"The sword walks southwest, and the heart is calm and natural, and you will leap into the air, and the man and sword are united!"

"The sword should be stable, move like a wind, and quiet like pine and cypress, and the sword should go in a different direction!"

"The energy moves with the heart, and the heart is the sword. The sword is you, and you are the sword!"

The night is dark, and the breeze blows gently. Occasionally, a few leaves fall, and a few shallow sounds will be made. In the courtyard, the sound of an old man slowly sounds, neither slow nor slow, but low but powerful. Every word is like a thundering sound, like thunder.

"The sword is the king of all soldiers and the domineering one. He stands quietly with his sword, like a pine, like a rock, and is still as motionless as a mountain. The sword's edge is away from the sheath, accompanied by wind and thunder, and the instrument moves in all directions."

"The sword is the great way, and you need to be tightly simulating, slowly simulating, and deeply simulating. You should not be anxious or panic. You need to walk one step at a time and understand it carefully. Haste will not be achieved."

At one o'clock in the morning, in the courtyard and under the tree, Xiaoyao Zhenren was wearing a gray robe and gently stroked his beard. On the other side, Zhao Xiaohan held the sword with one hand and stood proudly. At this time, it was the seventh day after he became a disciple. During these seven days, every day, at five o'clock in the morning, he would chant scriptures with Xiaoyao Zhenren, and in the afternoon, he would go to the hospital to visit Sun Ruoxi, and in the evening, he practiced swords with Xiaoyao Zhenren at Sun's family.

The sword is a soft sword, which was given to him by Zhenren Xiaoyao. Many years ago, this sword followed Zhenren Xiaoyao throughout the world and became famous throughout the world.

Its name is Shuihan.

The wind is slight and the Yishuihan. This sword is derived from the word "Shuihan" in this sentence. According to legend, it was written by Master Xu for Gao Jianli. He was named Shuihan to commemorate Jing Ke who stabbed the King of Qin with a sword. As the name is, although the sword is a soft sword, it will give people a cold chill.

A few days ago, Master Xiaoyao presented the Shuihan Sword to Zhao Xiaohan as a gift he gave to Zhao Xiaohan. When Zhao Xiaohan had just held this sharp sword, his heart was clear. At that moment, there seemed to be an illusion of unity of human and sword. At the same time, he also had a vague idea in his mind that this sword was tailor-made for him.

"You have made obvious progress these days. If you can persevere, you will definitely achieve something in the future." When Zhao Xiaohan put down the sword in his hand, Xiaoyao spoke softly. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be very satisfied with Zhao Xiaohan's performance.

Of course, he still appreciates Zhao Xiaohan's understanding. Generally speaking, once a man is over twenty years old, his bone fractures will close, and the coordination and resilience of various parts of his body will be much worse than those of young people. Whether it is practicing martial arts or innate spirituality, it will be much worse.

Therefore, when many sects accept disciples, they will try their best to choose young children. As for those who are over 20 years old, if they are not particularly talented, almost no one will consider it. Twenty years old is a hurdle for some martial arts practitioners. If you can overcome it, you will be mediocre.

"The master taught well." Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. These days, when he really practiced swordsmanship with Xiaoyao, he understood why in the era of hot weapons, there are still people who choose to use cold weapons as their weapons.

Sometimes, cold weapons may not be much worse than guns and ammunition. It just depends on whoever is the cold weapon, such as Han Fei's golden dagger, and Zhao Xiaohan's soft sword.

"I thought your age was over the best time to learn swords, but I didn't expect that you would make up for the age gap with your talent. If you could be with me ten years ago, your achievements would have been greater than now. But it doesn't matter. If you can persevere and memorize this sword technique in your heart, in time, looking at Yanjing, there are only a few people who can become your opponent."

This sentence not only represents Xiaoyao's appreciation of Zhao Xiaohan's talent, but also represents Xiaoyao's aura that looks down on the world. Looking at China, how many people dare to say such domineering words?

Those who dare to say these words are conceited and confident. Obviously, the latter is the latter. The longer Zhao Xiaohan contacts Xiaoyao, the more he feels a deep horror. It is an existence that only requires one move to make Zhao Xiaohan easily defeated. In the past, he didn't believe it, but now, he believes it.

There is really an existence in this world that is more terrifying than superpowers. That is ancient martial arts. The martial arts and moves passed down for thousands of years in China can make people understand its essence easily? Many people don’t understand it, so they think that China has declined. Today, China is filled with various taekwondo, judo, Sanda, and Western boxing. Many people have forgotten that many years ago, there was something called martial arts in China.

There was a generation of master Huo Yuanjia, and later Chen Zhen became famous all over the world. However, more and more people only wanted to achieve quick results and forgot the essence of martial arts.

Haste means failure. How can a person who is impatient achieve something?

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Three days later, at 5 o'clock in the morning, when Zhao Xiaohan came downstairs again as usual and was about to continue chanting scriptures with Xiaoyao Zhenren, he unexpectedly did not see Xiaoyao Zhenren. When he looked around and did not find Xiaoyao Zhenren, he sat alone under a tree in front of the door and chanted scriptures and calmed down.

An hour later, just when Zhao Xiaohan had just finished reciting the Heart Sutra of "Prajna Paramita", he suddenly heard a noise coming from afar. Then, when he opened his eyes and looked outside the door, he suddenly found the figure of Xiaoyao Zhenren. Then, he saw the figures of Mr. Sun, Sun Xiangtian, and several servants. It seemed that each of them had a faint sense of helplessness.

Early in the morning, a few people came back from outside, with such expressions again. Could it be that something happened to the Sun family? It is impossible. With Xiaoyao and Sun Lao, what else could happen? But looking at the expressions of the several people, it was obvious that something happened to the Sun family again.

"Old Sun, Master, where have you guys been?" Seeing the figures of them, Zhao Xiaohan stood up and walked towards them. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan appear, Old Sun shook his head gently, opened his mouth, and sighed softly, "We have just returned from the hospital."

This sentence seemed to have used all the strength of Mr. Sun. His brows were even more frowned even more after saying this sentence.
Chapter completed!