take care of yourself

"When I was not a Taoist, I was a general of ordinary people. I have been on the battlefield and fought with crowds, so I was deeply affected by it," Feng Jian said to Yao Yao, "My eighth sword is called the Sword of the Soldier, and the sword of the mortal It must be for killing, if you want to learn from my sword, you must first know how to kill and where to point the sword to kill."

Feng Jian still had countless sect affairs to deal with, so he didn't have much time to give Ying Yao advice, so he took out the sword servant boy he had made for his apprentice before, and told him to suppress his cultivation to the Golden Core so that he could use only one If you hit him, let Shijian boy stop his activities and come to him again.

Only by hitting the dantian or the sea of ​​consciousness of the sword boy boy can he stop, and the force should not be too much or too little. It can neither only hurt the body nor shatter the entire dantian or sea of ​​consciousness. Ying Yao has practiced for a long time It took more than a month to touch the doorway, and then began to suppress the cultivation base to control the strength, and it took another three months to master these skills with ease.

Feng Jian drove some of the mundane affairs out, and handed over the rest to Fang Li and his disciples, and took Ying Yao to an inaccessible secret realm of trials left over from ancient times, and asked him to try what killing is. taste.

Ying Yao's Yuanshen left the body, and took the world-saving sword and sword spirit to join the secret realm. For a while, he was in the battlefield of the melee between the two armies, and for a while, he turned into a prey confronting people. Feng Jian sat cross-legged in front of the array controlling the secret realm and preached slowly.

His voice seemed to have the air of a golden weapon, Ying Yao had his own way, and he was still able to stay awake, compared the two ways, and slowly comprehended it, but the Jiusu Sword was extremely excited, the whole sword was extremely happy, From time to time, one or two sword cries will be issued to show peace.

The content of Feng Jian's Taoism was not much, and it didn't take too much time to explain it all. When Ying Yao became a prey and jumped out of the trap for the fifth time, he stopped talking, kept silent, and concentrated on manipulating the array.

The sword of saving common people was still not finished, and he muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you talk about it?"

When Ying Yao turned into a cheetah, it also turned into the tip of his claws. Ying Yao grabbed the wood and climbed up the tree with his claws. After a while, Jiusujian came back to his senses and hummed again: "I said I won't chop wood! "

Ying Yao has fought hundreds of times in the secret realm, and has seen monks of different shapes, and his cultivation level against opponents is getting higher and higher. It was not until he was able to count the number of swords to kill an illusionary monk who transformed himself into a god, that Feng Jian put him to death. Let it out, put away the Peiyuan pill bottle that you took when manipulating the array disk, and signal Ying Yao to also sit down and close your eyes to adjust your breath.

Ying Yao secretly counted the number of medicine bottles, and felt that only monks who had crossed the catastrophe could operate the array disk, and those who were less cultivated might have already exhausted themselves.

He followed Feng Jian's instructions and closed his eyes to adjust his breath. While recalling his experience in the secret realm, he touched the sword spirit of the World-saving Sword and returned to his body after a while, and said in a low voice: "What will the enlightenment sword become if it has killing intent?" ? Can I use my enlightened sword intent to kill people because of the so-called uneducable?"

Jisujian rested his guard on his knee, and Ying Yao touched the sword body a little softly, pretending to say calmly: "I don't know about the sword, you use me to teach people and I can teach people, you want me to kill people, I can kill people .”

Ying Yao didn't touch it anymore, he threw his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, took out his eight sword intents one by one and looked at them one by one, sat in the sea of ​​consciousness and thought for a long time, and tried to condense out a sharp and murderous sword. Sword Intent, Jiusu Sword smelled it in its body, happily flew into the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and was about to come over to have a look, when the new Sword Intent was completely shattered by the wind from it.

"Fake!" Jiu Sujian accused him angrily, "Ayao, you lied to me."

Ying Yao ignored his sword's unreasonable troubles, grabbed it in his hand and tried to condense the sword intent, holding his breath and carefully raised it to compare with his other eight sword intents.

Jiusujian began to pretend to be steady and did not talk to him again. After Ying Yao finished the comparison, he shattered the sword intent of killing, and couldn't help explaining to him: "This is a pure killing sword. There is no Dao in it, only some skills. And experience, of course it will be broken at the first touch.”

Feng Jian also said similar things to Ying Yao when he flew back to the Sword School with him, and sighed: "It's a pity that I don't have the fate to receive a gifted disciple like you to pass on my orthodoxy."

He carried Ying Yao back to Fang Li. Fang Li looked Ying Yao up and down for a while, crossed his arms and raised his chin, and asked, "Try to go to Mount Emei?"

Ying Yao went back to her mountain to look at the apprentices, took the roast meat newly researched by the food cultivators in the sect, and went out of the mountain gate again to send invitations with Fang Li.

There were no sects worth paying attention to near the Zongmen, so Yingyao didn't waste too much time on the road. Ying Yao found a Duobao Pavilion at the foot of Mount Emei to store his Yangcuo there, and flew with Fang Li to the welcoming Songxia halfway up the mountain.

Fang Li took out the letter of worship, glanced at Ying Yao, changed it into a letter of war, filled in the name of Zhuo Yuanshan with a pen, and handed the letter of war to Ying Yao, asking him to throw it into the mountain gate.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhuo Yuanshan flew down from the mountain. He was holding the book of war in his hand, but he didn't seem to have opened it to read the content. His eyes were full of surprises, and there was a smile on his face. He seemed to be full of lightness the taste of.

Ying Yao watched him fall from the sky in a hurry, as if he had too much to say, looked a little at a loss, could only tremble a little, and asked with both fear and joy: "Ayao, is he coming to see me?"

"I'll see if I can kill you," Ying Yao said, "Shall I fight?"