A light blue airflow curtain hung from the metal ceiling, covering the entire cliff.

The mountain wind blew by, and the airflow curtain swayed slightly, as if it would be blown away at any time.

But this light blue curtain is very resilient. No matter how the mountain wind blows, it sticks to the cliff and never leaves.

As a disciple of Mingkong Aoqing, the leader of the Qianyun Sect, and the senior brother of Mingkong Zilin, Li Mojian has extremely broad knowledge.

He walked to the front of the team, pointed at the light blue airflow curtain and said: "These metal roofs should be engraved with formations that utilize the power of heaven and earth.

Let the power of heaven and earth, which is the nature of flowing water, turn into a curtain to cover the cliff and protect the rocks on the cliff from erosion by wind and sun.

No wonder the writing on the cliff is still so clear after thousands of years, and every stroke looks like it was newly carved."

Shao Wei looked around and found a high platform on the opposite side of the cliff.

Thousands of cultivators are sparsely sitting on the high platform. Most of these people raise their heads and look up at the cliff, while a few are closing their eyes to meditate.

"The Wenjian Sect was very considerate, not only using formations to protect the cliff, but also providing a platform for viewing and comprehending.

Everyone, don’t stand around, quickly find a good seat and take a closer look at this elephant sword technique.”

A group of people climbed onto the platform, each picked a seat and sat down, looking up at the steep cliff.

There are not many words on the cliff, only four sentences in total, which are said to correspond to the four sword techniques.

However, each character is very huge, nearly four feet long and wide, almost the same as the main entrance of Wenjian Sect's main hall.

The handwriting is not pretty, and at a glance, it is a little crooked in many places.

It's like when you encounter a hard part of the rock when carving, you can't finish carving in one stroke.

But the cultivators who come here to visit are not fools, and they naturally know that there are secrets in the handwriting.

After careful observation, everyone recognized that these writings were not carved with a pickaxe.

Rather, it is made up of densely packed sword marks made by sharp swordsmanship.

Although after thousands of years, no power remains on the sword marks, each sword mark still reveals the sharp taste, as if you can hear the roar of the sword energy hitting the rock with your own ears.

Looking up, the first column of big characters is in front of my eyes: "The strong wind destroys the wind, and the soil lifts the forest."

This is the simplest move of the Elephant Sword Technique. It is named after the inscriptions on the cliff and is called the Swift Wind Elephant Sword.

If you want to practice the sword technique of transforming into an elephant, you must first understand the meaning of the sword moves of these eight characters. The dense sword marks on the handwriting are the reminders left by the senior masters.

Among the more than thirty people in the Qianyun Sect, only five disciples have learned swordsmanship, and eight disciples have been exposed to the practice of using swords as weapons.

So everyone imitated them, raised their fingers to make sword marks, and imitated the movements of experts chopping rocks.

Yunyou raised her fingers and gestured a few times, then stopped quickly. When she was looking for the Wu Sect, she also learned swordsmanship, so she had some basics.

She instinctively felt that she could not practice the Elephant Sword Technique by imitating the sword marks on the cliff.

According to the deeds handed down, the predecessor who carved the characters did not practice the sword technique of transforming into an elephant. He only provided an idea for future generations to create.

Yunyou quietly retreated to the back of the stage and began to use the power of heaven and earth in her body to enhance her perception.

As her spirit gradually merged with the power of heaven and earth, the expression on her face gradually disappeared, becoming as cold and stiff as a puppet.

At the same time, the black and white color in the eye sockets gradually faded, showing a jade-like texture.

But she tried her best to control the degree of integration of her spirit with the power of heaven and earth, so her jade-like eyeballs did not release any light.

I glanced at the other people on the stage. Everyone was concentrating on studying the handwriting, and no one noticed anything unusual about themselves.

Yunyou was relieved and raised her head to look up at Huajian Cliff.

Wen Jianzong lived in a simple tiled house, with wooden doors and wooden windows tightly closed, not allowing a trace of sunlight to shine into it.

The room was filled with smoke, and the calming incense was burning.

There is a lampstand on the desk, the yellowed lampstone is emitting dim light, and a young disciple is opening a swordsmanship book, an extremely old swordsmanship book.

Tuk-tuk, Tuk-tuk, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door, and a young girl's shout came from outside the house.

"Senior Brother Mo, are you in the room? Senior Brother Mo?"

It turns out that the young cultivator in the room is none other than Mo Junrong, the Xunwu Sect traitor who was framed and smeared by Yun You in Qian Yun's book.

However, in Wenjian Sect, he was one of the top disciples of Elder Blade Zhanfeng, and he was known for his righteousness and outstanding talent.

The girl outside the house happened to have the same surname as Mo, and her name was Mo Feng'er. She went up the mountain to join the Wenjian Sect seven years ago, and became a disciple of Elder Blade Zhanfeng the year before last.

After hearing about Mo Junrong's deeds from the elders, Mo Feng'er admired him very much and felt that practitioners should have such an attitude of hating evil as much as hatred.

Therefore, she declared that she wanted to worship Mo Junrong as her brother, and often ran here to look for Mo Junrong whenever she had something to do.

Hearing the shout, Mo Junrong's whole body suddenly twitched, as if he was startled by the sound.

Hearing clearly that the person coming was Mo Feng'er, he frowned and his face turned ugly.

I muttered in my heart: "It's this stinky girl again, she's like a bed bug, I can't get rid of her."

Putting away the old swordsmanship books and quickly hiding them in the secret compartment under the bed, Mo Junrong rubbed his cheeks to relax his muscles, and then put on a bright smile.

"It turns out to be Junior Sister Mo! Why are you here? Does Master want to see me for something?"

Mo Feng'er was wearing the Wenjian Sect's robe, which was a robe with narrow sleeves and a very high slit at the hem, reaching to her waist.

There are thin stainless steel chains on the upper arms, waist sides, and back of the clothes, which are used to secure weapons of various sizes.

This style of robe is convenient for moving around and dancing with swords, and it is also convenient for carrying daggers, one-handed swords, and long swords at the same time. It can be regarded as the standard equipment for disciples of the Wenjian Sect.

However, Wenjian Sect has no requirements for the color of clothes. Disciples can choose the color type they like and only need to embroider the master's name on the collar.

Mo Feng'er's sect uniform is dark green in color, with the word "Zhan Feng" embroidered on the collar, proving that he is a disciple of Elder Blade Zhan Feng.

She put her hair up with a silver crown and left a braid hanging on the back of her head. Her beautiful face still had a childish look, because she was only fourteen years old.

Hearing Senior Brother Mo Junrong's question, Mo Feng'er pouted and complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother Mo, why are you like this again? Can't I come to you myself?"

Mo Junrong raised his finger and scratched Mo Feng'er's nose.

He smiled and said: "Of course, you are my junior sister and you can come to me at any time.

But the color of the religious uniform you are wearing today is solemn, and you must have just returned from the master's place."

Hearing this, Mo Feng'er immediately smiled and deliberately clasped her fists and bowed to Mo Junrong: "Senior brother, you are really wise. You have guessed all this. Mo Feng'er admires it!"

Seeing junior sister's actions, Mo Junrong laughed deliberately and then asked.
Chapter completed!