break the way [comprehension]

Fang Ping was leading the way, and he was walking in the clouds and mist, obviously he was very familiar with this section of the road. @杂灬志灬虫@ During a few chats on the road, Du Ziteng has already found out that this senior is the son of a certain farmer from a small country in Jin. Discovering that he has spiritual roots, he was brought to the Hengxiao Sword Sect by luck. Since he was young, he was interested in the old god, who was actually an old monk's talisman to exorcise evil spirits, so he entered Feihaoyuan.

Over the years, many juniors of Feihao Academy have also been guided to the academy by him, so this journey is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar.

While talking, the narrow mountain road became steeper and steeper. I don't know if it was Du Ziteng's illusion, but the mountain wind became stronger and stronger, and the spiritual power in his body became intermittent. Gradually, even as a monk, Du Ziteng felt When the climb started getting harder and harder, the conversation was naturally interrupted.

Du Ziteng thought to himself: Could it be that there is a final test for this disciple of the Hengxiao Sword Party?

He didn't speak, just gritted his teeth and climbed up the almost vertical mountain wall, but it didn't take long before he heard Fang Ping take a long breath: "We're here."

Du Ziteng finally pushed upwards vigorously, and when his eyes crossed the ridge below him, his vision suddenly opened up.

Behind this stone ridge is a small piece of flat ground. Thousands of sword repairmen are seen wielding their long swords in unison under the clouds in the sky. It was as sharp as a sword, and it hurt Du Ziteng's cheek, but he couldn't bear to blink. This silent scene was far more shocking than any noise he had ever seen in this world.

The aftermath of these thousands of monks practicing sword at the same time made him feel the pressure of the sword energy across a ridge, making it difficult to move forward. Let's fight together against the stormy sea!However, even though some of these thousands of sword cultivators were sweating heavily, their movements remained consistent, without stagnation or wavering.

At this moment, Du Ziteng suddenly realized that the Hengxiao Sword Sect didn't seem to have a mountain gate, and it seemed that there was no need for any mountain gate with this piercing sword energy. Many monks will yearn for this place.

Then, Du Ziteng was attracted by a waterfall farther away in the valley. The waterfall poured down from the steep cliff. When he took a closer look, he found what kind of waterfall it was. It was actually dense spiritual energy pouring down violently like a waterfall!

There is a straight and thin line in the Spirit Waterfall, which is divided into two, and there are dozens of small dots on both sides, but they are too far apart, so they can't be seen clearly for a while. Du Ziteng couldn't help asking: "Brother Fang, what about yes?"

Fang Ping was also watching Du Ziteng's expression, as if he had enjoyed enough of Du Ziteng's shock, and was also surprised that Du Ziteng could discover the most important place here in the first place, and explained with a look of joy: "That is the second level of immortality. moat."

Du Ziteng turned his head in surprise: "The second level of immortality?!"

Fang Ping nodded: "Junior Brother Du, you passed the first level. My Hengxiao Sword Sect has a total of thirteen levels. Every time you pass a level, you will be one level away from mortals and one level closer to immortals." Fanchen', hence the name Xianfancha."

Du Ziteng nodded thoughtfully, it can be seen that some information in Xianyuan Town is missing or incomplete, which is still different from the real world of comprehension.Immediately, he asked hesitantly: "I saw that there seemed to be something hidden in the fairy moat?"

Fang Ping said with a solemn face: "That is the cultivator who broke through the trench. Junior brother may as well come up with me and take a closer look."

Fang Ping led the way, and did not cross the valley to disturb the sword cultivators. He just detoured to the bottom of the Spirit Waterfall along the path along the edge of the valley. A monk who went up against the Spirit Waterfall!I saw that they were struggling to climb the cliff against the rush of the violent spiritual energy. The only thing they relied on was the long sword in their hands, which could be hacked or stabbed. When retreating a short space, you can take advantage of the gap to climb up a little bit, if you are not careful--

Du Ziteng exclaimed "Ah", he watched a cultivator being washed down by the Spirit Waterfall because he was exhausted and couldn't draw his sword in time.

Du Ziteng couldn't help asking: "This..."

Although Fang Ping had admiration on his face, his expression was calm: "You will be injured, but most of the time it will be fine. It will be fine if you cultivate for a while, but this time you will be considered a failure."

Du Ziteng couldn't help but focus on one of the cultivators who were still struggling to move forward. He had seen the berserk aura before in the first level of immortality, but the spiritual violence at that time had no rules and could not be escaped. He even took advantage of the blessing of the spirit-gathering talisman to pass such a difficult time. Now seeing the waterfall-like spiritual violence and those monks who never gave up their single-mindedness, he suddenly realized that his breakthrough seemed too lucky.

Fang Ping also sighed a lot in his voice: "The pain of the spiritual violence is unimaginable if you don't experience it. I have heard my colleagues say that the higher you go, the faster the spiritual violence, and the more you climb, it will double. Difficult, the consumption of spiritual energy is even greater, and it is easier to be washed to the end at the last moment. Many seniors have failed to reach the top in their entire lives. Even the most talented people in my outer sect have to go through dozens of failures if they want to break through this ditch It took decades, but there have always been many brothers and sisters who are not afraid of hardships and strive hard. Once they successfully climb to the top, it means that the 'Jian Yuan' has succeeded in cultivation and has truly stepped into the way of swordsmanship. Therefore, there is a "Ten Years of Grinding" in the door. According to the theory of "sword", this moat is also called "Sword Sharpening Cliff".

Du Ziteng murmured, "Ten years of sharpening a sword..."

For decades in the waterfall of spirit violence, one day, one failure after another, one struggle after another, such persistence until reaching the top, is the only way to sharpen a sword from the outer sect of the Hengxiao Sword Sect... such a Hengxiao Sword How can Pai not be the leader in the world of comprehension?

Fang Ping said again: "Junior Brother, take a closer look at that place."

Du Ziteng looked intently, and there was a straight thin line in the middle of the Spirit Waterfall from a distance. Looking closely at this moment, it turned out to be a continuous upward notch, composed of densely packed countless sword marks!The sword seal was a bit messy at the beginning, but gradually it condensed into a terrifying power. Even the Spirit Waterfall seemed to be afraid of the aura emanating from the sword seal, and even avoided it. Center split fine line.

Even at a distance, Du Ziteng could clearly feel the lingering sword intent piercing his soul in the cold silence, the more he concentrated on trying to dispel the terrifying sword intent, the more it lingered in his mind : In the endless silence, there is actually the dark force of endless destruction and rebirth, the more you drive away, the more it lasts, and Du Ziteng finally couldn't help but retreated a few steps, and he barely stopped when he was dizzy.

Fang Ping was surprised and hurried up to support Du Ziteng: "Junior brother, are you alright?"

Du Ziteng calmed down at this moment, and then quickly glanced at those terrifying sword marks with lingering fear. The traces seemed to be old and not new, but they were still overbearing. Looking at it from a distance, it almost shocked my heart.

At this moment, a monk in green shirt descended in front of them and asked loudly, "Who are you waiting for? Those who are not breaking through the trenches are not allowed to stay here for no reason!"

As soon as Fang Ping saw the other party's attire, he immediately saluted and said, "Brother, are you a cultivator guarding the trench today? This is my junior brother, who has just started, so I brought him here to worship the holy site of the master's sect. Please forgive me, brother."

The expression of the monk in green shirt suddenly softened: "So that's how it is..." Then he saw that Du Ziteng's breath was unsteady, obviously injured by the sword intent, and when he saw the famous sword mark on the immortal moat behind him, he said in surprise: "Isn't it because of my brother?" Injured by the remaining sword intent on the cliff?"

Fang Ping was really puzzled: "...I don't know either, it's just that it happened suddenly when I just led my junior to look at the sword trace of the true chief."

The green-shirted monk nodded in approval and said: "Third level of Qi training can sense the sword intent of the chief of the true biography, this junior must be very talented in the way of swords."

Du Ziteng looked puzzled: "The sword intent of the true biography chief?" And what Xiao Chen?Wherever you go, there is him!

The green-clothed cultivator smiled "haha", and pointed back at the terrifying sword mark that divided the Spirit Waterfall: "This imprint was left by the chief senior brother when he broke into the outer gate, and only senior senior brother Xiao was so shocked." Only those who are extremely talented can comprehend such a domineering and unparalleled sword intent when they were in the outer sect. After so many years, it is difficult to recover. You are probably considered talented in the way of swords, junior brother. You can also go through this fairy moat and enter the Jiange to have a look."

"Jiange?" Du Ziteng asked.

Fang Ping also listened intently, obviously this kind of news is not something that disciples would easily reveal in their chats.

The monk in green shirt looks forward to it solemnly: "That's right, it's the sword pavilion of the Holy Land that I sent. Those who break through this trench will make swords at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and the sword pavilion is full of sharp weapons. , at the worst, you can also be washed by the peerless sword energy, understand the way of the sword, make the sword essence more refined, and get twice the result with half the effort in practice."

Du Ziteng's eyes lit up: "I'm afraid that such a peerless soldier is worth... er, is it rare?"

The green-shirted monk felt a little weird, but he still nodded and said: "That's natural. There are no ordinary soldiers in the sword pavilion, or the swords left by the famous seniors. The swords naturally retain the spirit of the ancestors' swordsmanship, or the swords. There are traces of unique swordsmanship in it, even if you don't recognize the master, you can use it to reflect your own swordsmanship, which is of great benefit."

Du Ziteng looked up at the Haohaoling Waterfall in front of him, and what he saw was no longer the violent aura flying down, but a magic weapon with thousands of auspicious auras. , Even if money is tight, it’s good to exchange some spirit stones [Hey!

This Hengxiao Sword Sect is really a good place!So far, at least two items of wealth and land have satisfied Du Xiaoye very much.

Thinking of those legendary magic soldiers, and looking at the majestic Spirit Waterfall and the figures struggling forward in the trench, Young Master Du burst out with pride, and immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "I must break through this second Chongxianfancha! It's such a happy decision!"

Fang Ping's expression was very complicated when he heard it.

Cultivator in green shirt is used to all kinds of sword cultivators, and among them there are few who are more arrogant than Young Master Du. Therefore, instead of making fun of Du Ziteng for his ignorance, he just smiled "haha" and said, "You are young and your cultivation level is low, but it is true that you are so arrogant. If you have ambitions, then I will wait for the day you break through. I don’t know which courtyard you are disciples from?”

During this pleasant conversation, Fang Ping suddenly looked embarrassed and hesitant when he heard the words, and did not answer.

Du Ziteng was in high spirits, and the cultivator in green shirt was full of love and affection in his words just now, he replied without hesitation: "I am Du Ziteng from Feihaoyuan, don't forget me when the time comes!"

Unexpectedly, the monk in the green shirt suddenly had a strange expression: "Feihaoyuan?!"

Du Ziteng nodded proudly.

The cultivator in green shirt changed his expression, and put on an indifferent face: "Forget it, since you have seen it, leave now!" Then he laughed and said: "Feihaoyuan?! Ha, you don't You don’t have to disturb other fellow students, you don’t have to go to other places to watch the excitement, you don’t have to come and amuse me, if you don’t leave, I will follow the rules of the sect!”

Du Ziteng couldn't help being dissatisfied and said: "We don't have to break into the sky in Feihaoyuan? What does this mean?"

The monk in the green shirt laughed: "Those who have great ideals and perseverance in their cultivation are willing to endure the hardships of breaking through the trenches, Feihaoyuan? Haha!" Then he looked Du Ziteng up and down: "I think you are a new monk You also have some talent in the way of swordsmanship, so you might as well listen to my advice and change your school as soon as possible, otherwise you will regret it!"

After saying that, the cultivator had already sacrificed the flying sword, making it clear that if they didn't leave, they would behave according to the rules of the sect. Fang Ping also looked embarrassed and quickly pulled Du Ziteng away.

Du Ziteng had doubts in his mind, but when he turned around the second level of the mountain, there were new scenery along the way that made him forget to ask.

This Hengxiao Sword Sect is really weird, probably because the Yunheng Peak where the sect is located is a steep mountain with no flat ground to settle on, and the disciple's courtyard actually carved a hole in the cliff. When he saw the stone house, his first impression was that it was rough, but when he saw the dense sword marks on the stone house, he couldn't help asking in amazement: "Could it be that these courtyards were also chiseled out with swords by fellow disciples?"

Fang Ping nodded: "Exactly, on Yunheng Peak, sword practice is everywhere, so naturally we have to develop this residence by ourselves."

Du Ziteng felt too much shock in his heart today. Looking back now, he was really a frog in the bottom of a well in Xianyuan Town, but at this moment when he really saw the vastness of the world, Young Master Du not only never lamented his insignificance, but inexplicably raised a kind of pride: "Senior Brother Fang, where is our Feihaoyuan? Quickly lead me to see it for a while, I will settle down and prepare for the challenge~(≧▽≦)/~"

Fang Ping was a little speechless and inexplicably embarrassed, but he still pointed to the edge of the stone house: "Hey, that's Feihaoyuan."

Du Ziteng followed Fang Ping's expectations, and his expression changed from ~(≧▽≦)/quickly~ to (⊙o⊙): "Where?!"

Fang Fang nodded with a red face.

Du Ziteng: ...

Originally, he thought the stone houses were simple, but after looking at the houses in Feihao Courtyard, he just thought: There are thousands of stone houses in Ande, which shelters the poor and poor people in the world, and all the faces are full of tears!

Looking at the crooked huts hanging crookedly on the cliff, Du Ziteng really couldn't calm down. When he followed Fang Ping down the fluffy rope ladder tremblingly, Du Ziteng looked down, and it really was a sea of ​​clouds and white mist ——I don’t know if the whole body will be left after the fall... Xiaoye Du is tired and doesn’t like it, which school of the goddamn still wants to climb rocks on the cliffs when he returns to his house!which!

Thinking of this, Du Ziteng panted and shouted down, "Senior Brother Fang!"

Fang Ping's climbing hands and feet stopped: "What?"

Du Ziteng raised his head and roared loudly: "If you fall and get hurt, will it be considered a public injury and there will be a spirit stone subsidy?"

Fang Ping almost fell headlong.

When he finally arrived at the dilapidated house that might fall apart in the mountain wind at any time, Fang Ping reluctantly explained: "Cultivation for a monk lies in diligent cultivation of the mind, and you don't want to worry about external things. "

Before Du Ziteng had time to say anything, there was a crisp crashing sound from the thatched cottage, and then someone shouted loudly: "Open!!!"

"Haha, Manyuanchun! Ten spirit stones, I'll give them up to my junior brother!"

"Oh, what a bad day today!"

"Tsk tsk, your kid is really lucky."

Du Ziteng looked at Fang Ping: ... This is the legendary monk who cultivated his mind?