Even if a powerful practitioner can quickly enter meditation practice, the process of transforming the five qi in the body and the vitality of heaven and earth into true essence also takes a lot of time. Especially in this kind of place that may be attacked by horse thieves, soldiers, or ferocious beasts at any time, it is naturally impossible for ordinary practitioners to waste their true energy, and they will always keep the true energy in their bodies in a very abundant state.
Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the horse gang, is not a practitioner, but he has seen many practitioners fight, so based on the previous scene of Zhang Yi wielding his sword to take the stone, he can also be sure that Zhang Yi is not the kind of existence who is strong enough to waste his true energy wantonly.
So Zhang Yi's behavior at this time was naturally very stupid in his opinion.
However, it is different for Zhang Yi.
Just like in the Minshan Sword Club, many things that seem meaningless to Zhang Yi are more important than his life.
Because of this, he is himself and Zhang Yi.
Before letting the old man undress and take a bath, he carefully tested the temperature of the water, and even picked some medicinal herbs from the surroundings that had certain curative effects on rheumatism, rashes and sores, and put them into the water.
He even started to wash the old man's changed clothes, and after washing, he used precious real energy to shake off all the moisture in the clothes, making the old man's gray robe as clean as new.
Looking at his upright and gentle posture, and seeing the old man's robes as clean as new, the unpleasant smell no longer came into his nose. For some reason, even Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan who couldn't help scolding Zhang Yi angrily before After falling silent, different emotions arose in my heart.
After soaking in a hot spring for a long time, the old man who put on clean clothes let out a contented groan from his throat, but he still didn't thank Zhang Yi, just got into the tent on his own, and soon fell asleep.
Zhang Yi checked the camp tent and made sure that the cool mountain wind was not blowing directly on the old man's face, so he lit a fire next to the stone pit where the old man had bathed before.
When the wood turned into charcoal and there was no longer the pungent smell of smoke and fire, Zhang Yi took out the sword scripture written by Baili Suxue from her chest and began to study it seriously.
The sword intent in this sword scripture is extremely lofty, just like the icy edge in the highest air vent on the highest peak of Minshan Mountain, which made him seem to be unable to bear the stinging pain in his eyes at this time, and ice needles pricked naturally under his skin Wear out the chill.
This kind of sword intent is actually very inconsistent with his gentle and elegant personality, but for him, this sword scripture represents the recognition and appreciation of Minshan Sword Sect for him. This is a great honor and a heavy weight. So he will definitely do his best to learn this sword scripture.
With true respect and gratitude, instead of competing with the sword intent, he integrated into the period faster, just like following Baili Suxue's footsteps, and his mind was immersed in the sharp strokes.
If the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who was ordered to pass on his sword scriptures could clearly know the state of his cultivation, he would definitely be deeply shocked by the progress of his cultivation.
Zhang Yi's mind wandered along with the strokes of the pen on the sword scripture, unconsciously, he forgot the passage of time, even the environment he was in at this time, and the original meaning of the words on the sword scripture.
His thoughts flew quickly along with the strokes of the pen, like a mountain wind shuttling between canyons, like a shooting star flashing across the sky, like a fish jumping out of the water suddenly, splashing waves and then disappearing.
These brush strokes jumped up like a sword with a handle, and turned into countless mysterious traces in his perception.
Everything is so fluid, fluid as it should be.
In fact, the Sword Intent emanating from this Sword Sutra, as aloof as the icy edge in the cold wind at the top of Minshan Mountain, only represents Baili Suxue's personal artistic conception and temperament, it is only the appearance when described in this Sword Sutra, Rather than the true original meaning of this sword scripture.
The true original meaning of this sword scripture is that the heart of the sword is transparent, which is a matter of course.
What many people tell you is not true.
Only what you take for granted after hearing it is your real truth.
A true gentleman will not be contaminated by foreign objects, and will not violate his own way.
When he was doing things and using the sword, he would only conform to the principles of this sword scripture, and only then would he use the sword intent that should be taken for granted.
If Zhang Yi is just like some hypocritical gentlemen in Changling, doing things different from what he thinks in his heart, then even with such a sword scripture, it is impossible to comprehend the true meaning of it.
So Baili Suxue chose the right sword scripture and the right person.
When the consciousness jumped along with those smooth strokes until the last stroke soared to the sky, Zhang Yi only felt his body lighten, as if his whole soul jumped out of the sky, rushed to the sky, and looked down on his body.
This feeling is mysterious and novel, but also makes people feel frightened.
Zhang Yi woke up with a start. He realized that his clothes had been soaked in dew, and the sky in the distance had already turned white. The night passed silently.
All those sharp strokes disappeared into his sea of consciousness like a tide, but when his strokes receded towards one place, it was like leaving a trace on the sand, and a clear sword path appeared in his mind .
He realized a sword.
He began to comprehend the first sword in this sword scripture.
Waking up with a sneer, there seemed to be a channel in the depths of his heart. However, what made him widen his eyes in a moment of confusion was that he clearly felt some rapid vitality fluctuations in front of him, but he did not feel any Any vitality came out through his body, and even the true essence in his body didn't lose any more.
An extremely smooth and comfortable feeling immediately permeated his body.
At this moment, the old man from Yandi in the tent also turned over and woke up.
His turbid eyes became crystal clear at this moment, as if the vitality fluctuating in front of Zhang Yi just now gathered in his eyes.
But it was only in the next moment that his eyes became cloudy again.
"I want to drink."
Then he directly shouted at Zhang Yi in a bad tone.
Hearing the old man's call, Zhang Yi put the small sheepskin scroll close to her body without thinking much, and came to the old man's tent.
"I want hot water, not lukewarm water."
The old man seemed to think that he didn't come fast enough, so he said angrily.
"good."
Zhang Yi didn't say much, but turned around and walked towards the caravan station, but the pace was a little faster.
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The east was bright white, and when Ye Zhunan woke up and walked out of the hut where he lived, he found a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes standing beside the carriage of Minshan Jianzong at the gate of Moyuan.
Ye Jiannan is a young man who is not afraid of powerful enemies, or even death, but the moment he saw this handsome man, he still felt nervous and restrained, and still felt awe.
Because this extremely handsome man is Tantai Guanjian.
For a long time, Tantai Guanjian has been considered as the strongest existence of Minshan Sword Sect besides Baili Suxue.
Even many practitioners in the seventh realm couldn't figure out why Tantai Guanjian was so fast, why his sword and people were able to break through common sense, several times faster than the flying swords of ordinary practitioners.
Tantai Guanjian did not talk to Shao Muran who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, but he was not in a hurry to enter the garden either, as if he was just quietly waiting for the sunrise.
Ye Jiannan had already seen Tantai Guanjian when he was in the sword meeting, but for some reason, even at that time, he didn't feel that Tantai Guanjian was as solemn and serious as he is today.
Although there were no complicated etiquette and procedures, Tantai Guanjian just stood there quietly, waiting for the sunrise, but Ye Jiannan clearly felt that something big was happening.
The sun rises in the east, sprinkles thousands of golden lights, and the sky is completely bright.
Ye Jiannan stared blankly, only to see that Tantai Guanjian's body was covered with a layer of gold.
Then Tantai Guanjian bowed his head gently to Yaoyao in salute, and then bowed slightly to Shao Renren in salute.
Then a soft breath gushed out from his body, making his body extraordinarily clean, even the tiniest dust on the sapphire-colored robe was completely blown away.
Then Tantai Guanjian stepped forward and walked into the ink garden.