The girl brought Xuantian to the gate of Qingmiaofeng Hall and asked him to wait outside the door, while she walked into the hall.

Zhenren Xuan Chong was studying classics in the hall at this moment. When he saw the girl not saying hello, he rashly broke into the hall. Not only did he not show anger, but he looked surprised.

"Ling'er, how could you have time to come here? I shouldn't have seen you for nearly five years, and I've been having a comfortable life recently?"

The girl gave a great gift to Xuan Chong Zhenren and said respectfully:

"Disciple Qingling pays homage to the head."

"What happened to me this time? Are there any difficulties and need help? Even if it comes," Xuan Chong Zhenren said seriously.

The face of the famous girl Qingling turned serious and said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember the young man who was very talented and intelligent when he joined me four months ago?"

Zhenren Xuan Chong nodded slightly and said, "Are you talking about Xuantian? How could I not remember such an excellent disciple? Since he joined Yuan Hong's sect in Kuxingfeng, his achievements in talisman art were almost the same as his master in just three months. He is truly a once-in-a-century genre. It seems that the next generation of elite disciples must have a place."

Xuan Chong smiled when he stroked his beard and seemed to be extremely satisfied with the new disciple.

"It's this person. I need to discuss something with the head of the sect about him..."

Xuantian waited outside the door for a while, but the girl did not come out. When he was anxious, he raised his head but saw that the girl was already standing in front of him.

"I'll take you to see Zhuo Yan, from today on he will be your master." Qingling said lightly.

"Zhuo Yan, is Zhuo Yan, the eldest disciple of Qing generation of Qing, Qingmiaofeng?" Xuantian asked with joy.

"You know him?"

"It was him who introduced me to the Sanqing Gate."

The two of them came to the Hongdao Square of Qingmiaofeng in a moment, and saw Zhuo Yan teaching his disciples to practice swords.

Zhuo Yan was surprised when he saw Xuan Tian and Qing Ling appear at the same time. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Xuan Tian, ​​shouldn't you practice talismans at Peeking Xing Peak? Why are you here? Junior sister, why are you here again?"

Xuantian was about to speak, Qingling whispered: "Is the wing where he used to live still idle?"

Zhuo Yan nodded, and Qingling said to Xuantian: "I will explain the whole story to him. You can go back to your room to rest first." His voice was light, but it contained a stunning situation.

After Xuan Tian thanked Qingling, he turned around and went back to the room to rest.

The next morning, when Xuantian woke up, he came to Hongdao Square. He saw Zhuo Yan standing quietly in the center of Hongdao Square with a long sword on his back, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhuo Yan heard Xuantian's footsteps at this moment and said, "Your uncle had already told me about you yesterday. From today on, you will be my disciple."

"My uncle is a person with extremely high cultivation level that you call?" Xuan Tian said suspiciously.

"That's right. Go to the weapon stand to choose a sword. I want to try how you practice your basic skills." Zhuo Yan said seriously.

There will be a weapon stand on the right side of each square in Sanqing Mountain for use when practicing martial arts. Xuantian immediately selected a dull sword from the stand, tried the severity and flexibility, and then put on a stance and smiled at Zhuo Yan: "Brother Zhuo, I have chosen it, please give me advice."

Zhuo Yanqi said: "Why do you need to use a blunt sword?"

Xuan Tian laughed and said, "The sword has no eyes, I'm afraid I will hurt you accidentally."

Zhuo Yan shook his head and chuckled, "At a young age, you don't know how high the world is. You can take a move first."

Xuan Tian shouted: "That disciple is welcome."

After saying that, he led the sword and walked forward quickly, using one of the five "Xuanying Sword Techniques" in the entry-level sword technique of the Sanqingmen, "Twist and Folding", swinging the sword and stabbing Zhuo Yan's chest with all his strength. The momentum was sharp. When the sword was about to stab at three inches, it suddenly stopped and the force disappeared without a trace. However, the sword's outflow did not stop, and it turned into three rapid stabs, piercing Zhuo Yan's neck, chest, and lower abdomen. Although these three strikes were extremely fast and did not lose their strength, there was no sense of dragging and water between the moves, which was extremely clever.

Zhuo Yan was not panicked, and just turned slightly and avoided all three strikes. Seeing that the "twist and twists" had not worked, Xuantian quickly changed his move and held the sword to stab Zhuo Yan's left shoulder. Zhuo Yan leaned back slightly to avoid this strike, but unexpectedly this move was a false move. The sword tip turned and stabbed Zhuo Yan's chest. It was the second move "to distort the real with the fake". Xuantian thought that he had hit the attack, but Zhuo Yan's feet slipped back one foot, resolving the crisis in an understatement.

Xuantian did not give up the attack, and suddenly pulled forward. When Zhuo Yan was beside him, he suddenly turned his body into the air, and the sword in his hand was raised upward in an arc-shaped moon. Zhuo Yan was still slid back with his feet, and his body slowly retreated. How could Xuantian be fooled by the same technique twice? He hurriedly used ten percent of his light skills. He appeared behind Zhuo Yan in a flash. The sword made half a month to cut his back heart. It was the third "Moon in the Water". Xuantian did not use his strength when he used this move. Seeing that Zhuo Yan had no way to dodge, he withdrew his sword and smiled and said, "I'll give in."

But I heard a voice coming from behind: "Where are you looking? I'm behind you."

Xuan Tian looked forward after hearing this, and Zhuo Yanguo disappeared in an instant. Xuan Tian said disdainfully: "Brother Zhuo is too shameless to use magic to invisible."

Zhuo Yan smiled and said, "What kind of spell? It's just because I move very quickly and you can't catch it with your naked eyes. Your foundation has been very solid, so there is no need to let you practice the basics anymore. I will teach you a set of flowing water sword technique now, and I'll look forward to it."

After saying that, he waved his sword to slash towards Xuantian. Xuantian hurriedly held the sword to block it, but saw that although the sword was completed in one go, it seemed as if there were countless sword blades slashing. Xuantian suddenly felt that he had suffered hundreds of blows on the sword, and his body was unstable and slipped backwards three feet away.

"This trick is a flying style that can be avoided and defeats hundreds of attacks in one blow."

After Zhuo Yan said that, he held the sword and stabbed Xuantian with his right rib. Xuantian dodged to the left, but the sword flashed to his lower abdomen. Xuantian jumped back, the sword stabbed his left leg, Xuantian turned over in the air, and the sword stabbed his right foot. Xuantian could no longer avoid it and fell heavily to the ground.

"This move is called the leaf-falling style, which can be stopped and cannot be avoided, and the sword is irregular."

As soon as Xuantian stood firm, Zhuo Yan's sword force attacked again. Xuantian gathered all his true energy on the sword body and blocked it with all his strength. Unexpectedly, several ripples appeared on Zhuo Yan's sword edge and violently vibrated. Xuantian's block force was immediately broken and was knocked away by the remaining power of the ripples.

"This move is called the Ripples type, which can be avoided and unstoppable, and the sword is like a ripples."

Xuantian felt that he was too hasty and impatient, and he failed again and again, so he used the method of meditation among the Three Pure Mind Methods to calm his mind and gradually enter the state of selflessness. Seeing that he became serious, Zhuo Yan couldn't help but smile gently, but he did not neglect his hand and stabbed the sword again. Xuantian closed his eyes and used his intuition to identify the direction of the sword. Zhuo Yan's move actually developed an offensive from dozens of directions in succession. If Xuantian had not used intuition to distinguish it, it would be impossible to block it all.

"This is a colorful move that can only be blocked by carefully distinguishing the position. You have done it. There is still the last move left, be prepared."

After saying that, Zhuo Yan jumped back one meter and injected his true energy into the sword. Suddenly, he waved his sword in the air dozens of times, all of which were irregular movements. The sword energy broke through the air with Zhuo Yan's movements. The true energy was storming and attacked from all directions, and surrounded Xuantian like a net!

Xuantian knew that this move was difficult to resist, but he did not want to give up. In desperation, he tried to force the true energy in his body to force the sword energy to retreat. Zhuo Yan knew that Xuantian's behavior would only hurt him, so he secretly used his true energy to control the flow of the sword energy. Before Xuantian could make any dangerous moves, the sword energy had arrived and immediately sealed the large acupoints around Xuantian, but did not hurt him a little.

"You are practicing kung fu less and you can't fully control the true qi in your body. Why do you have to be so arrogant? If I didn't stop you just now, you must have been seriously injured now."

Xuantian lowered his head and said ashamed: "I know my mistake, so I will definitely not do anything in the future."

Zhuo Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The trick just now is called the random dance style, which is hard to avoid and block. The sword energy is as dense as a net. Have you recorded all these five styles of flowing water sword techniques?"

Xuan Tiandao: "Remember 70%."

Zhuo Yan said: "It's all because you are confused about breaking my tricks and don't concentrate on learning." Zhuo Yan then demonstrated the flowing water sword technique again, and this time Xuantian wrote down all his heart. Zhuo Yan told Xuantian to practice more than ten times a day before he could understand it. Xuantian kept it in mind.

Ten days later, Xuantian had fully mastered the first four styles of the Flowing Water Sword Technique. Just after practicing it again, Zhuo Yan came behind him and said, "I know you are diligent by nature, but don't practice it day and night. Go for a walk in the forest and pick some fruits and vegetables and come back."

Xuan Tian smiled and said, "I told you where these foods came from. It turned out that they were in the forest, so I'll go now."

Zhuo Yan reminded: "The terrain in the forest is very complicated, be careful not to get lost."

Xuantian nodded and said, "I will be careful."

Xuantian stepped into the forest on the hillside of Qingmiao Peak and found that there were fruit trees in it, and there were many leaves on the strange trees exactly the same as the dishes cooked in the kitchen these days. Xuantian was very happy and thought: It was not easy to get it. He immediately flew on the tree, took out the treasure "Ruyi Keyboard" given by Zhuo Yan, and put the picked fruits and vegetables into the key. The treasure was as small as an ordinary scent bag, but it could hold several tons of weight. No matter how many things were put in, its weight was still very light. Xuantian had achieved some achievements in light skills at this time, and his body was very agile. In just a few hours, Xuantian had already picked a lot of leaves and fruits, and thought to himself: These foods should be enough for Qingmiao Peak's disciples to eat for a week.

Xuan Tian knew that he had picked enough, so he jumped down from the tree, but found that he had forgotten to identify the direction because he was too excited! Xuan Tian was in the forest at this moment, with fruit trees everywhere, and he lost himself unconsciously. He couldn't find the way back. He remembered Zhuo Yan's advice before leaving and couldn't help but regret it. Xuan Tian sighed, "Are you really going to be trapped here?"

The familiar figure, like a pure white and flawless cloud on the edge of the sky, floated to Xuantian on the sword. For some reason, every time Xuantian saw her face, he would stay there like a god wandering in Taixu. The visitor was Qingling. Seeing Xuantian's dull expression, Qingling couldn't help but shake his head, and still said in an extremely cold tone: "I'll take you back."

Xuantian came back to his senses and asked in surprise: "How did Uncle Master know that I am here?" Qing Ling did not say a word, as if he had not heard him speak. Xuantian said again: "What Uncle Master has just used is the famous sword-control technique?"

Qingling finally spoke and said lightly: "That's right. When you go back, you ask Zhuo Yan for advice on sword control. When you learn, you will not get lost again in the future." Xuan Tian was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked.

Qingling said: "It's not that I taught you, why thank me?"

After Xuantian returned to Hongdao Square, he asked Zhuo Yan to pass on his sword control technique. Zhuo Yan immediately agreed and taught him all the key points of the mind and cultivation techniques. At first, Xuantian did not know how to use it, and every time he just stepped on the sword and flew up, he lost his balance and fell down. With Zhuo Yan's patient guidance, Xuantian made great progress. After three hours, Xuantian was able to fly with his sword to dozens of feet high.

Seeing that he had made rapid progress, Xuantian wanted to show off his skills and circled in the air. He accidentally broke away from control and Xuantian's body immediately fell down. Zhuo Yan ignored him and let him fall firmly to the ground. Xuantian used his true energy to protect his body. Although he fell from dozens of meters, he was not injured. He felt that his bones were sore as if they had dispersed. Zhuo Yan saw his embarrassed look and scolded: "If you dare to show off in the future, you will definitely fall even worse." Xuantian no longer dared to make any moves beyond his control, and proceeded step by step.

In this way, Xuantian practiced until evening before going back to rest. At this time, Xuantian could stay at the original height for an hour without being separated from the sword. From then on, Xuantian practiced in the square every day without slacking off.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, and Xuantian finally practiced the sword-controlling technique to great success, which can be high or low, fast or slow, and time can last for a day. Xuantian never gave up the flowing water sword technique, and at this time he had mastered all five sword moves.

Zhuo Yan couldn't help but secretly admire Xuantian's deep wisdom. He spent more than five months practicing sword control. He thought to himself: It seems that it has come to the moment what my junior sister said.

The next day, Zhuo Yan called Xuan Tian and said to him: "Now you have become the sword-controlling technique. You have learned all the kung fu I can teach you. In the next kung fu, you have to ask your uncle for advice. That kung fu is very profound and I have never learned it."

Xuan Tian was shocked and said, "Brother Zhuo has not been able to learn, so how can I be qualified to learn? And who is the uncle who is referring to?"

Zhuo Yan smiled and said, "Your qualifications are far better than me. Even if I can't learn, you may not be able to achieve it. But you asked the uncle knowingly."

Xuan Tian said suspiciously: "I really don't know, please tell me Brother Zhuo."

"Have you seen her several times? Do you still remember such a beautiful woman?" Zhuo Yan smiled slightly, his tone full of "sarcasm".
Chapter completed!