From the lines of this secret method of cultivation, Shen Xiu also understood that what was used to nourish the sword was none other than the essence and blood of the cultivator.
Day by day, it is nourished with essence and blood, and penetrates deep into the heart of the sword. Over time, it becomes in harmony with one's own soul, thus achieving the power of wielding the sword as tyrannically as an arm, according to subsequent movements of the heart.
Judging from the methods recorded in these records, it seems that this is not an orthodox cultivation method, but an alternative and heretical way.
The only thing that could not be ascertained was its origin. On that night, Wang Xuefeng's throat was crushed by his grasp, and there was no way to find out any questions he had.
Taking Wang Xuefeng's imperial sword, Shen Xiu looked at it carefully. This blood sword was not too generous, but rather slender.
There is an indescribable elegance all over her body.
The entire sword body is only three feet and three inches in length. It is forged from an unknown material. It is extremely hard and the entire body is a relatively deep dark green.
The hilt of the sword, the body of the sword, and even the sharp edge of the sword are also of such a deep color.
On the dark green sword spine, if you look down carefully, you can see some fine blood-red traces snaking and climbing on it, which looks like the blood vessels flowing in the human body.
There is a faint bloody evil aura.
Just looking at it, it exudes a vague and permeable aura.
Although it was filled with a certain gloomy connotation, the fact that it could withstand several violent fist attacks from Shen Xiu without being broken or damaged proved the extraordinary toughness of this black sword.
After searching the street with sword-shaped eyes, Shen Xiu got up and returned to the courtyard of Yunji Pharmacy.
Putting the black sword on the table in the courtyard, he took out a thin needle and stuck it into his finger according to the method recorded in the sword-raising book, and then squeezed out a few drops of blood on the sword body.
A few drops of blood fell, and the tough black sword exuded a faint blush.
Then it was like a sponge absorbing water, absorbing the few drops of bright red blood.
Apart from that, there was no other movement.
In the remaining time, Shen Xiu practiced the techniques according to the records in the book on the art of raising swords. After a lot of troubles, he still couldn't establish the induction. So far, Shen Xiu was not discouraged.
Cultivation of skills cannot be achieved overnight. The test requires continuous perseverance.
After this situation lasted for three days, Chen Xiu's spiritual platform suddenly trembled slightly, and finally had a vague connection with the black sword.
This connection is very thin and fragile. It appears intermittently and is quickly gone.
There is no such thing as the ability to control a sword.
But compared to the previous place, which was as motionless as a stone, this kind of progress is already much better.
A few days later, Baiyun Pharmacy closed silently, and its personnel were missing. Things in Feng'an Town had come to an end.
Under this situation, Shen Xiu stayed for a few days. After finding that there was nothing else to do, he informed the shopkeeper Chen of the drug store, left Feng'an Town, and started to return home along Fengshan Road.
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The sky was dark, with dark clouds pressing overhead, and thick clouds as thick as ink and lead covered the entire dome.
The whole world has fallen into a dark and cold situation, which is extremely depressing for people's soul and human beings.
At this moment, rain as big as soybeans suddenly fell, and the heavy rain poured down. The rain curtain obscured everything that was seen, as if the dome had broken a big hole, and the raging river water of the human river poured out.
In the shallows of the river, a figure wearing a green shirt and carrying a long black sword flew past the lush weeds on the edge of the river.
The corners of clothes are flying, and the strong wind is hunting.
His whole body looked completely dry, as if he had not been affected by such heavy rain.
If you have good eyesight, you will be able to find that there is an imperceptible barrier an inch away from the person's flying figure, isolating the heavy rain from the barrier.
Look at this man's face.
It was Shen Xiu who left Feng'an Town before.
After only two days away, he unexpectedly encountered such heavy rain. This was a scene that Shen Xiu had not expected.
There is also the effect of this body-protecting energy that continues to appear. If not for this, I am afraid that the whole body will be completely soaked by the heavy rain.
But you can't last long if you act like this. The body-protecting Qi and the strength of this heavy rain obviously make this one of the few heavy rains in spring last longer.
It's also that Shen Xiu's energy accumulation is already strong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to persist for such a long time.
Even if it is like this, if an ordinary martial artist sees it, he will feel a luxurious flirtation in his heart.
After flying for a while, Shen Xiu continued on his way. It was raining heavily and the road was slippery and muddy, which caused no obstacles to the journey.
Shen Xiu was also a little tired after being like this.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky where black clouds were pressing down on a city. As far as he could see, there were still patches of black clouds rolling in, spreading and sweeping to nowhere.
There was no time to burn incense from just now, but the heavy rain at this moment showed no sign of shrinking, as if it was going to fall like this without any end.
"It's time to find a place to take shelter from the rain."
Shen Xiu scanned the surroundings and continued running north. After walking for a certain distance, the outline of a village finally began to appear in the darkness in the distance.
The rain curtain obscures the sun, and the scenery in the distance cannot be seen enough.
As the figure got closer, the village in the distance appeared clearly before his eyes.
Shen Xiu took a closer look and saw some people gathering near the village near the turbulent river. He didn't know what they were doing.
As he approached, Shen Xiu discovered that an old black desk was strangely displayed on the edge of the river bank amid the heavy rain.
On the table, various sumptuous tributes such as pig heads, cattle and sheep were placed. At the same time, more than a dozen villagers knelt down behind the table and kowtowed, kneeling for something unknown.
It seems to be some kind of religious ceremony, but it doesn't look like it.
Thinking that these should be the villagers in the village ahead, Shen Xiu also stopped and waited.
The ritual was still going on, and there were people on the side throwing generous offerings into the roaring river without any hesitation, and then continued to put things on the table, including all kinds of good meat and all kinds of rare fruits.
These tributes are probably also a lot of belongings in these villagers' houses.
Put it on and throw it away, throw it on it and put it on it again, the objects on the table stayed intertwined with each other, nothing was too strange, until finally, the man next to him picked up a food basket with a complicated expression.
There was something wrapped in a rag in the vegetable basket, and then Shen Xiu heard a cry. What kind of tribute was it? It was clearly a child who was not yet full-term.
