Kendo practice is of course the sword. Swords are of course important. It's just... is it that important? In addition to affecting the combat power, can it really affect the realm and cultivation of the swordsman in turn
The sword in Su Li's hand now came from the blacksmith shop in the small town at the foot of Li Mountain. It was personally forged by Luo Dagen, a non-famous blacksmith in the blacksmith shop. . Holding this ordinary long sword that can't be called a magic weapon by any means, he is still the world's number one swordsman. Pi Yi, who blocked the sword before him, had just beheaded a demon general not long ago.
It is precisely because of his ordinary sword that Lishan Sword Sect's attitude towards swords returning to nature has become popular. Shenguo Qilu and other young disciples followed suit out of admiration for their junior master uncle. Mr. Qiu Shan clearly possesses a very famous Dragon Scale Sword, but he is only willing to use an ordinary long sword while traveling on the mainland and even in the battle with the strong demons for the key to the Zhou Garden. That sword also comes from the foot of Li Mountain. That small town also came from that blacksmith shop, and it only cost a few coins, and so did Guan Feibai. But this did not affect the status of Qiu Shanjun and Guan Feibai among the younger generation of powerhouses in the mainland. Holding ordinary green steel swords, they are also members of the law of the kingdom of God.
"Some foolish people may not understand this." The black robe gently wiped off a few snowflakes on the square plate, looked at Su Li and said calmly: "But I understand, as long as you can't find that sword, then no matter what It doesn't make any difference to you whether it's the Shaqiu from Huaiyuan or the bad sword from the blacksmith shop in your hand."
"Yes." Su Li was silent for a while, then said, "I am indeed short of a sword, and I have been looking for that sword."
Many years ago, he was brought by his master from his hometown to Mount Li, walked through the long mountain path for tens of miles, entered the mountain gate, and became an inner disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect. He mastered the general formula of the Mount Li Sword Sect in a very short time , his talent in kendo gradually revealed, and he was loved by all his brothers and sisters and respected by his nephews, but he never had his own sword.
When he divided the swords in the Red Stone Peak Sword Hall, he didn't choose one. He used a wooden sword when he practiced swords every day and when he planned moves with his seniors. The brothers asked him why he refused to choose a sword, and he said that he didn't like those swords in the sword hall, but he actually had another sentence in his heart - those swords didn't like him either, and they all avoided him.
A full year has passed, he has completed the basics of swordsmanship, and he has a first glimpse of the true meaning of swordsmanship. He is finally qualified to enter the peak and enter the master's cave. His master is the head of the Lishan Sword Sect, a peerless swordsman recognized by the entire continent. But he didn't listen to what the master was saying at all, just looked at the sword hanging on the wall behind the master.
The scabbard of that sword is jet-black, I don’t know what material it is, the sword is in the sheath, and the real face cannot be seen, but I don’t know why, when he looks at the sword, he is happy, happy, and wants to dance, He wanted to take it over, hold it in his arms, sleep in it, or even take a bath. What made him even more happy was that the sword made a nice and soft whistling in the sheath, as if it was responding to his joy and expressing his own feelings at the same time. bona fide.
At that time, Su Li naturally didn't know that this sword was the saber of the head of the Lishan Sword Sect, and it was ranked in the top ten swords that shroud the sky in the list of hundred weapons.
The head of the Lishan Sword Sect was a little surprised. His saber is a peerless and fierce sword, unparalleled in sharpness, extremely indifferent, and most capable of breaking emotions. Why did he make such a soft sword sound today? Why did he treat this little boy? Tong so gentle? what does that mean? Then he laughed, because Su Li is his only disciple, this sword will naturally be passed on in the future, and now it seems that people and swords never get tired of seeing each other, it's really great.
On that day, Su Li received a promise from his master that he would pass this sword on to him in the future, which made him so happy that when the master gave him a spanking for violating the school rules thirty-seven times throughout last year , when he was asked to copy the sword manual five hundred times, it was extremely rare for him not to talk back.
And later... His master entered Zhouyuan. Then, there is no later. His master never came back. The sword never came back either. Su Li cried for three days and three nights on the top of Li Mountain, and then stayed in a daze for seven days and seven nights before he woke up and re-entered the practice of swordsmanship, but this time his brothers and sisters discovered that his waist There is an extra sword in between.
That sword came from the small town at the foot of Li Mountain, from that humble blacksmith shop, from a non-famous blacksmith at that time, that is, the grandfather of the current blacksmith Luo Dagen.
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Spring passed and autumn came, and the years and months passed away. Su Li had just mastered the art of swordsmanship, and went down Li Mountain to Zhou Garden.
In the next few decades, he would enter Zhou Garden once every ten years, which naturally means that in those decades, the control of Zhou Garden was always in the hands of humans, and the demons could never get their hands on it. , The reason for this is because he wants to enter Zhou Garden, who can snatch the key of Zhou Garden under his sword
He had two purposes for entering Zhou Garden. First, he wanted to confirm Zhou Dufu's life and death. If the strongest man under the starry sky was dead, he would be done. If the other party was still alive, he wanted to know how far he was from him. How old is it, and how much time will it take for me who is in the upper realm of Tongyou to defeat this person.
Secondly, he wants to find the sword that disappeared in Zhou Garden. Perhaps it was Xingkong who never let anyone down, or maybe the famous sword that shrouded the sky felt his miss. When he entered Zhou Garden for the last time, Su Li actually found it in the forest beside the stream. The sword has also become the first and only sword found since the opening of the Zhou Garden.
However, the sword intent of that sword has completely disappeared, leaving only the sword body. Although the material of this sword is still a rare treasure that is hard to find in the world, it is no longer the sword of the past.
The famous sword is like yesterday, but it is no longer romantic.
Su Li was silent for a long time by that stream before finally accepting this fact.
The sword is still there, but the sword intent is no longer there. It turns out that the master... is really gone.
With the sword that had lost his soul, Su Li left Zhou Yuan and went to the Tang family in Wenshui to find the old Mrs. Tang who was willing to do it himself occasionally, hoping that he could find a way to save the sword. What kind of status is Mrs. Tang, how could he pay attention to the almost idiotic request of a second-generation disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect? Su Li only did one thing. He stood on the stone dam hidden in the mountains by the Tang family in Wenshui, and within one night, he broke through several realms from the upper realm of Tongyou to the peak of the star-gathering realm.
As the richest person in the mainland, Mr. Tang is best at identifying goods. He knew that Su Li was showing his value to himself. He admitted that Su Li definitely had this value, so he changed his mind without hesitation and started buying everywhere. Rare materials, trying to revive the famous sword according to his request.
Unfortunately, even the Wenshui Tang family couldn't fully meet Su Li's request.
The memories stop here, because what happened afterwards, even the most unrestrained, or thick-skinned him, felt a little embarrassed.
He looked at the shadow in the night sky, sensing the devil's unfathomable will, and thought with a slight mockery, if the sword can come to life, and I hold it in my hand at this moment, what's the point of you
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The shadow in the sky is getting lower and lower, as if it is about to meet the grassland in the distance.
Holding the yellow paper umbrella, Chen Changsheng looked at this scene, as well as the indifference and death in the eyes of those terrifying monsters in the beast tide. He didn't know why.
He didn't know that the shadow in the sky was the projection of Dapeng. He didn't know that this roc, which had half-stepped into the sacred realm, was Zhou Dufu's mount back then. He didn't even know that the sword intent was included in the yellow paper umbrella, which meant that the sword pond might appear at any time, what kind of provocation this was for the terrifying roc.
Nanke's black hair was scattered over his shoulders, wet from the rain, making it look extremely messy. Her little face was pale, and the indifference in her eyes had long been replaced by anger. In the previous fight, even though a distance of more than a hundred feet was separated, the sharp sword intent still hurt her. She didn't understand why that sword intent entered The yellow paper umbrella turned out to be so scary.
"How strong is the sword intent? You don't know how to use the sword, how long can you last with the sword intent alone!"
Hearing the voice of this girl from the Demon Race, Chen Changsheng wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He had no way to solve this problem, and in fact even if he solved the problem that the sword intent couldn't be consumed endlessly, he wouldn't be able to. There is no way to solve the ocean-like beast tide around the mausoleum.
With an angry Qingming, a cold wind suddenly blew up above the Shinto, the wet and heavy skirt flew up, the rain shifted, Nanke raised his sword and slashed again.
Two beams of sword light shot out from the blade of the Southern Cross Sword, like two star rivers, cutting towards Chen Changsheng along the straight divine way.
Chen Changsheng held up a yellow paper umbrella to meet him, and hundreds of tiny sword winds emerged from the umbrella surface. Accompanied by dense chichi cutting sounds, the unimaginably sharp sword intent directly cut off the two galaxies, and then It was chopped into countless pieces in an instant, and the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum was filled with dots of starlight, floating like a sea of fireflies.
At this moment, a piano sounded.
The ground at the lower end of the Shinto had already been wet by the torrential rain. The old man sat cross-legged in the rain, with the Guqin in front of his knees, and played a piece of music with his head down.
The old man is the elder of the Candle Shadow Witch, and he is best at mental attacks. The sound of the zither, which seems to be gurgling like water, does not know how dangerous it is hidden. It was shaken into a mist by the trembling of the strings, and accompanied by the sound of the zither, some objects faintly appeared in the mist.
Those are not real things, but powerful spiritual thoughts, like a mountain ghost, like a witch tiger, suddenly left the guqin on the old man's lap, and came to the stone platform like a hurricane, without blowing away the sea of fireflies. The fragments of starlight surreptitiously avoided the yellow paper umbrella, turned into wisps of cold wind, and landed on Chen Changsheng's face.
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