Rujing

"Is the time early again?" The disciple in the blue and white Taoist robe walked through the mountains and mist in the early morning with his sword, and looked at the dark sky in this "morning", and the whole young face was covered in thick ink with the surrounding mountains. like fog.

Beside him, a disciple who was the same age as him replied: "Isn't it? This year's sword has been delayed, so we can only get up early and wait! No, it's still late at night! Who knows if we can wait until today?" !"

The two chatted and walked, and were caught up by the disciples behind them in an instant, passed them with a whoosh, and left a sentence in the distance, "Senior brothers, why not hurry up? I heard that Uncle Wen Yi has already left! "

The expressions of the two disciples changed, they looked at each other, let out a long wail, and then chased after them.

At this time, it was time for the Chou Yin to change, and it was located on the bank of the sea in the east of the Juntian Sword Sect. On the rocks, large and small, there were already many disciples of the Sword Sect wearing blue and white Taoist robes. sleep, or sit cross-legged in meditation, or dream of teetering on the edge of the reef.

On the small rock farthest from the shore, on the shallows, sat a man.

He closed his eyes, and the mist on the sea in the morning spread over his eyebrows and eyes, making his eyelashes and hair slightly moist. Compared with the majestic sea directly in front of him, he seemed so small, but the sea was soaked in the breath of the sea. The Taoist robe, but it is as introverted and deep as this vast ocean.

The two disciples rushed to Chuchu and saw that the rock was already full of people, so they hurriedly tried to find a rock to stand on while no one was looking, but before they could move forward, they were stopped by a Taoist in green robes with a beautiful beard down.

The Taoist looked personable and elegant like a scholar, but he opened his mouth unceremoniously, "You came so late, don't you want to practice swords? Since you don't want to practice swords, what are you doing here? Use the sword on your waist for some travel expenses , go home and raise pigs! Pigs get up earlier than you!"

The two apologized again and again, "Master Wen Yi, we were wrong!" "Yes, yes, we dare not do it again!" "You can forgive us this time!" "We dare not practice sword at night again!" It's time to practice!"

Wen Yi Daojun is the peak master of Zhujian Peak. Jiang Rujing is a senior brother of the same family and different lineage. He has inherited sword casting skills from his ancestors and has superb skills. When he was an entry-level disciple, he wished to gather all the ferocity of sword cultivators in the world.Zhan Qianjie once laughed and asked him why, but he couldn't answer, he just said it was Zhu Jianfeng's tradition, and he couldn't control himself.

Zhu Jianfeng's traditional virtues - hate newcomers.

According to Wen Yi, if you can't even pass this little trial, what good sword intent can you forge?

That's right, what Zhujianfeng casts is not the sword in the hand, but the sword in the heart.

These disciples rushed here before dawn, in order to hone their sword heart and forge a good sword intent in the future.

Things started about ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the soul lamp of Jiang Rujing, a younger brother who heard about the same family and different veins, suddenly lit up again, and then the former young master of the Demon Sect, Fei Yujun, who had been dead for nearly a thousand years, was carried out with the body of a living person forging, a Jiang Rujing, whose Dao heart had completely collapsed, returned to the sect.Over the past ten years, Jin Shanfeng's peak master Ringing Bell, Mo Rulin, and the young master of the Demon Sect, as well as the brothers who used to be Jiang Rujing's peers and did not hold any important positions in the sect, have all been looking for Jiang Rujing to reshape her body. running around with materials.

It's just that the protagonist is nowhere to be seen.

On a certain day, about nine years ago, Wen Yi failed to attack the seventh floor of "Mo Xiang Jian Jue" when the sun was setting. Distraught, Yu Jian was relaxing in the Zongmen, and happened to come to Mihai, the easternmost side of the Zongmen. seaside.

There are often storms and huge waves on the shore of Mihai. When the sun sets, the night wind dances wildly, and the monsoon tide rushes towards the coast like a madman, swallowing most of the coast.

Under the blazing sunset light, amidst the monstrous waves that blinded people's eyes, Wen Yi saw sword lights one after another, breaking through the wind and waves without stopping, steady and powerful.

The man who wielded the sword, his frosty white robe was already dirty, his black hair was disheveled, his face was snow white, his five slender fingers clasped the hilt of his sword forcefully, his eyes were chaotic and empty, but there was a trace of vitality pulling him.

In the first year, he swung [-] swords every day, and it took twelve hours to complete it. After a year, he never closed his eyes for a moment.

On the first day of the second year, he finally started to rest after swinging 100 swords. Wen Yi thought he was tired and finally wanted to stop, but unexpectedly, the next day, he appeared on the rock again, and then, His swords were getting faster and faster day by day. At the end of the second year, Wen Yi counted for him from a distance, and in a whole day, he swung exactly [-] million swords!

At this time, Wen Yi had already started to ask his disciples to come over to practice swords with Jiang Rujing on the reef. They didn't do anything, just swung their swords, and put all their energy into each sword.

An elder in the sect questioned that he didn't teach his disciples any sword moves, so he wrote back two sentences: a hundred exercises make one's will, and wielding a sword builds one's spirit.

In the third year, Wen Yi and all the disciples thought that Jiang Rujing's daily sword swings would break through a million. Unexpectedly, on the first day, he sat on the rock and thought for a long time before swinging his sword limply.

That sword, even a disciple who just started, would sneer when he saw it.

Jiang Rujing swung the sword that smashed the signboard, thought for a few hours, and then swung the second sword. With too much force and the loss of strength, the long sword flew out and fell into the sea.

Wen Yi looked at the eyes of the surrounding disciples, and cursed: "What are you looking at? It will be back to normal tomorrow!"

The next day Mr. Fei Yu came back, full of travel and dust—every time he showed up in the past two years, he always looked travel and dust.

He asked Jiang Rujing: "How many swords can you make in one day?"

"Millions of swords." Jiang Rujing replied leisurely, her voice not as sharp as before.After hearing this, Wen Yi could only sigh.

Mr. Fei Yu shook his head, "From this year onwards, swing the sword once a day."

Jiang Rujing nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Mr. Feiyu didn't say anything. He glanced at him with moist blue eyes, then turned around and left with his sword in a hurry.

Jiang Rujing watched his leaving Jianguang, her light lips moved.

Then he jumped into the sea and picked up the temporary long sword "Xuan" - it was cast from the tip of Xuanji by Lord Feiyu.

This year, Jiang Rujing swung his sword once a day, causing the jaws of the people who came to watch and practice the sword to be broken.

At first, after he finished swinging the sword, he fell into thinking.

Then, after longer and longer thoughts, he swung the sword.

A year has passed, and there are very few people who have come to practice swords with him—such a weak and confused sword, such a limp sword, if you look at it any longer, your own will will be worn out first.

Mr. Fei Yu came back, and the beige cloak on his body was a little dusty. Jiang Rujing saw him and said, "I'm getting less and less able to use swords."

Fei Yu-jun stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, just like back then, he seemed to see that young man coming to him to complain about his grievances.

He smiled and said: "It's okay, from today on, you will swing your sword once every seven days."

No one came to watch and practice swords on the reef anymore. Jiang Rujing spent more and more time thinking. During the thinking that became longer and longer year by year, and during the time when the interval between swinging the sword was getting wider and wider, the ground under his feet The jagged rocks have been washed round and bright by the sea.

The reef still has its own shape, but it is more and more shiny.

In the ninth year, it was another time when the setting sun was falling. Wen Yi returned with a few disciples who had just completed the sword intent, and passed by Mihai. glanced sideways.

Just in time, he saw the young man who was like the sky and the moon raised his front slightly, and a sword light rose slowly. When the monster-like turbulent waves rushed towards him, he encountered the sword light, and the top of the wave was split in two. Go in half an inch, and immediately recede completely.

While Wen Yi was astonished as a heavenly being, the seventh layer of "Ink Fragrance Sword Art" broke through silently.

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Alas, the rattles in reality made a big mess for me, and I was devastated.

Chapter 18 will not be shown!