The notice from the outer sect steward gave Wang Xuan a hint of something unusual. Normally, since he had just entered the sect, there would be no tasks assigned to him in a short period of time.
I wanted to ask Master, but after hesitating for a while, I didn't go.
Speaking of this outer door, it's actually quite good. Basic meals are guaranteed and it's free.
You can only ensure that you are not hungry. If you really want to eat well, you have to go to the market and pay for it yourself.
I patted my belly and returned to the hut.
The space in the room is quite large, almost more than ten feet in length and width. There is still a lot of room left for a bed.
Sit cross-legged and take a deep breath.
Turning over with his left hand, a secret book appeared in his hand.
"Nian Hua Sword Technique."
The Qingfeng Sword Technique he learned before was of the lowest level, that is, low-grade yellow level.
Now this flower-handling sword technique must be at least yellow level.
Generally speaking, martial arts and martial arts are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow, and each level has three levels: upper, middle and lower.
This is what Wang Xuan knows so far. As for the things above, that is not something he can know.
Nianzi means holding an object between two or three fingers.
The flower picker can hold the petals with his fingers and fly the flowers to pick people. He aims to use cleverness but not gravity to defeat the enemy with dexterous and changeable moves.
Open the secret book and study the key points carefully until you understand them clearly.
Close your eyes and simulate it several times in your mind.
After a long time, he exhaled suddenly.
Holding the hilt of the sword, he slammed the chair with his left hand, and his whole body rose into the air.
The long sword thrust out like gusts of wind, and it seemed like a man of letters was splashing ink in the air.
In an instant, a sword flower emerged out of thin air, like an ice lotus in the snowy mountains, crystal clear and containing fierce murderous intent.
"Admiring yourself alone!"
With a sharp shout, the sword flower flew out diagonally as the sword pointed.
When it hit the ground, a big crater was instantly created.
There was an explosion and dust flew up.
Looking at the big pit, Wang Xuan showed a faint smile on his face.
"Have you finally mastered Nian Hua Sword Technique?"
For him, what he knows is that martial arts generally have four realms: Beginner, Small Success, Dacheng, and Perfection. As for whether there are any later ones, he doesn't know.
The noise seemed to alarm the people nearby, and soon someone knocked on the door outside.
He looked stunned and slowly walked to the door. When he opened the door, he found a man with a Chinese character face.
"Well, junior brother, it's best not to practice sword practice in residential areas, because it will affect others."
When the man with the Chinese character face saw Wang Xuan dressed as a blind man, his expression froze. He hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
"Okay, thank you, senior brother."
"If you want to practice swordsmanship, there is a martial arts performance field nearby. You can go there and have a look. If... if you don't mind, senior brother, I can take you there. By the way, my name is Du Ming."
"My name is Wang Xuan. Thank you Senior Brother Du for your kindness. I want to take a rest first."
"Okay, if you need help in the future, just call me Senior Brother and I will live next door to you."
Hearing Wang Xuan's polite refusal, Du Ming wisely said nothing more and turned to leave.
If it is the first time you meet someone, but if you open your heart and soul, this kind of person is either a fool, or he has other agendas.
Looking at Du Ming's leaving figure, Wang Xuan looked thoughtful.
He closed the door and returned to the bed without saying anything.
Turning over his left hand, a bronze mirror appeared in his hand.
When I pulled off the strip of cloth, I found that there were still two holes. The eyelids had grown back completely.
"Oh, it would be nice if I could have eyeballs, even if they are fake ones. The way the blind man is dressed now is really strange."
A long sigh, after all, it was a bit whimsical.
I found a piece of clean white cloth and tied it up again.
He rubbed the Nianhua Sword Technique in his hand. Since Du Ming said not to practice swordplay in the house, he could practice it secretly without making any noise.
Study it carefully and understand each word.
In his mind, he gradually practiced a complete set of sword techniques.
Human power is limited, but thinking is unlimited.
Once you feel comfortable with it, practice it in the house.
Without the strength, the whole person is like dancing, sometimes doing slow movements. If other disciples see it, they will probably laugh out loud.
In the room next to him, Du Ming, the face of the country, looked in the direction of Wang Xuan's room, deep in thought, motionless.
He has an upright face and is not angry but proud of himself.
Seemingly discovering something, he quickly put his ear to the wall and listened.
After a long time, he finally heard some movement.
"I'd better go report it, but..."
He walked to the door and was about to open it, but he hesitated.
Unconsciously, he recalled the scene he just saw in his mind, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
"It's just a blind man, why are you targeting him?"
Subconsciously he threw the bag in his hand and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, it seemed that the mouth of the bag was not tied properly, and a shiny object fell out of it. It rolled on the ground a few times and stopped.
"The spirit stone is a good thing, but it's a pity that it seems a bit embarrassing to take it. Forget it, Junior Brother Wang, I hope you can take care of yourself."
After thinking about it, I didn't walk out the door after all.
At the same time, a man dressed in purple was secretly looking at Wang Xuan's house from a distance. When he saw Du Ming knocking on Wang Xuan's door, he seemed to have thought of something, but he did not take any other action.
On the other side, a man in white clothes was also hiding in a place where Wang Xuan's house could be seen. Naturally, he could also see the hiding place of the man in purple clothes.
"Hey, Mr. Zhan, don't think about eating alone. I will keep an eye on you."
Of course, Wang Xuan would not know about the people watching outside.
After entering the sect, I always felt a little weird, as if there was a mastermind behind the scenes who was waiting for him to fall into a trap.
As the sword was swung, his whole body felt relaxed as never before.
It was a hearty feeling, with a satisfied smile on his face.
If he hadn't figured it out, he would be close to Xiao Cheng with his flower sword technique.
"Liu Changqing, Liu Changqing, you can let people dig out my eyes and destroy my cultivation, but you underestimate my ability to comprehend. Just wait, one day, you will regret it. I believe that day
It’s not too far.”
Taking advantage of the bathtub and clean water in the house, he washed himself, then changed into clean clothes, and prepared to go shopping in the market.
In the middle of the city.
The Blood Sword Sect has thousands of outer disciples, which is itself a huge consumer group.
There are also many who are not outer disciples, and the base of these people is even larger. After the Blood Sword Sect built Fang City, many businessmen sensed huge business opportunities and started doing business in Fang City.
Jian Zong Restaurant is the largest restaurant in Fang City. It is said that the owner behind it has the shadow of a senior sect member, but no one has done any research.
Walking on the street, looking at the lively scene, it is much more prosperous than Xuanyang City.
People are coming and going, and traffic is busy.
Suddenly, Wang Xuan's expression under the bamboo hat changed slightly and he turned around suddenly.
"Eh? Senior Brother Du, are you coming to the market to have fun too?"