Chapter 42: The first entry into the Tibetan sword
Fighting with Sword Douluo day after day, Jiang Siming's understanding of swords has reached an unprecedented height, but he has never understood the second level of swordsmanship, the realm of hidden swords.
"Dirty old man, how did I find that being beaten by you is useless? Except for the skill of using the sword, the realm of swordsmanship seems to have stopped." Jiang Siming said complainingly, and the relationship between Jiang Siming and Sword Douluo after getting along for a long time
Getting closer and closer.
"Can you please give me some face? How old are you? How long did it take to break through to the first realm?" Sword Douluo couldn't help but said angrily. He had been playing with swords all his life before he could break through to the third realm.
"Who made me a genius!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but patted his chest and raised his eyebrows at Sword Douluo.
"Yes! If you are not a genius, then everyone in the world is useless. But what are you going to do in the future?" Sword Douluo couldn't help but ask.
In fact, in Sword Douluo's heart, he really wanted Jiang Siming to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Sword Douluo was aloof and had very few friends. Only Jiang Siming did not fear him and treated him equally as an ordinary person. Jiang Si
If Ming knew what he was thinking at this time, he would surely say proudly, "I have received an advanced equal education."
From another perspective, Jiang Siming can also be regarded as half a disciple of Sword Douluo.
"Me! I haven't thought it through yet. My life is like an accident, an inexplicable turning point." Jiang Siming stretched his waist and said pretending not to care. In fact, Jiang Siming was more like a man on the vast sea.
A huge cargo ship that has lost its direction is fully loaded with cargo, but it doesn't know where it has docked.
"What do you think of Rongrong?" Sword Douluo said with a wink.
"I said don't do it! I have a girlfriend!" Jiang Siming quickly refused.
"What? Isn't my Rongrong good enough for you? I'm looking for a beating!" Sword Douluo threatened fiercely.
"Tch, I'm so good, so what makes little girl worthy of me?" Jiang Siming said hard.
"Were you not so tough before?" Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes and said in a sinister tone.
"From now on, I'm so stubborn that you shouldn't believe me!" Jiang Siming said pretentiously.
With a "pop" sound, Jiang Siming appeared again, already on a tree dozens of meters away.
"You bitch old man, you are so cruel! You hurt me so much." Jiang Siming said with a grin on his face, pretending to be so realistic that he was struck by lightning!
However, Jiang Siming immediately felt something was wrong and jumped back to Sword Douluo's side.
"Dirty old man, how did you do that slap just now?" Jiang Siming asked curiously.
"Hey, I finally figured it out! I didn't expect that all my beatings on you before were in vain, all it took was one slap!" Sword Douluo looked at his own slap and said teasingly.
"The so-called second realm of swordsmanship is the mastery of the sword's will. Just like this slap, if I want to knock you away, I will knock you away. If you don't know me, just from the appearance, you know that I am a titled Douluo
"?" Sword Douluo waved his palm again.
"To master it and be able to use it freely does not mean that you should put away your energy. I have beaten you for so many days, but you are still the best in the world. It is the first step to advance, and the next step is to use your fingers as swords."
Douluo spoke word by word.
"Don't I use my martial spirit?" Jiang Siming felt a little strange.
"Sword training is also training people. No matter how sharp your sword is, what's the use of being weak? Has it left your martial spirit? Can't you release your sword intention?" Sword Douluo said seriously.
The two fingers were brought together, and sword energy and sword intent that were several feet long spurted out from the fingertips.
Jiang Siming drew the gourd as usual, with his two fingers together. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the sword intention in his body.
"Come out here!" Jiang Siming shouted violently. Two inches of sword intent appeared at his fingertips. Jiang Siming's face suddenly turned dark and he immediately became dissatisfied.
"Hahaha, kid, what is this? See if mine is big and long?" Sword Douluo said in a show off.
Jiang Siming looked at Sword Douluo's proud expression, and then looked at the sword intent on his fingertips, feeling confused.
"Okay! I don't need to beat you anymore. You have entered the second stage." Sword Douluo patted Jiang Siming's shoulder.
"Is this the end? Then you might as well tell me earlier that as long as the fingertips can release the sword intention, it will be considered as entering the second stage." Jiang Siming said with a dark face.
"You kid, you still don't appreciate it? Sword holders, you must not be cowardly. If I don't beat you, how will I know whether you are cowardly or not? If you cannot conquer your own sword in the third stage in the future, don't regret it when the time comes.
Yes." Sword Douluo explained.
"Just brag! You're just looking for an opportunity to beat me up." Jiang Siming had already admitted it in his heart, but he didn't admit defeat in words.
"I guess you have to leave too, right? Let me tell you my experience in the third stage."
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As the sun gradually sets, the old man and the young man still stay on the Qibao Glazed Sect campus.
"Dirty old man, you are half my master. Let me remind you to be careful about that prince." Jiang Siming took a deep breath of cigarette and said.
"Oh? Why didn't you tell Feng Zhi?" Sword Douluo said with some confusion, but he also had a cigarette in his mouth.
"That's all I've said. You can just keep your eye on the specifics. I'm an outsider after all. If I say too much, I'll become a lie." Jiang Siming said calmly.
Sword Douluo broke one of his arms when he attacked the Qibao Glazed Sect in Wuhun Palace. Jiang Siming was half a disciple of Sword Douluo and did not want Sword Douluo to make the same mistake again. The masters sent by Wuhun Palace at that time were just higher than those of Qibao Glazed Sect.
One. If it weren't for Tang San's hidden weapon, I'm afraid the entire Qibao Glazed Sect would have been destroyed.
Jiang Siming didn't believe there was no mole, it could only be Qian Renxue.
Three days later, Jiang Siming left the Qibao Glazed Sect.
"Uncle Ning, you two seniors. The younger generation has caused many disturbances, so I'll take my leave." Jiang Siming bowed and thanked you.
"Si Ming is so polite. I don't mind it. The door of Qibao Glazed Sect is always open for you." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile. He actually hoped that Jiang Siming could become his son-in-law.
"Then thank you Uncle Ning. Regarding the bullet related matters, I will definitely give Uncle Ning an answer within half a year at most."
"Okay. Then I'll just wait for the good news."
…
Jiang Siming did not take any detours and ran directly to Tiandou City.
"It's really lively. The Imperial City, which is full of costume dramas, is really weak compared to this one." Jiang Siming couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
"Drive! Drive! Get out of the way!" A shout attracted Jiang Siming's attention.
Several young men dressed in luxurious clothes and riding horses were galloping wildly in the downtown area in broad daylight.
"Dandy kid! Could it be that the plot of an urban novel is going to happen to me? I'll pretend to be a slap in the face and reach the pinnacle of life! Damn it!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think.