When we returned to Sword Palace, it was already evening.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, flying swords sometimes soared into the sky, carrying swordsmen in fine armor and flying towards the distance.
Looking at the direction, it should be where Wushan is.
As more and more spiritual materials were discovered, more Sword Palace disciples chose to explore the mountains.
That night, Yun Que practiced sword practice in the Consciousness Sea Space.
Today, he did not immediately attack the blind snake entrenched in the distance. Instead, he controlled the long sword transformed from the sword spirit to shuttle and fly over the river.
As Yun Que's two fingers connected, the flying swords turned into sword light and circled, getting faster and faster until they formed a circle.
Yun Que waved his hand and cut it into the air with a sword.
The ring-like sword shadow suddenly fell down, creating a ring-shaped depression in the sword river.
In the blink of an eye, the sword soul transformed into the size of a silver needle and sank into the palm of my hand.
Yun Que looked at the palm of his hand silently, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The soul of the sword can only appear in the shape of the sword in the space of the sea of consciousness. It cannot be manifested in the outside world and can only be lodged in the flying sword.
Although it can improve the level of the magic weapon Flying Sword, Yun Que cannot feel the true power of the sword.
Although I follow him like a shadow, I always feel that something is missing.
"Uncle deceased, what exactly is the sword soul? Is it a sword or a soul?"
Yun Que humbly asked the man in black floating in the air for advice.
The sword can kill, but the soul cannot. Yun Que wants to understand the true meaning of the sword.
"It's both a soul and a sword." Kong Ming's answer was concise and vague.
"It is both a soul and a sword..." Yun Que repeated these words, thinking to himself: "If the sword soul is also a sword, why can't it appear in the outside world and can't be slashed like a sword?"
"Because you don't understand it yet." Kongsu said briefly: "If you want to cut out the sword soul, you need the sword soul to follow you like a shadow and connect with your mind."
Yun Que was startled.
I thought Kong Sui would tell me a specific realm, such as the third and fourth levels of Qi refining, or the fifth and sixth levels, but unexpectedly, controlling the sword has nothing to do with the realm!
Let the sword spirit follow him like a shadow, he can basically do it now.
But what does it mean to be connected?
The sword soul is not a living thing, so how can it communicate with others?
Yun Que wanted to ask about the meaning of mind-to-heart connection, but when he looked up again, the black-robed Kongrui had disappeared.
He didn't want to explain too much, maybe even if he explained it, Yun Que wouldn't be able to understand it now.
"Like a shadow, the mind is connected..."
On the bank of the long river, Yun Que's mind kept rising and falling with the rushing river.
The road to swordsmanship seems tangible, but in fact it is obscure and difficult to find. Only by groping a little bit hard can you have a chance to reach the other side.
The next day, the sky was clear.
Early in the morning, Wu Dachuan came looking for him with his puppy in his arms.
There were three other people who came with them, two men and one woman. They were all sword servants from the Beiyuan with overflowing magic weapons. They were strong and strong, so it was obvious that they must have good skills.
Counting Yun Que, there were exactly five people.
Just as they met Wu Dachuan, the door of the adjacent room opened, and the thin Luo Xiaoyu walked out, carrying a small package on his back, as if he was going on a long trip.
"Good morning, are you homesick?" Yun Que greeted, thinking that this neighbor was planning to go home to visit relatives.
"Good morning, senior brother, I'm missing home."
Luo Xiaoyu is still a little cautious, but he is much better than when he first came.
"Then where are you going?" Yun Que asked strangely.
"Go to Wushan." Luo Xiaoyu pinched the corner of his clothes and said shyly: "I'm not in good health. I heard that there are spiritual materials in the mountains. I, I want to pick some up and bring them back to make medicine."
"You have to go to Wushan by yourself!" Not only Yun Que was surprised, but Wu Dachuan and others next to him were also surprised.
Luo Xiaoyu nodded seriously.
"Do you have a spiritual weapon?" Yun Que asked.
"No." Luo Xiaoyu said truthfully.
"There may be danger in the mountains, you'd better not go." Yun Que reminded.
"I'm not afraid! In fact, I'm very courageous, but I just don't have good luck." At the end of the sentence, Luo Xiaoyu's voice became quieter and quieter, until it was as thin as a mosquito.
Wu Dachuan really couldn't stand listening and scolded him in the tone of an old-timer:
"Junior sister Luo, I'm not talking down to you as a senior, but with your small body, you can't even beat the geese in the countryside, let alone the ferocious monsters in the foggy mountains. You go to pick up spiritual materials? I see.
You are going to serve as a snack to the monster!"
Faced with Wu Dachuan's criticism, Luo Xiaoyu always lowered his head and listened, neither refuting nor saying a word.
After the other party finished speaking, she continued to walk out, her thin figure showing a stubbornness that made people feel distressed.
"Hey little girl!" Wu Dachuan snorted angrily and said, "If you want to die and no one can stop you, you are hopeless!"
After speaking, he quickly passed Luo Xiaoyu, and the other three followed him.
They have actually seen a lot of stubborn Sword Palace disciples like Luo Xiaoyu who don't hit the wall and never look back, so it's no surprise.
Yun Que silently looked at that thin and stubborn figure, as if he saw himself at the gate of the Hou Mansion in Yanmen Town.
Ever since his father died in the border battle, he was left alone, living stubbornly alone in this world.
"She went into the mountains with us."
Yun Que's sudden voice surprised Wu Dachuan and others.
"no!"
Wu Dachuan shook his head repeatedly and said: "Wushan is very dangerous. We have too much time to take care of ourselves. If we bring another oil tank, we are asking for trouble. This is absolutely not allowed!"
The other three people also unanimously refused directly.
"Okay then, you go on your own, and Luo Xiaoyu and I will go into the mountain together." Yun Que decided.
When Wu Dachuan saw that he insisted on going his own way, he scratched his head anxiously, pulled Yun Que aside and whispered:
"Junior Brother Yun, why can't you think about it? Taking her into the mountains is equivalent to bringing a burden! We are not afraid of multiple people sharing the harvest, what we are afraid of is that someone will hold us back!"
Yun Que smiled and said nothing more.
What he decides will not be changed easily.
Besides, it's unclear who is the burden. Wu Dachuan and others are also burdens in Yun Que's eyes.
Seeing that Yun Que was unmoved, Wu Dachuan weighed it awkwardly and gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay! Then take her with you, but we have agreed in advance that if we are really in danger, we must protect ourselves first, and then we can help others when we have enough energy."
The implication is, let Luo Xiaoyu seek happiness on his own, and don't expect them to protect him.
When he learned that the other party agreed to join him, Luo Xiaoyu was very happy, shyly thanked him, and followed Yun Que, not like a teammate, but like a maid.
A group of six people hired a carriage and left the imperial city.
Watching the sword light flying occasionally in the air, Wu Dachuan was filled with envy.
"Last time, I asked a senior brother to help me fly with a sword for a while. It felt so beautiful! It was like growing wings! When I save enough spiritual stones and ask Senior Si to help me graft a spiritual root, maybe I can also
I can practice now."
The female disciple from the North Campus who was accompanying me laughed angrily and said sarcastically:
"Stop dreaming. If you have spiritual stones, you can have spiritual roots. I don't know how many more monks there will be in the world."
The more lively of the other two male disciples followed and said:
"Spiritual roots are bones and talents! They are not ordinary objects. Get them when you ask for them. Instead of hoping for spiritual roots, it is more reliable to hope for a beautiful wife in the future."
Another more steady male disciple did not speak, but slowly nodded in agreement with his companion's words.
Wu Dachuan was not angry either, and said expectantly:
"The world is full of wonders. Maybe there are treasures from heaven and earth that can replace spiritual roots."
Hearing these words, Yun Que couldn't help but think of Han Jiao's numb expression outside the dining hall that day.
I don’t know if there is any way to relieve Longlinggen.
Things in the world are so helpless.
Some people long for spiritual roots but cannot get them, while others are eager to remove all spiritual roots.