King Luo Lin lived next door to him, so he was in a mood to explore, but his mood was good, but Hou Zi's mood was very bad.
The various legends about meteorites made him uneasy. Although he was a man with a big heart, it did not mean that he was willing to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
If he is destined to achieve nothing on this meteorite, he will change his mind without hesitation, because he is the master.
But before that, he needs to have a good talk with this meteorite.
Of course the stone cannot speak, but it has its own way of expressing itself.
Hou Zi took out a few more sword-sharpening stones from the treasure gourd, which were actually the most common weapon-refining materials. They were obtained from several fights with others, but he threw them in the treasure gourd and never paid attention to them; there was also a sword-sharpening stone. The sword stone was a personal item lent to him by King Luo Lin. The main purpose was to let him experience what it was like to sharpen a sword with a real sword sharpening stone?
He lined up these large and small materials, then held the sword in his hand and whispered softly,
"We can't hang ourselves on a tree! That is not only a waste of my time, but also your time; imagine that you are left in the dust and no one cares about it...
Try again, don’t be so determined, here are the materials of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, let me see what your second choice is?"
He began to sharpen his sword on different materials, trying them one by one, including King Luo Lin's sword-sharpening stone that was extraordinary at first sight; but unfortunately, the sword did not respond at all, and did not cooperate at all, as if these They are not whetstones, but piles of rotten wood.
When he used the meteorite as a sharpening stone again, that feeling came back.
Trembling, the trembling that comes from the deepest level of the sword.
Hou Zi stopped trying, "Okay, since you insist, let's think of other ways."
What other options can he have? A small cultivator who has no access to Xuanxuan and has no magic power. The only person who can help him is his Zifu Xuanwhirlpool.
"If it still doesn't work, we'll change the materials!" He told his sword companions.
Standing in the courtyard and running the technique, the two Dantians began to accelerate at the same time. The interaction pulled out a vertical eye vortex at the Zi Mansion. The soul threw in and was already standing in the soul realm. There were several soul bodies in the distance. Floating there.
Turning his hand over, the lone sword appeared in his hand. This was a new ability he gained after generating sword consciousness. It could bring the lone sword sword consciousness into his soul space.
This is not a real lone sword. There is no real thing in the soul space. Even he himself is illusory, including the sword. The only difference is that before, his sword was just an energy simulation, but now he has a sword. Consciousness becomes the true sword of consciousness.
In such a soul space, he bent down in a very ridiculous bow, holding the end of the sword tightly with both hands, as if there was a sharpening stone in front of him, and his speed gradually increased...
In the courtyard, Hou Zi closed his eyes tightly and stood in front of the meteorite and began to sharpen his sword. Momentarily, Qigang was generated between the sword body and the meteorite, forming a high-temperature jet, causing material replacement between the sword and the meteorite.
King Luo Lin next door took a look from a distance and sighed. He knew it would be like this; the more outstanding people are, the more persistent they are and will not give up easily. It is this kind of character that makes them stronger than others, but Such a personality is a double-edged sword, and it may lead a good cultivation seedling into a ditch where he will never be able to climb out.
In fact, there is another point in his legendary story that he did not explain. The fool who had been a fool for fifty years was the most outstanding disciple of the Quanzhen Sect at the time. He was hailed as a swordsmanship genius that was rare to see in a century. However, the genius was destroyed here. On a sword whetstone, he never advanced to Tongxuan in his whole life, because this sword whetstone has become his inner demon. If he does not solve this problem and has a blocked mind, how can he get a glimpse of the great road?
So he lent him his most precious sword-sharpening stone, but it turned out to be in vain.
Others can't help with things like this. They can be persuaded, but not stopped. The only thing he can do is to wake up to his mistakes one day and turn back.
Will it?
...Hou Zi was sharpening his sword in the soul realm until it was like chewing vinegar, but he could clearly feel the joy of the sword consciousness, which made him unable to bear to stop.
It wasn't until he gradually felt the fatigue of his sword consciousness that he stopped his behavior. In depression, he found those soul bodies and breathed out a fierce breath before exiting the soul realm.
When he held the hilt of the solitary sword again, his face slowly turned from surprise to a smile. He felt the material of the solitary sword change. Although it was extremely weak, and although he still could not judge the nature of this change, a change was a change.
Cultivation is really addictive, and various coincidences will determine a monk's life. Some are comedies, but most are tragedies.
He finally understood what King Luo Lin said about the difficulties of the senior who spent fifty years focusing on sharpening his sword. This senior must have been born with sword consciousness early, and his sword also took a fancy to this meteorite. .
The sword was right, and so was the senior. The only thing wrong was that he lacked a little bit of luck. He didn't have the Purple Mansion Whirlpool, nor did he have any other soul-sharpening means to sharpen swords.
Hou Zi picked up the solitary sword and looked left and right, suddenly feeling a little confused: No, that senior was using this solitary sword at that time, right?
This thing, not only harmed that senior, but also almost harmed me!
Whether this is the case or not is no longer important, the important thing is to look forward; now that he has successfully sharpened his sword, he wants to see what kind of surprise Gu Jian will give him in the future?
He was in a good mood. This third brother Luo was truly his noble man. If he hadn't reminded him, he would have kept grinding it like this stupidly. The iron pestle was ground into a needle and still couldn't vibrate.
A little scared, he still doesn't know enough about some common sense things. This can't be solved by reading alone. It also needs reminders from teachers, friends, and even opponents.
Another half month passed like this, and King Luo Lin was surprised to find that this young junior brother did not seem to be affected by the sword grinding stone at all. He practiced swordplay happily every day, but he was a little unhappy because he was always completely beaten in the sword competition. Abuse.
Could this be the legendary turning grief into strength?
He was able to be selected to participate in the Southwest Discourse. Of course, his strength was outstanding among the same group of disciples. He was unrivaled in various competitions between low-level disciples in Jincheng. This was the result of his hard training for several years, but now it seems Come on, if we only talk about sword skills, this junior fellow apprentice is even more evil.
"You have to know that a real battle is not just a sword fight, but also includes many other things; tactics, containment, and setup. Especially those legal idiots, they will use all means to keep a distance and prevent us from getting closer.
This problem won't exist after Tongxuan, because we will have flying swords, but now we can't. If we don't have this mental preparation, we may always be beaten passively."
