My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

That night, both the master and the apprentice were very drunk. They drank seven bottles of 53% Maotai liquor. In addition to Wuliangye, Luzhou Laojiao, etc., they drank a total of eleven bottles of high-strength liquor.

Even with their physical fitness, they were still completely drunk without deliberately exercising their skills to get rid of the alcohol.

But after all, they had superhuman physiques. After a few hours, they gradually woke up and their drunkenness gradually subsided.

Perhaps it was the first time for Canyi Sword God to drink such high alcohol, or maybe he was worried, so he was even more drunk than Qin Hao.

When he woke up, Qin Hao had already started practicing his sword by the lake.

Canyi Sword God walked out of the bamboo house and saw a huge stone not far from the house. His eyes lit up and he praised:

"Good words and poems."

In the green bamboo forest, there stands a mountain rock like a sword peak. Two lines of poetry were carved on one side of the rock at some point.

"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and a frosty sword shines across the nine states."

The handwriting is made of iron and painted with silver hooks, and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake. Every horizontal and vertical line is like a swordsman drawing a sword, revealing boundless chicness and unruliness.

This nearly 200-year-old man, the leader of swordsmanship in the world, was fascinated by it for a while.

There was a time when he was so free and unrestrained, so happy, and his sword was like a spring breeze and a horse, and he was proud of the world.

However, time will always tell you that nothing in the world is eternal. This is true for people, and so is the sword, even if he is the god of swords.

The surface of the lake is filled with brilliant blue waves, and the green bamboos and shadows on the shore make you never tire of looking at each other.

Although it is winter, the seasons in Sword Valley are like spring, with flowers blooming for miles.

The master said last night that the white flowers in the valley are called roselle flowers. They were all planted by his own hands. Everything in the valley can be used at will, but this roselle flower must not be damaged in half.

Qin Hao stood with his sword in hand, facing the lake with his eyes slightly closed.

He was comprehending the sword intention mentioned by the sword god master. He wanted to know what sword intention was and what his sword intention was.

Master has said that sword intention is the meaning of a swordsman's sword. It is the fundamental reason why a swordsman is a swordsman. It is the soul of the swordsman's swordsmanship. It can be understood but cannot be cultivated.

Some people are skilled in swordsmanship, but their sword intention is empty. Some people have realized the sword intention since they held the sword.

Qin Hao had a question last night.

"Swordsmanship and sword intention, which one is more important? Which one is stronger and which one is weaker?"

The sword god master just smiled slightly, pointed at himself and said:

"Then it depends on what the master uses. In this world of swordsmanship, who is strong or weak can all be judged by the master's words."

Qin Hao's eyes widened and he couldn't help but stick out his thumb, thinking in his heart, this guy is really good at bragging.

Qin Hao, who was immersed in the realization, did not notice that his master was approaching, and the Canyi Sword God did not wake him up, but just stood aside silently, watching Qin Hao realize the sword's intention.

In fact, he did not tell Qin Hao that things like sword intention have always been standard equipment for swordsmen of the ninth rank and above. Only by starting to refine the gods and condense the martial embryo can it be possible to comprehend the sword intention.

It is not that there are people who realize the sword intention before the ninth level, but it is extremely rare.

And what he said is that there are people who can realize the meaning of the sword the first time they hold the sword, but they are really too few. Throughout the ancient and modern times, there is only one person in the historical records.

Even so, he still believed that Qin Hao could realize the sword's intention before the ninth level. According to his standards, those who could not realize the sword's intention before the ninth level were mediocre swordsmen and were not worthy of using the sword.

Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to have some realization, but he always felt like looking at the moon in the water or looking at the flowers in the mirror, visible but not available.

The wind suddenly blew up and roared. Qin Hao didn't even have time to think, and the sword in his hand thrust out on its own.

The tip of the sword trembled, exploding into a cloud of dust and smoke, and tiny gravels hit his face, stinging immensely.

But Qin Hao didn't bother to wipe the dust off his face. He looked at the sword in his hand with great surprise and said in a suspicious tone:

"I did it?"

"Whoosh."

Qin Hao felt a pain in his chest, and his body flew backwards, falling into the lake with a huge splash.

After Qin Hao got up from the lake while rubbing his chest, he looked at his master complainingly and said:

"Master, this is a sneak attack."

"Between life and death, everything is aimed at killing the opponent, so what about a sneak attack?"

Qin Hao stopped arguing. He stood with his sword in hand, holding his breath and concentrating. His eyes were like swords, looking at Canyi Sword God, waiting for his next attack.

"boom"

After a soft sound, Qin Hao immediately rolled over and lay on the ground in pain.

"Damn, you're so perverted, you can't see it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it..."

Qin Hao roared in his heart.

A day passed like this. Except for the sword at the beginning and the stones behind it, Qin Hao didn't catch any of them. Instead, he was covered in bruises again.

And the reason why he was able to thrust out that sword was precisely because at that moment, he happened to be in a state of emptiness, selflessness and no sword. This state was the state where the sword intention was born and he was in control of every foot in front of him.

Master Sword God said that when Qin Hao can enter this state at will, he will be able to achieve his sword intention and become an introduction to the way of swordsmanship.

In the days that followed, Qin Hao worked hard on the sword day and night. Although he was covered in bruises and in excruciating pain at the end of each day's practice, he never tired of it.

Canyi Sword God also seemed to understand that Qin Hao had a physique that became more and more courageous with each setback. Almost all of his subsequent attacks were hovering on the edge of Qin Hao's life and death. The stones that were shot out hit the rocks in the distance. , can directly blast a hole the size of a bowl, thirty to forty centimeters deep.

Qin Hao spent a month under this inhuman training. Although he can only occasionally hit one or two flying stones with his sword, his cultivation has reached the level of any martial artist in the world. The fifth-grade limit reached was condensed into the ninth drop of blood essence.

On this day, heavy snow fell over the Sword Valley, but as soon as the snow reached the valley, it turned into pea-sized and cold raindrops.

Qin Hao stood quietly in the rain, letting the cold rain hit his body.

His eyes were slightly closed, and all his experiences from the first time he practiced swordsmanship to the present flashed through his mind. He still remembered the feeling of piercing human flesh and skin on his hands when he first used swordsmanship to kill someone.

He has been thinking recently, why did he draw the sword?

To kill someone? Then what is the purpose of killing?

Sword Intent, what is Sword Intent?

The swordsmanship he had learned, the swordsmanship he had heard, and the swordsmanship he had seen on movies and TV all flowed through his mind over and over again.

His brows became more and more furrowed, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Why...why do I practice swordsmanship? Why do I draw a sword?"

Qin Hao kept asking himself how crazy he was.

The Canyi Sword God sitting in the bamboo house looked solemn. He had already seen that Qin Hao's success or failure depended on this one move.

With a finger of the sword in his hand, the Kunwu sword turned into a rainbow and flew towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao, who didn't open his eyes, stretched out his palm naturally as if he had a tacit understanding, just in time to hold the flying Kunwu Sword.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, Qin Hao's eyes suddenly opened.

An invisible, yet real aura burst out from him.

Within a foot of him, the rain suddenly stopped.

Qin Hao danced with the sword, without any deliberate intention, and without following any set of sword techniques. It was as if the sword was dancing with him, and as if he was immersed in a dream, hazy, confused, but unrestrained. , completely natural.

Qin Hao sang loudly with abandon, and the energy in his chest plummeted.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

"A little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind. I am a man from outside the world, so why should I stick to this world of swordsmanship?"

"Hahahaha, I understand, I understand."