Chapter 128 Sharpening the sword with heart and living with wine is the only way to benefit
Gu Yusheng actually just wanted to test it out. Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him directly admitted that Gu Yusheng did not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from Granny Sun, and he was inevitably surprised.
He had only experienced this feeling from Mr. Qin.
In other words, only when Mr. Qin sat cross-legged and learned the sword, he would have such a natural phenomenon, which is the same as ordinary people, but completely different from ordinary people.
When Gu Yusheng didn't answer, Sun Xipo realized that she had been deceived. She smiled and her sallow face trembled a few times, giving Gu Yusheng an unusually penetrating feeling.
Just like the stone statue he saw at the Lu family that night, it was very terrifying.
If he hadn't known that Granny Sun had been kind to him, Gu Yusheng would have wanted to run away.
This old man's cultivation level is definitely not inferior to that of Mr. Qin, or in other words, in terms of realm, he may even be half a step ahead of Mr. Qin.
Although Gu Yusheng didn't know the level of Mr. Qin who taught him swordsmanship, he knew that Mr. Qin could kill the Demon Emperor!
Eight realms?
Or the ninth realm above?
Gu Yusheng had seen the magnificence of Confucianism and Taoism at Qingyun Sect, and he could shock thunder with his holy books.
He had heard that the Buddhist Vajra could achieve immortality through the physical body.
The Taoist real person controls Taixu and is free in all directions.
They are all the masters in the world!
Why is there such a hidden master in Qingyun Town?
What exactly are hidden in those ancient stone statues of gods outside Qingyun Town?
Gu Yusheng was full of doubts, and all kinds of speculations sprouted in his mind.
At this time, Granny Sun handed the bamboo basket to Gu Yusheng. There were several sewn white robes in the bamboo basket. She said in a low voice: "Xiao Yusheng, it's getting cold. Wear more clothes. This is Qixiufang
Use the best fabrics to sew and cut clothes, try it out, it may be a little bigger now, but when spring comes, it will be almost suitable."
"Thank you, Grandma Sun."
Gu Yusheng respectfully picked up a piece of clothing and put it on his shoulders.
Grandma Sun surrounded Gu Yusheng, helping him straighten the wrinkles on his clothes bit by bit. Her pair of cloudy eyes seemed to be admiring the clothes she had sewn. While walking around Gu Yusheng, she said:
"Xiao Yusheng, as long as things in this world go as you wish, you have to know that after you left Qingyun Town for three years, nothing has changed here. No one cares how far you have traveled, and no one cares how much hardship you have suffered.
.
More people are just afraid that you will become more capable. Your father suffered from this back then. Qingyun Town is only so big. If the Lu family is gone, will the town really be at peace?"
Gu Yusheng was thoughtful, and after a moment, he said: "Mother-in-law, at least I feel better."
Grandma Sun walked around in front of Gu Yusheng and carefully looked at the young man in white clothes in front of her. There was a little reminiscence in her eyes, and then she said with deep eyes:
"Now that you have embarked on the road, you should stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world. If it lasts for a long time, it will be very detrimental to your sword sharpening."
"Junior, remember."
Gu Yusheng cupped his hands and said.
Granny Sun's eyes fell on the wooden sword on Gu Yusheng's waist again, and she asked curiously: "This is the only wooden sword you have used in the past three years?"
Gu Yusheng was puzzled.
Putting the wooden sword flat in his hand, his eyes fell on the scabbard of the wooden sword and the tassel made of red rope. His eyes showed longing and youthfulness, and he caressed: "Senior, this sword means so much to me."
, has a special meaning.”
"I understand."
Grandma Sun withdrew her gaze, bent down, picked up a withered yellow locust leaf from the ground, and placed it in front of Gu Yusheng, blocking Gu Yusheng's view on one side.
"I don't know much about swords, but your sword is missing something."
Gu Yusheng was surprised, why Mr. Qin never mentioned this matter to him.
"Senior, please give me some advice."
"Look at this withered yellow leaf."
Grandma Sun slightly raised the leaf in her hand. Under Gu Yusheng's curious eyes, the old locust leaf in Grandma Sun's hand turned green little by little, as if it had regained its vitality.
"Spring comes out of dead trees?"
Gu Yusheng couldn't help but gasped.
Wait, this technique looks familiar?
Uncle He Hongnian in Qingyun Sect seems to be able to use similar techniques to heal seriously injured disciples.
However, before the surprise on Gu Yusheng's face disappeared, the green leaves on Grandma Sun's hands withered and turned yellow again in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground bit by bit.
"It's just a trick. In this world, there is only one power that can make old yellow leaves glow with new life, and that is the wind and rain in spring, which is the soul that revives life."
When Grandma Sun said this, the snowflakes around her body melted in an instant.
Her old fingers pointed at the wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand.
"It should also have a life of its own, and it shouldn't be what it is now."
Gu Yusheng asked in surprise: "Sword Spirit?"
Granny Sun nodded first, then shook her head: "I see that your aura is long, your body is like jade, and your foundation is extremely solid, surpassing most of the practitioners."
"However, this alone is not enough. Your heart has not been trained enough. Not to mention that the sword spirit is not in this wooden sword. Even if it is, you will never be able to sense it, awaken it, or get recognition."
"If there is no sword spirit accompanying you, even if you understand the sword's intention, you will not be able to improve your own realm when you understand the sword. You should have had some adventures and swallowed some things that can increase your cultivation. But now you
The realm is very vague and cannot be clearly distinguished. It must have been a while since you had an epiphany or breakthrough."
After hearing Grandma Sun's words, Gu Yusheng woke up from a dream.
Since the Qingyun Sect Competition, even though he climbed the mountain that night to break through himself and improve in the way of swordsmanship, he has stagnated in his own cultivation realm. He thought this was because his three souls crossed the soul bridge.
, it was different from ordinary people and was delayed, so I didn’t pay too much attention to it.
After all, in Gu Yusheng's mind, he had reached the Soul Condensing Realm in three years, and he was definitely a genius among geniuses.
Invisibly, this kind of thinking blocked his motivation to move forward.
Gu Yusheng quickly handed over his hand and said humbly: "How should the juniors train themselves?"
Seeing the young man bowing and saluting, Grandma Sun looked a little dazed in her eyes. She whispered: "The old stonemason in the village has a strange whetstone. If you can let him lend it to you to sharpen your sword and refine your heart, it will be good for you."
Practicing it is of great benefit.”
"Mother-in-law, are you talking about the old stonemason who carries the stone statue all day long?"
"Who else can there be besides him?" Grandma Sun said, and then warned: "When you find him, don't scare me out."
"Junior, remember."
Gu Yusheng silently wrote it down and sent the old man away, then meditated in the house and stared at the wooden sword in his hand.
Recalling what Granny Sun said, Gu Yusheng felt that he had gained a lot.
The Theory of Sword Spirit.
Of course he knew it.
He originally thought that only truly good swords, swords of inheritance, swords of heavenly quality and higher could contain sword spirit.
Although he had hopes in his heart, Gu Yusheng was still far from thinking that far ahead.
But Grandma Sun's words today made Gu Yusheng feel pleasantly surprised and also felt a little strange. Could it be that the records in the Qingyun Sect's book on swordsmanship were wrong?
Gu Yusheng thought for a while and felt that this possibility was unlikely.
Then Granny Sun wouldn't lie to herself.
"Could it be that my wooden sword is of heavenly quality?"
Gu Yusheng immediately shook his head.
This idea is a bit ridiculous.
That year, the head of the Qingyun Sect, Xuan Jizi, broke his wooden sword in front of so many Qingyun Sect disciples. That was the pain he hid in his heart, and it was also the reason why he had no emotion or belonging to the Qingyun Sect.
If it weren't for his father's sword in Qingyun.
If he hadn’t left many childhood memories in that peach blossom forest!
He is from beginning to end.
Neither of them will enter Qingyun Gate.
Gu Yusheng's hand touched the scabbard of the sword and murmured to himself: "Mr. Qin only mentioned to me that by cultivating one's mind with the sword, one's intention, energy, and momentum can be achieved, but he did not mention the sword spirit. Could it be that
Is it because my qualifications are stupid?"
Gu Yusheng sighed slightly.
Mr. Qin taught him the Futian Sword Technique.
Now I can still only perform the first four moves.
It was obvious that he had entered the sword mind state.
Once the following five postures coincide with the sword technique, there will be an obstacle and it will be impossible to perform it.
Gu Yusheng sat cross-legged and meditated.
It snowed heavily outside the window again, and everywhere you looked you could see everything was completely white.
Gu Yusheng had something on his mind, so naturally he couldn't calm down to practice.
In this vast snow.
It's a good time to look for someone.
Gu Yusheng was dressed in white and carried a sword, wrapped in spiritual power. Even if he was walking on the streets of Qingyun Town during the day, ordinary people could sense it.
The Lu family changed their families because of his extermination, but the town remained the same.
Gu Yusheng has completely understood one thing in the past few days: the injustices in the world should not be forced to change, just seek what you want.
The human fireworks in Qingyun Town are just the best memories hidden in Gu Yusheng's heart.
The memory that remains in his heart is his obsession.
This was also the thought behind his sword-fighting these years.
He was afraid that one day he would truly forget that figure who decided to leave.
There are many injustices in the world.
While drawing the sword, don't lose yourself and forget your original intention.
In the snow.
Gu Yusheng was looking for the old stonemason.
usually.
Gu Yusheng could occasionally see the staggering back of the old stonemason walking with the stone statue on his back.
In Gu Yusheng's heart, he was an old lunatic.
But when he really wanted to find this old madman, he searched for him in the wind and snow for a long time, but couldn't find him.
Unknowingly, Gu Yusheng had arrived at the official road on the outskirts of the town, and what he saw was the dilapidated Taoist temple.
Wisps of green smoke floated out from the sloping roof of the Taoist temple.
The air is filled with the aroma of meat.
Somehow, Gu Yusheng's hand subconsciously grasped the wine bottle at his waist, wanting to take a sip.
"well."
Gu Yusheng suddenly appeared in front of the Taoist temple.
"Mr. Fang."
When Gu Yusheng stepped over the threshold to take a look, he was so shocked that the old scholar Fang Qiuliang quickly picked up the earthen pot on the firewood and hid it behind him. Hot air rose from his back.
After a while, Fang Qiuliang's face turned red from the boiling hot pot of soup. He blew his hands with hiss, and then heard the pot squeaking, about to tip over.
Fang Qiuliang quickly turned around and covered the mouth of the earthen pot with both hands as a lid, looking stingy and embarrassed.
"You kid has a dog's nose. You come and go when you smell it. I didn't steal other people's chickens to eat. It was the chicken that didn't have eyes that killed it in my earthen jar."
When Gu Yusheng heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
Just like when I was ignorant, I saw my father and Mr. Fang reading classics together under the old locust tree. I didn’t know what they read, and I burst into laughter.
There is no reserve at all of a scholar.
Smiling and smiling.
The embarrassed Fang Qiuliang laughed wantonly and openly.
In the wind and snow, the traces etched by the years turned into ravine-like wrinkles on Fang Qiuliang's face, which were smoothed away little by little with a smile.
There were dots of black hair on his temples.
The young man in white clothes also had his head covered with frost and snow, and he laughed openly. Only then did he realize that he had not laughed so heartily in many years.
Fang Qiuliang pointed at the wine on Gu Yusheng's waist, twisted his beard and said:
"You can laugh a few times in your life, and you don't have to go back when you meet again after a drunken fight! Just buy yourself a pair of chopsticks. I just drank up all your wine in a while, so there is no need to cry!"
Fang Qiuliang took the bamboo wine glass that Gu Yusheng left on the shelf last time and moved his position so that Gu Yusheng could sit across from him.
Gu Yusheng took off the wine gourd from his waist, sat down in front of the fire pool in the windy and snowy ruins, and said boldly: "Old sir, don't worry, just drink it. I have a pot of wine. I once worshiped the immortal. This wine is for drinking."
Endless!"
Fang Qiuliang stared at the young man in white clothes in front of him through the wine that flowed as smoothly as silk thread, and said with disbelief:
"When it comes to bragging, you are much better than your father."