Chapter 27: Sword Pills

Although there have been a lot of speculations in his heart, Su Yue did not expect that the inheritance here would be sword cultivation.

Practitioners are mostly qi practitioners. No matter what faction or Taoism, they can actually be collectively referred to as monastics, while sword cultivation is not.

The sword is a murder weapon, and the sword practicer is to step into the way of killing. Anyone who becomes a sword must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood under his feet. Sword is a thing that life is cultivated. The sword is in people, the sword dies, and the way of sword cultivation is a notorious and extremely difficult to cultivate.

"Yi Er, what should I do?"

Su Yue hesitated. He didn't know whether he should practice kendo and become a swordsman.

As early as when he first came into contact with practice, Qi'er mentioned sword cultivation. This is a powerful but very difficult system to cultivate. All swordsmen must have a fearless heart and have extremely high talent to understand kendo, enter the Tao with sword, and finally break through all methods with one sword!

If it is to practice kendo, then it represents the road after Su Yue, which must be full of thorns and dangerous.

"Yan'er doesn't know..." Qi'er seems very solemn at this moment: "If the inheritance here is any sect, even the devil's way, the prince can practice, but this kendo should be cautious. Those who practice swords should have great perseverance covering the sun and the moon, and have an unprecedented confidence. The sword is everything. The sword is in People are killed by the sword.

After a pause, Qi'er hesitated and continued to say, "I hate killing. I have never killed anyone in my life. If I am willing to let the prince practice kendo, because kendo represents killing, and the sword that does not kill will never grow. But I respect the prince's choice and use your heart to feel this kendo. For this choice, I can't think that the prince is the master, or even no one can make the decision. I can only choose by myself, ask my heart, and whether I would like to become a swordsman.

After saying that, Qier stopped talking, and even withdrew from Su Yue's sight, showing a complex color and muttering.

"How do you choose, son?"

Su Yue stood in place alone, and his words kept coming to his mind. He asked his heart how to choose... However, my heart was at a loss, how could I choose?

Su Yue closed his eyes and read the message from the owner of the cave again.

"... Later, if I inherit it, I will make a vow to practice kendo and never give up for the rest of my life. When Kendo is completed, you should rush to Zhouyu and dominate the three lifetimes!"

"Kendo is great success, turning to Zhouyu, surpassing the three lifetimes..." Su Yue muttered, and suddenly a strange color came out in his eyes. He read the message of the owner of the cave again. From this short sentence, he felt an indescribable pride. What is it? Let a monk who only builds nine layers of foundation have an override. The ambition of the world, or all swordsmanships, have this ambition.

Why monism? For Su Yue in the past, monasm was for revenge, but now, after feeling the real charm of monition, Su Yue's heart has quietly changed. Perhaps, monasm is not just revenge, but also monasm is a reason, for monasm.

"Fold to Zhouyu, above the three heavens..."

Su Yue read it word by word, and suddenly his heart was hot. He didn't understand the pride of Jian Xiu, but he wanted to understand it.

Maybe this is the way for me...

Is it worth mediting and practicing qi, swallowing elixirs, and improving your cultivation little by little? It takes a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years to practice. Is it worth it? Is it what Su Yue wants? Sword cultivation is certainly dangerous and difficult to achieve, and even there are few successful sword cultivations from ancient times to the present, but for Su Yue, this is full of ** power. In his idea at this moment, ordinary practice is like reading, just like the 18 years before Su Yue's crown, reading is interesting, but it can certainly make people extraordinary. However, reading is too calm. I have been studying hard for dozens of years, just to gain fame and practice hard for thousands of years. Isn't it to improve your cultivation? The two are different, but somewhat the same.

Because of this sameness, Su Yue hesitated. In the years of reading, he was unhappy. He meditated and practiced ten times more than reading. So how could he be happy? Jianxiu, on the other hand, can ignite blood and embark on this road. Perhaps it is Su Yue's hidden in the blood, and the restless things he has been longing for.

"Sword cultivation, from now on, I, Su Yue, will be a sword cultivation."

There is no huge vow, and there is no ups and downs of the mental process. It is more like a hot-blooded rush. Su Yue woke up like a dream, slowly holding the sword full of dust and rust on the high platform, and then inserted it into his chest.

Puff!

The sound of the blade into the skin and flesh sounded clearly. Su Yue's face turned white, but he gritted his teeth and pushed the sword into his chest again!

The severe pain made his forehead ooze fine sweat beads, and made his body tremble. However, the chest with the sword did not flow out of blood. Instead, it became more hot, just like the chest was a stove, and the blood was a fire. The sword, in the stove, was burned red by the fire!

"Is it still on this road, son?"

Looking at Su Yue's painful but satisfied face, she sighed in her heart and muttered.

If he has not reached the foundation, he has no divine consciousness and can't look inside, but Su Yue can clearly see the scene in his chest at this moment. A rusty sword was inserted in the red beating heart, and wisps of bright blood gushed out of the heart, pouring the long sword, and the sword greedily devoured blood and did not give up.

The rust on the sword, like being washed by blood, fell off little by little, gradually revealing the true face of the sword.

Light cyan, with fine lines on the sword, like an inscription, which makes the sword more plain. The blade of the sword is as thin as cicada wings, and a wisp of sharp breath slowly condenses, like a condensed thunder that does not fall.

Su Yue saw that there were two words on the sword, Qingyan.

"It turns out that this sword is called Qingyan." Su Yue couldn't help thinking about it and suddenly shook his head: "No, since you have been watered by my heart's blood, your name must be changed. Qingyan, it's you in the past. Now, your name is..."

Su Yue pondered for a moment, and his thoughts suddenly flew to the snowy evening. It was as cold as a sword. It was the sadness in the eyes of the white fox who almost put it into the pot. It was the delicate and simpleness revealed by nibbling the roast chicken. It was an elegant and quiet tasting of tea like a girl... Since my life has changed because of my daughter, then This sword will be called in the future.

"Flying Fox."

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and spit out these two words. Su Yue smiled, because at the moment when he had made up his mind, the original inscription of the Qingyan sword softened little by little. Under the pouring of painstaking efforts, the two words re-re reflected on the sword became flying fox.

He knew that from this moment on, this sword completely became his thing and became a magic sword with the same heart and life.

He held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. The moment the tip of the sword came out of his chest, the torn flesh and blood merged by itself, and the feeling of severe pain no longer existed. At the same time, the flying fox sword made a clear sword chant, which echoed in the cave.

The three things on the high platform, Yu Jian left a message, and the long sword has been collected, and the rest is the sword pills condensed by the kendo will that the owner of the cave has realized throughout his life in the brocade box.

Su Yue opened the brocade box and a longan-sized cyan sword pill was placed flat, just like an ordinary Danwan. It had no taste and did not give people a strange feeling. However, in Su Yue's eyes, he saw a sword sealed in the scabbard.

He picked up the sword pill, as if he had raised a sword, opened his mouth and swallowed it, as if he had swallowed a sword.

At the moment when the sword pill entered the abdomen, it seemed that something exploded, which made Su Yue's viscera hurt sharply, as if it had been cut by thousands of knives. At the same time, a wisp of unreachable sword was released in the sword pills, wandering between Su Yue's limbs and bones, instantly making Su Yue cold.

The throat was blocked and seemed to be bleeding. Su Yue opened his mouth, but nothing was spit out. He gasped in vain. The kendo perception contained in the sword pills in his body turned into countless sharp swords and flew to Su Yue's sea of knowledge. It was just a battle of will. If Su Yue won, he would become a sword cultivation and inherit the master of the cave. In a few years, you will definitely reach nine layers of foundation!

If you are defeated, everything is false.

"The prince..."

Qi'er paced and looked at Su Yue, who was twitching because of pain. There was a trace of pity in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes shifted slightly from the side of Su Yue's body. She saw Su Yue's sword and the two words condensed with painstaking efforts on the sword, Feihu.

She smiled, and her smile condensed into a human face. It was a beautiful girl. She had faint lips, thin eyebrows, snow-like skin, and a long-lasting smile in her eyebrows.

is fleeting.

......

Linzi City, Sun Family.

Sun sat on the main seat, with a pale face, even a little ferocious, and there was no grace that a noble woman should have.

"What, that little bastard Su Yue has become an acquired master! He has become a master!"

She is like a wounded wolf, roaring angrily.

It was Sun Yue who crawled at her feet, like a cold cicada.

"Miss, he is really the day after tomorrow."

Since Sun Yue told Su Yue about the matter, Sun has always been in this state of rage.

"How can he be the day after tomorrow? How can he be the day after tomorrow!" Of course, Sun knows how difficult it is to reach the acquired realm, but if it is only the acquired, it will be fine. The point is that Su Yue has become a strong man in the past few months. A few months ago, he was just a waste bullied by Jianning Houfu! In addition to making Sun angry, this earth-shaking change, there is also a deep chill. No, we can't let this little beast grow up. She has no manners to roar at all: "Come on, please invite Uncle Jin!"

Not long after that, an old man with a ricket and a face full of traces of wind and frost came slowly.

Sun personally helped him and whispered, "Mr. Jin, Wan'er grew up as you watched. I hope you can help Wan'er once."

"Jinbo" opened his turbid old eyes and looked at Sun. He could faintly see the traces of Sun Wan playing on his knee when he was a child. For a long time, he sighed, touched Sun's hair lovingly, and turned away.

Sun smiled, and Jinbo obviously agreed to her request. Soon, his smile restrained, and there was a strong resentment on his face.

"Su Yue, your good days are over!"