Winter goes and spring comes, alternating between cold and heat
The peaches on the mountain had ripened for two seasons, and Lin Xuan had eaten for two seasons.
July and August
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the heat was unbearable
Under the shade of a tree beside the stream, a young Taoist priest was sleeping soundly. The cool mountain breeze echoed.
In the pond under the stone bridge, a strong green bull was crawling. Half of its body was submerged in the stream, only its head was exposed. Its eyes were filled with enjoyment.
From time to time, it would use its tail to whip the stream water, causing water to splash in all directions.
In a pavilion not far from the stone bridge, another young Daoist in a gray Daoist robe was sitting cross-legged.
His eyes were closed, and on his knees was a sheathed sword.
"Huff huff"
The young Taoist priest's body was surrounded by waves of powerful true qi. His Daoist robe fluttered, and his expression was calm.
long time
"Boom!"
The Genuine Qi around his body exploded, and the airwaves swept out in all directions, sending sand and stones flying.
The tree that was the size of a human's waist swayed under the impact of the airwaves.
The commotion alerted the man and cow who were enjoying the cool under the bridge. Both of their heads popped out and looked at the young Taoist priest in the pavilion.
"I broke through again."
The youngest martial uncle of Wudang Sect was chewing on a piece of grass with relish. Half of the ancient book in his arms was exposed.
Looking at his martial nephew, who was about the same age as him, the young Taoist priest could not hide his emotions.
The green bull's eyes widened.
in the pavilion
The young Daoist who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, and a terrifying light disappeared from his pupils.
The gale dispersed, and the zhenqi returned to his dantian, extremely reserved.
"Qi Refinement Art Level 6, Xiantian Realm Level 2.”
The corners of the young Taoist priest's mouth curled up slightly. He stood up from the ground and stretched.
"Good Martial Nephew, your cultivation speed is too fast.”
The Taoist priest under the stone bridge grinned.
"Just so-so."
The Taoist priest in the pavilion was humble.
"Tsk."
The Taoist priest under the stone bridge had a disdainful look in his eyes.”
"Always."
The Taoist priest in the pavilion was not annoyed.
These two young Daoists who were bickering were Lin Xuan and his youngest uncle-master. At this moment, more than two years had passed since he went up the mountain.
More than two years was just a flick of the finger to the martial world, but to Lin Xuan...
These two years were enough to change a lot of things.
First of all, his cultivation had steadily advanced to the second level of the Connate Realm. One had to know that it was extremely difficult to break through to the ninth level of the Connate Realm.
In the pugilistic world, a Connate Cultivator was already considered a first-rate expert.
From an ordinary person to a Xiantian warrior, Lin Xuan had only spent less than three years.
The other was the change in his body. He had grown a lot taller and was six feet tall. He had a handsome face and was as handsome as jade. His eyes were sharp and could not hide his heroic spirit.
In comparison, although Little Uncle-Master was also a little taller, not only was he shorter than Lin Xuan, but his aura was also completely different.
One had to know that in the past two years, many people had died under Lin Xuan's hands. Among them, there were many experts of the black and white paths.
Youngest Uncle was indifferent and otherworldly, like a true cultivator. On the other hand, he was less otherworldly and more decisive.
"Tsk!"
With a tap of his toes, he flew out. In the pavilion, the long sword was unsheathed, turning into a cold light that tore through the mountain wind.
Lin Xuan stretched out his palm and held the sword hilt. The long sword slashed horizontally. In an instant, a violent wind blew, and sand and stones flew.
The towering ancient trees shook, and true energy roared. The mountain gate was submerged by cold lights, and sword qi surged.
The long sword vibrated, and exquisite sword moves were executed from his hands. They were endless, like the water of a river.
Sometimes unpredictable, sometimes sharp, sometimes upright, sometimes unconventional.
" Is this still the Sunrise Unity Sword?"
In the distance, Youngest Uncle shrank his neck, not knowing how to judge.
It wasn't difficult to see the shadow of the Sunrise Unity Sword from the sword move, but its power had long exceeded the upper limit of the Sunrise Unity Sword.
Presumably, it was this talented martial nephew of his who brought up the new.
"Boom!"
The grey-robed Daoist slashed out with his sword. The roars of dragons and tigers soared into the sky and resounded throughout Wudang.
The sword Qi stretched out for seventy to eighty feet, leaving a three-foot-deep sword mark on the hard bluestone.
Rays of cold light dissipated as a figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Qing Shi. He sheathed his sword.
Lin Xuan looked at the deep sword marks on the green stone and revealed a satisfied expression.
In the past two years, he had only done two things: guarding the mountain and practicing martial arts.
He mainly cultivated the Connate Qi Refinement Art, the Sunrise Qi Sword, and the Sword Drawing Art.
Now that his Connate Qi Refinement Art had reached the sixth level, his Sunlight Unity Sword had reached perfection, and his Sword Drawing Art had also reached the realm of mastery.
The Sword Drawing Technique was not a simple sword technique. It was a method of nurturing the sword and nurturing one's essence, qi, and spirit.
The two sword techniques complemented each other and their power multiplied. The domineering sword that he slashed out just now was the result of Lin Xuan practicing the sword for two and a half years.
In terms of pure power, he was quite satisfied with the results of his cultivation.
Even if his cultivation was a few heavens higher than his, he would not dare to take this domineering sword head-on.
"Martial Nephew, you've already mastered the Sunrise Unity Sword to perfection. It's time for you to ask the Sect Leader to teach you another profound sword art.”
Youngest Uncle climbed up from the stone bridge and said.
"Me too."
Lin Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly,"However, Master said that he would teach me the other sword techniques."”
On Wudang Mountain
In front of the True Martial Hall
Wang Zhonglou, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.
The roars of dragons and tigers echoed in his ears and disappeared in an instant.
Wang Zhonglou shook his head and stroked his beard.""This kid has reached such a level so quickly.”
He raised his head and saw three figures standing at the entrance of the True Martial Hall, looking at him with burning eyes.
"Supreme Headmaster, we can't wait any longer.”
The white-haired old Daoist said,"If we continue to suppress it, it will be extremely bad if it delays Xuan 'er's cultivation."”
"Yes."
Another man with a wooden sword on his back nodded."The cultivation of the sword path focuses on one's temperament. At this moment, Xuan 'er is advancing bravely and cannot tolerate any obscurity. If Senior Brother doesn't teach me, I'll teach you.”
"Chonglou, hurry up and make a decision.”
The Daoist priest in charge of alchemy also urged.
"Since you've already said so, can I still refute?”
Wang Zhonglou shook his head and looked at his fellow disciples. Each of them looked more anxious than the other.
"Ahem, but I still have to ask Xuan 'er first and let him make his own choice.”
"Great."
The three Taoist priests nodded in unison.
Wang Zhonglou walked out of the True Martial Hall with his hands behind his back. He looked at the foot of the mountain, which was surrounded by clouds and mist.
Then, he took a step forward and flew up with the wind. He stood in the air and did not fall, as if he was walking on flat ground.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared hundreds of feet away. His sleeves fluttered, and he looked like an immortal from myths and legends. He breathed out smoke and flew with the wind.
After a few breaths, Wang Zhonglou's figure disappeared from Mount Wudang.
At the foot of the mountain, the young Taoist priest who was chatting with his Youngest Uncle suddenly revealed a strange expression.
"What's wrong?"
Youngest Uncle asked.
"Master asked me to go to the Heart Examining Lake.”
Lin Xuan grinned.
With the sword on his back, his arms shook, and his inner energy surged. His sleeves puffed up, and his body was as light as a swallow. He soared into the sky and landed on the treetop. He flew more than ten feet away and headed straight for the back mountain.
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