"Empty your mind and don't think about anything." Ruan Jing made a fist with her right hand, raised her thumb, and stood on tiptoes to press it between his eyebrows. A 3,000-word gist was printed in her mind, like an article she had memorized since she was a child. Eyes, back and forth like flowing water.
The text is not difficult, it can even be said to be easy to understand. Wei Shiqi thought about it from beginning to end and looked at Ruan Jing with a strange expression.
Ruan Jing leaned against the peach tree and smiled, "Do you remember? Do you understand? Is there anything you don't understand?"
Wei Shiqi shook his head, feeling very complicated. The "Sword Technique" Ruan Jing passed down to him was of no use to sword cultivators. It was basically the demon clan's method of tempering life objects with elixir fire. Wei Shiqi felt that in front of her, I have no secrets.
"This flying sword was planted into the sword seed by you, and it was purified with true essence. It is connected with your aura, and it is 50% sure that it will be tempered. Give it a try. I am watching from the side, and the flying sword will be destroyed at most. It’ll be okay.”
Wei Shiqi smiled bitterly: "Now? Right here?"
"Well, hurry up, I'll wait!"
Wei Shiqi had no choice but to sit down cross-legged, hold the Hidden Snow Sword in his hand, close his eyes and concentrate, follow the method taught by Ruan Jing, activate the demon elixir in his dantian, use secret techniques to burn the true essence, ignite a ball of elixir fire, and eject it from his mouth. A very thin wisp of yellow and red came out of the nose, and it spat softly on the Zangxue sword.
Ruan Jing couldn't help laughing when she saw that his whole body was shaking, the muscles on his face were twitching, and the veins on his neck were bulging. It's really embarrassing. It takes so much effort to spray out this ray of pill fire. It seems that he has overestimated his ability to master the sword in three days.
The elixir fire was as thin as strands, and it was continuously injected into the Hidden Snow Sword. It lasted for more than half an hour, but it still showed no signs of exhaustion. Wei Shiqi was still the same, with five sinews and six sinuses, and his breath did not become thicker. Ruan Jing pursed her lips and thought, pretending to be pretentious, it turned out that she was not overestimating him, but was underestimating him!
The Hidden Snow Sword was like a bottomless pit. Wei Shiqi exhausted all the real energy in his body and was so tired that he was sweating like pulp. He was exhausted, and then he took away the pill fire and slowly opened his eyes.
The sky was already dark, and Ruan Jing was very close. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, her mouth slightly open, as if she was asleep. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves and shone on her body and face, making it difficult to look directly at her. It is undeniable that she is a natural beauty. After looking at her for a long time, everyone will be attracted to her.
Wei Shiqi couldn't figure out whether she was really sleeping or pretending to sleep, so he didn't wake her up. He stood up and moved aside, calmly meditating and adjusting his breath. At first, distracting thoughts arose, but later, Ruan Jing's figure gradually disappeared from his mind. It lingers in my mind again. Having experienced life and death, and being baptized by a group of beautiful girls wearing navel-baring outfits, miniskirts, and singing and dancing, it is difficult for him to be obsessed with female sex!
Almost at the same time, Ruan Jing opened her eyes and looked at him curiously.
I regained some strength, but my clothes were soaked with sweat and felt uncomfortable sticking to my body. Wei Shiqi put the Hidden Snow Sword into the sword pouch, found a nearby stream, and took a random bath. Seeing that no one was around, he took out new clothes from the rotten silver ring and put on them. He lay comfortably by the stream and stretched. Body, listening to the sound of gurgling water, my mood gradually calmed down.
The empty mountain is silent, the birds are singing softly, and the orifices are empty, which is a bit unfamiliar. Looking back on the past few years, it seems like a dream. From the breakthrough of Daotei Pass to Jianzhong Pass, his life hangs on a thread, and he has gone through many twists and turns, walking on thin ice, but the next "Sword Art" passed down by Ruan Jing will allow him to learn how to control swords in three days. It took him three to five years to practice swordsmanship and master swordsmanship. After experiencing all this, could he still be able to endure loneliness and polish his character bit by bit?
Wei Shiqi closed his eyes and basked in the warm sun, thinking, how long has it been since he had a full night's sleep? Meditate in the morning, meditate in the evening, as the saying goes, sit, sit, sit, your butt is broken! Torture by fire will turn into disaster. He missed Qin Zhen a little and was ready to make a move.
"No one from the top to the bottom of the Xiandu Sect stood up for Zhao Zongxuan?" A strange accent sounded not far away, and Wei Shiqi's heart trembled. He held his breath and did not dare to move a little.
"No, I heard that those second-generation disciples have been banned and are not allowed to leave Taoyuan Villa before the sword discussion begins." The person who replied was surprisingly Shang Jiannan, a disciple of the Pingyuan Sect. After a quick meeting in Jietian Ridge, Wei Shi Seven remembers his voice.
"Who ordered the ban?"
"It's Deng Yuantong, the disciple of Xi Huzi, the headmaster of Xiandu. Xi Huzi never showed up."
"Deng Yuantong? What about Zhao Zongxuan's master Li Shaoyu? Didn't he say anything?"
"He was angry but didn't say anything."
"Where's Wei Rongniang?"
"Looking very embarrassed, he lowered his head and said nothing. The senior brothers and sisters all gave Deng Yuantong face, not to mention the second-generation disciples. They didn't even dare to breathe in front of him. It seems that Xi Huzi has decided Pass the position of head to Deng Yuantong."
"Okay, go ahead and contact me if you have any news."
"yes."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Wei Shiqi waited for a moment, and saw a sword light passing through the air and disappearing without a trace. He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something, and a chill began to rise in his heart. He was still lying quietly by the stream. , seemed to really fall asleep.
Although the sun was warm, it could not warm his cold heart.
