Wang Anfeng paused his movements before he walked over to open the door for Tai Shujian. When he brought the white-haired old man into the door, his face had recovered from calmness.

Tai Shujian was a little restrained.

Hong Luoyu had already put the cups on the table on the bed. There was only the blue cloud-patterned silk cloth covering the table on the round table. He stood by and waved to Tai Shujian.

The old man with swordsman laughed with great strength and walked forward with great eyesight. He raised his hands and took off the big sword Juque, who was carrying the sword body with one hand, and subconsciously brushed gently from the sword body with the other hand, and then placed it on the table with great care.

The entire table sank slightly, showing its weight.

Wang Anfeng stood next to Hong Luoyu and looked at the famous sword carefully.

Unlike the Yuyan Sword, although this Juque is one of the top ten famous swords, it does not win with its sharpness. The sword body is wide and thick, as if it is just a whole piece of stubborn iron, but it has an indescribable sense of oppression, which makes people unable to hold their breath in front of this big sword.

Hong Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly:

"Do you know why my master asked you to see this sword?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head.

When Tai Shujian heard this, he knew that this should be an important matter between the master and the apprentice.

Although he wanted to listen more here, he had been wandering around the world for so many years. He might not be able to practice martial arts well, but he had considered how much he was very good at.

Knowing that this kind of thing is not something you can hear, and not disturbing Wang Anfeng and Hong Luoyu, he walked out gently. He just put his palm on the door handle, and Hong Luoyu's casual voice sounded in his ears.

"Close the door and come and stand."

Uncle Tai’s body was slightly stiff, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong.

After being stunned for a while, he closed the door like a wooden man.

Turn around.

Step by step, he walked to Hong Luoyu and Wang Anfeng, and stood beside him with his hands hanging down, without saying a word.

Although Wang Anfeng didn't know what Hong Luoyu had plans, since the master spoke, he naturally would not have any objection and smiled at the white-haired Tai Shujian in a kind way.

Tai Shujian was so stiff that he replied with a bow.

Hong Luoyu put his left hand behind, bent his finger with his right hand, flicked the Juque sword tip, and said lightly:

"The famous craftsman Ou Yezi casts five swords."

The voice attracted Wang Anfeng and Tai Shujian's attention.

Hongluoyu's voice was slow, like knocking on a jade tripod, saying:

"Yuyan is a brave sword. Only the swordsman has the desire to die can he use this sword well."

"And Juque has reached the peak of the sword stance. Although there are many sword weapons in the world, there are no one who can surpass his right position."

"The lack of the lack is called the lack of the innate, which means the innate lack of the talent. However, it is rich and ancient and clumsy. With the great trend of the heaven and earth, it can be invincible and unbeatable."

When the word "que" was mentioned, the old Tai Shujian's eyes lit up slightly.

"The same material can show completely different ideas in weapons. This famous craftsman, Ou Yezi, is probably also a master of swordsmanship. He can use sword making as a sword practice. The five famous swords he cast are actually the direction of five sword techniques."

The voice paused slightly, and Hong Luoyu looked at Wang Anfeng and said:

"Feng'er, starting today, you will understand the sword every day, try to outline the spiritual charm of it, and use the sword power in the Juque sword to hone the sword energy you have realized by yourself."

"The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade."

"The efforts of everyone in the previous generation of swordsmanship should be beneficial to you."

Wang Anfeng kept his face and bowed:

"Disciple receives the order."

Hong Luoyu's eyes fell on Tai Shujian again.

The old man's body subconsciously tensed and subconsciously straightened his back.

Hong Luoyu looked at him firmly, but he was lazy and looked back and said lightly:

"I have said before that this sword is heavy. You carry the sword for Feng'er. You will send it to Chenshi every day and take it away at the end of Shenshi. Don't be too late. Maybe it will do it?"

Wang Anfeng was surprised and then just smiled.

He looked at Tai Shujian who was already stunned by him and whispered congratulations in his heart.

During this period, he gave the sword back to Wang Anfeng, which means that in the remaining time of the day, Tai Shujian could freely understand the sword force contained in this Juque sword.

This is really a congratulations to an old man who has been pursuing swordsmanship all his life, and such an old swordsman is worthy of this giant guai.

Uncle Tai took a deep breath.

After waiting for three years, the old man who cried loudly when the sword light surged into the sky straightened his back.

He pursed his lips.

The pleasing smile that had almost turned into a mask on the old man's face slowly faded away and nodded with a heavy emphasis.

Hong Luoyu chuckled and said, before waiting for Tai Shujian to say something, he turned around and pushed the door away with a loose end. His wide sleeves were like clouds, calm and composed, and he was an indescribable celebrity and grandmaster demeanor.

Tai Shujian closed his hands together and gave a deep salute to the man's back.

Meticulous.

Wang Anfeng next to him only felt the forehead thrust and raised his hand to hold his forehead.

The three masters who had the demeanor of a master just now, and Hong Luoyu, who had no straight face, sat crossing his legs and gloating on the table...

He really didn't want to admit that this was a person.

This is definitely not alone!

With a sigh, Wang Anfeng's gaze fell on the Juque Sword placed horizontally on the table. He raised his right hand and gently tapped the wide famous sword. His eyes slightly closed and his breathing gradually calmed down.

The practice of warriors is divided into nine grades.

Among them, the lower three levels are the most basic, either to exercise the body, strengthen the qi and blood, or to calm down and exercise internal strength. The warriors use various means to gradually improve their cultivation.

The ninth grade can fight a lion and tiger, and run like a strong horse.

The eighth grade can gather qi in the body and come out of it, and the sword energy is more than 100 meters long.

The seventh-grade warrior has reached its peak and can waving his hand as strong as a dragon. If he practices some advanced martial arts, the warrior at this stage can barely be able to fly into the air to control the wind, unlike a mortal.

But looking at the martial arts, the lower third level can only be said to be the basics. Although the methods practiced by warriors are different, they only need to be done. They only store water in the pool of the body. The warrior’s personal roots and bones talents are fully utilized at this stage.

Those with extraordinary talent can meditate in one day and be able to serve as others for a hundred days.

But no matter how slowly the water storage speed is, even if the pool becomes larger, it will always have a limit.

Day after day, year after year.

As long as you never give up, you will be able to fill the pool with clear water one day. For ordinary warriors, as long as they are diligent enough, the seventh level is not as unattainable as imagined, but for most warriors, this is already the limit they can reach.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for older seventh-grade or eighth-grade warriors in the world.

It is rare for a young man to succeed.

For example, the nanny in Zhang Tingyun's family has been practicing hard in the clan, never exploring the world, and steadily reaching the eighth grade peak when he was old, but his body is no longer as good as before, and his qi and blood are declining, and there is no chance of breakthrough.

When the warrior's mind and spirit are united and he jumps over the dragon gate, he will be a master in the world.

Being able to use my heart to touch the heart of heaven, to control the wind out of thin air, and to make various clever methods, after the sixth grade, the role of the warrior's own talent was greatly weakened. The person who seeks is no longer his own pool, but this vast ocean between heaven and earth.

The strength of warriors is already aware of their own understanding of the world and their pursuit of their own path. Most of them stay for thousands of days, or there are only a few. After a thousand days, they can step to the top of the mountain after a thousand miles a day, and look around, and they are full of magnificent scenery that they have never imagined in the past.

This is true for the Tianjianmen Honghui.

However, most people who crossed the dragon gate just stopped in place and even retreated without moving forward.

Wang Anfeng was a pseudonym for the past few years and jumped on the horse with a knife for three thousand miles. His mind and energy were combined, and he stepped through the dragon gate and entered the third grade.

But every warrior who has stepped through the Dragon Gate has had such a moment of high spirits, but humans are not dead. No one can guarantee that they will always be at the peak, and no one can guarantee that their hearts will never be covered in dust.

There are so many people in the world like crucian carp trees crossing the river. How many people can they always be as energetic as they were when they were young?

The same is true for warriors.

Every step is like sailing against the current.

Wang Anfeng put his palm on the sword, condensed his own aura and resonated with the spiritual charm of the Juque sword, and realized the sword posture in the sword body, just like a clumsy painter who wanted to copy the master's paintings.

This matter not only tortures the spirit, but also is an extremely tiring physical work.

Wang Anfeng had built the foundation with his internal skills in Buddhism, and he resisted the continuous training of a literati in blue for several years. His mentality was already far superior to his peers. However, he still felt irritable all the time during this process, but he always felt enlightened.

Tai Shujian just stood beside him with his hands hanging down, silent.

This matter is extremely labor-intensive and time-consuming. When Wang Anfeng raised his head again, the gray sky was gone outside, replaced by the deep night and the red dust lights that could not be seen at first sight.

Wang Anfeng straightened up, moved his muscles and bones, making crackling and crisp sounds.

Uncle Taijian is not here. I think it is because he is fascinated by seeing his own insights and has not disturbed him, so he has gone down.

Extremely slight footsteps came from outside the door.

Wang Anfeng held Juque in his hand and walked forward. Before the person knocked on the door, he reached out and opened the wooden door. Gong Yu, dressed in white, stood three steps outside the door, with a calm expression.

Wang Anfeng got something today and nodded at her with a smile.
To be continued...