From the lines of this secret cultivation method, Shen Xiu also understood that the essence and blood of the monks and cultivators were used to nourish the sword.
He nourishes it with essence and blood every day, penetrates deep into the heart of the sword, and over time, it becomes in harmony with his own soul, thus achieving the power of wielding the sword as tyrannically as an arm-wielding follow-up movement of the heart.
Judging from the methods recorded in these records, it seems that this is not an orthodox cultivation method, but a different and heretical way.
The only thing is that its origin cannot be ascertained. Wang Xuefeng was grabbed and his throat was crushed that night. If he had any questions, he had nowhere to find out.
Taking Wang Xuefeng's Royal Envoy Sword, Shen Xiu looked at it carefully. This blood sword was not generous, but rather slender.
There is an indescribable delicateness all over my body.
The entire sword body is only three feet and three inches in length. It is forged from an unknown material. It is very hard and the entire body is a relatively deep dark green.
The hilt of the sword, the body of the sword, and even the sharp blade are also of such a deep color.
On the dark green sword spine, if you look down carefully, you can see some fine blood-red traces snaking up and down the spine, which looks like flowing blood vessels in the human body.
There is a faint bloody evil spirit.
Just looking at it with your eyes exudes a kind of permeating aura.
Although it is filled with a certain gloomy meaning, the fact that it can withstand several violent fist attacks from Shen Xiu without being broken or damaged proves the extraordinary toughness of this black sword.
After searching the street with sword-shaped eyes, Shen Xiu got up and returned to the courtyard of Yunji Pharmacy.
Putting the black sword on the table in the courtyard, he took out a thin needle and stuck it into his finger according to the method recorded in the sword-raising book, and then squeezed out a few drops of blood on the sword body.
A few drops of blood fell, and the tough black sword exuded a faint blush.
Then it was like a sponge absorbing water, absorbing the few drops of bright red blood.
Other than that, there was no other movement.
For the rest of the time, Shen Xiu practiced the exercises according to the records in the book on the art of raising swords. After a lot of trouble, he still couldn't establish the said induction. So far, Shen Xiu was not discouraged.
The practice of Kung Fu cannot be achieved overnight. The test requires continuous perseverance.
After this situation lasted for three days, Chen Xiu's spiritual platform suddenly trembled slightly, and finally had a vague connection with the black sword.
This connection is very thin and fragile. It appears intermittently and is no longer felt soon.
Stop talking about the so-called ability to control a sword.
But compared to the previous place, which was as motionless as a stone, this kind of progress is already much better.
A few days later, Baiyun Drug Store closed silently, and its personnel were missing. Things in Feng'an Town had come to an end.
Under this situation, Shen Xiu stayed for a few days. After finding that there was nothing else to do, he informed the shopkeeper Chen of the drug store, left Feng'an Town, and started to return home along Fengshan Road.
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The sky was dark, with dark clouds pressing overhead, and thick clouds as thick as ink and lead covering the entire sky.
The whole world has fallen into a dark and cold situation, which is extremely depressing for people's soul and human beings.
At this moment, rain as big as a soybean suddenly fell, and the heavy rain poured down. The crashing rain curtain obscured the sight, as if the sky had broken into a huge hole, and the raging river water of the heaven and earth poured out.
In the shallows of the river, a figure wearing a green shirt and carrying a long black sword flew past the lush weeds on the edge of the river.
The corners of clothes are flying, and the strong wind is hunting.
My whole body looked completely dry, as if I had not been affected by such heavy rain.
If you have good eyesight, you will be able to find that there is an imperceptible barrier an inch away from the person's flying figure, isolating the heavy rain from the barrier.
Look at this man’s face.
It is Shen Xiu who left Feng'an Town before.
After only two days away, we unexpectedly encountered such heavy rain. This was a scene that Shen Xiu never expected.
There is also the effect of this body-protecting energy that continues to appear. If not for this, I am afraid that the whole body will be soaked by the heavy rain.
But you can't last long if you act like this. The body-protecting Qi and the strength of this heavy rain obviously make this one of the few heavy rains in spring last longer.
It's also because Shen Xiu has a strong accumulation of zhenqi, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to persist for such a long time.
Even if it is like this, if an ordinary martial artist sees it, he will feel that it is extravagant.
After flying for a while, Shen Xiu continued on his way. It was raining heavily and the road was slippery and muddy, which caused considerable obstacles to the journey.
I feel a little tired after practicing so deeply.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky that was filled with black clouds. As far as he could see, there were still patches of black clouds rolling in, spreading and sweeping to nowhere.
There was no time to burn incense from just now, but the torrential rain at this moment shows no sign of shrinking, as if it will continue to fall like this without any end.
"It's time to find a place to take shelter from the rain."
Chen Xiu scanned all directions and continued to run north. After walking for a certain distance, the vague outline of a village finally began to appear in the darkness in the distance.
The rain curtain blocked the sky and the sun, and the distant scenery was not clear enough.
As the figure approaches, the village in the distance appears clearly before our eyes.
Chen Xiu took a closer look and saw some people gathered near the village near the turbulent river, wondering what they were doing.
As he approached, Shen Xiu discovered that an old black desk was strangely displayed on the edge of the riverbank amid the heavy rain.
On top of the desk, various sumptuous tributes such as pig heads, cattle and sheep were placed. At the same time, more than a dozen villagers knelt down behind the desk and kowtowed, not knowing what they were kneeling for.
It seems to be some religious ceremony, but it doesn't look like it.
Thinking that these should be the villagers in the village ahead, Shen Xiu also stopped and waited.
The ritual was still going on, and there were people on the side throwing generous offerings into the roaring river without any hesitation, and then continued to put things on the table, including all kinds of good meat and all kinds of rare fruits.
These tributes are probably also a lot of belongings in these village houses.
Put it on and throw it away, throw it away and put it on it again, the objects on the table stayed intertwined with each other, nothing was too strange, until finally, the man next to him picked up a food basket with a complicated expression.
There was something wrapped in a rag in the vegetable basket, and then Shen Xiu heard a cry. What kind of tribute was that? It was clearly a child who was not yet full-term or not.