The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 118: Sword Intent hidden in words, Dongdou Xingguan

"These writing..."

Su Ting whispered, "Is it written by fingering?"

His eyes were solemn, and his true energy flowed into his eyes.

He looked at the writing on the slate.

That's the way of the sword.

The person who writes uses the sword finger as the tip of the pen, uses mana, and also uses sword intent.

Su Ting looked at these lines of text, his expression gradually changed.

He already understood in his heart that this was the chance for the Taoist priest to stay.

Although the remaining sword intent of Gu Jianyuan, a master of swordsmanship in the past, was taken away by that Taoist, this Taoist turned the sword intent into his own use, so he used the sword intent to write this passage.

This text contains the sword intent that Ge Zhengxuan himself comprehended!

……

"In the past, my master gathered the sword intent here, and now Xiaodao retracts the sword intent, it is also a cause and effect of fate, don't blame the latecomers."

"Besides, in the sword pavilion, there is no sword intent, only the remaining aura, but those who are destined may be able to realize some chances from the remaining aura."

Su Ting looked at the words above, read aloud softly, and secretly said: "Those who are destined, may they be able to understand the fate from the remaining breath?"

"Sure enough, there is something in the words."

Su Ting didn't notice anything about this sentence, but now it seems that this Taoist named Ge Zhengxuan consciously took away the opportunity in the Jiange, and felt a little guilty, so he left the opportunity for later generations.

But he didn't make it obvious, he just mentioned it a little bit.

If some people's eyes are higher than the top, and they disdain the so-called residual breath, that's fine.

But some people are willing to stay, and after a little comprehension, they can detect the sword intent contained in the words.

Su Ting secretly said: "This Ge Zhengxuan is really a gentleman. After taking away the sword intent, he still left a chance for a studious person like me."

Thinking this way, he watched and pondered carefully.

Although he is not walking the path of a sword fairy, but he is now practicing the magic sword, he is indeed using the ability to refine the sword.

In addition, Tianlei Sword Finger and other techniques also require his understanding of the way of the sword to become more powerful.

He immersed himself in it, and his understanding gradually deepened.

……

Time passed bit by bit.

About half an hour passed.

Su Yue is just outside the attic, waiting quietly for Su Ting.

And she was holding a bright pearl in her arms, and a magic talisman in her hand.

Su Ting had explained that if something happened, he would immediately wrap the talisman with pearls and call out the giant warrior.

So she dare not slack off.

It's just that she is very curious about this pearl.

The whole body of this pearl is white, smooth and moist, which is lovely, and what makes people feel dreamy is that this pearl can be transformed into a warrior, like a heavenly soldier.

Su Yue looked at the bright pearl in her bosom with frown, her daughter's heart, she would never get tired of seeing this beautiful thing, and she was quite happy in her heart.

But after half an hour, she also waited for a long time, put Mingzhu in her arms, and waited quietly for Su Ting to come out.

The wait is always long.

But she waited for Hou Su Ting very patiently.

"It didn't come out immediately, obviously Xiaoting got a chance."

Thinking of this, Su Yuexin became more and more happy.

……

At this moment.

Mountain trail.

A burly figure was walking on the mountain path.

This figure has a hulking back and a heavy waist, walking steadily, like an iron tower.

But he was lowering his head, holding a dilapidated ancient book in his hand, walking slowly on this mountain road.

"800 years ago?"

"Gu Jianyuan, the Sword Immortal of the Kingdom of Shu...was enshrined as a god after his death, and now he is one of the stars in the heavens.

"What is recorded on it?"

The youngest of the Ding family frowned tightly, as if in deep thought.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but his kung fu is advanced, and he has encountered many people and troubles. In recent years, he has seen some magic spells, but he doesn't have the so-called ability to move mountains and seas. The tricks are so-so, they can't withstand his three punches and two kicks, and they die.

But in that Jiange, there is indeed a bit of charm, which can make him understand.

However, in his opinion, although the deep meaning contained in this is extraordinary, it is not as unattainable as a fairy.

Thinking about it before, the fierce aura in the sword pavilion was probably left by the previous generation of martial arts masters.

But in the past two days, he failed repeatedly, failed to break through the great master of martial arts, and felt irritable, so he went back to the mansion and found many ancient books about Jianshan. The idea seems to be wrong.

"Kungfu has reached my level, and it's nothing more than cracking stones."

"In the eyes of foolish people, that is also a method like a fairy."

"Most of the gods in ancient times were people with high martial arts skills."

"This Gu Jianyuan 800 years ago was also a great master of martial arts, but for hundreds of years, the more he passed on, the more he became a god, and he became a god."

That's what he was thinking at the moment.

And he thought so since he was a child.

But in the past two years, I feel more and more strange in my heart.

"800 years... It's too long. Even the traces of the so-called great martial arts masters should have been wiped out long ago. How can they remain today?"

"Could it be that those who have achieved great martial arts masters here in the past will leave their sword intent for future generations to observe?"

"So every time a generation of great masters is born, new traces will be left behind?"

"The remaining sword intent is left by the previous martial arts master?"

Following the speculation in his heart, he has come to the front of the cliff.

He stopped suddenly and was about to cross the cliff.

But when he stopped, he raised his eyebrows.

Because the surrounding rocks seemed to have collapsed, but in front of the cliff, there was a pile of rubble.

He didn't know what was going on, but he could sense that someone had set foot on this sword mountain.

The youngest of the Ding family clenched his fist slightly, showing a weird smile.

"I killed more than [-] people, most of them were internal strength masters. In the past few months, I killed people who practiced martial arts around me, and they were terrified."

"I didn't expect that there are still people who are not open-eyed, and they still want to climb the mountain and enter the pavilion to take my chance?"

"Forget it, maybe Ding should use killing to break through the shackles, and use blood to condense martial arts."

There was excitement in his eyes.

His heart was surging with passion.

Under his fierce reputation, he still dared to climb the mountain, probably because of his reliance.

No matter how bad it is, those who can cross this cliff will not be bad.

Is this another opponent who can fight with a few tricks?

……

In the Jiange.

Su Ting sat cross-legged, staring at the words.

He seemed to see a hand pointing at it like a sword, walking on the stone slab like flowing clouds and flowing water without showing any sharpness.

The stone slab is hard, but under the sword's finger, it is extremely soft, and marks are born with one stroke.

But seeing that the handwriting is floating and not sticking to fireworks, but looking closely at it now, it seems that there is a heavy meaning.

Quaint!

Thick!

The things these words describe are just appearances.

And the real meaning of the word is the meaning contained in the font!

That is sword intent!

"This sword intent..."

Su Ting secretly said: "It belongs to earth?"

With the rise of such thoughts, he has a clear understanding in his heart.

True Qi circulates, and the wind blows away.

The jade box placed in front of him suddenly opened.

I saw a box full of gold and jade water inside, with a ginseng plant on each side.

And under the jade box, a pitch-black iron knife lay quietly.

(End of this chapter)