I cultivate immortals by drawing cards

In the beginning, when he swung his sword, Lian Yundan asked Han Wenye not to bring aura deliberately, but to use his sword to drive aura, so that the sword aura emitted was the purest.

Han Wenye tried to wave a few times, but nothing happened.

Lian Yundan didn't care, just said it was normal, let Han Wenye swing the sword for half an hour, and then went over to point out Han Wenye's sword swinging movements.

Han Wenye asked a few times repeatedly, Lian Yundan nodded, and when Lian Yundan sat back to his previous seat to start chatting with Jianling Yingrong, he heard a bang next to him, and the entire Lingchi water exploded It's coming.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Han Wenye was soaked in water from the spirit pool, and he coughed again and again.

"What's going on?" Lian Yundan hurried to Han Wenye.

"I don't know, I just swung the sword as you taught me, master, and it exploded in one stroke." Han Wenye swung it again, this time he only felt a powerful aura rushing from his arm to his fingertips, Han Wenye couldn't control it until it reached the sword body.

"Boom!" Once again, the entire spirit pool was divided into two halves.

"Enough is enough!" Lian Yundan shouted hastily.

"Master, what should I practice now?" Han Wenye asked suspiciously.

"Wait a minute, I need to see what's going on with you. The aura you've unleashed greatly exceeds your cultivation level, do you know that?" Lian Yundan finished speaking and looked at Ying Rong.

"Give him a try with a wooden sword." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said.

Lian Yundan looked at it, turned around, folded a wooden stick, and handed it to Han Wenye.

Holding the wooden stick, Han Wenye took a deep breath and swung his sword at Lingchi again.

"Swipe!" A light green sword qi slashed across the water, cutting a tree opposite the spirit pool with a whistling sound.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem with the sword, although the power of the sword has decreased after leaving it." Lian Yundan reached out to hold the wooden stick in Han Wenye's hand, and closed his eyes to feel the remaining aura in the wooden stick.

His hand holding the wooden stick stabbed forward, swiping the entire spirit pool and split it into two again, but there was no such astonishing sound.

"Master, it's amazing!" Han Wenye couldn't help but praise.

"It's nothing." Lian Yundan threw the wooden stick aside, then took Han Wenye's pulse, and tried Han Wenye's aura.

"It's not wrong, apprentice, your two spiritual roots have been modified by Tiancaidibao, which makes your aura stronger than ordinary people." Lian Yundan said with brilliance in his eyes, and said: "Maybe You can really defeat Ying Rong."

"Don't put a high hat on him anymore, Jianxiu Yiyi is not whoever is strong can win." Jianxiu Ying Rong said looking at Han Wenye.

"But he's always better than ordinary people, not to mention his two water and wood dual spiritual roots are so good." Lian Yundan looked at Han Wenye and said, "I'm afraid it would be better for this kid to be a Dharma practitioner." .”

"Faxiu?" Han Wenye hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "I prefer swordsmanship."

After Han Wen's wild words fell, Jianling Yingrong and Lianyundan's expressions became clearer, after all, they are both sword cultivators.

"Since you have this ability now, don't learn to swing a sword yet. I will teach you a trick, and I will teach you to pass the test smoothly the day after tomorrow, the disciple of the outer sect." Lian Yundan taught Han Wenye as he spoke.

It was just one trick, but Han Wenye learned it quickly enough, and when he got back to the front of the house, he swung his sword at the air, and the sound of the wind breaking made people's ears hurt.

"Okay, that's enough for you." Jianling Yingrong stopped Han Wenye.

When Han Wenye heard what Ying Rong said, he waved his sword for a while and stopped.

"Don't you want something to eat?" Sword Spirit Ying Rong said, glancing at Han Wenye.

Han Wenye nodded, cleaned up again, got a table of dishes by himself, and said, "I don't know if my master wants to use some. Speaking of which, I haven't given him anything yet."

"You are a good apprentice." Jianling Yingrong said in a somewhat awkward tone: "Your master only needs to drink, you don't need to worry about him, eat quickly, eat quickly."

After taking two bites, Han Wenye always felt that someone was staring at him.

"Senior?" Han Wenye looked at Ying Rong, the sword spirit, suspiciously.

"En." Sword Spirit Yingrong responded, but did not leave.

Han Wenye smiled and said: "Waiting for when Senior comes over, I will make a table for Senior, and let Senior taste it when the time comes."

"Okay." Jianling Yingrong answered another sentence, and watched Han Wenye clean up the food, washed the dishes, put them there and said, "You are very diligent, if you don't Cultivating Immortals, you are also a good farmer if you put it in the farmer's house."

"It's nothing. If I don't cultivate immortality, I should also go into business or take the imperial examination to become a high-ranking official." Han Wenye said after thinking for a while.

"Then we won't be able to touch it." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said looking at the sky.

After he finished speaking, the air suddenly became quiet.

"What I mean is that you will miss a lot of interesting things." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said a little flustered and bluntly: "Don't you think cultivating immortals is very interesting?"

"It's very interesting." Han Wenye said with a smile: "I still don't know why senior is cultivating immortals?"

"I want to see what the top of the sword cultivator looks like in pursuit of the way of the strongest." After Ying Rong, the sword spirit, said this sentence, the entire Ruoshui sword emitted a faint soft light.

Han Wenye instantly felt the surging and powerful sword intent spreading, but that sword intent would not make him feel oppressed or uncomfortable, and even made him want to play with it.

Yingrong, the sword spirit, sensed Han Wenye's mood, and asked with a smile, "What about you? Have you ever thought about why you are cultivating immortals?"

Han Wenye thought for a while, and said, "Ascension is too slim. I hope that when I become strong enough, I can travel around the four worlds with the people I like and live a so-called fairy life."

"Really?" After hearing Han Wenye's words, Sword Spirit Ying Rong gradually restrained his powerful sword intent, and when it was restrained to a certain extent, it spread softly, and stopped at the edge of Han Wenye.

"Senior, do you think I'm too lacking in ambition?" Han Wenye turned to look at Ying Rong, the sword spirit.

"No." Sword Spirit Yingrong looked at the sky, and said in a soft voice, "I never thought of the kind of path you mentioned."

"Senior, of course you don't have to be as worthless as I am." Han Wenye stood up with a smile, and the sword spirit Yingrong didn't answer his words. After waiting for Han Wenye to enter for a long time, Ruoshuijian floated back quietly, peacefully It landed beside Han Wenye who was practicing.

Han Wenye opened the golden cup again, and after he sat in, Tunyue jumped out as usual, but this time the sword spirit Yingrong suppressed Tunyue with his sword intent.

Tun Yue let out a low growl, and just circled around the golden cup, but didn't dare to come in. In the end, she had no other choice, so she lay down there with two paws and whimpered.

"He's going to the competition in two days. His cultivation base has improved too much. I'm afraid it will attract attention. It's better not to join in the fun." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said to Tun Yue, and then began to help Han Wenye protect the law stand up.

However, Han Wenye was a little too impatient as soon as he practiced, and the excessive spiritual energy transmission made him look ugly very quickly, and there were some signs of collapse in front of him.

"Roar!" Tunyue had been with Han Wenye for so long, and their relationship was unusual. Seeing Han Wenye's danger, he roared and rushed over.

Sword spirit Ying Rong sighed, and stretched out his hand to let Tun Yue and him become one again.

"brush!"

The aura diffused, and the whole room was once again in the sword intent and aura. Han Wenye felt the stability of the aura again. After his expression improved, he immediately began to practice greedily again.

"Boom, boom, boom." Dan Zhihan, who was far away from the Four Immortals Sect, came to find Ying Rong, who was already sitting cross-legged, with the moon wolf's tail showing.

"Go away, I'm not free!" Ying Rong snorted in a very dangerous and anxious tone.

"Chi Chi." Dan Zhihan stood outside the door and said: "Every time you cooperate with him, the power of the contract will be deepened. Be careful not to overplay and burn yourself."

Ying Rong naturally ignored him, but Dan Zhihan's words seemed to be a joke, but they were actually a warning.

Ying Rong also knew that what Dan Zhihan said was right, if he continued like this, his dependence on Han Wenye would become deeper and deeper, and when it became troublesome, it would be his own fault.

"Whoosh~" Ying Rong was distracted for a moment, when the aura from Han Wenye stabbed him viciously, as if to make him concentrate.

Ying Rong was also a little annoyed, and simply changed into the form of a moon wolf, and the aura moved back and forth casually.

In any case, Ying Rong in the moon wolf form is Ying Rong's strongest and most comfortable appearance. At this time, no matter how hard Han Wenye practices, he can't move him at all, at most, he can only shake his tail a few times.

"This can be regarded as sorting out the demon power." Ying Rong thought for a while, and started to practice with Han Wenye.

When he woke up the next morning, Han Wenye opened his eyes and found that his cultivation base had already reached the ninth level of Qi training, and he started to step into Dzogchen on the tenth level, ready to attack the foundation establishment.

"How could it be so fast?!" Han Wenye was also surprised.

"You have improved your cultivation so fast, be careful that people will suspect that you have some strange treasures, and they are eyeing you." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said in a cold voice.

"Senior, you..." Han Wenye glanced at Ying Rong, the sword spirit.

"What's wrong with me?" Jianling Yingrong said, he also found that he was different, compared to before, he was just a faint phantom, and now he could fully see his facial features, even the style of his clothes appeared.

"This... is this my robe?" Han Wenye found that the robe transformed by Ying Rong, the sword spirit, was exactly the same as his own, even knotted in the same way!

"Now is not the time to pay attention to these things, you go to Lian Yundan and ask him to help you suppress your cultivation, so as to save you trouble!" Ying Rong, the sword spirit, was already angry.

Han Wenye saw that Jianling Yingrong was angry, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he just looked at Jianling Yingrong and smiled strangely, and then walked out the door to find Lianyundan.

The author has something to say: from tomorrow onwards, about four chapters will be published every day until the 5th, challenge~~