Chapter 5 The Canghai Sword Manual Reappears

Looking through the mirror, simply understood as a surveillance camera.

Can see the past.

Xia Xijin fluttered his sleeves and waved them upwards, and an oval-shaped transparent mirror appeared in front of his eyes.

Xia Siqin went over to take a look, but didn't see anyone entering her room.

Time went back to last night, and I finally saw myself coming back, sitting and drinking water, and then sleeping.

The scene of reading the sword manual last night is gone!

Xia Siqin was frightened, but didn't show any emotion.

Xia Xijin had the word "doubt" written all over his face, "Wrong time?"

Xia Siqin was clever and realized that the sword manual might only be visible to her. After all, it was a golden finger, and it was normal for others to not be able to see it.

Now I can only fool around, "That's right. Maybe I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams. I learned those two tricks in my dreams."

Is this reason convincing?

It is possible to learn martial arts in dreams.

The nightmare technique in the demon world can bring people's spiritual consciousness into the weaved dream. High-level demon cultivators can make the dream the same as the real world, making it impossible for people to distinguish.

The most powerful one can trap people in dreams for a lifetime.

When her daughter said this, it proved that a demonic cultivator was targeting her, and the Canghai Martial Arts Code might be on the demonic cultivator.

He hid his daughter so well, but someone with good intentions would eventually dig it out. It was impossible to prevent her, and he was scared just thinking about it.

Xia Siqin didn't know what Head Xia was thinking about, and thought that the reasons he gave could not convince him, so he added:

"If you really want to see it, I can draw it for you." Just draw a picture and you should be able to fool him.

Xia Xijin came back to his senses, but what he heard was not very clear, so he asked: "You drew it?"

Xia Siqin nodded. Her painting skills were pretty good and she won the first prize in a youth painting competition. Drawing a villain dancing with a sword was trivial.

Just paint when you say painting.

Xia Siqin walked to the desk and cut a stack of rice paper into A5 size.

Not used to using brushes, she went to the charcoal basin, took a piece of black charcoal, shredded it into thin pieces, and then wrapped the charcoal in paper to make a pencil.

Xia Xijin was surprised that the charcoal pencils made by her daughter were so novel!

His eyes were shining as he watched her paint.

The things drawn with charcoal have very thin lines, a level of fineness that their brushes cannot achieve.

Xia Siqin drew very quickly and finished ten pictures in a short time.

Xia Xijin picked it up for appraisal and read page after page. The more he read, the more surprised he became. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

It really is a vast sea of ​​swordsmanship!

What surprised him most was his daughter's painting ability and memory.

After five years of not seeing each other, my daughter has changed a lot!

While he was feeling emotional, Xia Siqin completed ten more pictures.

Ten pieces form one formula.

That training guide only recorded eight postures.

Xia Siqin drew them all silently and made slight modifications. Xia Xijin didn't notice it. After all, he had never seen the real Canghai sword manual.

Eighty pictures were completed in less than an hour.

Xia Xijin could no longer calm down at this moment.

He was as happy as a child who had learned to run, with endless emotion on his face and tears in his eyes.

The long-lost sword manual reappears!

Canghai Swordsmanship is only a part of Canghai Martial Arts, and it is also the most basic.

Anyone can practice it.

There are ten styles in total.

After learning the ten postures, you can open up the sea of ​​​​qi and attract spirits into your body. Ordinary people can also practice immortality, and it is faster than other cultivation methods.

In addition to swordsmanship, there are also spells and formations.

It is a martial arts training manual that is coveted by the public.

The founder of the martial arts at that time used his own martial arts scriptures to practice, and successfully ascended to immortality in two years, breaking the record. Then he disappeared, and the martial arts scriptures also disappeared.

Now that it can be reproduced, with the secret book in hand, their Fu Shen Sect will surely reach a higher level.

When Xia Xijin saw his daughter stop drawing, he thought she was tired and asked, "Is there enough rice paper? Do you need me to have some sent over?"

Xia Siqin massaged his right hand with his left hand and said wiltedly: "I'm done painting, no need."

"Did you finish the painting?"

If it only reproduces less than a third of the time, it’s gone?

It's too early to be happy!

Xia Siqin failed to understand his old father's mood and nodded heavily, "Well, I only saw so much in my dream, nothing more."

That's right, how could a demon cultivator share all such important martial arts scriptures with others.

Here comes the problem.

An unknown magic cultivator generously shared the eight styles of Canghai Sword with his daughter. Why?

Are they friends?

He set up a barrier in his daughter's retreat to prevent others from approaching, but the demon cultivator actually sneaked in?

What on earth does Mo Xiu want to do?!

A lot of non-existent problems filled Head Xia's head and made him endlessly troubled.

He doesn't show off his annoyance, and others don't know what he is upset about.

Xia Siqin looked at his dull father and felt that he was a little cute for some reason.

"If you dream of more tonight, I will draw them for you."

Hope is back.

"Well, you have a good rest and do your best in the competition. Don't let yourself get hurt." He almost said that he could just let her paddle in the water as she pleased. He had an obligation to the disciples of his sect to give them to his daughter.

Don't use all your strength to let go, but other sects can't buy it.

Xia Xijin's concern made Xia Siqin feel warm inside.

She used to be an orphan. Because she was born with a disability, she was abandoned by her parents and never tasted her father's love.

It turns out that this is what a father cares about.

Xia Siqin's nose couldn't help but feel sore. She sniffed lightly and said, "Well, I know."

Xia Xijin left with a large stack of sword manuals. These precious drawing papers had to be hidden. Once the ten styles were complete, they could be taught to his disciples.

That night, the "Canghai Cultivation Guide" fell into my dream.

Her mouth has been opened!

Tonight's content is different from last night. It seems that it will be updated automatically.

The last two forms of the sword manual are very simple, with only two pictures and a paragraph of text.

After she wrote it down, she continued to scroll back and there was a mocking sentence at the end.

"Hmph, mortals are not worthy of cultivating immortals, so get out!"

The last two words made Xia Siqin suspect that the person who wrote this guide was a modern person.

She shook her head with a smile and turned another page, only to find the next page was still ridiculing.

"I've already said that I'm not worthy of cultivating immortality, so why are you still looking at me? You're stupid and stupid!"

Hey!

She wanted to see it.

Another sentence: "I didn't expect you to be so perseverant, okay, okay, so I'll reluctantly let you take a look."

A funny guy.

The guide instantly glowed with light, and a bunch of koi fish floated out of it. They soared in the air, spinning and swaying.

One of the little koi fishes ran straight towards her.

As a conditioned reflex, she raised her hand and put it in front of her eyebrows to block it.
To be continued...