Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 11 Epiphany
A white light flashed in front of Shen Zhiyu's eyes, she closed her eyes, and felt the white light weaken after a while, opened her eyes and found that she came to a white space.

She looked around and saw an exquisite courtyard not far away.

Shen Zhiyu stepped forward curiously.

As she approached, the surrounding white scene gradually turned into a small valley. There are green bamboos planted in the courtyard, and there is no smell of fireworks.

After half a cup of tea, Shen Zhiyu walked to the door, and after thinking about it, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

There is a set of tea set on the stone table next to the green bamboo bushes in this courtyard. There is tea in the cups, and the water mist curls up.

There might be someone else.Shen Zhiyu thought carefully.

A gentle wind came out of thin air, and the door slowly opened with the sound of "quack".

"Come in." A clear and cold voice came from inside the door.

Shen Zhiyu clenched the spirit sword in her hand, raised her leg and entered.

After entering the door, the door closed by itself.

The room was extremely empty, empty and nothing was there. Walking to the center, I saw a huge picture of characters hanging on the wall facing the door. There was only one character on it, flamboyant and flying. Just looking at it gave people A sharp feeling.

At the bottom of the picture is a square, with a futon on it, and a man wearing a broad avenue robe sitting cross-legged on it, because she is sitting with his back facing the gate, so she can't see his appearance.

The man sitting on the futon didn't move, but turned around to face her, a handsome face with clear eyebrows appeared, his demeanor was cool and majestic, and he had a convincing aura around him.

Shen Zhiyu took a closer look and found that the futon the man was sitting on was suspended about an inch above the ground.

She was a little cautious, "I have seen... Senior."

"Don't be restrained, just sit down and answer."

The man waved his hand, and a wooden chair appeared beside Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu sat down as promised, she lowered her head, secretly observing this strange male cultivator.

The male cultivator's cold eyes fell on Shen Zhiyu, his eyes softened slightly, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked kindly: "What's your name?"

"Back to the seniors, the junior's name is Shen Zhiyu. If you know it, you know it, the jade of jade." She replied softly.

"Not bad name," Nanxiu smiled slightly, he looked at Shen Zhiyu, "Do you know who this seat is?"

Shen Zhiyu shook her head, "I'm new to the world of practice, and I have little knowledge, so please tell me, senior."

"This seat is a sword cultivator, Taoist name Xuanjizi."

Xuanjizi?
Shen Zhiyu had some guesses in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

"When the seat left the Enlightenment Realm in the past, he left behind a spiritual consciousness, hoping to choose a disciple of Xuanji to take over the inheritance of this seat and inherit the mantle of this seat."

Shen Zhiyu was puzzled at first, then surprised, and finally became so excited that she stuttered, "Senior...Senior, what do you mean?"

"After so many years, you are the first disciple who meets the conditions to trigger the restriction. The Xuanji sword finally has a new master." Xuanjizi looked relieved, and he gently stroked the ground, his eyes revealing memories.

Shen Zhiyu felt as if she was dreaming, a little in a trance, like a fantasy.

fantasy?yes!She is now being tested in the middle of her mind!

Shen Zhiyu suppressed the excitement in her heart and forced herself to calm down.But she still had some expectations in her heart.

Seeing her quickly calm down, Xuanjizi couldn't help feeling a little more satisfied in his heart. He pointed at Shen Zhiyu's eyebrows a little further away, but just as he was about to inject the inheritance into her sea of ​​consciousness, a sharp sword energy burst out from her sea of ​​consciousness. He came out and smashed his spiritual power to pieces.

"Huh?" Xuanjizi looked down at her fingertips that had become transparent, and was very surprised.

He once again swung a wave of spiritual power, gently enveloped Shen Zhiyu's body, and after searching for a while, he understood a little.

"...Is that so?" Xuanjizi dissipated her spiritual power and fell silent.

Shen Zhiyu sat silently, feeling uneasy.

After waiting for a while, Xuanjizi finally spoke, "Shen Zhiyu, you can't take over the inheritance of this seat."

Sure enough.

Although Shen Zhiyu had expected that this might be a test, she still couldn't help being disappointed and sad. After all, the feeling of falling from heaven to hell in an instant was very uncomfortable.

Xuanjizi looked at her, knowing that she might have misunderstood, but did not explain.

However, although it is impossible to accept his inheritance, it is also a blessing that the Xuanji Sword Sect can accept such a talented disciple.

"Although you can't become the successor of this seat, are you willing to worship Xuanji and become Xuanji's disciple?"

Shen Zhiyu opened her eyes wide, did she pass the test?
Raising her head, she saw Xuanjizi looking at her with a smile, she nodded quickly and said: "If you want to go back to the senior, the disciple is willing."

"In that case, you are Xuanji's disciple." Xuanjizi's face became serious, "You have excellent sword repair talent, and you have a good spiritual root, so you are extremely talented, but remember to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and don't be greedy." Don’t be overjoyed if you advance in merit.”

Shen Zhiyu stood up, cupped his hands and saluted, "Yes, disciple, remember."

"Go out." Xuanjizi waved her sleeves and sent her out of the sword spirit space.

Shen Zhiyu only felt that his body was floating in the air, with nothing to rely on.

It didn't take long for her to feel her body was fixed, her feet landed on the ground, and a light appeared in front of her eyes, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She saw a faintly glowing sword order floating in front of her, and when she raised her eyes again, she saw Zhou Ying looking at her with a smile not far away.

The sword order floated unsteadily towards her, Shen Zhiyu reached out to take it, and looked around.

She did not know when she had come to the end of the road of asking her mind, and she was standing in a square in the middle of a huge mountain peak.

The square covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of meters and is paved with bluestone slabs. In the center stands a stone statue with a height of [-] meters.The stone statue is a lifelike man, wearing a large robe and a child hat, but holding a slender sword in his hand, looking heroic.

Shen Zhiyu looked intently, and found that the face of the man on the stone statue was exactly the Xuanjizi she had seen in the illusion.

"Junior Sister Shen, congratulations on passing the mental test and officially becoming Xuanji's disciple." Zhou Ying walked to Shen Zhiyu's side.

When Shen Zhiyu was about to reply, the aura around her suddenly became agitated, forming one vortex after another around her, and the aura from hundreds of meters nearby rushed towards Shen Zhiyu, and then gathered around her body into a misty light mist, scrambling to sink into her in the body.

Zhou Ying was startled at first, but soon realized that Shen Zhiyu had an epiphany!
She glanced at Shen Zhiyu with some envy, then backed away a little distance to avoid disturbing her, and at the same time sat beside her to protect her.

　On the pinnacle of life?That is impossible!Hahahahaha
　　
　
(End of this chapter)