Martial Cultivator

Since Chen Chao, who was guarding the door of the hut, couldn't sleep, he had to do something. First, he silently circulated the white mist in his body for several weeks, and after getting rid of all the tiredness in his body, Chen Chao began to reflect on what he had gained from going up the mountain. .

It is said that it is a sword making, but just walking up the Sword Qi Mountain this time has benefited a lot. Not to mention whether the realm has been improved, just the perception of the sword Qi and the sword's intention has been turned upside down this time. Although it is still not as good as Those pure sword cultivators, but Chen Chao would not be beaten passively when he met those sword cultivators later.

As for listening to bamboo in the bamboo sea, it gave Chen Chao a deeper understanding of the qi movement in the world. Each green bamboo in the bamboo sea has a different sound, which is actually similar to the qi movement of monks in the world. It is the same method of cultivation, and the same is true. It is something that belongs to every monk, but now Chen Chao can slowly break out of the cocoon to feel it. Although it may not be a great thing now, but in the future, As his realm deepens, Chen Chao can probably foresee how much the things he has obtained now will help him in the future.

Even after studying hard, he might be able to break the things that martial artists cannot practice. Of course, Chen Chao also knows very well that the reason why he has this ability does not mean that all martial artists in the world have this ability. At least in other words Speaking of which, a big reason for these things of his should come from the cultivation method that he still doesn't know what it is called.

Thinking of this, Chen Chao felt a little emotional. He couldn't say what he had experienced at the time, but it was a blessing in disguise. Things in the world are like this. Many things are unpredictable. He originally thought it was a bad thing, but after experiencing it, he just couldn't hate it anymore.

After coming back to his senses, Chen Chao subconsciously reached out to hold the handle of the knife at his waist, but failed when he reached out. Chen Chao smiled helplessly, stood up from the bamboo chair, walked slowly forward a few steps, and came to the road. In front of the creek, looking at the fish swimming in the crystal clear creek, Chen Chao suddenly felt something in his heart, and used his energy to move a stone to fall into the water. The fish in the water were frightened and began to flee in all directions. Chen Chao watched As the fish swam away, he suddenly became very interested in the tracks of those fish, so after a while, he threw a stone again, shocking the other fish and running away.

But the trajectory direction is completely different from before.

Chen Chao remained silent.

The fish were frightened and scattered because of the stone, but it is unknown when the stone fell, from where it fell, and whether it would fall. This means that every time the stone fell, the direction in which the fish fled was different. Is it random, with no trace at all?

The flow of qi in a monk's body will follow a designated trajectory. This is especially true when practicing a certain Taoist method. Once it is running, it must move strictly according to the expected trajectory. Once there is an error in the flow of qi, the Taoist method will have to be reset. If the meridians are not functioning properly, the meridians will be in disorder and become possessed.

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There will be countless important nodes in the movement of Qi. Once someone sees through it, you will be controlled by others when facing the enemy. But if the flow of Qi in the body is irregular, then...

Chen Chao's eyes gradually glowed, but he quickly shook his head. The laws of qi circulation have been learned by countless predecessors through experiments over thousands of years. Which Taoist method has not been practiced by countless people?

Chen Chao wanted to control the flow of Qi in his body as he pleased, which was almost a fantasy.

Chen Chao shook his head and quickly gave up the idea. If this thing could really be accomplished, it would definitely be something that would rewrite the entire world of cultivation.

Can a martial artist, a martial artist from the other side of the world, be able to accomplish such a thing?

Chen Chao didn't think about it for the time being, but just when he wanted to give up, he suddenly frowned again, causing the energy all over his body to flow irregularly. This was indeed a difficult thing, but if Just develop a sword style?

A knife move that makes people confused about its trajectory.

Now Chen Chao has the general's lifelong learning, and he also has the dragon's head that he has studied, but in general, there are still too few.

Moreover, the dragon raising its head is not complete.

Thinking of it, he did it. The energy in Chen Chao's body continued to circulate, and he kept dropping stones. Every time the stone fell, the swimming fish in the water scattered and moved in different directions, and he also imitated those swimming fish in his body. However, just a moment later, Chen Chao's face turned pale and his energy flowed. Although it was just a small fight, it was not necessarily without risk.

Chen Chao exhaled a breath of turbid air and broke off a branch from a nearby tree to make a knife. With the different flow of Qi, the branch in his hand was strangely slashed aimlessly in all directions.

"There is a door!"

Chen Chao nodded with some satisfaction. Although it was just a sudden thought, it seems that although it is impossible to come up with a knife style that has different trajectories every time it is used, it can at least create several or even dozens of different trajectories.

Even though it doesn't look like much, there are so many changes in one sword move, which is enough to give people a headache.

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes, already expecting that if this move were to come out in the future, it would definitely surprise people at an extremely unexpected time.

It might even be one of his last trump cards.

Thinking of this, Chen Chao continued to watch the fish use his sword.

Tired of not knowing how long it had been, a small stream became turbulent, and countless waves rose up as he took out his knife, enveloping the swimming fish and splashing away.

Chen Chao was immersed in it wholeheartedly, no longer paying attention to external objects, and entered a mysterious realm.

This is the so-called epiphany that monks outside the country pursue. Many monks may not have it once in their lives, and this state is actually very mysterious. When monks step into this state, they even have the experience of breaking through two or three levels in one day, but these It's a very rare thing, let alone happening to Takeo.

It's just that Chen Chao's so-called epiphany this time is actually destined to be impossible to break through. It is different from those epiphanies, but it will also be an extremely beneficial experience for him.

It was just this time that he realized that Chen Chao kept drawing out his sword regardless of day or night. He didn't know how long it took until the energy in his body was exhausted and empty, and then he fell to the ground exhausted.

Chen Chao, who was panting heavily, laughed loudly, looking at the creek that had been harmed a lot by him, with great satisfaction.

"Just call it Youyu."

Chen Chao was so satisfied with his newly learned sword style that he casually named it. .🅆.

Chen Chao has always been casual about choosing names and has no other ideas.

Of course, when it comes to being casual, Xie Nandu is probably the more casual person. She can shout a flying sword. Such a woman is also a strange woman.

"Boy, come in!"

Before Chen Chao could stand up, a shout suddenly sounded from behind him. It was the old man who forged the knife who spoke.

Chen Chao stood up with difficulty and walked weakly towards the hut.

As soon as he stepped into the thatched hut, Chen Chao saw a scene that he would probably never forget.

A long knife, the blade of which was red at the moment, was inserted into the stove, and there were strips of snow-white threads running on it. You could tell it was extraordinary just by looking at it.

The old man stood by the stove exhausted, soaked to the skin. After seeing Chen Chao come in, the old man didn't waste any time and said bluntly, "The last step is just to sharpen the blade."

Chen Chao took a few steps forward and asked, "How to sharpen the blade?"

The old man glanced at Chen Chao and it was obvious.

Chen Chao laughed at himself and said, "Are you going to do this again?"

The old man sneered and said, "The choice is up to you. Anyway, I will tell you a truth. Use your essence and blood to sharpen the blade, and the sword will truly become one with you. You will know the benefits."

Chen Chao smiled bitterly.

"Use your palm to rub the blade, but this time, be prepared. The temperature on the blade is far higher than you imagine."

The old man looked at the red blade and felt a little satisfied. Although it was said that he was recasting the broken sword, it was actually as difficult as casting a new one, or even more difficult. But even so, he did it. Although he was a Swordsmith, but he is probably the only one in the world who can do this.

Although it doesn't sound good for a swordsmith to help others reforge broken swords, if one day this young warrior becomes a truly remarkable person, the old man will actually feel somewhat honored.

Whether it's a sword or a sword, what swordsmiths care most about is the sword they forge. Who is using it? What they fear most is the secret casting of pearls.

Chen Chao remained silent and just walked to the stove. Before he could say anything, the old man patted the stove and the straight knife came out of the stove and hovered in front of Chen Chao. Chen Chao stretched out his left hand and held the blade. In an instant, his palm was torn open. , the heartbreaking pain surged up in an instant. Even a person like Chen Chao almost lost his mind at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, frowned, and his whole face became a little ferocious. This kind of pain was even more painful than every time he put his body through physical exertion until the end.

But now that the matter has come to this, Chen Chao has no thought of backing down. Instead, he holds the blade and slowly wipes it upwards. A palm of blood is slowly smeared on the straight knife. Where the blood has been smeared, the blade turns red and gradually dissipates. It became snow-white. As Chen Chao pushed his palm to the hilt of the knife, the entire blade became extremely bright at this moment. There was a faint cold light, and there were also undetectable snow-white threads constantly swimming on the blade. , like ripples in water.

"Hold the hilt."

The old man smiled.

Chen Chao heard this and reached out to hold the handle of the knife. The originally red handle suddenly turned white at this moment, with golden threads swimming on it, like little golden dragons.

The blood remaining on the blade gradually disappeared into the blade, and then the handle slowly turned black, but the golden thread was still there.

Chen Chao looked at the word "Yun Ni" on the sword's jaw, thoughtfully.

The old man smiled slowly and said, "When blood is seen on this knife, the handle becomes like snow. When no blood is seen, the handle becomes like night."

Chen Chao said softly, "This is Yunni."

Are things in this world black and white?

The old man looked at this scene and said seriously, "You live up to your trust."

Chen Chao sheathed his sword and said gratefully, "Thank you, senior."

The old man suddenly sighed with emotion, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the flying sword that will be made later may not be better than it."