"Master, where are you going now? I have taken over your training place, so where are you going to practice?" Seeing the master leaving, Zhao Jiuge, who had no idea how to deal with the sword, suddenly asked loudly.
Jian Wuxin's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Jiuge and said sternly, "You are a good practitioner. If you don't practice the second-level sword skills well, you will never step out of the Xuantian Palace. When will you be able to comprehend the sword's intention to my satisfaction?" You can practice with the inner disciples at any time and wait to condense the elixir. As for where I go, do you still need to worry about it? Are you the master or am I the master? I will ask you about the sword duel in three days. The time has come to test your opinions and understanding." After saying that, Jian Wuxin ignored Zhao Jiuge's reaction and walked out of the inner hall alone.
Zhao Jiuge was left alone in the inner hall. He stuck out his tongue, looked around at the blue-gray walls, took a few sips of the faint fragrance in the concentration furnace, then closed his eyes and prepared to practice and meditate. This is the second level of sword fighting.
Sword Intent is nothing more than an artistic conception, just like the Sword Qi Tongxuan Chapter, the entire sword power lies in the word Tongxuan, and Zhao Jiuge's current understanding of the Sword Intent in the Sword Qi Tongxuan Chapter is nothing more than the majestic sword energy, It makes others feel like a lonely boat, and the whole sword energy is like the majestic storm, making others feel isolated and helpless.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was thinking sadly about the second-level sword art that was just one or two words long. The master didn't even tell him the name of the second-level sword art. It was clear that he wanted to test himself. If it were normal, Zhao Jiuge would not It's not so urgent. If you can't figure it out, you can take it slow, but this time it's different. After all, Jian Wuxin is on the side, and he only gives himself three days to explain the reason.
That's why Zhao Jiuge is so anxious, but the more anxious he is, the more clueless Zhao Jiuge becomes in a short period of time. He has seen several of his senior brothers and sisters. Even Shasha, who is younger than himself, is talented. Not only does he have a thorough understanding of swordsmanship, but also his cultivation level is very poor. I have already entered the Nascent Soul Realm. It is precisely because of this that Zhao Jiuge, who understands that his qualifications are limited, wants to prove himself in front of Jian Wuxin. Even if his qualifications are not excellent, at least they are not too bad.
Perhaps it was the concentration furnace that played a role. Zhao Jiuge's anxious mood gradually stabilized, his mind slowly became ethereal, and he began to ponder the meaning of the second level of sword fighting.
The spring mood is fading, the west wind is shining, the Beidou is pouring, the autumn wind is blowing, the slanting wind is drizzling, the rain is sparse, the wind is strong, and the night rain is misty.
Zhao Jiuge kept trying to figure out the meaning of the sword in his mind. Suddenly, Zhao Jiuge discovered through the literal meaning of the sword technique, could it be that the main meaning of the second level sword technique was the words wind and rain
The sword intent of the first level of sword art emphasizes majesty, so could it be that the second level of sword art emphasizes desolation
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge kept thinking over and over again in his mind, and at the same time, he was referring to the moves of the sword and matching his thoughts full of sword intent.
The time for practice and enlightenment passed extremely quickly. After Zhao Jiuge thought about it from beginning to end several times, it was late at night the next day when he opened his eyes. He simply stayed patient and did not rush to practice sword fighting in the square outside the main hall. Instead, he began to accumulate spiritual power and practice exercises.
But strangely enough, while practicing cross-legged in the inner hall, Zhao Jiuge could clearly feel the rapid accumulation of spiritual power, unlike the previous slow progress. Zhao Jiuge only thought that there was something special about the master's environment here, so he He cultivated quickly, but little did he know that the Pixiu jade pendant on his waist had restrained its spiritual power fluctuations since he entered the Xuantian Temple. He did not dare to make any movement and was no longer absorbing Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power so crazily.
The golden spiritual power in the Dantian has already been shining with golden light, and it has begun to be filled with a light golden mist, but it has not been converted into liquid. When the spiritual power in the body begins to be converted into liquid, it means that he will soon condense the spiritual elixir. At first, he was secretly hoping that he could condense a quality elixir of several grades.
After sitting cross-legged and practicing all night, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but rush to the square outside the main hall at dawn, ready to try the power of the second level of sword fighting to see if the artistic conception he understood was correct.
As soon as I went out, I walked down the white jade stairs and arrived at the square. The blue stone bricks on the ground had been covered up by the light white clouds floating in the morning. Even the big cauldrons that were placed at regular intervals on the square could only be seen through from time to time. White clouds emerged.
Zhao Jiuge was immediately attracted by the scenery of the sea of clouds in front of him. This was his first time staying overnight in Xuantian Palace. Perhaps he could only see this scene so early in the morning. When he came out, he didn't see the figure of the master, but Zhao Jiuge didn't pay much attention. After all, as the master, the master must have a lot to do, and he only had one day before the master came to check his understanding.
A spiritual light appeared on his chest, and he immediately held the Big Dipper Sword tightly in his hand. Although he already had three precious flying swords, Zhao Jiuge undoubtedly loved this Big Dipper Sword the most.
The hand rises and the sword falls.
Zhao Jiuge kept waving the Big Dipper Sword in his hand, and suddenly the silver light flashed all over his body. He kept waving it according to the moves of the Sword Jue, and felt the fonts of the Sword Jue formula in his mind.
Subsequently, scenes emerged in my mind, from the beginning of spring when green vegetation grew, to a scene full of spring, to a sudden west wind, and the setting sun shining in these scenes.
Then the picture in my mind changed, and I saw yellow sand floating everywhere in the desert under the fortress. An inexplicable desolate scenery came. The autumn wind swept across, blowing up bursts of yellow sand, and scenes of sand curtains were blown away. It started, and then it started to rain a little bit.
Finally, the scenery changed one after another. Under the night, the drizzle changed from just now, and became a little depressed. The night wind was howling, the drizzle was hazy, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the desolation in the picture.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge's eyes suddenly flashed with inspiration, and then determination burst out in his eyes, now!
Spiritual power surged up and was instilled into the Big Dipper Sword in his hand. The kind of artistic conception that could only be understood but could not be expressed flowed in Zhao Jiuge's heart in an instant.
"Boom..."
At this time, a sound rang out in the quiet square. It was not loud, but it was vibrating and shaking slightly.
What followed was a silver light flashing on the tip of the Big Dipper Sword. Zhao Jiuge suddenly felt excited. He knew what this silver light was, sword energy!
This shows that he has a preliminary understanding and understanding of the sword intention of the second level of sword fighting. Although it is not very profound, it has made a good start. As time goes by, he believes in the power of his sword fighting. Maybe it can get to a higher level.
With a slight lift of his wrist, the sword energy rolled out like a blue dragon emerging from the water, directly shaking the clouds and mist on both sides, revealing a straight line in the middle, and the green ground below.
Along with this silver light, there was also a harsh friction sound. Zhao Jiuge knew that this was the sound of the sword energy rubbing against the blue stone bricks on the ground. Logically speaking, the sword energy was extremely sharp, not to mention that the stone bricks could be ordinary magic weapons. Breaking through, there is only one explanation for this situation.
That is that the sword intention that I have understood is still very superficial, and the power is not particularly powerful, and I cannot fully exert the power of the sword. The other is that the stone bricks and pillars in the square and the big cauldron must not be made of ordinary materials and are strong. Incomparable.
However, Zhao Jiuge was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled knowingly. A good start meant success. Although the current power was pitiful, he believed that after a period of pondering and improvement, he would understand the sword intention of this second-level sword technique. to a profound degree.
And at this moment, Zhao Jiuge vaguely knew the name of this second level of sword technique. He continued to use the sword technique without finishing it, and the sword energy continued to spurt around. Anyway, Jian Wuxin said that this square is not the current one. If you can destroy it, then you can practice your sword without any worries.
As the sword energy condensed again and again, Zhao Jiuge became more and more aware of the sword intention of this second level of sword art. When the spiritual power in his body was gradually exhausted, Zhao Jiuge took back the Big Dipper Sword and returned to the inner hall to continue practicing and pondering the sword's meaning.
He found that it was no wonder that even if he understood the sword intent thoroughly, he still needed cultivation as a strong support, because in just a moment, his spiritual power in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm had disappeared, and Zhao Jiuge didn't know that it was him who was currently there. His spiritual power is too little and his cultivation is weak, or it is because the sword energy requires too much spiritual power. It is hard to imagine how much spiritual power will be consumed in the later stages, when the power of the sword spirit can be truly exerted. . This made Zhao Jiuge secretly smack his tongue.
Inner Temple.
Zhao Jiuge sat cross-legged on the gray futon. When the technique was running, he found that the spiritual energy was absorbed very quickly. Because the spiritual energy in the body was exhausted, practicing this way was more effective with half the effort. While practicing at the same time, Zhao Jiuge focused on the sword battle. .
Suddenly, he felt that such a life was very fulfilling. During this period, he thought about preparing to practice according to this model.
Close your eyes, and then unknowingly enter the state of construction again. I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Jiuge felt that the spiritual power in his body had returned to its peak. He opened his eyes, and suddenly there was a figure in front of him, which startled Zhao Jiuge.
After a closer look, it turned out to be Jian Wuxin. He didn't know when the master came back, but he couldn't feel any breath.
"Wake up." Jian Wuxin glanced at Zhao Jiuge and then asked calmly.
Zhao Jiuge responded respectfully. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was a faint smile on the master's face at this moment.
"It's been three days, and you should have a certain understanding of this second-level sword technique. Come and tell me your understanding." Jian Wuxin then asked again.
"This disciple is stupid and thinks that the name of this second-level sword art is called Autumn Wind. I don't know if it is." Zhao Jiuge said a little unconfidently. He knew that this was the master starting to test himself, so he hesitated.
"Well, continue." Jian Wuxin said as calmly as ever, his face expressionless. Jian Wuxin continued to call Zhao Jiuge and said that Jianjue must have been named correctly.
"The disciple initially thought that the artistic conception of this level of sword fighting mainly highlighted the wind and rain. Later, when practicing sword fighting in the square, he discovered that something was wrong. He should only choose one of the two, and the wind comes first. Only when there is wind can we There is rain, so the disciple thinks that the name of this level of sword art is Autumn Wind."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Jiuge glanced at the master secretly. After seeing that there was nothing special about the master's expression, he breathed a sigh of relief and dared to continue speaking.