Until noon.
Lin Xuan came out of that mysterious state.
He put away the sword and carefully savored the previous artistic conception.
Suddenly!
He stabbed the sword in his hand into the ground.
"Sword control technique!"
Swoosh!
The sword on the ground split into five!
Five sword shadows appeared!
Lin Xuan retracted his internal strength.
The original five sword shadows instantly disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
A satisfied smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
It was just as he had felt.
His Sword Dao cultivation increased once again.
Lin Xuan put away his sword and left the wooden house.
He planned to brew a new type of wine, called Five Miles Thick.
This kind of wine needed to be brewed in a bamboo tube.
It was already early spring, and everything was already full of vitality.
It was suitable for brewing five miles thick wine.
Lin Xuan came to the Hall of Hundred Mortals and requested to leave the mountain.
The errand boy asked with a smile,
"Senior Brother, why did you come down the mountain?"
Lin Xuan replied casually,"
" I'm going to the market to buy some things."
The errand boy hurriedly asked,
"What do you need, Senior Brother? It just so happens that we need to go down the mountain to buy some things. We can help Shixiong buy them back.”
"This way, you don't have to come personally.”
Lin Xuan didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic.
He looked at the other party in confusion.
The errand boy was still smiling, and there was no flaw on his face.
Lin Xuan thought for a moment.
He looked around and found that when everyone looked at him, they unconsciously forced a smile on their faces.
He was trying to curry favor with her.
What was going on?
Could it be that because of his fame at the Lantern Festival Forum, these people wanted to curry favor with him?
Thinking of this…
Lin Xuan didn't continue to dwell on this.
Since the other party was willing to help, he could just leave it to these handymen to deal with it. It could also save him time.
Lin Xuan wrote down the materials that Wu Lichou needed and handed them to the worker, instructing him to purchase them according to the materials listed.
The errand boy agreed repeatedly.
Lin Xuan returned to his residence and continued drinking.
In the evening.
The errand boy sent all the materials Lin Xuan needed. There was nothing missing.
Lin Xuan was very satisfied and casually gave Yi Guan a copper coin as a tip.
The errand boy took the copper coin and left happily.
Lin Xuan quickly processed the materials needed to make the wine and buried the bamboo tube in the ground.
After doing all this, he continued to drink and cultivate.
Three days passed.
Lin Xuan's cultivation became more profound.
However…
He felt that there was a barrier preventing him from moving forward.
It was obvious.
This was a bottleneck.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan was already at Peak Rank-6. He was just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Rank-5.
At this moment.
Not only did he encounter a bottleneck in his martial arts cultivation, but his Taiji Sword Technique also encountered a bottleneck.
Lin Xuan could feel it.
He was almost at the end of his path in the Taiji Sword Art.
Unless one's Sword Dao cultivation reached another level or had other comprehensions.
Otherwise…
The Taiji Sword Technique could no longer be improved.
As for the sword control technique, Lin Xuan didn't deliberately cultivate it.
He knew that the sword control technique required luck, and when the luck arrived, he would naturally be able to master it.
And now.
What Lin Xuan lacked was opportunities.
He was not in a hurry. Instead, he continued to drink in the house.
Time flew by.
At this moment.
A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
The drizzle fell from the sky and covered Wudang with a thin veil.
Only then did Lin Xuan recall that it was already rainy season.
He took the gourd to the bedside and looked outside.
The rain was like silk, but it was very dense.
Soon, raindrops fell from the eaves like broken pearls.
When Lin Xuan saw this scene, his heart was moved.
With a flash, he arrived outside the house.
The sword on the wall also flew into Lin Xuan's hand.
He grabbed the hilt of the sword and waved it casually.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sword light flickered, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
After a while.
Lin Xuan suddenly shook his head."
"No, no. This is the Taiji Sword Art, not my sword art.”
He took a deep breath and transformed his sword intent.
This time, the sword moved lightly and nimbly.
Not only that.
Every time Lin Xuan brandished his sword, a sword qi would fly out.
The sword Qi split the rain and shot into the sky.
After a while.
Lin Xuan shook his head again,"
"It's still not right. This is the sword control technique, not my sword technique.”
"Then…what exactly is my sword technique?”
He stopped and looked up at the sky.
The rain quickly drenched Lin Xuan's body.
He felt the coldness and smoothness of the rain.
Suddenly.
His heart skipped a beat as he gulped down a large mouthful of wine.
Drunken.
Borrowing the drunkenness in his head, Lin Xuan began to dance his sword.
He didn't use his internal strength, but simply used his body's strength to swing the sword.
Even so.
It still rippled with traces of sword intent.
The sword intent was as fine as silk and endless.
In the end.
Lin Xuan suddenly flew up and slashed out with the sword in his hand.
Swoosh!
The rain around them gathered into a huge sword and slashed forward.
The giant sword formed by the rainwater flew out and exploded a hundred meters away.
"This! This is my sword technique!"
As Lin Xuan's voice fell.
The originally calm internal strength suddenly boiled.
Boom!
A violent aura swept out with Lin Xuan as the center.
Rank-5 martial artist, success!
Lin Xuan felt the strong internal strength in his body and couldn't help but laugh,"
"Since you comprehended this sword art in the spring rain, I shall call you the Spring Rain Sword Art.”
At the same time.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang turned their heads and looked at Lin Xuan.
They weren't together. They were busy with their own matters.
Even so.
When Lin Xuan broke through to Martial Path Grade Five, the vigorous aura that erupted was still sensed by the Wudang Seven Heroes.
Mo Shenggu laughed loudly in the secret chamber.
"As expected of a brother I acknowledged. You've reached the fifth grade so quickly.”
"I'll be waiting for you at the Zongshi realm!”
On the other side.
Zhang Cuishan looked in Lin Xuan's direction and sighed."
"It seems that such a young martial artist of the fifth rank is destined to not be my disciple.”
"I reckon he will become my eighth junior brother.”
At this point.
Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but laugh.
The other Wudang Seven Heroes were also very emotional.
At this moment.
Song Yuanqiao was guiding his son, Song Qingshu, in sword practice.
Song Qingshu had just finished practicing a move and was about to ask his father for advice when he realized that his father was looking at a certain place in the sky.
This made Song Qingshu somewhat puzzled."
"Father, did you find anything?”
Song Yuanqiao nodded.
"I just sensed something."
Song Qingshu followed his father's gaze, but he didn't find anything.
He was only a fifth-grade martial artist, so he naturally could not feel the aura explosion from such a distance.
Song Yuanqiao looked at his son and said earnestly,"
"Qing Shu, if you have the chance in the future, you should interact more with Lin Xuan.”
"In your free time, you can also exchange more insights into the Dao of the Sword with him.”
"More importantly, you must not provoke him.”
Hearing his father's words, Song Qingshu was a little unconvinced."
"He's just a sixth grade martial artist. So what if he comprehended the Taiji sword intent?”
Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice,
"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world!"
"Lin Xuan is now a fifth-grade martial artist, and he has a deep understanding of the Taiji sword technique.”
"Even if you're a fourth grade martial artist, you're not his match.”
When Song Qingshu heard this, he was stunned.
Wasn't Lin Xuan still at the sixth grade a few days ago?
Why was he a fifth-grade martial artist now?
At the same time, he was shocked.
Song Qingshu was also very unhappy.
She was actually looked down upon by her father.
He was only a fifth-grade martial artist.
If he had the chance, he would definitely teach Lin Xuan a lesson and let his father know that he could completely suppress Lin Xuan.
However…
Now that she was facing her father, she still had to listen to his arrangements.
Song Qingshu took a deep breath and slowly said,"
"Yes, Father."
Song Yuanqiao didn't notice Song Qingshu's unwillingness.
Seeing how obedient his son was, he nodded in satisfaction and continued to guide his son in sword practice.
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