The brother I picked up is enchanted

"senior......"

Not only did the other party appear in this sealed place, but he didn't look like he just came in, and he was taken away from the original space in an instant. His strength must not be bad, and he can be regarded as a senior no matter what.

More importantly, he didn't feel any malice or evil thoughts from the conversation just now.

Meng Lingrong spoke after some deliberation: "When I passed by here, I was dragged into this strange space by senior. It's impossible not to be unaware...Please ask senior Haihan."

The old man behind him snorted softly: "Hmph, you are quite polite, you know how to respect me as an old man, it seems that this stone wall has seen the right person."

After the other party's voice fell, Meng Lingrong found that her body could move freely again.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Sit down with me and have a cup of tea."

Meng Lingrong came back to her senses, turned around and looked, there was no figure on the empty stone platform.There is only a stone table and two stone benches in front of you, on which there is a quaint saucer with a teapot and exquisite teacups.

He glanced suspiciously, but didn't make a sound.

"Don't look for it, you can't see mine." The old man's voice came from the stone bench on the left, "It doesn't matter if you can't see it, it's useless anyway."

Meng Lingrong stared in that direction, and suddenly a light blue light flashed through his eyes, the originally dark and cold eyes like obsidian turned into a light blue, and two white lights could be seen faintly like swimming Fish generally flicker in it.

In front of his eyes gradually appeared the appearance of a white-haired old man in a navy blue robe, with disheveled hair and a lazily sitting on the stone bench.

The other party glanced at Meng Lingrong, suddenly widened his eyes and let out a sigh, and involuntarily corrected his sitting posture, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Can you see me?"

Meng Lingrong blinked, the light in her eyes dissipated, and she returned to the previous appearance.Seeing the old man looking at him expectantly, he saw that he had nothing to hide, so he nodded directly.

The old man laughed a few times, and after a while he calmed down and looked at Meng Lingrong, his eyes sparkled as if he saw a room full of gold, silver and jewels.

"It seems that Shibi did not choose the wrong person. If it is you, there must be no problem." The old man said to himself, "You must not know the identity of the old man. Have you ever heard of the real person Fenyu?"

Meng Lingrong shook her head upon hearing this.

The old man's complexion collapsed, he sighed, and said sadly: "After so long, no one in the current cultivation world remembers the old man."

Seeing that the other party was so sad and sincere, Meng Lingrong comforted her: "The current six-level cultivation world has been thousands of years since the war between the two clans thousands of years ago, and after the war, the cultivation world is full of holes. There is no one out of ten in the ancient civilization of comprehension, real people don't have to worry too much..."

The old man was comforted by him, and the melancholy expression on his face dissipated a lot.

He said: "Do you know why you can see the old man?"

Meng Lingrong frowned and said nothing.

"The old man is just a touch of consciousness in the stone wall that has not dissipated. This is the space created by this consciousness. You can see this old man clearly, which means that your perception of spiritual power is far superior to others."

"If that's the case, you are likely to comprehend the swordsmanship in this stone wall." The old man sighed. Over the years, many people have come here by mistake, but there is no way to find out the mystery in the stone wall.

Seeing that Meng Lingrong didn't speak, he frowned and said, "Are you not moved at all?"

Meng Lingrong shook her head and said: "This junior naturally admires senior's unique knowledge very much, but if senior still has important matters to attend to, I'm afraid I will fail senior's love."

The old man glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Is there anything more important than learning one's own skills? Are you afraid that the little scorpion outside will run away?"

Seeing what the other party said, Meng Lingrong nodded.At this time, there are still a large number of human monks in the sealed land. If the black scorpion is released and the other party recovers after being injured, it will be a big threat to him and others.

"If that's the case, you don't have to worry." The old man said, "This black scorpion has been injured and has already gone back to its old lair for seclusion. It won't come out for three months."

The old man stroked his beard, snorted and said, "It's rare that a good seedling came here, even if you don't agree to the old man, I won't let you go... If you can learn this sword technique, you don't have to be scared to go out." That scorpion."

Meng Lingrong was silent for a moment, the old man saw that he was tempted, and hurriedly said: "Stand in front of that stone wall, try to see clearly the trajectory of the three swords."

Seeing the man in white in front of him walking towards the stone wall, he nodded in satisfaction.

The three sword marks on the stone wall were long and short, and the remnants of the sword spirit seemed to come alive. When Meng Lingrong approached, he could hear the sound of the sword drawn out of its sheath and the metal and stone intersecting.

His dark eyes like deep springs began to lighten, looking at the sword marks, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see how those sword marks were cut up. Logically speaking, the marks of the sword marks were actually It is related to the state of his sword and the direction of the sword... But he can't feel anything, as if the sword marks appeared on the stone wall out of thin air.

Meng Lingrong's expression also became solemn. From drawing the sword to when the sword light hit the stone wall, the process in between seemed to disappear out of thin air. If this could really be achieved, wouldn't every sword be hard to guard against.

Seeing the monk in white standing in front of the stone wall and slowly drawing out his sword, the old man who was still sitting on the stone bench nodded approvingly.

Since you want to comprehend the sword intent, you can't just rely on seeing it, you have to use your own sword intent to collide, verify, and be able to resonate with it.

Meng Lingrong's hand rested on the sword, and as he stroked it inch by inch, the sword emitted a light-colored blue light, as if it had been washed by something, and soon disappeared, replaced by the condensed light on the sword. An increasingly terrifying atmosphere.

He saw a lot of white air flowing around him, like countless sword traces. Meng Lingrong raised his sword and tried it one after another, slashing at the stone wall with one sword. The light of the sword seemed to be absorbed by the stone wall. No marks were left on the smooth surface of the stone wall.

Seeing this situation, Meng Lingrong finally affirmed her guess.This stone wall space exists only for Wu Jian, and it is likely that it is just a restoration of the past, so he can't leave any trace of himself in this space at all.

The movement of the spirit sword in his hand became more and more rapid, and within a short while, hundreds of cuts were made on the stone wall. According to the trajectory of the air flow, each sword was slashed one by one, and each sword almost left an afterimage.

The old man watched from the side and sighed: "This sword technique is finally expected to be passed down."

He knew from the past that this place is just a channel, and the channel is unstable. Sooner or later, everything here will turn into nothingness, and his premonition has been particularly strong recently...

He looked at Meng Lingrong, and suddenly his pupils shrank and landed on the brocade bag on the other's chest. He could tell at a glance that it was a soul orb...but why did it have a familiar aura inside.

More than two months had passed in the blink of an eye, and Meng Lingrong's process of enlightening the sword could not be disturbed by foreign objects, so the old man in the navy blue gown did not bother Meng Lingrong at this time.

All of a sudden, the air in this area of ​​the world gathered towards the white-clothed monk in the center of the stone platform. Seeing this, the old man knew that the other party had succeeded in enlightening the sword.

When the airflow reached a critical point, it instantly pulled into a line and shot outwards with Meng Lingrong as the center, without even seeing a shadow. After a while, a faint explosion sound was heard in the distance.

Meng Lingrong raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and swung the sword extremely fast. At the same time as he swung the sword, a deep white sword mark appeared on the stone wall, and the original three sword marks had disappeared. trace.

He froze for a moment, and before he could ask the old man who had been waiting at the side, he spoke first.

"Don't be surprised, this stone wall itself is the material of Enlightenment Sword. Since you have already realized it, there is no need for it to exist here."

Meng Lingrong glanced at the old man, clasped her fists together and bowed softly: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"It's not me you should be thanking." The old man said, "This old man was also entrusted by others, and I have no chance to glimpse the sword skills in it, so I can only wait here for those who are destined."

Hearing what the other party said, Meng Lingrong's heart moved: "In the process of realizing the sword, I found that... this sword technique is very different from the kendo method that human monks used to respect. Why?"

"Probably because the master of this sword technique is not a human race." The old man suddenly smiled, "The one who created this sword technique is the sword itself, but it has a sword spirit far superior to ordinary people. , and was even given a name from heaven and earth at birth—Xuan."

Meng Lingrong was stunned for a moment, and he whispered: "Then senior is the master of this sword?"

"The old man used to be the one who took care of this sword, and he is not qualified to be the master of this sword." The old man shook his head.

"Then how is this sword spirit doing now?" Meng Lingrong felt a concern that she didn't realize.

"During the chaos thousands of years ago, the sword was folded here, and the sword spirit must have dissipated..." The old man sighed, and he suddenly looked at the soul orb on Meng Lingrong's chest, "But I just You can feel the breath of the sword spirit here, how did you get this soul orb."

"It belongs to an old friend..." Meng Lingrong said in a low voice.

Meng Lingrong saw the old man opened his mouth. Before he had time to hear what the other person said, the surrounding scene began to reverse rapidly. When his eyes became clear again, he had already returned to the outside world. The ancient stone wall that I saw before was gone, replaced by a broken sword stuck in the ground.

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