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Chapter 3: Speaking of Swords

The lecture hall is located in a valley between the inner and outer mansions. The building is square and simple in style. It can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. Reading at midnight usually has a special handyman cleaning and tidying up the place, but when

During the annual Sword Lecture Hall, if there is not enough manpower, handymen from other provinces will be dispatched to help.

The annual Sword Lecture Hall lasts for three days and is of great significance. The new generation of disciples flock to the lecture hall, place a futon on the spot, and sit quietly to listen to the elders explain the secrets of swordsmanship.

During this period, the handymen were not only responsible for sanitation work, but also had to pour tea and water. Anyway, all chores had to be taken care of. They came and went as soon as they were called, and they were carefully served.

When the elders were teaching, the servants were not allowed to stay in the lecture hall to listen. They had to wait outside and wait for orders.



"Which one is the sword?"

"The swordsman is the king of hundreds of soldiers. He rules over the world, dares to wear strong weapons, and can see the clear nature of the heart. Therefore, it is said: There are enemies in the world, but I have a sword in my heart..."

"As a sword cultivator, our lives are at stake. It's just a sword. We temper it with essence and blood, nourish it with spirituality. We are sincere and refined, like relatives and friends. With this companion, the world is vast, and there is nowhere we can't go; we have countless techniques.

Thousands of them can be destroyed with one sword..."

In the square lecture hall, the vigorous voice of elder Xiao Jihai echoed.

Elder Xiao is not tall, has a short beard, has bright eyes, and is not angry but has authority.

Under the podium, it was completely dark, with more than two hundred new generation disciples. Everyone was sitting upright, listening quietly.

After talking for about an hour, Xiao Jihai paused, glanced at the disciples with majestic eyes, then turned his right hand and took out something.

This object is about the size of a palm, irregular in shape, old in color, and has some zigzag cracks on it, making it look like a turtle shell.

"This Xuanjie Sword Inscription has been shown for the fourth time in the Sword Lecture Hall. I sincerely hope that some disciples can understand it this year."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with eager anticipation.

Metabolism, passed down from generation to generation, if the old and the old are not maintained, then the fate of the Jianfu can be imagined, and it will only become weaker and eventually fall apart.

It's a pity that the qualifications and talents of the new generation of disciples are much worse than before. Otherwise, why has this Xuanji sword title been displayed in the Sword Lecture Hall for three times, but no one can understand the true meaning and inherit it?

The so-called sword title is actually a secret book about swordsmanship. However, the founder has set unique soul seal restrictions on the carrier. If you want to obtain the inheritance of ideas, you must unlock these restrictions.

There are thousands of martial arts along the way. But to sum it up, the levels are divided into levels, using "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" as the unit, and each unit is subdivided into three grades: "upper, middle and lower".

The sword title that Elder Xiao Jihai took out belonged to the lower grade of the Xuan class. Strictly speaking, it was not a very good inheritance of swordsmanship. But even so, after being displayed in the Sword Lecture Hall for three times, no disciple could decipher it.

Mysterious meaning. This matter has been spread out for a long time. It has been known to other sects in Huangzhou and has become a laughing stock.

One of the top ten sword houses in the past, with hundreds of new generation disciples, could not even obtain a copy of the sword title inheritance of a low-grade Xuan level. It was extremely embarrassing.

Therefore, Zhongnan Sword Mansion is under great pressure. But what can be done? The disciples are not up to par, and beating and scolding cannot solve any problems.

It's not that all the disciples in the Sword Mansion are so bad, there are still some outstanding rising stars among them. It's just that the swordsmanship they master has already surpassed the level of the Xuanjie low-grade, but they are not suitable for cracking it again. For example, let a person Wouldn't it be ridiculous for a high school student to do a problem for elementary school students to prove that he is great?

Moreover, this method of solving the sword problem is meaningless and loses the true meaning of inheritance. Not only will it fail to cultivate good seedlings, it will also waste a sword problem in vain, and the gain outweighs the loss.

Xiao Jihai raised his hand, snatched it, and embedded the sword in his hand into the recess of the stone wall behind him. Then he sat on the Taishi chair on the side, closing his eyes and meditating.

He is waiting, waiting for disciples who have experience to come up and figure it out at close range, and then solve the sword problem.

There was silence in the audience, and the expressions of all the disciples were very solemn. In their eyes, the sword question seemed to be a hard nut to crack, and they had no way of talking about it.

Difficult, really too difficult.

In the face of difficulties, no one dares to go up easily. In other words, in the past three years of sword lectures, they have basically tried it all, and they are all at a loss. No matter how much they think about it, they can't find the right method. .Now, even though I have been cultivating for another year, I still don’t have much confidence.

It seems that I am going to be disappointed again...

Xiao Jihai sighed in his heart.

After waiting for a long hour, someone among the disciples sitting in the front row suddenly stood up, clasped their fists respectfully and saluted, and said loudly: "Elder Xiao, I want to give it a try."

Xiao Jihai opened his eyes and finally showed a smile of relief: "Luo Gang, come up."

This Luo Gang is the nephew of Deacon Luo. He has reached the seventh level of strength. He became an inner disciple two years ago and is among the best among the new generation disciples of Jian Mansion.

He was tall and tall, walking steadily and stood in front of the stone wall. Facing the sword embedded in the stone wall, he began to think and think.

Whoosh!

A large number of eyes in the hall fell on him, and everyone's thoughts were surprisingly unanimous, hoping that Luo Gang could solve this Xuan-level low-grade sword title in one fell swoop - if it was said that when the sword title was first displayed three years ago, it was Everyone regarded it as a chance encounter, but now it has turned into a boulder weighing more than a thousand kilograms, weighing heavily on the heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.

In the three sword lecture halls, no one can solve it. The cruel reality is like a label attached to every new generation disciple: incompetent.

Collective incompetence!

Every time I think about it, everyone's face feels hot.

Now that Luo Gang has stepped forward, he has placed all their hopes on them.

After about a cup of tea, Luo Gang, who was deep in thought, had faint beads of sweat on his forehead, and his brows were furrowed into a ball.

Who is Xiao Jihai? He could tell at a glance that Luo Gang was not going smoothly in the cracking process. According to the usual practice, he should stop it with words and let Luo Gang retreat. But somehow, he still swallowed the words when they reached his throat, thinking to himself Author: Maybe, maybe Luo Gang suddenly felt blessed and suddenly understood...

"puff!"

Luo Gang's body trembled suddenly and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and he could hardly stand still.

"well!"

In unison, there was a flood of sighs.

Luo Gang still failed. Not only did he fail, he also suffered backlash and was injured.

"Elder Xiao..."

When the words came out of my mouth, my mouth was full of bitterness.

Xiao Jihai waved his hand sadly, interrupted him, and ordered someone to carry him down to rest.

"Okay, that's it for today. I hope everyone can go back and think about it carefully before coming back tomorrow. Well, this sword problem will remain where it is. If any of you are inspired by it, you can come over and solve it at any time."

With a wry smile on his face, he was thinking whether he should cheat a little in tomorrow's lecture and point out some key tips to solve this sword problem.

What else can be done? If this sword lecture hall cannot solve this sword problem this time, Zhongnan Sword Mansion will lose its face.

Not to mention the face, the reputation will plummet, and it will not be able to attract talented disciples to join. Even their elders will probably be criticized for "incompetent teaching."

Thinking of the bad influence, I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth.

The first day of lectures in the Sword Hall ended in a dull manner. The disciples dispersed and returned to their residences.

At this time, it was the turn of the handyman responsible for the aftermath to come in and clean up. The division of labor was decided early in the morning, and everyone started working according to the area.

It's getting late, it's winter, and night comes quickly. If you don't hurry up, it might be difficult to deal with it when it gets dark.

Liang Qiufeng was in charge of the lecture area. He wiped the floor clean with both hands and feet, and then it was Shibi's turn.

The stone wall was polished to be extremely smooth and smooth. There were many words written in charcoal on it. They were all written by Xiao Jihai while he was explaining, and they were some instructions on swordsmanship.

Liang Qiufeng looked at it and felt that it was mysterious, so he kept a close eye on it and wrote it down secretly.

"Hey, this is..."

After a stick of incense, he wiped the place where the sword was embedded, and saw something like a turtle shell firmly embedded there. He couldn't help but be curious, so he stopped for a moment and watched intently.

Liang Qiufeng knew that this object was extraordinary and did not dare to touch it, lest he would violate the rules and taboos of the Jian Mansion, which would lead to a tragic outcome.

My eyes fell on that thing, and I wanted to take a look and leave, but somehow, at first glance, it seemed to have taken root and I couldn't move away for a long time.

Buzz!

Under the line of sight, the landscape changed suddenly. What was embedded in it was no longer a turtle shell, but turned into countless light spots.

The light spots were like rays, moving, little by little, densely packed. During the flashes, they gradually converged and merged into one. At the end, thousands of light spots merged into one, and the cold light was like electricity, condensing into the shape of a pocket sword -



Chi!

The sword flashed and struck directly between Liang Qiufeng's eyebrows.

"oops!"

Liang Qiufeng screamed and subconsciously dodged to the side. His body shook, and the fantasy in front of him suddenly disappeared. The stone wall was still a stone wall, and the things embedded in the stone wall were quiet and motionless.

What happened?

He felt weird.

"Liang Qiufeng, what's your name? You scared me."

The handyman in charge of other parts of the lecture hall heard the screams and asked angrily.

"No, it's nothing."

Liang Qiufeng dealt with it, wiped the sweat that had appeared on his forehead at some point, and quickly went to clean up the remaining areas.

After a while, Deacon Luo, who had eaten well, came to inspect the work. He kept a straight face and scolded Liang Qiufeng.

It's not clean enough and needs to be done again.

Liang Qiufeng knew this well, but he had to endure it under the eaves. In the end, all the other handymen left, and he was the only one left to continue working hard.

When it got dark, someone from the Jian Mansion came over, but they were ordered by Xiao Jihai to guard the low-grade Xuan-level sword title.

Not long after, some Jianfu disciples who had had dinner came in groups of twos and threes, ready to study the secrets of the sword title. However, none of them acted rashly and drove their thoughts to decipher it, and they only stayed in the meditation stage.

Cracking the sword problem is not an easy task. If you don't have a certain degree of confidence and try rashly, you will get backlash and get hurt. You must be reckless.

Luo Gang suffered a backlash and vomited blood, which is clear evidence of this.

At this time, it was naturally not suitable for the handyman to stay inside any longer, so Deacon Luo mercifully let Liang Qiufeng go out to eat.


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