Chapter 92:

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After the monk entered the tenth layer of gas refining, his veins were unblocked in the body. After that, the matter of refining the true elements was just a water mill.
Zhenyuan is a compression of spiritual power. When Dantian is full, he will continue to press the spiritual power. When he reaches a certain critical point, Dantian will drain all the spiritual power and form a drop of real yuan.
This is what Xu Ziqing is facing at this time. There was a hint of sweat on his forehead, and his face was a little pale.
The first drop of Zhenyuan is the most difficult, and the feeling of being suddenly emptied of spiritual power is also very bad. Spiritual power is the root of a gas-refining monk, but because there is a drop of true element in the body as a support, it cannot be moved.
What he will do after that is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth again, transform it from Dantian into spiritual power, and then fill up Dantian, and once again compress all the spiritual power in Dantian to form a drop of true element, and integrate it with the true element that was condensed before . This is repeated until Dantianli can no longer squeeze a little bit of spiritual power, and all of them are transformed into true elements.
At this time, it is the ten-layer peak of gas refining, and you can touch the thin film of the base period.
The first step in refining Zhenyuan was successful. Xu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then went back to the inner world, and found that there was neither damage nor fault. So he set his heart back and started to absorb the third-order spiritual pulse. Boundless aura.
In this way, one night passes.
Early in the morning, Xu Ziqing opened his eyes and was surprised to find that the person in the ring actually appeared again.
Did Brother Yun help him vigil again yesterday?
He glanced sideways, but saw two demon vines climbing on the top of the cave. One side seemed to shrink, while the other side pointed the leaf buds at the cloud. It seemed to be fearful and alert.
Xu Ziqing was a little moved and a bit funny. The nature that touched is the instinct of the demon vine protector, even if he is facing the feared person, he must defend himself; but the funny thing is because of the cloud.
From Xu Ziqing's point of view, my friend Yun Yan is obviously a cold-hearted person, but he is afraid of him, regardless of whether it is a demon rattan or heavy Chinese, but I do not know why. Is it true that the results are incompatible? Thinking of this, he shook his head, thinking unhelpfully, and now he had to say "good morning" to Brother Yun.
After thinking about it, when Xu Ziqing stretched out his hand, the demon rattle came back, as if returning home, and couldn't wait to re-enter the palm of his hand and go back to Dantian.
Xu Ziqing turned her head and looked at Yun Yan.
But before waiting for him to speak, Yun Yan said, "From today on, you can practice swords with me."
Xu Ziqing didn't expect to hear him say this, and he suddenly said, "Brother Yun wants to teach me?" For a moment, he didn't know if he had heard it wrong.
Yun Yanshou: "Practice swords day and practice at night."
Xu Ziqing only reacted at this moment. When he was in a happy mood, he immediately got up and saluted: "It is really grateful to have Brother Yun's guidance!"
Yun Yan was a fright: "You and I have been together for many years, so don't be so polite."
Xu Ziqing laughed: "If I can enter Wuling Xianmen in the future, I will be regarded as the descendant of Brother Yun. This is a natural gift for Brother Yun." However, he did not insist, and his gratitude was in his heart. He and Yun交 For many years of friendship, you don't need to be so affectionate.
After saying these two sentences, Xu Ziqing corrected his face and said, "Please Brother Yun to teach me."
If you can get Yun Jian and other kendo masters to teach, I know how many times better than he himself.
Yun Zheng has never had any nonsense, but only said, "You stand on the edge."
Xu Ziqing said nothing: "Yes, Brother Yun." After standing, he stood in front of the cave wall, his eyes fixed on the figure in white.
Yun Zheng raised his right hand, pointing his left hand and touching it with a touch. A long sword appeared on his right hand, simple and unremarkable, and its shape seemed to be absent, which was generally illusory, but very appropriate.
Then his right wrist moved slightly, and the sword tip pulled out a flamboyant sword flower, turned into several sword shadows, and then merged into one again, and then turned into that long sword again, as if never moved.
Xu Ziqing's pupils suddenly shrank!
He couldn't even see how that sword started and ended!
With only one sword, Xu Ziqing knew that he had seen many people with swords in the past, and no half of them could be worth anything.
Yun Zheng didn't mean to teach him this sword, but to just follow the instructions.
It is just that even if it is just a random move, it also contains the principle of thousands of swordsmanship. It is not only changeless, but also the meaning of one sword.
"Take out the steel and wood," he ordered after he tried his hand.
Xu Ziqing did not dare to neglect, and immediately turned his wrist, already grasping the steel and wood in his hand.
Yun Zheng said, "Parallel with me."
Xu Ziqing paused and walked up to Yun Yun's right: "Yes, Brother Yun."
Yun Ying's feet were differential, level with his shoulders, while his right arm held the sword, and the tip of the sword fell slightly.
Xu Ziqing had a tacit understanding with him, and immediately followed his behavior, just like him.
Seeing Xu Ziqing's comprehension, Yun Yan said nothing, raised his arm and cut it off with one stroke.
"Brush!" This sword came down, as if even the air was split!
And the sword is single, clear and neat, without redundancy. Even if it looks ordinary, there is no gorgeous skill, but it has charm that can't be ignored.
Xu Ziqing watched the trend of the sword and also waved his right arm
He waved, but it was buzzing and muffled.
Xu Ziqing frowned slightly, intending to come back, but suddenly his arm was heavier than he could not lift, and if he waved down again, he seemed to be in the mud, unable to move at all.
He knew Yun Yun was doing it, and he couldn't help saying: "Brother Yun?"
Yun Zheng said coldly: "Mo."
Since Brother Yun said nothing, he wouldn't move. Xu Ziqing did stand still and did nothing.
At this time, Yun Zheng came to Xu Ziqing.
The two were very close, Yun Ji leaned down slightly and pointed slightly across the steel and wood. Although the fingertips were hazy as if they hadn't been touched, steel and wood actually shone through a layer of golden light.
When Xu Ziqing looked down, he saw that Gangmu's original stick-shaped column suddenly became flat, and the front end was still sharp. At this time, it no longer looks strange, but looks like a very simple wooden sword.
At this moment he felt his arm loose again, and knew that his friend had lifted the restraint. He understood the meaning of his friend, and immediately waved his sword again as before--
"Brush!" This time was different from the muffled sound just before, and looked a bit harsh.
Xu Ziqing's eyes brightened, and he turned to look at the white figure: "Brother Yun, how?"
Yun Zheng glanced at him slightly and said, "The sword path is not wrong, the sword is still inaccurate, and more training is needed."
Xu Ziqing heard that he was disappointed at first, then he cheered up, and his eyes became firm: "I should guide the sword as much as possible, please Brother Yun to correct me."
Yun Yan said nothing, but Xu Ziqing knew that he had already agreed. When he didn't talk much, he split the second and third swords with his heart.
Xu Ziqing has always been very serious about cultivation. Therefore, every time he cuts a sword, he can be more accurate than before. With so many improvements, Yun Yan never said anything to stop him.
When finally splitting the twenty-eight swords, Yun Xuan said, "The sword is in shape."
Xu Ziqing paused for a moment, and smiled: "Yes, Brother Yun."
He suddenly remembered something.
I still remember that when he watched Zifeng's son three swords and even cut two people, he was very rewarding and shared it with his friends. It was also then that I heard remarks I had never heard before.
"With swordsman, you have to be hard-pressed to get started."
"Without spiritual power, you wield your sword 30,000 times a day until you straighten the sword, and then say other."
"If you want to learn swords, you can't even split, stab, chop, or wipe them accurately.
These few words are about the Zifeng son who is still very mixed in sword qi, but it may be the way that the sword learner must follow. Now Brother Yun is willing to teach him how to practice swords, and he must follow these words.
With this in mind, Xu Ziqing couldn't help asking: "Brother Yun, what kind of sword tricks are I using to hack, stab, chop, and wipe?"
Yun Xuan nodded slightly: "You still remember, very good." And said, "What you learn, for the word" split "."
Xu Ziqing laughed: "I don't need spiritual power now. I split 30,000 words that day, but?"
Yun Zheng nodded again: "Yes."
Xu Ziqing took a deep breath and split 30,000 words a day. It was extremely difficult to think about it alone. However, since Yun Zheng can say so, naturally he has done the same before asking him. In this case, Yun can persist, he has not tried yet, do you know?
Hold your breath now and focus on the sword body. "Brush!"
One sword, two swords, three swords!
Since correcting the sword trend, Xu Ziqing Sword Road has never missed it. Each sword is exactly in line with the trajectory of Yun Jian's previous sword split, without any difference.
Seeing that his mind was sinking into the sword, Yun Yan sat opposite, watching his sword moves with both eyes, still motionless.
Xu Ziqing issued a sword and retracted it. With each move, he seemed to be able to see its trajectory and make it accurate. He was so absorbed in his spirit that he couldn't stop his heart and couldn't detect what was happening around him.
Gradually, however, his brain began to become tired and his arms gradually became heavy ... To be precise in every move, as a monk, it was not difficult at first. As long as you have a good attitude and understand it, you can do it. difference. The hard part is persistence.
The same sword tricks are clearly familiar, but they have to be chopped down constantly. There must be no neglect, no slackness ... and even the monk ’s body has a smooth pulse and is constantly supplemented by aura ... It will still gradually become numb and become sore and unsustainable.
Xu Ziqing's back began to produce cold sweat.
It's hard ...
The same continuous action had already made him dizzy, and even his mind became a little blurred. But Xu Ziqing still wanted to keep Lingtai a little clear and keep in mind the number of falling swords.
It was only 3,600 swords. This time, it was 3,601 swords ...
After that, it was not only the chaos but also the breathing that became difficult.
Xu Ziqing's face turned pale, but he only remembered instinctively wielding the sword and meditating on the sword. Then every moment, he felt as if he couldn't keep up, but every time he insisted, he still gritted his teeth to continue.
I don't know how long after that, his half body is numb, and then it seems that the whole body can only perceive that arm is moving, and the rest, know nothing ...