Tian Xing Wan

Chapter 78

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Jian Zhi gave Jun Shu the spiritual bird and went to the garden where he and Qin Wanwan had agreed to meet last night.

When he reached the garden gate, he stopped and looked down at his clothes again.

Good, nothing messy. After making sure of his appearance, he walked into the garden happily, ready to start this beautiful day.

As a result, as soon as he entered the garden, he saw Qin Wanwan and Xie Gutang fighting each other. Hearing the sound of Jian Zhizhi coming in, Xie Gutang was the first to put away his sword, turned around and looked at Jian Zhizhi, and greeted happily: "Senior."

Qin Wanwan had just finished a fight and was feeling very refreshed. The anger she had felt last night had almost dissipated. She turned around to look at him and said magnanimously, "Good morning."

Jian Zhi couldn't come out, he looked at Xie Gutang indifferently, then turned to look at Qin Wanwan, pointed at Xie Gutang and asked: "Why is he here?"

Qin Wanwan didn't need to say anything, Xie Gutang answered himself: "Miss Qin said that you have a secret realm that can be used to train sword spirit, so I came here shamelessly, hoping to ask you to give me a chance to see this magical item."

"You..." Jian Zhizhi looked at Xie Gutang's frank expression, and after a long pause, he just said, "Can I show it to you alone some other day?"

When can we not study? Do we have to choose the time when we are at home to build relationships

Xie Gutang was stunned, and Qin Wanwan asked: "Today?"

Jian Zhi froze. He waved his hands in annoyance and accepted his fate: "Forget it. Today is the day."

Having said that, he didn't say much. He raised his hand and chanted a spell. A black vortex appeared in the air. Jian Zhi put his hands in his sleeves and walked in: "Let's go."

Qin Wanwan and Xie Gutang looked at each other, then followed Jian Xizhi into the vortex. After entering, the three of them discovered that this place seemed to be an endless black hole. The three of them stood on a suspended stone. Everything in the distance was pitch black. They couldn't see the end, the top, the left and right limits, or the bottom. It was like they were in a universe without stars.

Behind them, they could see three yellow rays of light drawing three paths, and the paths seemed to be affected by a transparent film. A red line was in front of them, and behind the red line, there were shadows rushing towards them.

"These shadows are enemies," Jian Zhizhi pointed out to them, "Kill them and you can move forward. The further you go, the tougher the opponents will be. The moves of these shadows are all sword techniques on the stone wall. Observe carefully and study them. One month here is equivalent to one hour outside. I have set a timer of three months. Let's try it first."

"Thank you, senior!"

When Xie Gutang heard about this magical weapon, he immediately became excited, took the first step, chose a path, drew his sword and rushed forward.

Jian Zhi glanced at Qin Wanwan, who coughed lightly, "Then...then I'll go?"

"Go that road." Jian Zhi raised his chin towards the road at the edge.

Qin Wanwan was originally standing in the middle, and wanted to go to the middle road, but Jian Zhi specifically designated one road. She was a little curious, but she didn't ask any more questions, and went to the road next to it with her sword in hand.

Jian Zhi walked to the center path, drew his sword, and while observing Qin Wanwan, he chopped casually.

Xie Gutang had already rushed to the front, Qin Wanwan fell behind, and Jian Zhizhi followed her slowly. When he found that there were only two people left, he finally raised the corner of his mouth and turned to stare at the figure rushing towards him.

Qin Wanwan observed the movements of those rushing towards her and learned from them. She had a strong learning ability and within a few days, she had learned all the sword techniques and began to use them to fight against the opponents.

Jian Zhi was watching from the side, blocking the traffic on his side while giving instructions to Qin Wanwan.

After two months, the levels became more and more difficult, and Qin Wanwan began to stagnate in one position, making it difficult to advance.

Jian Zhi observed Qin Wanwan.

At this point, it is difficult to advance simply by using skills or existing techniques.

In the practice of sword cultivation, spiritual power is the foundation of internal strength, the strength of spiritual consciousness is the power of the soul, and the moves are regarded as the "spells" in magic cultivation, which are used to communicate with heaven and earth. What really allows sword cultivators to fight against each other across levels is actually the sword intent.

Sword intent is a sword practitioner's understanding and belief of the sword, why he holds the sword, and what direction he is heading towards.

‌The sword intent of most sword cultivators is all about killing. The obsession with defeating the opponent and the determination not to lose are the foundation of the sword intent of sword cultivators.

Qin Wanwan likes to retreat and tolerate, so her sword intent rarely appears.

The only two times it appeared were when she was stepped on the face and another time...

Jian Zhi recalled and was suddenly surprised to find that it was the sword with vitality behind him when he was fighting against Ning Wenxu.

And the sword intent of that sword was different from any swordsman he had met before.

Other sword cultivators, including him, focus on killing and death.

But when Qin Wanwan swung the sword behind him, the sword brought life.

Jian Zhi turned to look at Qin Wanwan, and looking at her sword, he suddenly felt an indescribable meaning.

He looked at her, noticing that she had not moved, and coughed lightly: "Bottleneck?"

Qin Wanwan didn't say anything. Whoever lost would feel uncomfortable.

Jian Zhi instructed her: "Try it. Think about why you drew your sword. Think about the techniques you learned. If you were to express them in sword moves, how would they be?"

Magic formulas are the language of magic practitioners, and sword moves are also the language of sword practitioners.

Qin Wanwan paused, and after thinking for a while, she stepped over the transparent light film and came behind her.

He reached out his hand and held her sword-holding hand. After holding her hand, he hesitated for a moment, pulled up his sleeve inconspicuously, covered the back of Qin Wanwan's hand with his sleeve, and then covered the back of Qin Wanwan's hand with his shirt again.

Qin Wanwan didn't notice these details, she only felt the burning breath behind her, and she became nervous: "You...what are you going to do?"

"Do not talk."

He reminded her: "Close your eyes and feel the sword."

Qin Wanwan knew that Jian Zhi wanted to teach her, so she calmed her mind, listened to him, and closed her eyes.

Then she felt the wind move, and Jian Zhi held her hand and moved it upward.

The most basic sword move, but at the moment of swinging the sword, Qin Wanwan suddenly felt a tremendous sense of faith coming at her.

win.

It was such a simple and pure belief, but it washed over all her senses like a tsunami. When the huge waves slowly subsided, she gasped, slowly opened her eyes, and found that all the figures around her had been chopped away by a sword.

"This is my sword intention."

Jian Zhi held her hand and said calmly, "I practice Taoism through fighting. To me, losing is equivalent to death. As long as a sword cultivator's sword intent is pure and firm enough, it will be strong enough."

Qin Wanwan listened to his words and looked back at him: "You will never lose in your life."

"If a monk loses," Jian Zhi was puzzled, "doesn't he die?"

Qin Wanwan choked, and Jian Zhi just said: "Don't think too much, sir. Close your eyes, I will swing the sword, and you feel the sword's intent."

Qin Wanwan closed her eyes and felt Jian Zhi pulling her and swinging the sword through the air, reminding her: "Go and find out where it came from and where it's going, and then think about yourself, where is your sword intent?"

Where is your sword intent

Qin Wanwan pursued the question, feeling the flow of spiritual power in Jian Zhi's every move, every detail of his movements, where he accumulated power, how the strength changed, and how he expressed everything with the sword.

Their clothes were entangled, and she vaguely felt that her soul seemed to be gently touching the sword. She seemed to be able to gently touch Jian Zhi's soul through this sword move.

She observed this and then looked back at herself like a mirror.

Before she had finished feeling it, she heard the sound of "ding-ling-ling" around her. Qin Wanwan opened her eyes suddenly and found herself in the garden. Xie Gutang was looking at them breathlessly. Jian Zhizhi calmly withdrew his hand, coughed lightly and explained: "I set it for three hours. Wanwan has a competition tomorrow. I think she has learned enough today. Let's train another day."

"You have thought it through."

Xie Gutang unconditionally praised all of Jian Zhizhi's decisions. He thought about it and couldn't help but said, "Senior, I have an unreasonable request."

"you say."

Jian Zhi put away the illusion, and then heard Xie Gutang say uncomfortably: "Just now in the illusion, you let Qin Wanwan feel your sword intent, and I want to feel it too!"

Jian Zhizhi's movements froze, and Xie Gutang raised his head eagerly: "I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

"OK."

Jian Zhizhi spoke indifferently, drew his sword back, and before Xie Gutang could react, he blasted him directly into the rockery with his sword, then calmly put away his sword: "Feel it."

Having said that, Jian Zhi turned and left.

Qin Wanwan looked at Jian Xizhi's back, then moved closer to the rockery, picked up a stone, and looked at Xie Gutang buried in the stone with lingering fear: "Xie Daojun, are you still alive?"

"No problem."

Xie Gutang's voice came from under the stone pillar: "Wanwan, you go first, I need to comprehend!"

"Oh." Qin Wanwan now understood the thinking of these sword cultivators very well. She considerately put the stone back and said, "You continue. I'll go first."

As she spoke, she returned to the yard and chased after Jian Zhi who had already gone far away.

"Jane!"

Qin Wanwan chased after him, she followed behind him and asked happily: "You just taught me those things, how did you figure them out in the past?"

"Fight."

Jian Zhi said casually: "How can we get out if we don't fight? Tomorrow is a good opportunity."

Jian Zhi reminded her: "If the opponent is strong enough, it is easiest to gain enlightenment in a desperate situation of life and death."

Qin Wanwan was thinking about something, and was about to say something when she heard Nanfeng trotting over: "Master, Jian Daojun, Ning Daojun wants you to go to the hall."

"What's the matter?"

Qin Wanwan was anxious and asked Nanfeng quickly.

"Come back to that old man Wuming's house!" Nanfeng panted.

Jane's eyes lit up when she heard it.

Come on, come on, the points are finally here!