The Sword Dynasty - 344. Chapter 343

Even a powerful practitioner can quickly enter concentration practice, but the process of transforming the five qi in the body and the vitality of heaven and earth into true primordial qi takes a lot of time. Especially in such a place that may be attacked by horse thieves, soldiers, or beasts at any time, it is naturally impossible for ordinary practitioners to waste true essence, and will always keep the true essence in their body in a very abundant state.

Caravan leader Luo Zhongjing is not a cultivator, but he has seen a lot of cultivators fighting, so based on the previous scenes of Zhang Yi using his sword to fetch stones, he can also be sure that Zhang Yi is not the kind of existence that is strong enough to wantonly waste true yuan.

So Zhang Yi’s behavior at this time was naturally very stupid in his opinion.

For Zhang Yi, however, it was different.

Just like in the Minshan Sword Club, things that many people seem to be meaningless are more important to Zhang Yi than his life.

Because of this, he is himself and Zhang Yi.

Before letting the old man undress and enter the bath, he carefully tested the temperature of the water, and even picked some herbs from the surroundings that have a certain effect on rheumatism, rashes and sores, and put them in the water.

He even started to wash the clothes that the old man changed, and after washing, he used precious real yuan to shake off all the moisture in the clothes, making the old man’s gray robe as clean as new.

Seeing his correct and gentle posture, watching the old man’s clean robe and clothes, the unpleasant breath no longer enters his nose. For some reason, even the leader of the caravan, Luo Zhongjing, who could not help but yelled at Zhang Yi before. Silent down, a different kind of emotion was born in my heart.

After soaking for a long time like bathing in a hot spring, the old man put on clean clothes let out a contented groan from his throat, but he still didn’t thank Zhang Yi, but just got into the account and fell asleep quickly.

Zhang Yi checked the camp and determined that the cool mountain breeze was not directly blowing the old man’s face, and only then did a fire ignite next to the stone pit where the old man had bathed.

When the wood block turned into red charcoal, and the pungent smell of fireworks no longer came out, Zhang Yi very solemnly and carefully took out Baili Suxue’s Sword Sutra from his chest next to him, and began to seriously enlighten it.

The sword intent on this sword sutra is extremely lonely, just like the icy edge in the highest tuyere on the highest peak of Minshan Mountain. It seems that he can’t help his eyes sting at this time, and ice needles are naturally appearing under his skin. Chill like wearing out.

This kind of sword intent is actually very inconsistent with his gentle and elegant character, but for him, this sword script represents the recognition and appreciation of the Minshan Sword Sect. This is a great honor and a heavy weight. So he will do his best to learn this sword classic.

With true respect and gratitude, instead of contending with this sword intent, he quickly integrated into the period, as if following in Baili Suxue’s footsteps, immersed in sharp strokes.

If the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator who was ordered to preach his sword scripture could clearly know the state of his practice, he would definitely be deeply shocked by the progress of his practice.

Zhang Yi’s mind and spirit wandered along with the strokes of the sword scripture. Before he knew it, he forgot the passage of time, even the environment he was in at this time, and the original meaning of the words on the sword scripture.

His thoughts quickly flew along with the tip of the pen, like a mountain breeze flying through the canyons, like a meteor in the sky, like a fish suddenly jumping out of the water, splashing waves and disappearing.

These pen sharps let the Buddha and a sword actively jumped up, turning into countless mysterious traces in his perception.

Everything is so smooth, smooth as a matter of course.

In fact, the swordsmanship exuded from this sword scripture is as arrogant as the icy sword intent in the cold wind at the top of Minshan Mountain. It only represents Baili Suxue’s personal mood and temperament. It is just the appearance of this sword scripture. Not the true original meaning of this sword scripture.

The true original meaning of this sword scripture is that the sword heart is transparent, which is justified.

The truth that many people tell you is not the real truth.

Only the truth that you take for granted after you hear it is your true truth.

A true gentleman is not infected by foreign objects and will not violate his own way.

When he does things and uses the sword, he will conform to the principles of the sword scripture and use the sword intent for granted.

If Zhang Yi is just like Changling’s somewhat hypocritical gentleman, and what he does is different from what he thinks in his heart, then even with such a sword scripture, it is impossible to comprehend the true meaning of it.

So Baili Suxue chose the right sword scripture and the right person.

When the consciousness jumped with those smooth strokes until the last stroke of the strokes rushed to the sky, Zhang Yi only felt his body lighten, as if the whole soul jumped out of the sky, rushing to the sky, overlooking his body.

This feeling is both mysterious and novel, but also frightening.

Zhang Yi woke up, he realized that his clothes had been soaked with dew, and the sky in the distance was white, and the night passed silently.

All those sharp pen tips disappeared into his sea of consciousness like a tide, but when his pen tips retreated towards one place, it was like leaving a trace on the beach, and a clear sword path appeared in his mind. .

He realized a sword.

He began to comprehend the first sword in this sword scripture.

He awoke with a sneer, and there seemed to be a channel deep in his heart suddenly, but what made him instantly bewildered and widened his eyes is that he clearly felt some rapid vitality fluctuations in front of him, but he did not feel there was any. Any vitality came out through the body, and even the true vitality in his body did not lose any more points.

An extremely smooth and comfortable feeling immediately permeated his body.

At this moment, the old man from Yandi in the camp also turned over and woke up.

His turbid eyes became crystal clear at this moment, as if the vitality that had just fluctuated in front of Zhang Yi gathered in his eyes.

But it was only in the next instant that his eyes became cloudy again.

“I want to drink.”

Then he directly shouted at Zhang Yi in a bad tone.

Hearing the old man’s call, Zhang Yi put away the small sheepskin rolls without thinking, and went to the old man’s account.

“I want to drink hot water, not warm water.”

The old man seemed to think he was not coming fast enough, and said angrily.

“good.”

Zhang Yi didn’t say much, but turned around and walked towards the caravan station a little faster.

…

Dongfang lit up and the fish belly was white. When Ye Jiannan woke up and walked out of the hut, he found a handsome man with sword eyebrows standing beside the carriage of Jianzong Minshan at the entrance of Moyuan Garden.

Ye Jiannan is a young man who is not afraid of powerful enemies or even death. However, the moment he saw this handsome man, he still felt nervous and restrained, and still felt awe.

Because this man with an extremely handsome face is Tantai Guanjian.

For a long time, Tantai Guanjian has always been regarded as the strongest existence of Minshan Jianzong besides Baili Suxue.

Even many practitioners of the seven realms wonder why Tantai Guanjian can be so fast, why his sword and human can break through common sense, and be several times faster than the flying sword of ordinary practitioners.

Tantai Guanjian did not talk to Shao Muran who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, but he did not rush into the garden either. He seemed to be quietly waiting for the sunrise.

Ye Jiannan had already seen Tantai Guanjian during the sword meeting, but for some reason, even at that time, he did not feel that Tantai Guanjian was as serious as it is today.

Although there is no complicated etiquette and procedures, Tantai Guanjian just stood there quietly, waiting for the sunrise, but Ye Jiannan clearly felt that something big was happening.

In the east of sunrise, thousands of golden lights were shed, and the sky was completely bright.

Ye Jiannan stared blankly, only to see that Tantai Guanjian’s body was plated with a layer of gold.

Then Tantai Guanjian gently nodded to him in a salute, and then bowed slightly to Shao Sharen in salute.

Then a gentle breath poured out from his body, making his body exceptionally clean, and even the finest dust on the turquoise robe was blown away.

Then Tantai Guanjian stepped forward and walked into the ink garden.