Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"That's out of your control."

Murong Yunhai stroked his beard, his eyes were full of smiles.

Unexpectedly, this child is still worried about the pond until now, and he is not overjoyed because he has realized the sword intent. It seems that he has a good heart, and he is indeed the person I fancy.

"Now that you have comprehended the meaning of the sword, you should practice the sword well in the future."

Hearing Murong Yunhai's encouragement, Wei Zian smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

"Sword Dao monks have been the most lethal since ancient times, and there are many suspense. If you realize the sword intent today, it is all the beginning of the Sword Dao in the true sense."

Murong Yunhai popularized science: "If you have the opportunity, you must learn more sword moves. For a swordsman, moves are just like spiritual energy. This is the way of swordsman's cultivation."

"Of course, there is another way to practice, that is to abandon all kinds of moves and practice a sword directly."

"A sword?"

Wei Zi'an was puzzled, "If that's the case, wouldn't he surrender without a fight in terms of moves?"

"Is not likely to."

Murong Yunhai shook his head, and walked towards the other side, while Wei Zian followed behind, and the two walked together.

"This kind of kendo can be said to be the purest kendo, and it can change ever-changingly. I broke it with a single sword, and it can be said to be very romantic."

"so smart?"

Wei Zian couldn't help but think of the genius sword cultivator in the novels of his previous life, who broke all spells with one sword.

"Yes." Murong Yunhai nodded, "However, this kind of sword also has a disadvantage. It has extremely high requirements for monks. They must have the heart of a child, and they must be brave and resolute."

The corner of Wei Zi'an's mouth twitched, feeling that what Murong Yunhai said was a bit outrageous, people have always practiced swords, how could a sword choose people?
"You do not believe?"

Murong Yunhai snorted, "Boy, you are still too young."

"Besides, this kind of sword is still the sword with the most lethal power among all sword cultivators, but when you really use your sword, it means that you have exposed all the weaknesses of your whole body to the enemy's hands. You only have to This sword."

"When the sword comes out, both of them must die."

Wei Zian frowned slightly, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"However, there are very few people in the world who practice this way." Murong Yunhai sighed, "So far, it can be said that there is only one person who has cultivated this way. Do you know who it is?"

"Bai Yi?"

Wei Zian thought for a while, and finally remembered why he was so familiar with this sword. Isn't this the way of senior brother Bai's swordsmanship?
If you don't move the sword, it's enough, and once you use the sword, it is a thunderous method.

"you recognize?"

Murong Yunhai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, he saved my life."

Wei Zi'an explained truthfully.

"You are so lucky..." Murong Yunhai shook his head, not knowing whether to say good luck or bad luck.

"Have you seen his sword?"

"I have seen."

Wei Zian recalled the long scene that day, the last scene the bewildered young man saw, the torrential sword light seemed to cut a line between the sky and the earth.

"Quick and strong."

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that these two words were the only words that could be used to describe Bai Yi's sword.

"It's not just a joke to break ten thousand spells with one sword."

Murong Yunhai smiled, and continued: "Similarly, it is also extremely terrifying to use sword moves on people who are unpredictable. I am very honored. I have seen two such swordsmen at the same time in this generation."

"you……"

Before Murong Yunhai finished speaking, Wei Zi'an clapped his hands fiercely and said, "Uncle is talking about Senior Brother Yan Song? I've seen it before. He gave me this sword."

"..."

Murong Yunhai was at a loss for words for a moment, took a deep look at Wei Zian, and sighed: "Your luck is really good, I am a little envious of you."

"hey-hey."

Wei Zian scratched his head in embarrassment.

After comprehending the sword intent, he should be a little closer to the footsteps of these two senior brothers.

"Practicing swordsmanship is difficult. It is very important to choose your own path."

After Murong Yunhai put his hands behind his hands, he suddenly stopped.

"Zian, have you decided which path to choose?"

road?
Wei Zi'an was a little silent.

From a long-term perspective, it may be better to choose the path of breaking all laws with one sword.

However, the current situation seems to allow him to make more choices.

I don't know if there is a quick way?
Wei Zi thought about it, and hurriedly asked this question.

"No."

After hearing this, Murong Yunhai shook his head and said: "In the journey of cultivation, one should not always think of taking shortcuts. Steady and steady is the right path."

"I see, uncle."

Wei Zian nodded, feeling a little disappointed.

Could it be that one can only choose one of the two paths of sword cultivation?
But neither path seems to be very suitable for me.

Wei Zi'an sighed, and inadvertently tightly grasped the Jinghong Sword in his hand.

At this moment, a stream of heat burst out from Jinghong Sword, followed by trembling.

Hearing the voice, Murong Yunhai narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his head to look over. Seeing this, he froze in place in shock.

The sword in his hand seemed to be moving by itself?

Reminiscent of the scene where the Jinghong Sword suddenly flew out in the hall, Murong Yunhai couldn't help but click his tongue secretly.

It seems that this kid's luck is really good, not only comprehending the sword intent, but also his own saber is showing signs of needing to warm up his spirituality.

If Riwei Zian Neng had a flying sword, coupled with such a domineering sword intent...

Gee.

Murong Yunhai sighed, it was so terrifying.

On the other side, Wei Zian stared at the Jinghong Sword in his hand in a daze.

What does Jinghong seem to be expressing?
Wei Zi'an frowned slightly, released his whole body's spiritual consciousness and gathered it on the Jinghong Sword, and felt it carefully.

The long sword in his hand was buzzing, as if he was saying some unreal words.

Wei Zi'an listened for a while, and suddenly felt that his finger was cut and the blood was sucked clean by the long sword. At the same time, Wei Zi'an felt as if he heard something.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the sound of crying that broke the throat.

He seemed to see the boy crying in the single clothes in the cold winter with heavy snowfall.

Shouting "My fate is up to me", unfortunately, at that time, it looked like a dream.

Now that?
Wei Zi'an's hand slipped slightly, he gripped the blade tightly, and let it cut his palm.

Blood was flowing, but Wei Zi'an's eyes became more determined.

After drinking ice for ten years, it is hard to cool the blood.

Now that I remembered what I said at the beginning, why not try my best?
"I made a decision."

Wei Zi'an said slowly.

"Have you decided which path to choose?"

Murong Yunhai said with a little expectation, "Is it just a sword that breaks through all spells with one force, or a phantom sword with infinite changes?"

"Have you chosen?"

"I've chosen."

Wei Zi'an smiled and said, "I want to choose, and I don't choose."

"Since these two paths have already been taken to the extreme, why don't I find a new path?"

Murong Yunhai was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, I'll just watch you when I'm young!"