The Husband was the Long Aotian

Jian Xingzhi gave Junshu the spirit bird, and went to the garden that he and Qin Wanwan had agreed to last night.

At the gate of the garden, he stopped and looked down at his clothes again.

Very good, nothing messed up, after confirming his appearance, he happily walked into the garden, ready to start this beautiful day.

As soon as he entered the garden, he saw Qin Wanwan and Xie Gutang fighting each other, and when he heard the voice of Jian Xingzhi walking in, Xie Gutang took the lead to withdraw his sword, looked back at Jian Xingzhi, and saluted happily: "Senior."

Qin Wanwan had just finished a fight and was very happy. Most of the anger from last night had disappeared. Looking back at him, she smiled generously: "Morning."

Jian Xingzhi couldn't smile anymore. He looked at Xie Gutang indifferently, then turned to Qin Wanwan, pointed to Xie Gutang and asked, "Why is he here?"

There was no need for Qin Wanwan to say this, Xie Gutang answered by herself: "Miss Qin said that there is a secret realm in the hands of the seniors to train Sword Intent, so I came here cheeky and wanted to ask the seniors to give me a chance to let the juniors see such gods. things."

"You..." Jian Xingzhi looked at Xie Gutang's magnanimous expression, and after holding it for a long time, he only said, "Can't I show it to you alone another day?"

When you can't study, do you have to choose when people cultivate feelings?

Xie Gutang was stunned, and Qin Wanwan asked, "Can I do it today?"

Jian Xingzhi froze, he waved his hand irritably, and accepted his fate: "Forget it, it's okay today."

After he said that, he didn't say much, raised his hand and read the formula, a black vortex appeared in the air, Jian Xingzhi put his hands in his sleeves, and walked in: "Let's go."

Qin Wanwan and Xie Gutang glanced at each other and followed Jian Xingzhi into the whirlpool. After walking in, the three of them found that it seemed like an endless black hole. The three of them stood on a suspended stone, and the distance was black. , can't see the end, can't see the top, can't see the left and right limits, and can't see the bottom, like in a universe without stars.

Directly in front of them, three yellow rays of light can be seen drawing three paths, and the spaces between the paths seem to be affected by a layer of transparent film. A red line was in front of them, and after the red line, a figure rushed over.

"These figures are all enemies," Jian Xingzhi pointed to them. "If you kill them, you can move forward. The further you go, the harder it is for your opponents. The moves of these people are all the swordsmanship on the stone wall. Observe carefully, figure out and study. One month here, one hour outside, I have set a time of three months, let’s try it first.”

"Thank you senior!"

When Xie Gutang heard this artifact, he was immediately excited, took the lead, chose a path, drew his sword and rushed over.

Jian Xingzhi glanced at Qin Wanwan, and Qin Wanwan coughed lightly, "Then... Then I'll go?"

"Go to that road." Jian Xingzhi raised his chin toward the road on the far side.

Qin Wanwan was originally standing in the middle and wanted to go to the middle road. Seeing that Jian Xingzhi had specifically designated one, she was a little strange, but she didn't ask any more questions, so she took the sword and went to the next one.

Jian Xingzhi walked to the middle road, drew out his sword, and watched Qin Wanwan while casually slashing.

Xie Gutang had already rushed all the way to the front, Qin Wanwan was behind, and Jian Xingzhi followed her slowly, only to find that there were only two people left, and finally raised the corner of her mouth and turned her head to stare at the rushing figure.

Qin Wanwan watched the movements of the people who were rushing towards her, and followed her to learn. She has a strong learning ability. In a few days, she learned all these swordsmanships, and then started to use these swordsmanships to fight against each other.

Jane Xingzhi watched from the side, blocking the people on her side while pointing at Qin Wanwan.

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

Jian Xingzhi observed Qin Wanwan.

At this position, it is difficult to move forward simply by using cultivation bases or moves.

In the cultivation of swordsmen, spiritual power is the foundation of internal power, the strength of consciousness is the power of the soul, and the moves are the "curses" in the practice of law, which are used to communicate with heaven and earth, and what really enables swordsmen to achieve higher-level battles, It's actually a sword intent.

Sword Intent is a sword cultivator's comprehension and belief in the sword, why he holds the sword, the way in his heart, and what direction it is.

The sword intent of most sword cultivators is to kill, the persistence to defeat the opponent, and the perseverance to not lose, is the foundation of the sword cultivator's sword intent.

Qin Wanwan loves to retreat too much and is too tolerant, so her sword intent rarely appears.

The only two times it appeared, once when she was stomped on her face, and the other time...

When Jian Xingzhi recalled it, he was suddenly surprised to find that when he was fighting against Ning Wenxu, there was a vigorous sword behind him.

And the sword intent of that sword was different from any sword cultivator he had seen in the past.

Other sword cultivators, including him, master killing and master death.

But Qin Wanwan swung that sword behind him, and the sword intent brought vitality.

Jian Xingzhi turned to look at Qin Wanwan, looking at her sword, suddenly there was something indescribable.

He looked at her, saw that she had been stagnant, and coughed lightly: "Is there a bottleneck?"

If Qin Wanwan doesn't speak, anyone who loses will feel uncomfortable.

Jian Xingzhi instructed her: "Try it, think about why you draw your sword, think about the tricks you have learned, if you express it with sword moves, what should it be like?"

Laws are the language of Faxiu, and sword moves are also the language of Jianxiu.

Qin Wanwan moved for a while, and Jian Xingzhi thought for a while, stepped over the transparent color film, and came behind her.

From the moment he reached out to hold her sword-holding hand, he held her hand for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, pulled up his sleeve without a trace, covered the back of Qin Wanwan's hand with his sleeve, and then put it on the back of Qin Wanwan's hand again.

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

"Do not talk."

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

Qin Wanwan knew that Jian Xingzhi wanted to teach her, so she calmed down, listened to his words, and closed her eyes.

Then she felt the wind move, and Jian Xingzhi held her hand and went up.

The most basic sword stance, but at the moment of swinging the sword, Qin Wanwan suddenly felt the impact of a majestic belief.

win.

It was such a simple and pure belief, but it washed away all her perceptions like a tsunami. When the waves calmed down, she gasped and slowly opened her eyes, only to find that all the figures in front of her had been slashed by a sword.

"This is my sword intent."

Jane Xingzhi held her hand and said in a calm voice, "I practice the Dao with battle. For me, losing is equivalent to death. As long as a sword cultivator's sword intent is pure enough and firm enough, it is strong enough."

Qin Wanwan listened to his words and looked back at him: "You won't lose all your life."

"That monk lost," Jane Xingzhi said strangely, "isn't it just death?"

Qin Wanwan choked, and Jian Xingzhi only said: "Okay, don't think too much. Close your eyes, I will swing my sword, you can feel the sword's meaning."

Qin Wanwan closed her eyes and felt that Jian Xingzhi was pulling her sword across the air, reminding her, "Go find where it came from, where it went, and then think about yourself, where is your sword intent?"

Where is your sword intent?

Qin Wanwan pursued the problem and felt the flow of spiritual power in every move of Jian Xingzhi, every detail of his movements, where he accumulated his strength, how his strength changed, and how he expressed everything he had with his sword.

They were chasing and entangled in their clothes, and she vaguely felt that her soul seemed to touch the sword lightly, and she seemed to be able to touch Jian Xingzhi's soul lightly from this sword move.

She observes the man and looks back at herself like a mirror.

Before she could feel it, she heard the sound of "ding bells" around her. Qin Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was already in the garden. Xie Gutang panted and looked at them. : "I have set three hours. Wanwan will have a competition tomorrow. I should have learned enough today. Let's train another day."

"Senior thought so."

Xie Gutang unconditionally touted all of Jian Xingzhi's decisions, he thought for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Senior, junior has a ruthless request."

"You said."

Jian Xingzhi put away the illusion, and then heard Xie Gutang embarrassed: "I saw the senior in the illusion just now and let Qin Wanwan feel the sword intent of the senior, and the junior wants to feel it too!"

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

"OK."

Jian Xingzhi spoke out indifferently, and drew his sword back. Before Xie Gutang could react, he slammed it into the rockery directly, and calmly retracted the sword: "Feel it."

With that said, Jian Xingzhi turned and left.

Qin Wanwan looked at Jian Xingzhi's back, leaned in front of the rockery, picked up a stone, and looked at Xie Gutang buried in the stone with lingering fear: "Xie Daojun, are you still alive?"

"It's okay."

Xie Gutang's voice came from under the stone: "Wanwan, please go first, I want to understand!"

"Oh." Qin Wanwan now understands the thinking of these swordsmen very well, and she put the stone back thoughtfully, "You continue, I'll go first."

She said, went back to the yard, and chased after Jane Xingzhi, who had gone far.

"Just do it!"

Qin Wanwan chased after him, she followed behind him, and happily asked: "You taught me that just now, how did you realize it before?"

"Hit."

Jane Xingzhi casually said, "How can you come out if you don't fight? Tomorrow is just an opportunity."

Jane Xingzhi reminded her: "If the opponent is strong enough, life and death are desperate, and it is easiest to understand."

Qin Wanwan nodded thoughtfully, and was about to say something when Nan Feng trotted over: "Master, Jian Dao-jun, Ning Dao-jun asked you to go to the main hall."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Nan Feng was in a hurry, Qin Wanwan hurriedly asked.

"The old man's family is here!" Nan Feng gasped.

Jian Xingyi's eyes lit up when he heard it.

Here, here, the points are finally here!