Immortals come on the moon

Between the cold mist-shrouded pool water, a figure loomed.Song Minhuan soaked in the cold spring. He didn't like to soak in the cold spring before, but now he has to soak for an hour every day. During this hour, he needs to take care of his tendons.

After persisting in this way for a month, he has basically adapted, and he must adapt if he does not adapt.When an hour was up, he got up and came out of the cold spring, and squeezed a formula. The moisture in his hair and clothes evaporated, and his body became refreshed. He casually tied his hair into a ponytail with a headband and let it hang behind him.

He returned to the stone platform where he practiced swords, and began to practice swordsmanship with a long sword in his hand.It is summer now, the sun is shining brightly in the sky, and there are cicadas singing in the mountains and forests, so he changed into thinner clothes.

After practicing for a while, my body was soaked with sweat, my forehead was wet and stuck to my cheeks, my palms were sticky, and my throat was dry.

The long sword was turned into a sword flower, and every move carried a sharp sword light, and the sword light fell to the forest and the leaves fell one after another.Song Minhuan concentrated on the sword. It took half an hour to practice a set of swordsmanship. He practiced for eight hours a day, and he could practice sixteen times.

It is not difficult to practice Feixue swordsmanship, but the difficulty is that he is still at the same stage, and it seems that he is still far away from a breakthrough.

Even though it is clear that even if he has a little talent, it is almost impossible for him to step through the seventh heaven in three years. He still does it seriously, and feels every move and trial with his heart, and gathers his spiritual consciousness to feel the sword. Law.

His spiritual consciousness can sense the surrounding environment instead of him, and feel the changes in the spiritual power of his sword when he makes moves.The branches and leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides shook slightly, the clouds were bright and floating, and there were cicadas singing on the branches, and the spiritual power of the sword body gathered into ripples in the air.

The pressure of the sword slashed out, leaving a long mark on the opposite branch, and more marks on the stone, but they could not be divided into two halves.

It's not impossible for him to split the huge boulder in half like Gongzi Lan did, but it needs to gather all the spiritual power at one point, and Gongzi Lan did it lightly.

There is too much difference between them.

The sun was high in the sky, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure. He didn't know when it came, but he was too focused when he was practicing the sword, so he didn't notice it.

Gong Zilan folded his arms and looked at him, "You have practiced for a month, what do you understand?"

After practicing the last move, his face was hot from the sun, and he shook his head when he heard the words, but he didn't feel much.

"Don't be too anxious," Gongzi Lan said, "It's hot today, Feng Yuan has cooked a pot of sour plum soup, let me ask you to come over and try it."

Song Minhuan followed Gong Zilan, and the two of them returned to the courtyard together. His face was hot, so he washed his face with cold water in the pool twice.

With cold water soaking his face, he felt a little blurry in front of his eyes, which was the aftereffect of being infected by evil spirits, and his ears also started to buzz.He stood by the pool for a while, before his eyes returned to normal.

In the yard, Feng Yuan was serving soup for them, and the three-eyed female ghost was holding a bowl to help.Mu Yin cut down several sycamore trees in the past few days and carved puppets in the yard.

The puppet carved by Mu Yin is lifelike. The first one carved out is a man wearing the costume of the Chiyue tribe. He can identify it through the costume, and it may be Mu Yin's father.

He rubbed his eyes, his eyes fell into darkness for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

"Shanshan, are your eyes uncomfortable?" Feng Yuan put down the spoon in her hand, her voice was concerned.

"It's okay," Song Minhuan said, "I couldn't see clearly just now, but it's fine now."

He was not used to it at first, but now he has adapted to it like he used to the pain in his tendons, and he is very lucky to be able to see it now, he has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

"Your eyes are seriously affected by evil spirits, and you can no longer be contaminated with evil spirits," Feng Yuan said, "You should be more careful on weekdays, and don't go to places with deep evil spirits without authorization."

"There's no evil spirit here," Young Master Lan said aside, "but sooner or later he will inevitably be infected with evil spirits, and it is estimated that he will lose his eyes in the end."

Feng Yuan served a bowl of sour plum soup for each of them, the three-eyed female ghost happily took it, Mu Yin put down the carving knife in his hand to thank, and Gong Zilan took it.

He also took a bowl. The sour plum soup was chilled. After he tasted it, the dryness in his throat was moistened, and the heat in his body seemed to be blown away.

After drinking the three bowls of sour plum soup, Song Minhuan put down the soup bowls, "Thank you Lord Fengyuan, I will continue to practice swords now, if you want any ingredients later, just send me a voice transmission, and I will go to the mountains to fetch them for you. "

After speaking, he took his sword and left.

"Hey... so urgent," Feng Yuan stood there, and found that the young man had washed the bowls by using the formula. He was really... sensible and didn't want to trouble others.

"Has he grown taller again?"

Feng Yuan: "It should be, I have eaten a lot during this time, and I have been practicing swords every day."

"His eyes," Feng Yuan paused, looked at Young Master Lan and said, "there are shark silk auctions in the East China Sea these few days, do you think of a way to get one back for him?"

"The East China Sea is so far away, it would take a month to go there, why don't you go there?" Young Master Lan lazily said, "Let him go by himself when his cultivation is improved."

Feng Yuan ignored Young Master Lan, who has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted.She packed up the sour plum soup, saw the three-eyed female ghost staring at her hand, paused with her fingertips, and gave her the rest of the sour plum soup.

"Are you planning to keep her?" Gong Zilan whistled at the three-eyed female ghost, but the three-eyed female ghost ignored him, and he said thoughtfully, "She doesn't have a name yet, why don't you Give her a name."

Feng Yuan didn't speak, watched the three-eyed female ghost drink the sour plum soup, and heard the three-eyed female ghost say, "Shanshan."

"Shanshan?" Feng Yuan asked, "You want to be called Shanshan?"

The three-eyed female ghost nodded, "You are very kind to Shanshan."

She is envious.

Gong Zilan laughed beside him, "This is his name, not yours. You can't have the same name as him."

This three-eyed female ghost is really out of her mind when she stays by Feng Yuan's side. Gong Zilan stuffed a piece of grass into her mouth, "I think it's good to call you three-eyed, so it's easy to distinguish."

The three-eyed female ghost ignored Young Master Lan, and she couldn't beat her. She was asking for trouble with the same knowledge as this person.

"Shanshan is Shanshan's name," Feng Yuan laughed, "So, how about I give you another name some other day?"

The three-eyed female ghost thought for a while, then nodded, and put the soup bowl in her hand back on the table.

Song Minhuan returned to the stone platform with his sword in hand. The shadows of trees were dangling on the ground as he walked past.He continued to practice the sword, the sun fell and sprinkled on his body, his body shape kept changing, the scabbard was placed on the stone platform, and the shadow slanted from the middle to the edge.

Sweat dripped down on the ground, and he was wearing thin clothes. At night, the mountain began to get cold. It was not until the moon was in the sky that the long sword in his hand returned to the scabbard.

After practicing the sword, he was exhausted. He sat on a boulder to rest for a while, looked at the moonlight in the sky, and went back with the sword.

Back in the side courtyard, he performed a cleansing technique, washed his changed clothes, and then began to meditate on the bed. He used to be able to sleep lazily, but now he can't sleep all night.

He was sleepy in the second half of the night and couldn't keep his eyes open. He insisted on meditating until the early morning. He slept for a while at the beginning of Yinshi, and at the middle of Yinshi, the incense in the room burned out, and he got up from the bed immediately.

It was not yet bright outside, and the temperature was very low in the morning. The camellia in his courtyard was covered with dew. It seemed that the sky was a bit cloudy today, so he took an extra coat and went out.

When he arrived on the stone platform, he was lucky to have taken an extra coat, the air was moist and much colder than the day before.He put the scabbard aside and resumed his sword practice.

The silver long sword glowed with silver light, and the young man had a light posture, practicing every move without rushing. He was extremely patient and tried his best to do his best with every step.After practicing a whole set of sword techniques, the leaves next to him were inevitably scratched by the sword energy, and the sycamore leaves fell to the ground.

There were a few more scratches on the tree, Song Minhuan touched it with his fingertips, and stared at the sword in his hand thoughtfully.

His sword practice has always followed the same law and the same speed, and he has never deviated from the direction of the sword, nor has he tried to change the interval between each move.

Just as he was thinking about it, his face felt icy cold, and a drop of rain fell on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt the cold rain.

The patter of rain fell, and the raindrops dripped down the leaves. Song Minhuan took a look at the sky, and walked into the rain curtain with his sword in hand.The rain became heavier and heavier, and his whole body was soaked by the rain, so the speed of practicing the sword slowed down.

The spiritual power and coercion are soaked in the long sword. Like many disciples, his spiritual power is pure white, and it is not obvious when it melts into the sword light.

After slowing down at such a speed, he simply let nature take its course and practiced a set of sword skills at an extremely slow speed.After practicing like this, the sycamore tree next to it was affected. This time not only the leaves fell, but also several branches were cut off.

Obviously his practice speed is slower, but the sword energy is stronger than before, why is this so?

Song Minhuan stared at the sword in his hand for a while, and practiced again at the same speed as before. This time, only a few leaves fell from the plane tree, not as good as the first one.

He practiced it several times, and there was no phenomenon that he could cut off the branches all day long.In the evening, the rain stopped, he went to the cold spring to soak for an hour, and after returning to the courtyard, he began to think about what he did in the rain.

What did he do to make the sword energy stronger without knowing it? It was raining at that time... His wrist was affected by the rain, and the sword energy would be easily deflected, so he practiced very slowly.

What was he thinking at that time?After trying for a while, he couldn't increase the speed. Once the speed increased, the sword energy would be crooked, so he chose to let nature take its course and practice according to the speed he could achieve.

Because he chose to let nature take its course?

This sounds easy, but it is actually not easy to do.He wants to get rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, deliberately letting nature take its course is not letting nature take its course.

Song Minhuan sat on the bed and meditated all night, but couldn't fall asleep that night.It was still raining outside, and he went to the window, and there was a picture he had drawn before on the table by the window.

He is too busy practicing swords on weekdays, so he has little time to do other things every day. This painting has not been finished for a month.

On the white drawing paper is a tall man standing under a pear tree, with only a simple outline drawn.He was dressed in a moonflower lotus-pattern robe, his brows were as handsome as the stars and the moon, and there was a gentle smile on his face at this moment.

Song Minhuan was persistent with the paintbrush. According to the memory in his mind, he completely outlined the outline of the man's face in the painting.

The moonlight was full, and the pear blossoms were falling one after another. The man stood under the pear tree, and he smiled softly.

A familiar voice seemed to ring in his ears, and the man called him "Shan Shan" in a warm voice.