The golden light of the scorching sun gradually dimmed, the silver moon shone brightly, and the clear light poured down. The swamps, grass ponds, and reeds in the distance seemed to be flowing with a thin layer of white frost.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the rising and falling sound of the Tianhe River. Zhikarizhen sat at the entrance of his mud cave, with his back against the haystack, staring at a group of grass mosquitoes flying under the moonlight, and pursed his lips. He was probably reincarnated.
Because he became a carp, he had an inexplicable desire to eat mosquitoes.
Because he was reincarnated as a carp, the three-killing machine sword Qi he practiced was gone. Zhikarizhen looked deeply into his body and found that the meridians and blood vessels in his body were different from those of the human body. They were more slender, circuitous and complex, showing a peculiar spindle shape.
Lock structure.
Fortunately, his sea of consciousness is still there, and the eight-winged golden cicada is hiding in the core. The thirty-six stars are constantly rotating, and their positions have undergone subtle changes, giving rise to a faint trend of stars all over the sky. What is even more mysterious is that the light of the stars is moving in a certain direction.
The extremely slow speed increases, as if echoing somewhere in the void, continuously drawing star power from it.
Threads of delicate starlight shot out from thirty-six stars, intertwined with longitude and latitude, shaped like a chessboard. From time to time, little starlight splashed out, fell on the sea of consciousness, and slowly melted.
Zhikarizhen was slightly startled. The stars in the sea of consciousness flickered and the waves seemed to have undergone unpredictable changes.
"Ah Zhen!" From a distance, Ah Guang flew over, the bamboo basket on his back swinging non-stop.
"Aguang." Zikakari raised his beard slightly. This was the instinct of his bloodline, which made him involuntarily get close to his own kind.
"Azhen, are you getting used to living in this mud cave?" Aguang asked with a smile.
"It's not bad." Zhikarizhen smiled bitterly. The mud cave was dark and damp, covered with moss, and had an unpleasant earthy smell. There were crawlers coming in and out from time to time. It was strange if you were used to living there.
"Uncle Meng asked me to bring you something." Aguang put down the full basket and took out the things one by one, "Hey, this is a bedding made of reed grass, and this is a clay pot for cooking meat and water.
This is the dry firewood I just chopped, this is the phosphorus stone for making fire, this is the armor woven from hemlock vines, these are the antler grass buns, these are the pickled dried earthworms, they are delicious... Look,
And this!" He gently pulled out a long and narrow sword from the edge of the basket and held it out to Shikari Makoto like a treasure.
This is a gray-white bone sword. The hilt, sword and sword body are all integrated. The texture is tough, and the blade is narrow and sharp. It emits a smooth and dangerous dark light. Zhikari really takes it in his hand, and the bone sword is as light as
There was nothing, a thick and chaotic evil spirit pierced through, and the palms of the palms couldn't help but feel numb.
"This sword is the most valuable treasure in the village! It was made by Uncle Meng when he was fighting in Tianhe, fighting desperately to kill a shadow shark demon, and using its spine to polish it with his own hands." Aguang looked at Zhihuizhen with envy, "Meng Meng
My uncle said that you have an indescribable energy in your body and that you are a born swordsman. He asked me to bring you this sword."
Jikari really let go of the hilt of the sword, closed his five fingers one by one, and grasped the hilt again. He repeated this several times to find the feel of holding the sword. The fingers of the carp were slender and long, the skin was soft and sensitive, but the joints were thick and bulging, and the muscles were linear.
Flows silently under the skin like mercury.
These are a pair of hands that are extremely suitable for holding a sword. They are both soft and dexterous, and full of elastic and explosive power. Zhikarizhen once heard Lao Ma mention that the sword cultivators of the Yu clan are like this. Just to polish a pair of sword-holding hands, they need to
It took ten years of hard work.
Zhikarizhen raised his arm, and the bone sword vibrated with a "buzz". He stepped forward and made a simple straight thrust. At the same time, the meridians and blood vessels in his body also stretched according to the situation, and matched with the limbs.
Attack unity and release all your energy in an instant.
Zhikari was really surprised. This body was far more suitable for practicing swordsmanship than the original body. It was like the Yu tribe was born with the qualifications for sword cultivation. If you think about it carefully, the Carp tribe belongs to fish, and the Yu tribe belongs to birds. Fish fly in the deep sea, and birds fly in the deep sea.
Shooting in the sky, fish and birds are equally free and carefree, and their flying trajectories are agile and hard to find, like mysterious textures looming between heaven and earth.
Is that why the oldest writings of the Wu tribe are shaped like birds and fish?
He thought more deeply that the Yu Clan could create the supreme secret book of swordsmanship, "The Feathering Sword Book", so what about the Carp Clan, would they have similar swordsmanship books? He has been looking for a sword that can not only improve the physical body, but also
Unfortunately, the techniques that fit the way of swordsmanship were not found in the Hou Mansion, so what about here?
"Wow, Ah Zhen, your thrusts are quite impressive! No wonder Uncle Meng said you have talent!" Ah Guang felt itchy at the sight, and he also took out the soft green vine sword from his waist and launched a series of straight thrusts.
"When I used to practice thrusting swords, my shoulders and arms were always unstable, so Uncle Meng asked me to practice soft swords instead."
Zhikarizhen asked: "Will Uncle Meng teach us swordsmanship?"
Aguang shook his head: "Uncle Meng will guide us in sword practice, but he will not teach us sword skills directly. Uncle Meng said that every carp is different, and the swordsmanship that suits him will not be the same. Carp wants to get a sword that fits him well.
To use this method, you must hunt wild beasts, evil spirits or rare treasures, and trade them with the ancient spirits wandering between heaven and earth in exchange for unique sword skills."
Zhi Shou was really stunned: "What is the ancient spirit?"
"Ancient spirits are mysterious beings that are visible and intangible. Some of them look like humans, some look like monsters, and some don't look like anything else... Just light the wood and pray sincerely, and the ancient spirits will appear!" A Guang
After gesticulating and explaining for a long time, he suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead, and shouted in annoyance, "Oh, I almost forgot, Uncle Meng asked me to teach you how to condense the sword embryo! Hurry up, the moon is in full bloom now.
, is the best time to condense the sword embryo."
"Sword embryo?"
"That's right! Only when the sword fetus is condensed can the sword heart be developed. Only when the sword heart breaks out of the fetus can the swordsmanship be considered successful. At that time, we can leave Yantang Village and head towards the Fire Lotus Abyss!" Zhi Shouzhen was stunned again when he heard the words. Qingfeng said: "For swordsmen, sword moves are the last, sword power is the most important, sword intention is the first, and sword heart is the foundation." In addition to sword moves, sword power and sword intention are the most important.
, the sword's heart is an intangible thing that can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. Especially the sword's heart is the most illusory and difficult to describe. At best, it is the experience of the sword in Aguang's mouth. But when it comes to Aguang's mouth, the sword's heart seems to have become
As long as you practice hard, you will have something tangible at your fingertips.
He really couldn't believe it.
"Quick, Ah Zhen, come with me!" Ah Guang happily pulled Zhikarizhen and walked to the nearby pond.
All around, the moon was bright, the water was as bright as a mirror, and the frogs croaked intermittently. Zhiqi Zhen followed A Guang's instructions and jumped into the pond. He leaned over and immersed himself in the water, stretching his limbs naturally, using his arms as fins and his legs as his tail, like
A carp swimming in the waves.
"Inhale - exhale - inhale - inhale again - inhale for the third time..."
Following Aguang's instructions, the silver cheeks at the corner of Zhikarizhen's mouth opened again and again, breathing in a measured rhythm, and at the same time keeping his navel in mind, imagining the moonlight falling from the sky, like drops of sweet rain, dripping into his navel and penetrating into his body.