Chapter 212: Refining the sword into silk

Dismissing Uncle Zhang, Zhang Bairen sat in the study upset, looking at the book indifferently, not knowing what he was reading.
Seemingly knowing that Zhang Bairen was upset, Zhang Lihua brought a bowl of ginseng soup and placed it in front of Zhang Bairen steamingly.
"Why bother little Mr., there is no obstacle in this world, as long as the opportunity comes, you can naturally know the truth" Zhang Lihua rubbed Zhang Bairen's head.
Zhang Bairen took the ginseng soup and took a sip: "That said, but this feeling is really unpleasant!"
While speaking, Zhang Bairen stood up and took the wooden sword beside him and danced, his sword spirit was shocking and murderous.
After a long time, he stopped his movements and looked at the sky: "You go to read a book, I am understanding swordsmanship."
Zhang Bairen simply dropped the handbook, lay his head on the rocking chair, and squinted his eyes: "It's better to understand the sword fetus. Since my Zhuxian sword fetus has become a trapped fairy fetus, his sword intent has grown rapidly. The control of qi has reached a mysterious realm."
Suddenly, Zhang Bairen has been studying Dragon Ball for some time, but instead of giving up everything, he has forgotten that innate womb is the root of his family.
Thoughts are immersed in the sword fetus, constantly analyzing and absorbing the profound meaning of the sword fetus. The sky was getting dark, Zhang Lihua put down the book in her hand, lit the candle, and looked at Zhang Bairen who was breathing, with a chuckle.
When Zhang Bairen opened his eyes again, "refining swords into silk", Zhang Lihua was lying on the bed soundly asleep.
Zhang Bairen moved his wrist and looked at the bright moon outside the window: "It is true that there is this kind of skill in making a sword into silk, but it is not a real iron sword, but the sword qi and sword fetus inside."
If the previous Jian Qi was scattered and messy, the messy hemp was sorted by special means and twisted into hemp rope, which made the messy hemp incredible.
Hemp batch and hemp rope are the qualitative difference, which can improve the quality of their own sword fetus, and they can grasp the sword qi more easily.
If he can really cultivate into a sword and become a silk, Zhang Bairen can abandon his own long sword since then, and everything in the world can be a sword!
Even the legendary sword can be tried, but it is not so overwhelming.
Yujian is not as good as a flying sword, but it is a sword-controlling skill, and it is not as powerful as Dacheng's sword spirit.
"Refining the sword into silk" Zhang Bairen was in interest at this time, and he didn't go to bed at all. He pinched the tactics and began to break his sword's womb, smoothing his sword energy.
"again and again"
"again and again"
"again and again"
The sound of footsteps awakened Zhang Bairen. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already shining, and a reddish morning glow appeared in the east.
Zhang Lihua tiptoed around the room, but still awakened Zhang Bairen.
"The little gentleman is awake! I didn't expect to practice all night!" Zhang Lihua showed concern.
"Last night, I realized something, just try it." Zhang Bairen stood up and moved his hands and feet: "You can't go on like this. If you can't enter the Tao, you and I will be yin and yang someday."
After hearing this, Zhang Lihua looked sluggish, and said after a meeting: "In fact, the length of time a person lives does not make much sense. The key is to see what he has experienced."
Zhang Bairen smiled: "You can see it thoroughly, but it's always good to live longer."
Speaking of this, Zhang Bairen took the wet towel handed over by Zhang Lihua and wiped his face: "You are right. There is no difference between living a century and living a hundred years. The key is to see who lives better. Some people live for a hundred years. Do the same thing day after day, year after year. And some people have lived for years, but have experienced the greatest splendor in the world. Isn’t it more meaningful than a century? But don’t forget, you are not only for yourself And to live is to live for your loved ones."
"Little sir, I..." Zhang Lihua's eyes were red.
Zhang Bairen wrung out the towel and hung it on the side: "Let's go, stop talking!"
Opening the door and walking out of the house, Zhang's mother and Zhang Lihua prepared breakfast. Zhang Bairen danced with wooden swords in the yard, practicing his own swordsmanship.
Dongfang became completely popular, and only then did Mrs. Zhang shout: "I'm eating!"
The food was very good. Zhang's mother seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, and she talked with Zhang Lihua about her parents' shortcomings.
"I'm finished!" Zhang Bairen put down his bowls and chopsticks, got up and walked out of the house, wrapped in bear skins and came to the village to drive the flock of sheep towards the mountain.
For the Taoist priest, Zhang Bairen didn't care about it. Now he realized that the sword was made into silk, and there was no time to talk nonsense with this old guy.
Mother and myself must have their own truths in this way, so why bother to explore, the boat will go straight to the bridge head, and the truth of the matter will always be in the day.
Zhang Bairen was carrying a sword bag and wrapped in bearskin, walking in the cold north wind.
"I said kid, didn't we say yes yesterday that the poor Dao wants to pass on your classics? Why did you get here?" The Taoist's voice sounded in Zhang Bairen's ears.
The other party has been cultivated to become a of Yang, and he travels around three mountains and five sacred mountains during the day. Near this small village, thousands of cattle and sheep can see him if he is not blind.
Zhang Bairen didn't bother to pay attention to what the Taoist said, but just sat there with his eyes closed and comprehended the power of the sword fetus, constantly condensing the sword energy according to special techniques.
Refining swords into silk is difficult, so difficult that even with Zhang Bairen's control of sword qi, it takes days to condense the sword.
Innate sword aura is inherently special, it has mysterious attributes, and special skills must be combined, which is extremely difficult.
As the sword became silk, the sword fetuses that Zhang Bairen cultivated began to shrink and shrink, but the quality of the sword aura was higher and higher.
"If this ray of sword energy can be cut on the strong pseudo-yang god, I don't know if it can make his soul fly away." Zhang Bairen glanced at the old Taoist who was reciting the Taoist scriptures without a trace, and he kept wondering how many. Sub-feasibility.
Not bad
Opening Bairen's eyes again, these guys are all pseudo-yang gods, and I don't know how many miles away from the Dao Yang who truly understands his mind and sees through the void.
It's so difficult to really want to see your heart!
Everything in the world is made of energy. If you want to see through the essence, unless you have great wisdom! Great opportunity!
"I said kid, did you listen!" Seeing Zhang Bairen sitting on the south side of the mound in a daze, the Taoist couldn't help but yelled.
"What?" Zhang Bairen responded subconsciously.
"Vertical, improper as the son of man" Taoist almost vomited blood, he is also a master of Yangshen anyway, can you give some face? How many people in this world ask for advice and ignore them, but this kid doesn't pay attention to his own family.
"Play the piano to the cow," the old Taoist said dullly, before turning around and leaving after a long time.
Looking at the back of the old Taoist priest, Zhang Bairen stroked his chin: "It is really difficult to make a sword into silk. There is no shortcut. Only continuous practice. Practice makes perfect."
Luoyang
Yongan Palace
Empress Xiao looked at the letter in her hand and slowly put the letter down, silent for a long time.
After a meeting, I listened to Empress Xiao said: "Your Majesty will turn around and return to Luoyang."
Having said that, looking at the Xiao family brothers in front of him: "The Zhenlong nail is lost. Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"Niang Niang~EbookFREE.me~ This is absolutely nothing wrong, Zhenlong nail is really lost! At that time, Daying searched for several times and couldn't find it" Xiaohu smiled bitterly.
"Then why did the imperial commissioner actually see Zhenlong Nail?" Empress Xiao pondered.
"Niang, it was clear that someone broke into the big tent and castrated Chen Man. How could he leave the Zhenlong nail on the scene? God knows where the Zhenlong nail that the imperial commissioner saw came from. Sir! And the imperial commission is too much, deliberately insulting the little gentleman, it is strange that the little gentleman can bear his temper, you don't know that, the more capable people are, the greater the temper!" Xiaolong touched his chin.
Empress Xiao's eyes flashed with the obliterating intent: "It's really hateful. You dare to gang up on the big canal. Could it be that you get bored?"
"You send someone to bring some gifts to visit Mr. Fan in this palace in the north," Empress Xiao said.
Xiaolong smiled bitterly, that fool would go to the bitter and cold place of northern Xinjiang?
"The little gentleman is definitely annoyed, and there will be no benefit if we go. We'd better not go...Go, go, and get ready for the next official." In response to Empress Xiao's knife-like gaze, Xiaolong will come to his lips. The words swallowed back.