Green light!
Dots of green light are flowing out from the body, gathering together with other greenery, forming a vast ocean of green.
This vast ocean contains the most surging energy, which all comes from the human body.
Without the essence, the physical body begins to quickly wither and wither.
Guan Chao beside him took action decisively, capturing Xu Zhong's scattered spirituality and stuffing it back into his body.
At this time, the sword light roared.
The sword light knocked the ghost mother away.
And the vast ocean of essence also drips like rain, returning to the body of the person who has been harvested.
"If you don't believe it, you can go to...the cave for a walk!"
Same as before.
Xu Zhong didn't hear Dongtian's name.
Perhaps that cave is a taboo for the entire world of cultivation...
"Where is that cave?" The ghost mother was suppressed by the sword spirit.
The sword spirit is powerful, and it is the one who truly founded the Wuji Sword Sect.
It is the founder, the first ancestor of the Wuji Sword Sect, and one of the most advanced people in the world.
"He can help you find it!" Sword Spirit pointed.
Xu Zhong suddenly crossed the space and appeared directly in front of the ghost mother.
Confusion is the only background.
"He has obtained the true inheritance of swordsmanship from his master." Sword Spirit pointed at the mountain peak behind him: "He is the only one who can trigger that sword!"
sword?
Xu Zhong was confused.
But in the memory of the ghost mother, there is a sword, a sword that suppresses her.
That sword was the initial sustenance of Zhou Jing's kendo. After he washed away the dirt on the sword, his kendo changed, and only that sword remained unchanged.
Later, he changed his sword and raised a sword spirit.
And the sword spirit was standing opposite her at the moment, suppressing her.
"Miss Yun, let me tell you clearly. Two thousand five hundred years ago, the master left and never came back. Five hundred years later, that sword returned to Tianjian Cave with the master's five stars."
"The master's five objects are the sword-making hut, sword-raising hut, sword-washing pool, sword tomb and sword prison on Wenjian Mountain today."
"The sword is hidden in these five places. Even I can't wake it up."
People choose swords, and swords also choose people.
He lost his master's sword, sealed himself, and fell into a deep sleep.
And what can awaken it can only be similar and the same swordsmanship.
The disciples of Tianjian Dongtian learned the way of kendo after that person's sword heart was washed away, not the original way of kendo.
The only one who can awaken it is Xu Zhong.
Then, under the hostage of the Sword Spirit and the Ghost Mother, Xu Zhong was escorted to the Sword Washing Pond.
The water in the Sword Washing Pool is crystal clear and has no ripples like the heart of a mirror.
Beside the pool, there is a qigong master washing his sword, washing away the dirt on the sword and cleaning the sword's core.
Some Qigong practitioners use stones picked up from the pond as sword-sharpening stones.
Xu Zhong took a closer look and saw that there was a surging and chaotic sword intent inside those stones.
It seems that what these Qi refiners are honing is not the sword itself, but their own sword heart and sword intention.
Holding the blade of the sword with one hand and pushing the hilt with the other hand, between pushing and pulling, the sword intent bursts out from the whetstone, suppressing the sword intent.
The sword's will seems to be being sharpened by the whetstone, becoming more and more sharp.
"Activate your sword intent!" The sword spirit was behind him, and a divine light hung down from his body, like a dense flowing cloud, protecting Xu Zhong's body.
Xu Zhong swallowed, and then activated his sword intention.
A big river flowed out of him, and countless starlights swayed and shot out in this river.
At this moment, the sword washing pool was shaking.
The next moment, the sword-washing pool in front of him burst out with surging sword intent, like a raging river, and like the sharpest sword, going straight to the center of Xu Zhong's eyebrows.
The Tianmen shook, and a faint sword energy entered Niwan from it.
A hand stretched out from behind, spread its palm, and pressed down.
The turbulent sword washing pool calmed down again.
Xu Zhong was frightened, but still broke into a cold sweat.
"It seems that it's not here!" Sword Spirit said, then lifted the clouds and continued upward.
The next stop is Yangjianlu.
Yangjianlu is full of vitality and spirituality.
There are qi refiners living here. They use magic to capture the qi of the five elements from Wenjian Mountain, and also take the yin and yang qi from the heaven and earth. The yin and yang mix the five elements and inject them into the sword body.
Yin and yang push away the ups and downs of ignorance, and the five elements establish the foundation of wisdom, illuminating the sword body with a little aura. This aura will eventually be refined into a sword spirit.
"Refining a sword spirit requires soul!" The sword spirit said from behind.
"My Wuji Sword Sect has conceived and raised many spiritual beasts and provided for them. After their death, we take out their souls and stuff them into the sword body, allowing the souls to merge with the enlightened spiritual light. Thus, a sword spirit is born."
Xu Zhong was shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm and expressionless.
"It seems that the sword is not here either."
Leaving the Yangjian Cottage is the Zhujian Cottage.
A hot wind can be felt outside the Jianzhu House.
The fire from the earth surges, and the fire from the sky falls.
After the hut is opened, billows of molten iron will flow down. Turn on the switch of the sword-making platform, and the molten iron will be introduced into the sword-making hut.
Xu Zhong looked at the source of the molten iron, which was a golden treasure tree that was burned by flames but still blooming with branches and leaves. This treasure tree is connected to the earth's veins, and its trunk produces sap like magma, which can easily smelt various spiritual treasures.
Wood is born from fire, so strangely tight.
But he didn't delve too deeply into it.
The fire here was extremely strong, igniting the maladies in the body, and the maladies were swept away. These maladies were left in the body when he refined the dragon crystal.
These are not turbid air or dirt, they are the remnants of magic and the soul.
"Monk Zhenyan did not completely refine the insect eggs in my body!" Xu Zhong never realized that these maladies still existed in his body. For a while, he tried his best to feel everything in the Sword Making House.
"There are two main types of magic that the Qi Masters in the Sword Forging House practice, the Eye Technique and the Hammer Technique." At this time, the Sword Spirit opened his mouth to introduce it to him.
"The eye technique is called "Zhiwei", and the hammer technique is called "Three Chi"."
"Zhiwei Zhizhu", so the pupil technique is "Zhiwei", and the sword body is three feet long, so it has this hammering method.
Knowing the subtleties allows people to notice the subtleties, observe the texture of spiritual minerals, and observe the size of earthly fire.
Xu Zhong looked at a Qi Refiner and saw his pupils shimmering as he controlled the strength of the hammer.
The sword embryo made of molten iron was completely natural, and when the hammer landed on one corner of the sword, it was roughly dented. The fire was scorching hot, and the bellows were ringing.
The entire sword-making house was filled with the whirring of bellows and the vibration of hammers.
The qigong masters raised their hammers and lowered them, tapping the sword embryo blankly.
And Xu Zhong discovered that when they struck the sword, they would also use the vibration to vibrate the acupoints in the body, expel the dirt in the acupoints from the body, and keep the spiritual energy pure and circulate around the sky.
They are not only tempering the sword, but also tempering themselves.
Xu Zhong suddenly remembered a verse: "Walking is also Zen, sitting is also Zen, the movement is silent and the body is peaceful".
There is no fixed formula for practice, because Qi in heaven and earth is everywhere.
Every breath and every breath can draw spiritual energy.
Xu Zhong had a clear understanding in his heart.
"It's not just magic that can be imprinted into the body, but also cultivation methods."
When the practice method is imprinted in the body, then every move is a practice.
But Xu Zhong couldn't imprint the practice method into his body because it involved too much and every word needed to be packed into every meridian and every inch of flesh and blood.
That sword is not here.
As a result, Xu Zhong was like a tumbleweed, being pushed away by two gusts of wind.
Sword Tomb!
The outside of the vast sword tomb is filled with extremely dense fog.
As soon as they got closer, the ghosts in the mist would come out and pounce on them with their teeth and claws.
However, they cannot do without the sword tomb.
For these ghosts, this is a different kind of sword prison.
"People will accumulate malice over time, and the same goes for Sword Spirit." Sword Spirit sighed.
"These ghosts and monsters are all sword spirits who were sent to the sword tomb. Maybe one day, I will be like this too." He laughed at himself.
"What should I do to release my sword intent?" Xu Zhong asked.
"No!" Sword Spirit shook his head.
"It has already sealed itself and cannot sense the outside world." Sword Spirit understands Sword Spirit best, at least better than humans.
"You can only feel it and awaken it, and the only way is to comprehend your swordsmanship. The deeper he comprehends it, the more he can discover it!"
Xu Zhong didn't understand what he meant.
"Brand!" The Ghost Mother explained from the side: "The sword spirit is like the brand of the sword. The deeper your knowledge of the sword, the more you can trigger the brand."
Xu Zhong roughly understood.
The sword spirit is like the brand in his body, and the sword is like the spiritual energy. The more abundant the spiritual energy, the more it can trigger the brand.
"But how could I possibly understand something in such a short period of time? My foundation has been exhausted." Xu Zhong spread his hands.
"I'll improve your wisdom!" Sword Spirit said, "I'll give you enough insights into the way of the sword."
Xu Zhong then sat down cross-legged, while the sword spirit stood behind him, using the art of consonance to improve his wisdom.
Xu Zhong felt the aura, occupying his entire Niwan, splitting his kendo infinitely, and reflecting every detail in a mirror.
At this moment, Xu Zhong felt the flow of two thousand years.
This is the sword spirit reflecting the precipitation of his years in Lingxi.
After two thousand years of wind and frost, rivers and rivers will also become mulberry fields. Change is the only background of the world.
The seasons change endlessly, dynasties change, but the country remains the same...
Xu Zhong caught a little inspiration in the change and the same.
The brand of swordsmanship in his body was completely triggered, and in an instant, the stars in the Tianjian Cave gathered into a big river and rushed toward him.
"He wanted to work hard to completely condense the sword energy." The sword spirit knew what Xu Zhong wanted to do, so he opened the Tianjian Cave to reveal the real sky outside.
Outside, it's daytime.
But at this moment, the blue sky was filled with stars, and countless stars were pulled into it, turning into a surging river, as powerful as a rainbow and as irresistible.
These starlights continued to gather outside Xu Zhong's body, and were finally put into the gourd.
The accumulated sword energy was refined by Gengjin energy, as if drop by drop of water had settled down, and over time, it turned into a brand.
This brand exists in the sword body and exists between heaven and earth.
As long as Xu Zhong draws his sword and releases his sword intention, he can trigger the brand, and then the brand can transform the starlight into sword energy.
Xu Zhong condensed the mark, and the sword spirit frowned slightly. Just now he had lost a hundred years of cultivation.
At this time, the sword tomb shook, and countless swords came to life together, hovering in the sky, and all conveyed an idea to Xu Zhong.
"Choose me!"
But these swords quickly fell silent again, because a wooden sword came to life.
