Cheng Zhiyuan covered his head and forcibly absorbed the infused knowledge. He felt that his heart was about to burst, while Cunxu Tongzi raised his half-inch sword high and made a slashing motion.

After the slash, there is a forward thrust, then there is a sideways sweep, then there is an upward thrust, and the last one is a turn to block.

"There are no shortcuts in swordsmanship. Practice makes perfect. From today on, you must practice each of these five movements three thousand times every day!"

"Practice sword, just practice!"

Cheng Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, where was this? This boy claimed to be his sword god and appeared in front of him out of nowhere. There were still many things he didn't understand!

What a mess, what a mess!

Cheng Zhiyuan stared at Cunxu boy and said, "You..."

Cunxu Tongzi looked at him coldly: "Don't talk too much, I know what you want to ask."

"This is Huanglizhiyuan, the burial place of all the Zhou emperors!"

"As a living person, if you don't have strong blood and strength, your life force will soon be drained by the hostility here. At that time, you will be like the corpse that was killed last night, wrapped in scraps of cloth.

, holding a rusty sword, attack the next person who comes riding the Emperor's Horse!"

Cheng Zhiyuan opened his mouth, calmed down, looked at the little man in front of him who claimed to be a god, and asked again with doubts:

"Can you tell me clearly, who are you... and where is the Emperor Zhou... his burial place?"

Cunxu Tongzi: "I am you, your Heavenly Sword God. I am transformed by the sword and your heart essence. I am also the 'Sword Boy' you see in your heart. And you are the true king of Nanhua."

The...Swordsman."

"This piece of heaven and earth, where you came to on the Tianzi Jun, is the burial tomb where King Mu of Zhou and other previous kings of the Zhou Dynasty are buried!"

The sword god boy pointed at Cheng Zhiyuan: "And my true body is the rusty sword in the center of my eyebrows that you just saw."

Cheng Zhiyuan paused for a long time, until he digested the anomaly of time travel and understood the current situation, and roughly understood that he was now in a place where living people would die if they stayed for a long time.

So he took a deep breath and asked the boy: "Then...how can I...get out?"

The sword god boy put his hands behind his hands, with a thoughtful look in his eyes:

"It's very simple. The first mission is to survive. The second mission is to find Tian Zijun!"

.......

Therefore, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't quite understand what the swordsman under True Lord Nanhua was, but he knew one thing.

If you don't want to encounter the same attack as that night again, you must practice your sword skills, as he said, in order to survive.

There is also a matter of changing the sky. According to what the boy said, the sky will change in the near future.

Huanglizhiyuan, this piece of heaven and earth is the burial place of the emperors of the Zhou Dynasty. Their tombs are all buried here. In the beginning, it was King Wen of Zhou who created this world that was different from the "human world".

King Wen used sixty-four hexagrams to divide the sky and dust in Huanglizhiyuan, so there were sixty-four different high heavens in this world. At a specific time, only a specific high sky would appear.

When the sky changes, this world will be cleansed, many mountains and lakes will suddenly disappear, and all living creatures will die.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. I was naked, beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, and my arms had been slashed until I couldn't feel anything.

The so-called swordsmanship is nothing more than: draw, bring, lift, block, strike, stab, point, collapse, stir, press, split, cut, wash, cloud, hang, tease, chop, pick, wipe, shave, pierce, circle

.But it was too complicated, so I simplified and simplified, and in the end, there were only five left.

The road to simplicity.

Three thousand slashes, three thousand sweeps, three thousand straight thrusts, three thousand lifts, and three thousand blocks.

It was clearly arranged.

The Sword God Boy did not teach him any unparalleled sword skills as Cheng Zhiyuan imagined, he just asked him to wield the sword day after day.

The stone sword was being held up, and the tip of the sword was suddenly inserted into the sea of ​​sand. Cheng Zhiyuan was hunched over, breathing heavily, and his face was a little pale.

The third thousand blows were made with slashing blows.

Cheng Zhiyuan pursed his lips, and sweat fell into his mouth, slightly moistening his chapped lips.

His hands seemed not to be his own anymore and were shaking slightly, but Cheng Zhiyuan felt that he could continue to wave as long as he pressed harder...

Staring at the stone sword, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, pulled it out again, and started slashing again.

Another three days passed, and the number of slashes changed from the original three thousand to three thousand five hundred. This was true for the five movements.

This was simply overdrawing his vitality. Until sunset, Cheng Zhiyuan was almost exhausted. The sweat left on his body had soaked the yellow sand thoroughly and even made it a little wet.

This is simply unimaginable. Without the supplement of water, the human body sheds so much sweat, which can be fatal.

However, in these days, the Sword God Boy gave Cheng Zhiyuan a simple solution, which was to chew leaves.

"This...is this edible?"

Cypress leaves, these things look like pine needles, how do you get them in?

The sword god boy was indifferent: "Put it into your mouth with your hand. If you don't eat it, you will die of dehydration. It's very simple. How about a whole one?"

Cheng Zhiyuan twitched the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth, thinking that no matter how he died, he could not die of thirst:

"all!"

Fearfully, he put the golden cypress leaves into his mouth, chewed, chewed, and suddenly, those golden cypress leaves turned into liquid, and Cheng Zhiyuan swallowed it in one gulp.

He froze on the spot and looked at the crooked-necked old tree. His eyes suddenly changed.

Cheng Zhiyuan's number of slashes with swordsmanship became five thousand each.

On the thirtieth day, this number increased to eight thousand, and the total number of sword-wielding movements per day reached a terrifying forty thousand.

The five movements of coming out, moving, moving, stilling, and falling have almost become Cheng Zhiyuan's instinct. In this world, even if he doesn't want to learn these things, there is nothing he can do. After all, if he doesn't learn, he will die.

The sword god boy sat under the crooked old tree, with his eyes closed, and the half-inch sword stuck in front of him. This guy was smaller than a mouse, but with this movement, he could sit like this all day long.

.

Every time Cheng Zhiyuan turned around and saw his figure, he suddenly felt that this tiny boy had become slightly taller and more majestic.

The small half-inch sword buzzed and trembled very regularly, as if the sword was breathing slowly.

Cheng Zhiyuan was observing, but Cunxu Tongzi had no intention of talking to Cheng Zhiyuan.

After a while, Cheng Zhiyuan's breathing rate gradually coincided with that of the sword.

He suddenly came back to his senses and was surprised to find that he had been immersed in it just now and was affected without realizing it.

"This is the breath and power of the sword."

The sword god boy opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan with his perfect facial features.

"A person who talks about swords, if you can't even hear the breath of the sword, then you can be said to be a waste. You haven't completed the transformation of the four images yet, and you haven't even seen the threshold of the first realm, but something like sword breath is

There is no need for realm.”

"Even people with weak bodies can feel the changes as long as the gods of the Heavenly Palace wake up. As for the power of the sword, now is not the time for you to control it."

Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, bathed in the sunshine, and said with a smile: "You are me, why can't I learn from you when you know it?"

The sword god boy said matter-of-factly: "Although I am you, I am the spirit of things. If I am not an elf, I am a spirit. I am the spirit of your mind, and I am the direct embodiment of the word sword."

"

The sword god boy said: "You haven't mastered sword skills yet, don't you have to learn to run before you can walk? Try to understand... that sword first."

His finger pointed to one side. Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head and saw that the boy was pointing at the corpse-wrapped iron sword that had fallen in the dust and was almost buried.

Cheng Zhiyuan walked over. The sweat on his body looked a little glistening under the sun, but it soon became sticky.

Pulling off the corpse cloth and holding the iron sword with five fingers, Cheng Zhiyuan could see clearly that there were two small characters written on it. The name of the sword was "Xiao Qi".

"What should I do? By the way, doesn't that stone sword have a name?"

Cheng Zhiyuan stroked the Xiaoqi sword. It was this sword that almost took his own head off when he first arrived in this world.

But now, I have to feel it and listen to its breathing.

The sword god boy said: "As long as you deal with something like a sword wholeheartedly, you will get a hundredfold reward in the end. The swordsman is the blade of the heart. Hold this sword and imagine it as yours."

Arms, mobilize the breath in the body to gather in it, and that's it."

"If the beast recognizes you, it will respond. You have to use your utmost will to communicate with it and surrender. This process may be a little painful."

"As for your question about whether the stone sword has a name, my answer is, of course it does. This sword is called the Mountain Sword."

The stone from other mountains can be used to attack jade. Jade is the essence of stone, the quintessence of the earth, and the treasure of the mountains. The stone from other mountains is originally beautiful jade, but no one has carved it, so it is difficult to see its beauty.

Sword God Boy: "But you can't use sword breath on it, because it is a sword embryo and has not yet given birth to its own unique appearance. What it will become depends on your 'intention'."

Cheng Zhiyuan understood that the stone sword was equivalent to a stubborn stone, just like the stone on Dongsheng Divine Continent. Before it was born, no one knew whether the stone conceived in it was an immortal or a monkey.

Jade is useless if it is not polished, and the same goes for people.

Sword God Boy: "Remember, people's names have meanings, and the same goes for swords. After you connect with each other, you will know what the name of this sword means."

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at the boy, said nothing, and sat down cross-legged. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pressed the tip of the sword with his left hand, and placed it flat on his knees.

Then, eyes closed,

Within the body, in the Zi Mansion, deep in the Xutian Aperture, a rusty ancient sword vaguely appeared.

As he recited the key to luck in the Sword Chapter, some "dust smoke" slowly rose from the ancient sword.

The Four Elephants are slowly swimming around. They have not yet been twisted into a rope within the body, but a blank island has appeared below the ancient sword, and is surrounded by lakes. Looking outward, there seems to be a river-like breath, flowing slowly.

.

My mind sank, this ancient sword was not only the sword god boy, but also the embodiment of Cheng Zhiyuan's own state.

A little spiritual light came from somewhere, and Cheng Zhiyuan saw the darkness and chaos around him through the ancient sword, as if it was the Hong Yuan era before the world opened, which was extremely ancient.

"Stones from other mountains can attack jade."
Chapter completed!