Dividing Light Sword, Spirit Sword Sect is the ultimate treasure.
According to records in the classics, once the sword is activated, it will transform into thousands, and it will be powerful Nine Provinces and Four Seas.
Zhou Yi Rivers and Mountains Cauldron has been refined since the mortal world, and has been nurtured by Lineage and the sects in the process. It has been more than 1,200 years, and it can be promoted to the original Dharma Treasure, which is enough to show how precious the spiritual treasure is!
"Dividing Light Sword is a top spiritual treasure. After restoring its original power, the strength of the sword spirit is comparable to Nascent Soul Ancestor!"
"Even if it's Broken Sword, the cause and effect is a bit big..."
Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, glanced at the young man squatting on the ground, showed an amiable smile, and waved more than a dozen treasures to shine in the air.
"Little guy, you can choose from these exercises Divine Ability and panacea. How about I trade this rusty sword with you?"
The boy felt that Zhou Yi was not a monster, so he boldly asked.
"Are you an immortal?"
"Why do you always ask this?"
Zhou Yi said with a smile, "Pindao is not an immortal, but Kunlun Mountain Qi Practitioner Sun Xing."
The young man felt relieved after hearing this, stood up and said, "This sword can teach me the art of swordsmanship. If you can teach me, then I will trade it with you!"
"Is there such a thing?"
Zhou Yi carefully sensed Dividing Light Sword. The remaining spirituality was not enough to pass on Divine Sense, otherwise it would not have been thrown into the scrap metal pile.
"Pindao has eighteen thousand swordsmanships for you to choose from. Let me explain in detail."
Xiao Tiezhun killed Jian Xuan and obtained part of the Spirit Sword Sect's inheritance. In the ten thousand volumes of Daoist Canon, he collected countless ordinary swordsmanship and monk sword techniques, enough for a young man to practice for several lifetimes.
"My name is Lin Fan, not a little guy."
Lin Fan said, "Half a month ago, I went to Uncle Li's shop and watched him forge iron swords. I accidentally cut my finger and blood dripped on the sword. I somehow learned a roll of Ephemeral Swordplay."
"In order to buy this sword, I collected slag for half a month and borrowed a hundred coins from my friends. I finally got enough!"
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Zhou Yi praised continuously, Mana probed into Lin Fan's body, and it turned out to be an extremely rare sword body.
He vaguely guessed and understood the cause and effect. When Dividing Light Sword was about to die, he regarded Lin Fan as his master. He spent all his spiritual energy to teach swordsmanship, just not wanting to be annihilated silently.
When the sword spirit collapses in the future, it is likely that all spirituality will be integrated into Lin Fan's body to lay an innate foundation for him.
"Originally, I had doubts about whether the sword spirit used a spell to catch Pindao when he was about to die. Now it seems that it was indeed an accident, but with Pindao coming, this matter can be the best of both worlds!"
Zhou Yi collected Dividing Light Sword into Dantian, Mana was always nourishing, and asked with a smile.
"What kind of swordsmanship do you want to learn?"
Lin Fan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head with a grimace and said, "I don't know either."
"Then teach it according to the way of poor Daoism."
Zhou Yi's figure flashed, and he transformed from a young man into a white-haired old man. The long fortune-telling flag in his hand turned into a blue sword. He stroked his long beard and said, "Only with this kind of appearance is suitable for teaching swordsmanship."
Lin Fan was stunned and said, "Immortal!"
"Don't be in a daze anymore, your sister is calling you."
Zhou Yi waved his hand to lift the ban, and the shouts from outside suddenly entered the house, calling Lin Fan to eat.
"Coming."
After all, it was the nature of a teenage child. Lin Fan ran out in a hurry and turned around to ask before going out.
"Does the immortal need to eat?"
"Is there any wine?"
"The rice wine made by my sister is very delicious!"
"Lead the way."
Zhou Yi was not polite and followed him to the main room.
Lin Fan whispered to his sister and introduced him to him, saying that Daozhang Sun was the best swordsman in the world. Seeing his extraordinary talent, he came to teach him swordsmanship. It seems that he knows that Zhou Yi can't be hidden, and he winks from time to time, begging not to expose him.
My sister's name is Lin Yu, and she recognized Zhou Yi's magnanimity, and even though she had doubts, she didn't ask her in person.
"Thank you, Daoist Master. Let's sit down and eat first."
Four dishes, one soup, and farm rice wine were a thousand times inferior to a bowl of spiritual rice, but Zhou Yi ate it with gusto.
Finished eating.
In the courtyard.
Zhou Yi lay on the Taishi chair, took the big bowl of tea from Lin Yu, and took a comfortable sip.
"Girl, do you want to follow suit?"
"No, I still have to go to the sword workshop to work."
Lin Yu hesitated for a while and whispered, "Daoist Master, my parents died in a sword fight at home. I have never allowed Xiaofan to learn swordsmanship because I am afraid..."
Zhou Yi caressed his long beard and said, "Don't worry, Pindao is different from other sects. All the disciples live very long. After all, how can you reach the peak of swordsmanship if you lose your life!"
Lin Yu said, "Xiaofan has become a Daoist priest? Do you need to prepare for cultivation?"
"No need to bother."
Zhou Yi said, "The poor Daoist never accepts disciples. Today, I got the benefit of the young layman, so I will teach him swordsmanship as a reward."
Lin Yu Seeing his younger brother whittling a wooden sword excitedly, he couldn't say anything else. He would have to walk his own path in the future, and forcibly restraining him might not be a good thing.
"Xiao Fan, please leave it to the Daoist Master."
After a while.
Lin Fan finished sharpening the wooden sword, made a sword show, and bowed in salute.
"Ask the immortal to teach me the sword!"
"From Pindao's point of view, all swordsmanship is nothing more than strength and speed."
Zhou Yi said slowly, "If you are strong, you will be able to defeat all skills. If you are fast, you can advance or retreat according to your heart. I will teach you the method of increasing your strength in the morning, and in the afternoon, I will teach you the method of escaping... lightening your body."
Lin Fan It sounds reasonable, but also feels strange. It seems to be a little biased from what was expected.
Spirit Sword City is famous for its "swords", including sword making, swordsmanship, etc., so ten-year-old children have heard a lot about their understanding of swords, but they have never understood it this way.
"Stronger, faster, faster..."
Lin Fan had doubts in his heart, but the person speaking was an immortal, so he could only follow his instructions.
"The skills created by Pindao were not in vain after all!"
Zhou Yi showed joy on his face and taught Lin Fan the optimized Qi and Blood Martial Arts word by word.
The energy required for the condensation of Qi and blood comes from spiritual rice. When cooking in the evening, the fragrance is refreshing. If Zhou Yi hadn't been covered up by Mana, the neighbors would have followed the smell and come here to eat.
Lin Yu took a few mouthfuls of spiritual rice and immediately knew that Zhou Yi was a truly amazing person, and all the worries in his heart disappeared.
Fast forward a few months.
afternoon.
The sun was shining just right, and the small courtyard was warm.
Zhou Yi was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea and flicking his fingers.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
Continuous sounds came from the front, back, left and right, Lin Fan looked solemn, and used Qinggong to dodge and move around.
Bang!
Lin Fan felt a sharp pain in his back, his steps were messed up, and he was hit by more than a dozen qi energy.
"You're dead again."
Zhou Yi said slowly, "Only ten people used hidden weapons at the same time, and they still can't dodge after practicing for half a month."
"This is too difficult!"
Lin Fan's once proud youth has disappeared without a trace under Zhou Yi's repeated blows.
What about recognizing the master of the fairy sword, what about having an epiphany Ephemeral Swordplay? You have to die ten or eight times every day. According to what the Daoist priest said, you will die of scams, traps, sneak attacks, poisonings within a few days of entering the world...
"Is it still difficult if all the time you spend showing off to your friends is spent on practicing?"
Zhou Yi is harsh on words, but in fact he is extremely satisfied in his heart. Lin Fan is extremely talented and knowledgeable, but it is a pity that he was born in the wrong era.
"Hey, you can't hide anything from an immortal."
Lin Fan poured the tea respectfully and asked, "When will I be able to go out and make a living in the world after practicing?"
"Spirit Sword City is just a remote place. In the eyes of poor people, they are like ants. Nine Provinces and Four Seas is a strong man who wants to walk around the world freely and happily..."
Zhou Yi thought for a while and said, "Whenever I can break the mountain with one sword, I can get out."
"One sword cuts a mountain, but there are such strong men in the world!"
Lin Fan has never been out of Spirit Sword City, and rarely even leaves the nearby cities. Influenced by his parents and people around him, he is full of yearning for martial arts and swordsmen, but he has no specific concept of the strength of martial arts swordsmen.
What the immortal said cannot be wrong!