Chapter 28 Fuxie Sword Spirit
"That's..."
Opening his eyes, it was already early morning, and the others had not yet woken up. An Jing subconsciously wanted to hold something, and the broken sword followed his heart and turned into reality, appearing in his palm and being held tightly by him.
After reacting, he was already covered in cold sweat.
The broken sword vibrated slightly, An Jing's eyes dropped, and he murmured to himself: "Conquer the demon... Fu Xie... is this your name?"
"I don't remember."
Sword Spirit said in a calm voice: "I broke up. I remember very few things. Not only are there gaps, there are even many conflicts."
"...Why choose me?"
"Other children don't have such strong curiosity and mobility. They will all be afraid and forget."
Sword Spirit chuckled and said, "But you didn't, so I remind you so that you don't die so quickly."
"And the follow-up also proves that you are special - after knowing the truth, you wanted to kill all these evil thieves."
"This is 'Fuxie'."
"I chose you for that reason."
"Sister Fuxie, or brother Fuxie?"
An Jing sighed: "How should I call you? If you have any other cultivation methods, teach them to me as soon as possible. I am located in a manor controlled by the Demon Cult. I also have a manor owner who is in the realm of inner strength. I only rely on the 'Quiet Sword Concept' and Some basic martial arts may not be enough.”
"That's true. But don't call me brother or sister. I am a sword and have no gender. You can just call me Sword Spirit. You can also conquer evil."
Fuxie Sword Spirit said: "As for the cultivation method, I also want to teach you... I was once an immortal sword, and all I know are the magical methods of the immortal way. Although most of them are forgotten, teaching you will not be a problem."
"It's just that after the catastrophe, the Huaixu Realm gave up the practice of 'spiritual root refining' and switched to the current martial arts cultivation of fate. There must be far-reaching reasons behind this. I don't dare to give random advice and become someone else's teacher."
"Refining Qi with spiritual roots?"
An Jing frowned slightly. Thanks to him being half a scholar, he vaguely remembered that there was some relevant information recorded in the Dachen Book: "Painting talismans to confer orders to ghosts and gods?"
"That's just part of the ancient Qi Refining Immortal Way."
Fuxie Sword Spirit denied: "Similarly, in my era, martial arts cultivators were just a branch of body refiners, and they will all return to the righteous path of qi refinement in the future."
"But the Huaixu Realm has obviously developed a new set of martial arts inheritance, which is profound and vast, and seems to be not inferior to the immortal way. This is why I don't want to give random advice."
"In my memory, there is no special martial arts method, but if you are willing to take the risk, I have an idea."
At this point, Fu Xie recalled softly: "I have a sword cultivation skill called 'Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City'."
He waited for an extremely long time before he finally found peace that met the requirements. He had already thought about all this, and now he said: "This method uses Qi to condense evil spirits, use evil spirits to transform forbidden spirits, and refine forbidden spirits into the body. This is a method. The art of cultivating the body with swords is extremely difficult to get started. It requires connecting the essence with pure evil spirit, creating a 'Taibai Forbidden Seed' in the body, and then irrigating it with the essence of hardware to grow."
"When you finally achieve great success, you will be able to develop a great magical power, 'Taibai defeats disasters, destroys evil and immortalizes the body'."
"This method does not involve external forces, does not attract evil spirits, and is purely internal practice. Although it is difficult and difficult, the effect is always the same no matter how the world environment changes."
"Pure evil energy is hard to find, but you have my sword to guide you. If you have enough resources, you can get started quickly."
"This is how you get started and become a cultivator. You can use swords, bows, arrows, and even spells without fear. It should be the most suitable for this world."
Fu Xie thought for a while and added: "However, in the early stage of practicing this method, it requires a large amount of refined black iron, purple tin and other hardware, which is extremely resource-consuming. It is also called the 'Taibai Gold Swallowing Divine Forbidden'." "The only problem is, There seems to be no [precision forged hardware] in Xuanming Village.”
"yes."
Thinking of this, An Jing, who was quite excited when he heard it, calmed down immediately: "Although the practice is good, it's useless if you can't even get started."
"There will always be." Now it was Sword Spirit's turn to comfort him: "Let's take a closer look first. Xuanming Village may have a weapons warehouse, and there might be precision forged hardware there."
"Yes, thank you very much."
An Jing also gathered his mood. At this moment, other teenagers in the dormitory also woke up. An Jing knew that he was going to start preparing to lead the team for morning exercises.
As always, there was no change. Only Kuratsuzu vaguely noticed something. He leaned over and asked softly: "Boss, the corners of your eyes are a little red. Did you not sleep?"
"I just dreamed about those people who left." An Jing smiled and patted the other party on the shoulder, and then when the other party exclaimed, "Boss, do you actually dream about them too?" ! ’ After saying this, he was taken to the training ground and trained so hard that he was panting and unable to speak a word.
In the afternoon, while leading the team for training, An Jing met the owner of the medicine store who happened to be on inspection.
The two looked at each other.
The old man smiled encouragingly, and An Jing returned his gaze calmly.
One side sees this as a sign of submissiveness or an indifferent nature.
One side is waiting and enduring.
Just like a tiger lying on a deserted hill, its minions are lurking and endure.
Time passes.
Because the number of people has been determined to be twelve groups of nine people, a total of one hundred and eight people, the training in Xuanmingzhuang has gradually been fixed. An Jing also pretended to be calm and continued to live and train for more than a month without showing any flaws.
During this period of time, Anjing mastered his inner breath bit by bit, meditated with the Quiet Sword Observation, and used the resources of Xuanming Village to maximize his inner breath and vitality.
Because Anjing has a profound foundation, his inner breath is like a river as soon as he breaks through, and he has crossed the weakest and slowest development stage of 'inner breath like silk', so his absorption of various nutrients is terrifying, even if he has a large amount of food every day He is always the first to finish the extra food given to him as a senior, and then expresses that he is not full.
Originally, Xuanming Village would not provide additional resources, but with the acquiescence of the owner of the medicine village, Anjing could basically eat three times the food of ordinary disciples every day. This terrifying food intake and digestion ability made all Xuanming Village The disciples were all in awe, especially An Jing's figure which was not affected at all.
And all these foods have been turned into the resources for Anjing to improve himself.
The inner breath has three nourishing qualities, like silk, like river, and like tide. There is a huge gap between the three realms.
[Inner breath is like silk], just like water droplets in summer, even if it can moisten the lips, it will dry up quickly.
Just like An Jing's mother fighting with bandits, she was a little exhausted after killing seven people, and then the bandit leader found an opportunity to wound her.
Only when the inner breath accumulated exceeds a certain limit, it turns into a river flowing in the body, reaching the state of [inner breath like a river], just like a puddle that can still exist for a long time under the scorching sun, and the inner breath can be used for a long time, becoming A warrior in the true sense of the word.
Anjing's inner breath was originally just a little better than inner breath like silk, flowing like a gurgling stream. Although it could be used for a period of time, it was only about a minute or two.
But with the resources of the Demon Cult, his inner breath gradually grew stronger, and he could operate his inner breath for nearly three minutes.
(End of chapter)