I say that I would accept you as my disciple? I just wanted to teach you a few tricks because I liked you."
"You're young and you talk a lot of nonsense. If you don't want to learn, forget about it."
After Xiang Jianjue finished reading, he immediately put down the jade slip and shouted hurriedly: "Senior, this junior is willing to learn, please teach me!"
After saying that, Xiang Jianjue took three snaps and made a sound. Xiang Shen saw the longing in the young man's eyes and was a little moved.
After taking three sips, Xiang Jianjue raised his head again. At some point, a line of handwriting appeared in front of him, surrounded by gold lines. It was really beautiful.
