How to break the sword of crossing into a male god

A long, long time ago, before the Tianchen Sect was established, so long ago that He Ran was just a novice who had just entered the sect.

An unknown isolated island in the North Sea.

In March, the willows are green and the wind is blowing, and the fragrance of flowers is faintly lingering around the small bungalows in the center of the island.

The houses are all square from the outside, with green tiles and white walls, and are located in a green area, but they really have a bit of an indescribable hermit style.

The room in the middle is the largest, and there are two smaller rooms on each side.The five bungalows are slightly close together to form a semicircular yard.

In the center of the yard stood two huge pagoda trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering a large area of ​​shade.

There are three round futons placed in the front and back of the tree. On the futon in the left back sits a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with his legs crossed and his eyes slightly closed.

The young man was handsome, with long hair hanging on the ground, sword-shaped eyebrows tucked into temples and phoenix eyes, and thin lips under the tall nose bridge. He was dressed in a light blue gown that was not gorgeous, but it made him look inexplicable. Chic.

He put his palms up on his knees, and held a long flat bluestone in his hand.But it seemed as if he couldn't feel the weight of the stone at all, and even his brows were stretched out, with a calm and peaceful look.

The young man didn't know how long he had been sitting under the tree, when he saw the door of the hut on the farthest side opened, and a boy about ten years old came out, looked around the door, and finally looked at the young man. Come over here.

The child stared at the young man for a while, seeing that he didn't seem to want to open his eyes, so he followed his example and sat cross-legged on the futon next to him.

"You haven't found your sword yet, even if you practice, you won't be able to understand the direction."

As soon as the child sat down, the young man opened his mouth and said coldly.

Startled by the voice, the child hurriedly turned to look at the young man, but saw that the young man didn't even have the slightest intention to open his eyes.

Somewhat scared, he swallowed his saliva, and the child nervously called softly: "Brother?"

The young man pursed his lips and did not answer.

The child raised his hand and scratched the back of his head twice, and waited for a while. Seeing that the young man still didn't pay any attention to him, he hesitated and called again: "Senior Brother Chu Feng?"

After calling this time, Chu Feng finally opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at He Ran, who was still a child.

"When others sit quietly and adjust their breathing, don't interrupt if there is nothing important to do. If the tendons reverse and become obsessed, the price will not be affordable for you."

When Chu Feng spoke, his voice was still as cold as usual.

He Ran, as if he was used to his attitude, nodded seriously and said: "Remember, brother, then I..."

"No problem." Chu Feng shook his head and interrupted, stopping He Ran who was about to get up and leave.He said: "It's just for you to remember some common sense. Even if I'm in a state, it can't be said to be interrupted."

He Ran was taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes that were still full of bewilderment, and nodded again with half understanding.

Chu Feng glanced at him, and then sighed softly, he didn't know if he was talking to himself, or he sighed softly for He Ran: "I don't know what Master thinks, he would find someone like you The foolish boy came to be an apprentice."

The words were not loud, but enough for He Ran to hear clearly.The child scratched his head and looked away in embarrassment, not daring to continue staring at his senior brother.

Chu Feng looked him up and down for a while, then retracted his gaze, and closed his eyes again.

The breeze swayed gently, carrying a burst of fragrance of flowers and plants, raising He Ran's green ribbon, and messing up Chu Feng's long hair at the temples.

Against the wind, He Ran, who thought that Chu Feng had started to meditate and adjust his breath again, heard his senior brother's voice softly coming again——

"You are a sword cultivator, and you take the sword as your way. Without a sword, there is no way, and without a way, there is no need to practice."

The voice fell, then stopped again, and continued to ask: "Do you understand?"

He Ran was stunned again, opened his mouth slightly with his eyes wide open, as if he was recalling Chu Feng's words in his mind, after a long time, he shook his head and said: "But I don't have a sword now..."

Chu Feng didn't snap at him again this time, instead he nodded and said, "That's why Master asked you to wait for him to come back, and then go with you to travel all over the mountains and rivers to find your own way."

This time it was clear.He blinked, then looked at the stone slab in Chu Feng's hand, held back for a long time, but still couldn't help asking curiously: "Brother, is this your sword in your hand?"

This topic was really beyond He Ran's expectation, and Chu Feng, who always thought he was too poor in understanding and never looked at him once, opened his eyes immediately, and turned around to face him on his own initiative.

Without waiting for He Ran who was in shock to say something, Chu Feng first handed out the slate in his hand, presented it in front of He Ran, and said as if showing off: "This is my way. Come and feel it, this sword has spiritual."

He Ran: "..."

Although he also heard their master say "every sword has a spirit" more than once, but after listening to it, it's hard to say how much he believed it in his heart.

It was also because of this that after Chu Feng said this to him, his first reaction was nothing but embarrassment.

But the indifferent senior brother was finally willing to take the initiative to communicate with him. At this time, if he didn't agree with Chu Feng's intentions, he felt that it was very likely that the senior brother would never talk to him again in his life.

Thinking about it, He Ran was stunned for a second.Then, as if afraid that Chu Feng would blame him for this one-second error, he quickly stretched out his hand and shook it lightly on the stone slab.

then……

Except for the cold touch that the stone slab should have, he couldn't feel any of the things that Chu Feng said had spirits.

It's over.

He Ran swallowed nervously, not daring to raise his eyes to meet Chu Feng's.He stared at the stone slab for a few more seconds, and then he opened his mouth and called softly: "Senior brother..."

"You can't feel the sword spirit, can you?"

Chu Feng's voice was as cold as before, and it sounded softly in front of He Ran.

He Ran couldn't help shivering all over his body, and responded with a tongue-tied response: "I...I..."

"Needless to say, you must not have felt it."

As Chu Feng said, he retracted the protruding stone slab to his lap and hugged it again.

He Ran panicked and looked up at his cold senior brother.But he was surprised to find that Chu Feng didn't show any intention of getting angry.

Before he could say anything else, Chu Feng spoke again. He said, "How could you feel it? This is my sword spirit, my way. Only I can feel it."

He Ran: "..."

At this time, He Ran, who had just joined the teacher for less than a month, remembered an important thing——

Senior brother loves swords to the point of madness, and is seriously ill.

……

Time flies too fast, and ten years have passed without knowing when.

The child who still had a little baby fat back then has turned into a young man, but the handsome and handsome young man has been like a day for ten years, and there is no trace of the passage of time at all just on the outside.

It is still the small island, and the three futons under the locust tree.

It's just that compared to the previous awkward state of one meditating and the other watching, it's just two people meditating at the same time and adjusting their breath.

The breeze blew the branches, raising a humming sound.

He Ran slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bluestone on his legs, then turned his head to look at the slender sky sword that had been forged in Chu Feng's hand next to him, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak.

As if feeling his gaze, before he could look away, Chu Feng opened his eyes too, and turned his head to meet He Ran's eyes that he hadn't had time to look away.

"looking at what?"

Ten years of getting along day and night has always made Chu Feng's attitude towards his stupid junior brother a lot better.The voice is no longer the coldness of the past, and the gentle and gentle tone is not what He Ran dared to imagine ten years ago.

He Ran shook his head: "It's just that senior brother you said, ten years a sword, I have been looking for him for almost ten years, why can't I enter the sword furnace?"

Chu Feng looked him up and down, sighed softly, and said, "Not focused enough, not sincere enough."

"But I've already..."

He Ran was eager to explain something, but just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Chu Feng: "Can you feel the spirit in your sword?"

He Ran was taken aback, and looked down at the bluestone in his arms.

After a long time, I shook my head sadly, and replied softly: "Never."

Chu Feng seemed to have already guessed the answer, without even a hint of surprise on his face.He stretched out his hand and patted the back of He Ran's hand lightly as if to comfort him, and then said slowly: "If you can see it, it means that it must have a destiny with you. There is no destiny for a dead thing, and it must have a spirit." Yes, feel it with your heart, and once you feel it, it will naturally go into the furnace.”

He Ran raised his eyes to look at his senior brother, the sad expression on his face showed no sign of getting better, he hesitated for a while, and asked, "If I can't feel it all the time..."

"You will always feel it." Chu Feng interrupted him again before he could ask the question: "You are a sword cultivator, and the fact that Master can accept you as an apprentice proves that you can enter this path. He will not miss you."

The consolation seemed to have had some effect this time, He Ran blinked, besides the sadness before, there was finally a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, then He Ran asked again: "Brother, how do you know that your sword has a spirit? I mean, did he come to you?"

"I don't know." Chu Feng sat back with a smile, closed his eyes slightly, and continued: "I sometimes dream of a child I have never seen before. I don't know if it is him. Every time When we meet, I always forget to ask something, but every time I think about it, I am always inexplicably firm, it must be him."

He Ran: "..."

He froze for a moment, then laughed again.

Perhaps what the senior brother said is true, I am afraid that after a hundred years of hard work, he has reached the height of Chu Feng.