This night, Song Zhi slept with a stable official hat.

The dark clouds dissipated outside the window, and the long-lost moonlight sprinkled towards the hut through the cracks in the window, pulling over the thin quilt to cover the belly. Song Zhi pillowed his ears on his arms, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next morning, a white shirt came out from the gate of the Demon Snatching Division. After stretching, he greeted his colleagues who were guarding the gate, he walked towards the end of Baima Street.

Song Zhi walked leisurely on the bluestone slab. The autumn morning always had dazzling glare. Song Zhi rubbed his eyes and weighed the long sword wrapped in cloth behind him, and his steps were light.

The Demon Hunting Department performs tasks in the form of a team, and the Deacon Meng He, who was responsible for leading him, just participated in the campaign to attack the Demon King, and he still needs to be maintained. Therefore, Song Zhi was unable to leave Beijing without authorization during this period, but he could freely control his time.

"I hope the sect leader is here today."

"Ah...sneeze."

After saying that, Song Zhi sneezed, and then he realized that he had been light and thin these days, so he quickly put on the purple cloak distributed by the Demon Hunting Department.

Although it is not as warm as Zhu Wushi's mysterious and warmth, it is not bad.

When you reach the second-grade Jade Bones Realm in the future, you can escape from the human race's mortal fetus and you don't have to worry about the invasion of minor diseases such as wind and cold.

When he arrived at the farmyard where the sect leader temporarily lived, Song Zhi took a deep breath and carefully pushed half of the door. Through the crack of the door, he could see the empty yard, and he was immediately disappointed.

"You're here?"

At this time, a voice came from behind Song Zhi.

Song Zhi turned around in surprise, and behind him was the sect leader with a blue sword on his waist and a ponytail tied in plain clothes.

Wei Anran seemed a little surprised that Song Zhi would come so early. After nodding inwardly, he smiled slightly and pushed the door with both hands, raised his foot and stepped inside.

"I wasn't here yesterday, you've been waiting for a long time, have you?"

Song Zhi, who was following behind, was ashamed when he heard Wei Anran say this. He thought that he not only overslept, but also went with his senior sister with great interest at night...

Soon, the two walked through the vegetable-growing countryside to the eaves. The eaves of the yard were spacious, and the wooden floors were wet and old, which was very old.

Wei Anran turned his back to Song Zhi and suddenly asked:

“Have you eaten?”

"Ah?" Song Zhi didn't expect that the sect leader suddenly asked about this and answered honestly: "I left in a hurry, and I hadn't had time."

As soon as he finished speaking, two round and white things were thrown over by Wei Anran. Song Zhi quickly caught them with one hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

These are two heavy steamed buns, with a trace of residual heat left.

"This is?"

Wei Anran turned around, raised his chin and said, "How can you have the strength to eat if you don't eat enough? Eat it."

Song Zhi was immediately moved. Unexpectedly, the sect leader had such a considerate side. He nodded and started eating obediently.

Not to mention, although this old steamed bun is hard to chew in your mouth, it has a sweet aftertaste.

After a while, Song Zhi rubbed his hands and patted the residue after eating, and shouted with anger:

"I'm full, let's start the sect leader!"

Before he finished speaking, two more steamed buns were stuffed into his hands, round, plump, white, fat, and looked very hungry.

"Uh, I can't eat the sect leader..." Song Zhi swallowed, looking at the steamed bun in his hand was scared.

"Let's eat a little more. Soon, we'll start after eating. I'll eat with you." Wei Anran said, and really took out another steamed bun and started gnawing it next to Song Zhi.

"this..."

It took a long time for Song Zhi to eliminate these two steamed buns. Even his originally flat belly bulged slightly, and it was obvious that he had been able to hold on.

Seeing that Song Zhi was retching after eating, Wei Anran felt that the time was almost right, so he took two steps back and said leisurely:

"Swords are divided into two shapes of heavy and light. Heavy swords are sharp and unstoppable, and they are as powerful as bamboo. The three-foot sword we use is a light sword. Although it has double blades, it has a thin body and a short handle, so the sword technique is particularly important..."

"Although Qingxia's sword technique is the leader in sword technique, it is inseparable from the different paths: the purpose of moving clouds and flowing water, and the unity of man and sword."

Speaking of this, Wei Anran suddenly pulled out the Qingxia sword, and the sword suddenly sounded like a crack in the air. The sharp sound made Song Zhi unable to help but cover his ears in pain.

Wei Anran crossed his sword in front of him, and his two slender fingers slowly stroked the sword body. The blue-gold pattern carved on the Qingxia sword seemed to come alive at this moment, and the sword light was like breathing in the darkness.

"Next, I will demonstrate all the sword poses of the Qingxia Sword to you with my mortal body, you'll see."

After saying that, under Song Zhi's gaze, Wei Anran stepped forward suddenly, pointed at the ground, twisted his waist while using the power of his waist and abdomen to hover in the air for a week, then supported the ground with a sword, and leaped high again to the yard.

At the moment of landing, Wei Anran lies on his feet, and the Qingxia sword comes out from his hands. The green edge brought by him streaked across the stone road with water accumulation. Last night's rain splashed into a water curtain.

Wei Anran successively showed the basic sword poses of Qingxia's sword technique. At this moment, she was like a banished sword immortal dancing on the beat, her light steps were like a spring swallow lying on the nest, and her sleeves were flying like a magpie and bird terrified at night...

Song Zhi couldn't help but be fooled.

He could see that the sect leader had no slight slight psychic fluctuations in his body at this moment, and he even deliberately slowed down his movements, but a sword intent was released from her without reservation, and it became clearer as the Qingxia sword pointed...

"A sword on earth can help the world, and the mist of the mountain temple kisses Qingxia..."

With Wei Anran's snorke, the wind and leaves in the courtyard were all still. Then she suddenly raised her sword and stabbed into the sky. The sword intent that spread in the courtyard suddenly rushed straight to the sky along the Qingxia sword edge.

As the clouds scattered and the sun rose, the entire farmyard suddenly became brighter. Only then did Song Zhi feel the breeze again, and the feeling of oppression just now disappeared.

Wei Anran in the courtyard looked up at the clouds that were scattered by him, slowly put the Qingxia sword into the scabbard, and asked:

"What did you see?"

Song Zhi took two steps forward and pondered for a moment: "The sect leader did not mobilize a trace of 'fu' just now, so he could have such great power. The disciple felt... it was because of another kind of power."

Wei Anran nodded, not keeping it in hiding:

"Qingxia Sword Technique is an ancient sword technique that existed before the great changes in heaven and earth. In that era, there was no spiritual energy, and there was no fu. There was not only Dayuan in the world... It was a chaotic world with prosperous martial arts."

"The best among them can be able to cut off the river and cut off the current by relying solely on their own mortals, and the feat of one to get a thousand. This is because the end of martial arts is two words..."

Wei Anran stretched out two fingers and said slowly: "Improvement."

"The sword intent of swordsmanship is far better than the sword technique itself. Only by mastering the sword intent of Qingxia's sword technique can you be familiar with it. When fighting with demons, you can achieve unity of human and sword. Otherwise, if I pass the sword pose to you, I am afraid that it will only accelerate your demise."

"I might as well tell you that the power of the Ten-School Fu, the profound cultivation, and the most powerful people are better than me. Only by relying on the sword intent that makes them fear can I be qualified to be with them..."

Song Zhi nodded, understanding that the sect leader was urging him.

Wei Anran slowly walked towards Song Zhi and whispered in Song Zhi's ear: "All these days, I'll be at ease practicing sword here until I practice the sword intent."

"The disciples will definitely live up to the expectations of the sect leader." Song Zhi's eyes were like a torch, and his heart that had become stronger was burning.

Most of the day later, at dusk, a figure was holding a sword softly, trembling as if it was about to fall to the ground at any time.

"Sect Master, I...I will apply for a rest."

"no!"

Wei Anran sat cross-legged under the eaves, throwing the small stones in his hand. As long as Song Zhi did not do anything properly, he accurately and elegantly hit that part to correct it.

"I didn't expect..."

Wei Anran looked at Song Zhi, who was gritting his teeth under the setting sun, enduring hunger and fatigue, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out that I feel so good to teach my apprentice. Song Zhi... My master was a hundred times more severe than mine now."

As she said that, she leaned against Muzhu, closed her eyes and yawned.

"Well, I hope you can learn before leaving Beijing..."
Chapter completed!