Hearing this, Ling Xiao looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a sad face. This woman who looked harmless to humans and animals, had an aura and ruthlessness that was beyond ordinary people.
"Hehe, you're just kidding. I said that our destiny is the same, life and death." Mu'er smiled playfully and rested her head on Ling Xiao's shoulder.
With the beauty by his side, Ling Xiao felt no ripples in his heart, and he became even more wary of Mu'er.
"If you don't kill me...then what will you do?" Ling Xiao still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.
"Well, I should beat you half to death first, then castrate you, cut you into a human stick, summon the fire of destiny, suck your essence dry, feed you every day, and let you survive.
You can’t die unless you want to..."
"?!"
Ling Xiao sat up fiercely, his body retreated several feet, and he kept swallowing more and more, "You, you, you... why are you so vicious! And, you, you can still use this technique, you can still..."
"Yes, you think there is a free lunch in the world, but I saved you~" Mu'er put her hands on her hips and pouted in displeasure.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao felt like crying but had no tears left. Are you the furnace refiner or am I the furnace refiner?
"However, with the fire of my destiny, your cultivation speed and spiritual power recovery will be three times faster than those of people in the same situation." Mu'er said slowly.
"three times?"
Ling Xiao was shocked. Although this technique was evil, the rewards it brought were also very tempting. The key question was...
"Uh, hehe... Mu'er, no, aunt, you don't have this idea for the time being, do you?" Ling Xiao said with a smile.
"Well... not yet. After all, although you are dull, you have a good heart." Mu'er said leisurely.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's tense nerves calmed down. At least in the short term, his life was not in danger, as long as he wanted to please this little witch...
"By the way, little beggar, what's your name?" Mu'er asked.
"Ling Xiao."
"Oh, Ling...Xiao, what a good name. By the way, you have to pick it every day from now on. I will give you the list of herbs. Otherwise, I can only rely on absorbing your essence to practice."
After Mu'er said that, she made a face at Ling Xiao, then stretched her body gracefully and leisurely, and slowly walked into the cave, leaving only Ling Xiao with a confused look on his face.
"F*ck, you ******"
Ling Xiao said angrily and patted his forehead with one hand, a look of resentment on his face.
Walking in the mountains and forests, Ling Xiao's mood was particularly complicated.
"Huh... is it a blessing or a curse to be entangled with this little witch..."
Ling Xiao sighed softly and kept collecting herbs in the bushes. Fortunately, these herbs were relatively common and not difficult to find. Otherwise, Ling Xiao would have been sucked to death by this little witch.
"This little girl is really capable. With just a few words, she will make you sacrifice your life for her." The evil dead son floated beside Ling Xiao and said slowly.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but glance at him, "To put it lightly, what should I do if I don't take good care of her? Who knows what else she wants to use to torture me."
Hearing this, Xie Shizi remained silent and just followed Ling Xiao silently. Looking at his aggrieved look, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his heart.
It wasn't until noon that Ling Xiao gathered all the herbs and sent them to Mu'er's side. Watching her calmly and peacefully crushing the herbs, Ling Xiao thought of the medicinal wine last night, felt frightened in his heart, and could only leave quickly.
, sat quietly by the pool and started a day of practice.
………………
Four months passed quietly without realizing it.
Winter has entered, and the water of the waterfall has become extremely cold, and the pool below is exuding a strong chill. But at this time, a naked young man is sitting cross-legged under the waterfall, constantly making the cold
The raging water knocked him down.
The young man's expression remained unchanged, and the spiritual power in his body continued to flow through his body to resist the invasion of the severe cold.
boom!
A huge vortex of spiritual power flowed out from the young man's body, and the rapid water was blown away. After three breaths, the spiritual energy returned to its origin. In the young man's crystalline spiritual veins, the seventh stream of spiritual power has been constructed.
We also go from the Sixth Realm of Condensing Qi to the Seventh Realm of Condensing Qi!
"call……"
With a soft breath, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, jumped out from under the waterfall, put on his clothes, summoned Xuan Que, and came to the boulder.
Today, the boulder is covered with cracks of all sizes. Ling Xiao habitually places Xuan Que in front of him, and Ling Ran's aura swarms towards him.
Countless silent sword edges rushed over each other, constantly flashing around Ling Xiao. After four months of hard training, Ling Xiao's sword practice improved by leaps and bounds, and he could now condense the sword edge on the sword body.
His eyes opened instantly, Xuan Que moved with a bang, and a dark sword arc was drawn in the air. The violent storm of power exploded around him as Ling Xiao swung his sword faster.
"Thousand Blades!"
With an angry scolding, Xuanque turned into countless afterimages and struck out with his sword. The afterimages turned into hundreds of sharp sword edges, surged forward and slammed into the boulder in front of them.
The boulder trembled and filled the cracks, but there was no sign of breaking. Ling Xiao stopped his momentum and looked at the boulder in front of him strangely, feeling endless distress in his heart.
"Hey, this stone is really strange. Over four months, my sword edge has been continuously strengthened, but now I still can't cut it."
Just as Ling Xiao was thinking, a young girl's call came from behind him. He jumped up and came to Mu'er, took the food in her hand and gave her a smile.
"Hehe, thanks." Ling Xiao said.
"kindness."
Mu'er murmured softly, yawned non-stop, stretched leisurely, and returned to the cave with a hazy sleepiness.
Ling Xiao was used to it, so he picked up the barbecue in front of him and started eating.
As soon as winter entered, Mu'er's spirit was in an extremely confused state and she was very lethargic. She could only be awake for about three hours a day.
Ling Xiao was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just practiced step by step. He knew that this was related to the technique Mu'er practiced.
A quarter of an hour later, Ling Xiao finished eating in Feng Juan Canyun, touched the residue between his lips, and then held Xuan Que again.
In these four months, he could be said to have been sleepless and even fell into a kind of demonic delirium. Ling Xiao was still practicing the first form of the phantom sword that Xie Shizi had given him. In Xie Shizi's words, he was going to use it.
The first move consolidates Ling Xiao's kendo foundation.
"Accumulate the power of hundreds of rivers, move it at the flick of your finger, swing it a hundred times without getting tired, cut it a thousand times without getting tired, turn the sky into a sword, the power will not decrease, the energy will not be exhausted..."
Ling Xiao kept mumbling about the final result of the first move, but he still had no clue. Over the past four months, he had become familiar with this passage by heart. His sword skills were profound, and Ling Xiao was struggling even after just getting started.
Said he had no clue.
"The old man of Evil Dead Son once said that if you want to cut through the boulder, you must concentrate your sword intent, but this sword intent..."
"Do simple things to the extreme, and then you will live up to their meaning."
Xie Shizi said slowly in his consciousness. Ling Xiao looked at the Xuan Que in his hand, then sat down cross-legged, with a hint of enlightenment in his mind.
The ultimate...what is the ultimate?
Swing the sword a hundred times? A thousand times? Ten thousand times?
Understanding the artistic conception is the ultimate.
Sword styles and sword moves are just empty shells. If you can't master them, there's no point in learning more. The old man often said, abandon the form and get the meaning.
However, it is easy to form a habit with the direction of the sword style and the practice of sword moves. It is not easy to abandon the form.
But if you want to reach the top, you must smash all these inherent things!
Just like my spiritual veins, my body, my soul...
If there is no brokenness, how can there be rebirth?
Ling Xiao's bright eyes gradually became empty, and the Xuan Que in his hand returned to Ling Xiao's consciousness without even realizing it. Ling Xiao just sat cross-legged on the ground in a dull manner, forgetting everything around him at this moment.
Time passed minute by minute, until dusk approached, Ling Xiao maintained his original posture, and the sea of consciousness and the black Xuan Que actually emitted a dazzling sword light.
The originally bright world of spiritual consciousness was instantly shrouded in black light.
In the completely enclosed darkness, Ling Xiao rose and fell, as if floating in the vast sea, gradually sinking from the sea surface to the bottom of the sea, and then was filled with the soft thoughts of Mian Silk.
Empty yourself without any thoughts, think about martial arts, think about how to chop boulders, think about how to improve your cultivation...
Seeing Ling Xiao's state, Xie Shizi kept nodding, "I didn't expect that this brat would become a Taoist so quickly. After all, his hard work has not been in vain."
Entering the Tao is a kind of ideological realm and opportunity, blending into the world of heaven and earth, being with all things, feeling the breath of heaven and earth, and clearly understanding the rules of one's own practice.
Even ordinary people may enter the state of Taoism without knowing it, but the chance is so small that it may even never happen.
Even if a practitioner can enter Taoism in his lifetime, it is extremely rare. In addition to having extraordinary mental power and understanding, there are still certain opportunities.
Although Ling Xiao is not smart, his heart is as clear as a mirror, and he does his best in everything he does and practices.
He has a simple mind and clear ideas, but he is also very easy to understand.
At this time, Mu'er, who was sleeping soundly in the cave, seemed to sense something, and stood up suddenly. After passing through the destiny, feeling the changes in Ling Xiao's body and spirit, he also stood up in a hurry and ran to Ling Xiao's side.
After seeing Ling Xiao's state, Mu'er was shocked at first, but she didn't say much. She just stood by Ling Xiao's side silently, protecting him.
At this time, Ling Xiao could not feel the passage of time in the outside world at all. He could only pass by a thought. It was already dark in the outside world, and it was dawn again. A touch of fish belly white appeared in the corner of the sky in the east.
Mu'er yawned, suppressing her sleepiness, and waited for Ling Xiao to wake up.
At this time, Ling Xiao was still in darkness. The Xuan Que in front of him was like a dim candlelight, flickering faintly, as if guiding Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao moved slowly, but no matter how long he walked, Xuan Que still flickered in the distance.
Ling Xiao secretly bit the tip of his tongue and galloped out, but no matter how he chased after him, Xuan Que was still suspended there. One person and one sword were always separated by that distance, and he could never get closer.
It is clear that Xuanque is very close, but it is out of reach.