Sword Stirs the World

Shen Yifeng, Shen Jianxin's father, is not only the most skillful doctor in the four townships and eight towns, but also a famous doctor in the world.

Although he lives in seclusion in taohuaji, there are still legends about him in the world.

Shen Yifeng was shocked to see the beauty her son brought back.

"How did she get hurt? You tell me the whole story. " As soon as Shen Yifeng's face sank, his tone became heavier.

Shen Jianxin knew he couldn't bluff, and his father was not an outsider, so he told us what happened in the valley today in detail, only missing the passage of black riding Iron Guard. Then he took out the piece of iron that the old eunuch gave him and handed it to his father.

He was afraid that his father would not stir up trouble and refused to rescue the beautiful elder sister.

But Shen Yifeng, after listening to his son's words, pondered for a moment, threw the broken piece of iron back to him, and then said, "listen up, you two. Don't tell anyone about this! Do you understand? "

After that, Shen Yifeng took the pen and ink, picked up the pen and wrote a few lines, handed it to Shen Jianxin, and said, "tomorrow morning, you go to the drugstore to get the medicine. After you get the medicine back, you can boil three bowls of water into one and feed it to her. Xin'er has been working harder these days to take care of her sister. "

Shen Yifeng orders them to go down. The two children take orders and carry Zhang Yan to Feng xiner's room. They take good care of Zhang Yan.

To the "sword Road, when lightning for the front, the wind and cloud for e." Shen Jianxin's face was solemn, and he chanted word by word.

"The heaven is the body of the sword, the earth is the handle of the sword. It reaches the nine secluded springs at the bottom, and faces the Yuxiao sky at the top. It opens with Yin and Yang, and makes five elements. It is invisible when it comes out, but it is spiritless when it comes back. It is vertical and horizontal, and it looks down on all directions."

Before he knew it, Shen Jianxin thought deeply, as if he was not sitting by the river, but on the battlefield of immortals and demons, and he was at a loss when he drew his sword.

"Sword out, like thunder, heaven and earth are angry, all things escape!"

"The sword comes day by day, clear and turbid, breaking evil and eliminating evil!"

Shen Jian's mind is more and more fast, and his expression is focused to the extreme, and his heart is sincere.

This is a sacrificial passage written by him in the name of sword, which was on the rise in his private school last year. At that time, he was rated as Jie AO and difficult to teach by the teacher. He was not the material for reading.

Everyone is drunk, I wake up alone, the world is turbid, I clear alone. After that time, he would never go to a private school to study literature.

Strange to say, when Shen Jianxin put down his desire and didn't care about the change of the broken piece of iron, the broken piece of iron in his palm vibrated.

In the sound of the young man's chanting, a faint white light appeared on the broken piece of iron he held in his hand, getting brighter and brighter, and finally gradually disappeared into his palm.

When he came back to himself, he found that the broken piece of iron had turned into a pool of iron slag.

"No? How can I get so much strength? " Shen Jianxin was shocked.

For some reason, he felt that the broken piece of iron had not disappeared. What was broken was only the shape. The spirit in the sword seemed to have just merged with himself.

It was a very strange feeling, which was clearly unreasonable, but he could feel it.

Shen Jianxin held his breath, stretched out his five fingers and grabbed a fist sized pebble from the beach.

Five fingers, hold with all your strength.

The pebbles did not move, and the pain came from the fingertips.

Shen Jianxin frowned, put the pebble on the ground, closed his eyes and smashed it with one blow.

"Dong!" The next moment, Shen Jianxin's mouth cracked with pain, and he took a cold breath.

"It hurts!" Shen Jianxin looked at his red fists and couldn't laugh or cry.

Although the body clearly has a different feeling, but just can't show, this kind of mood is to the extreme.

"Is it an illusion? Or is there something I don't understand? " Shen Jianxin was lost in thought.

If it's an ordinary teenager, he will give up after several attempts with freshness. However, Shen Jianxin is obviously not such a person. Although he is usually smiling, once he gets out of the corner, he is always very persistent and will never stop until he reaches his goal.

Silently close five fingers, gather God to gather God, concentrate the whole idea to the edge of the palm.

Then, Shen Jianxin felt a sense of cold, and the meridians of his upper arm were springing and booming.

In a flash, he could no longer see his arm in his eyes, but vaguely saw a cold shining ancient sword, which exuded a sense of awe inspiring sword.

"Shua!" With Shen Jianxin's effort to chop, the pebble on the ground broke in response to the sound. The cut was smooth and neat, just like that of a sword.

"It's a success!" Shen Jianxin was so excited that he clenched his fist. It was hard to control his excitement.