Chapter 112:

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Xu Ziqing stepped up and smiled gently: "Brother Yun, I'm here."
Yun Yan bowed his head slightly: "Sword training."
Brother's approach is really straightforward. Xu Ziqing thought, and quickly nodded: "Yes, Brother Yun."
The two went to the center of the dojo, Xu Ziqing's arm moved slightly, and a steel-wood sword appeared in his palm.
Yun Zheng also slightly moved his wrist and also held a long sword.
Xu Ziqing saw that this long sword could not be more ordinary. There was no light on it. It was not a magic weapon, not even a magic weapon. Brother Yun, he used it to practice his sword?
Knowing his doubts, Yun Yun said, "Don't move Zhenyuan when you wield the sword, so that you can temper the Yuan."
Xu Ziqing nodded. Although he didn't quite understand, he also knew that Brother Yun would not be harmful to him, so he was willing to do what he said. He raised the steel and wooden sword and was about to start practicing it.
However, there was a coercion from his steel-wood sword that prevented him from lifting it.
Turning his head, it turned out that Yun Zheng raised a finger, pressing his steel and wooden sword in vain.
Xu Ziqing was a little puzzled, a little puzzled.
However, when he saw a sword appearing in Yun's other hand, he threw his hand over it, "You hone this sword."
Xu Ziqing took the steel-wood sword and reached out to catch the long sword. He didn't move the real yuan, but he felt quite a bit heavy and couldn't help but be surprised.
Yun Zheng said: "The millennium cold iron weighs three hundred pounds."
Xu Ziqing took a look at the sword in his hand, and then looked at Yun Xun's. Obviously, the sword in his hand was a little thinner and thinner than Yun Xun's, and he pursed his lips and asked, "Yun Brother's sword is heavy? "
Yun Zheng said: "Nine hundred catties."
It is actually three times this sword! Xu Ziqing bowed his head and clenched his sword, but said nothing. Since Brother Yun gave him this long sword, he must only use it.
But thinking of the gap with his brother, he was inevitably unwilling. However, he also knew that even if he didn't feel much holding the sword at this time, once he flicked 30,000 swords, it would be difficult to bear. I'm afraid he won't change the sword until he can use the sword like an arm!
Thinking of this, Xu Ziqing settled down and stood still as before, raising his arms and waving down—
With this wave, I feel more and more different.
When he swung his sword in the cave of Teng Longfeng, he was holding a steel and wooden sword, and it was very brisk to chop. The steel and wooden sword was just like a part of his flesh and blood.
But now when he uses this cold iron sword, it is very unsmooth. It seems that the sword is not related to the arm. It is very rusty. When it is cut, it is like returning the skills that have never been trained to his brother. The sword. The situation is no longer correct.
Xu Ziqing took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of the sword.
Come back again.
Brother Yun once said that, unlike many techniques of making swords in the vulgar world, the streamlining of his sword practice is nothing more than the four most basic tricks of splitting, stabbing, chopping, and wiping. To get started, you need to straighten your sword and work hard.
If that's the case alone, so that you can practice your sword 30,000 times a day in just a few years. He had practiced basic sword tricks for a year before. It was really hard work, but he thought he could be seen.
But now looking at Brother Yun, he is naturally much more powerful than his Xu Ziqing, but he is still practicing sword daily, never slacking off. After being cut out by that trick, he finally understood that it wasn't much to practice with one sword.
The swords in the world have different weights and different strengths. The sword of Xinqing lived is more different from the sword he knew. With so many differences, how dare he say that he really knew all the tricks?
Xu Ziqing recalled that Master Shi had once said that Brother Yun had sharpened his sword for ten years.
In the past ten years, Brother Yun must have been doing the same. He continued to practice the most basic sword skills, and also constantly used the ordinary long sword. Without using the true element or spiritual power, he continued to practice hard day by day. .
He didn't know how many long swords he had seen, how many sword tricks he had practiced, and how many times he had learned all kinds of sword tricks ... Finally, until now, I am afraid he has already learned the context of the sword and understood the meaning of the sword. Will, it was clear earlier what kind of kendo he was going to practice.
Therefore, he later insisted on practicing "Relentless Killing Sword", so after decades, Brother Yun could realize the sword meaning so quickly.
Xu Ziqing slowly exhaled. Compared with Brother Yun, he only practiced swords for one year. He couldn't even make swords. How could he be so complacent and self-righteous!
After calming down, he repositioned, raised his arms, and waved sharply—
Since Brother Yun would urge him to teach him, he must not let him down!
Since the sky is not bright, the morning light is dim.
At the peak of the new Xiaozhe Peak, the tall plain-clothed man stands side by side with his half-headed blue shirt teenager, slowly rising under the rising sun, stretching out a long reflection.
In exactly the same posture and holding the long sword without aura, the two monks who have clearly stepped into the immortal path are like the most ordinary mortals, constantly waving the most common sword tricks.
So firm ... unshakable.
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When Xu Ziqing walked out of Dongfu, he would go down the mountain.
There were many puffweeds on each side of his mouth, and there were a few slender trees swaying, which looked quite leisurely.
Xu Ziqing is very busy these days.
He went to practice at night, and practiced swords with the clouds in the morning, and the rest of the day, he would take care of this barren hill to make it look like a fairy house.
Just now he had just finished the thirty thousand sword wielding and was quite exhausted. After a little bit of interest adjustment in the cave, he immediately came out to do things.
Down the Xu Ziqing cave, there is already a layer of green on both sides of the mountain road that is about 100 square meters, which covers the bare mountain rocks, which looks extraordinarily quiet and disturbing.
However, going down, it was deserted again, and compared to the top, it became more ugly.
Xu Ziqing was not in a hurry. He stood at the place where the greenery and the wasteland meet. He lifted up the real Yuan in Dantian and opened his mouth with a fist-sized green air.
This is the true element that is full of the Tao of wood he has compressed to the extreme. Just disperse it and land it on the ground. No matter how difficult the land is, it can give it life and become extremely suitable for the growth of vegetation. .
When it was, the mouthful of Zhenyuan turned into a bit of green, and quickly infiltrated into the land on both sides. In a moment, the original dry mountain seemed to be suddenly rejuvenated, showing some moistness, and it also gave people a very wonderful feeling-as if they had changed from dead to living.
Xu Ziqing's complexion was slightly white, and this move consumed most of his real money. He could not come again in a short time. With some remaining power, he had to use it to stimulate the vegetation.
This kind of ability is still contained in the "Things of Life and Chemistry" derived from "Mulkin Hearts " behind him.
The monks of the genus Vulgaris can also give birth to plants, but the plants they give birth are not full of vitality. Although they have the same appearance, they are in vain and contain far less natural things, which can only be regarded as half dead. No matter how many juveniles go and are placed in the place where the aura is plentiful, it is impossible to give birth to the intellect like the natural thing, let alone to make it a point and practice it.
However, the plants and plants produced by "Biology of All Things" are different.
This method can also be regarded as the law against the sky. The things it spawns are chaotic, but they can be transformed into spiritual intellect because of the heavens and the earth. They are also regarded as one of the souls under heaven.
At that time, when Xu Ziqing incorporated the seeds into Dantian, he could use the wood gas contained in his body to easily trigger it. The common plants did not consume much energy. But now it is much more labor-intensive to use the power of this "Energy of All Things" and let the seeds grow in the mountain.
Now that the mountain is ready, what is lacking is the seed.
Xu Ziqing is also embarrassed. He used to pick up a lot of spirit grass in the secret realm of Lin Yuan, and also collected some wood from Dantian. However, in order not to exterminate the spirit grass in the mysterious realm, he had never dug up the roots and naturally could not be transplanted. The seeds harvested from Congmu are not lacking, but those from Congmu are all useful. If he is so big on the two sides of the mountain road, it is not advisable to let him see his details at a glance. .
If it is said that he has collected the seeds of spirit grass ... ordinary ones that he can exchange in Fang City at any time, they are not kept, and those that are hard to meet are very precious. He wants to stay in the future and join Dantian from wood. Prior to that, it was also inconvenient.
Therefore, when he was trying to decorate this small killing peak at first, there was really no way to start.
Thinking of this, Xu Ziqing smiled again.
Fortunately, there is a person who can use it, but it helped him a lot.
At this moment, a gray and white spirit bird suddenly flew across the sky, along with another black feathered golden eagle eagle. If you chase both of them, you will reach the mountain.
The eagle took a step first, and landed on a large branch of a large tree, and made a few noises.
The grey-and-white spirit bird fell to the ground, turned into a boy in a hurry, tall and straight, already looks like a little boy. He was born very clear, only one pair of pupils was almost colorless, showing that he was a demon.
After Yan Shuang stood firm, he came forward calmly, holding up a storage bag with both hands, bowing his head respectfully and offering: "Xu Xuxian is long, the seeds have been taken."
Xu Ziqing took it with a smile and said, "It's hard."
It turned out that when Xu Ziqing was thinking about going to Treasure Pavilion, it was the little boy in the incarnation of the Frost Bird who felt his worries and took the initiative to serve. I do n’t know where I got these seeds. Come.
Xu Ziqing asked himself, only to know that these seeds were obtained by him from other peaks and other birds that he once knew. There was indeed a way to let him feel relieved. Whenever the seeds ran out, Yan Shuang would offer them. One or two went, and his ability to handle things made Xu Ziqing quite appreciated.
At this point, Xu Ziqing got the seed.
He reached out and grabbed one in the storage bag, and threw it into the air--
The seeds were split into two sides at a time, and sparsely fell on the already rejuvenated mountains on both sides.
Xu Ziqing's whole body glowed, although it was extremely light, but he also covered all the seeds wherever he went. In the next moment, numerous sprouts broke through the ground and quickly rose up to form a dense forest.
He was relieved and raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat.
Suddenly, a man in white appeared in front of his eyes.
Xu Ziqing Wei Wei: "Brother Yun?"
In the past, the brothers should be tempering the sword, so why have time to come today?