When Mo Wen woke up from cultivation, it had been thousands of years.
"Ta Ling, how much time has passed now?"
"Exactly ten thousand years! That's a hundred years in the outside world!" Talling replied.
When Mo Wen heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ahem... In your opinion, is there any situation where the essence and blood cannot be fed for ten thousand years?" Mo Wen looked at the cyan light emanating from the Tianwen Sword and coughed dryly.
He has been feeding Tian Wen Jian for thousands of years, but the sword spirit has not yet appeared.
The most important thing is that he can no longer bear to be fed like this.
His elixirs have been exhausted, and the elixir garden has been refined by him until only new plants that are hundreds of years old are left.
This hundred-year-old is still the result of the time and palace flow rate bonus.
"It's... hard to say!" Ta Ling hesitated.
"There are many cases of feeding for thousands of years, but this is the first time I have seen this for ten thousand years. Although only a hundred years have passed in the outside world, ten thousand years have passed here..."
"However, the longer it is fed, the stronger the sword spirit will be. Your sword has been fed for thousands of years and has not yet taken shape, which shows how extraordinary it is!" The tower spirit said solemnly as he looked at the Tianwen Sword shrouded in light cyan light.
Mo Wen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. This little guy was too good at eating, and he was already a little unable to do what he wanted.
"Okay, I'll discuss it with the black cat again and let it squeeze out more blood." Mo Wen sighed lightly.
Buzz buzz~
At this moment, Tianwen Sword made a trembling sound.
"I know, I know, I'll prepare a meal for you right now!" Mo Wen saw the buzzing Tianwen Sword, shook his head and chuckled.
Then Mo Wen forced out a ray of blood and began daily feeding.
"Eat, eat, eat and drink enough, grow up quickly!" Mo Wen looked at Tian Wenjian who was enjoying his meal with a look of affection.
As if Tianwenjian understood Mo Wen's words, after sucking the blood essence, the sword glowed brightly.
"Hey, it's about to turn into a spirit!" The tower spirit said in surprise when he saw Tianwen Sword completely enveloped in a blue light group.
Mo Wen heard the words and stared at the cyan light group.
After a while, a smooth jade foot stretched out from the light mass, and then a calf like an autumn lotus root.
The jade legs that stepped out were white and flawless, well-proportioned from top to bottom but not rigid, plump and translucent without being bloated, smooth and delicate without losing luster.
The front of the foot slowly slides from the end of the calf along the instep to the five toes, and the back is in a crescent shape and gently pressed to the rounded bare foot. The top of the foot is concave and convex, curved and shaped.
"Female?" Mo Wen looked at the half-leg in front of him and was stunned for a moment.
As the green light dissipated, the figure of the sword spirit emerged.
Dressed in green clothes, she fits the sword spirit tightly, revealing her perfectly proportioned figure.
A delicate face with oval seeds, clear and bright pupils, curved eyebrows, and long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her fair and flawless skin has a hint of reddish pink, and her thin lips are as delicate as rose petals.
There is a slight hint of evil spirit, but no hint of flattery. There is a small sword dotted between the eyebrows, and the whole person exudes a sharp and sharp aura.
"Master!" Sword Spirit bowed to Mo Wen.
"You are really good at eating. It's not easy to feed you!" Mo Wen joked with a smile.
When the sword spirit heard this, his face turned slightly red.
"Master, please give me a name!" Sword Spirit quickly changed the subject.
Mo Wen looked at the sword spirit who was dressed in green and emitting a light blue light, and spoke softly.
"As for the name, let's call it Qingli!"
"Qingli, thank you Master for giving me the name!" Qingli heard this and a smile bloomed on her face.
"Qingli, where has the Tianwen Sword gone?" Mo Wen asked after seeing that the Tianwen Sword had disappeared.
The sword spirit is a conceived soul body, but Qingli gives him the same feeling as a human being.
"Master, the true form of Tianwen Sword is here!" Qing Li pointed at the small sword between her eyebrows and said with her red lips.
"If I integrate Tianwen's sword body into my soul, I can have the physical body of a human monk. If I take out the sword body, I will return to my soul body."
When Mo Wen heard this, he pinched Qing Li's face.
"Hey, it's true! This elasticity is good!" Mo Wen felt the touch between his fingers and said in surprise.
Qingli stood frozen on the spot, a blush appearing on her face.
This feeling was different from when she was still ignorant of the light group.
Mo Wen kept wiping and stroking Tian Wen's sword blade. She had liked this feeling since she was born with Lingzhi.
Now that she has a body, this kind of intimate action makes her heart beat faster.
An inexplicable emotion was brewing in her heart.
"Does that mean you can practice like a human monk?" Mo Wen suddenly thought.
Qingli was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she came to her senses.
"Qingli doesn't know, and I don't know how to practice..." Qingli pursed her red lips tightly and said.
When Ta Ling heard this, he immediately became interested.
"Boy, give her a secret book of martial arts to try..." Ta Ling looked at Qingli with burning eyes and said eagerly.
Can a sword spirit that can transform into a human body by sucking thousands of years of blood essence be able to practice like a human monk?
"Qingli, I'm going to tell you the formula, please listen carefully!" Mo Wen raised his eyes and looked at Qingli, his eyes shining brightly.
If Qingli can really practice human skills, then he will not only be a being who can only control Tianwen to fight against enemies, but will also become his powerful partner!
"Well, master, please tell me, Qingli will definitely remember..." Qingli said seriously.
"Qi stimulates the meridians, cultivates the body and refines the spirit, turns the world upside down, turns softness into strength..." Mo Wen directly told the whole story of Wan Jian Guizong's formula.
"Is this how Qi rushes through the meridians?" Qing Li started to mobilize the Qi in her body according to the secret manual of the technique.
A layer of light cyan halo appeared on Qingli's body, and the aura on her body became stronger and stronger.
"What a sharp sword energy!" Tower Spirit felt the sharp energy emanating from the cyan halo, his eyes slightly condensed.
"She is originally a sword spirit, with a clear sword intention and a clear sword heart. By practicing this sword technique, you can get twice the result with half the effort..."
"Holding the sword with thoughts!"
Qingli scolded lightly, and a long sword made of the energy of heaven and earth floated above her head.
Qingli made a sword gesture with her hand, and the sword danced around her body, like a butterfly flying up and down.
"Master, I succeeded!" Qingli said excitedly.
Mo Wen looked at the scene in front of him and felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.
I think it took him a hundred years to gain a glimpse of the realm of the sect with ten thousand swords.
Qing Li's effort at this moment was inferior to his hundreds of years of hard work.
"Well, not bad!" Mo Wen calmed down and encouraged Qing Li.
"You have already had a glimpse of the beginning. If you want to practice to achieve greatness, you still have a long way to go!"
"Okay, Qingli will work hard to practice!" Qingli nodded after hearing this.
"Ahem...cultivation requires a balance between work and rest. You don't have to just work hard." Mo Wen coughed dryly.
It took him tens of thousands of years to return Ten Thousand Swords to his sect and refine them to the eighth level. If Qingli worked too hard, he might reach the ninth level of Mahayana faster than he did...