The Only Sword Immortal in Great Tang

“Very good.”

Jiang Tingyun praised: “It seems that your swordsmanship has not fallen.”

Not only did it not fall , Jiang Tingyun even feels that her swordsmanship has become more refined. It can be seen that she has also worked very hard during this period of time.

“Really?”

Hearing this, Zhang Wenruo looked away a little embarrassedly.

“Um…”

Jiang Tingyun nodded, then he thought about it, and then asked: “Then inner Qi…do you have any clues?”

“not at all…”

Speaking of this, Zhang Wenruo became frustrated at once: “I can’t get the idea at all, and even, sometimes I doubt it, in this world , Is there really such a thing as inner Qi?”

Isn’t all this just her wishful thinking?

hearing this, Jiang Tingyun slightly startled, and then said with a smile: “Why not? Look, didn’t I practice inner Qi?”

Said, he With a flick of his fingertips, the cup in front of him quivered a little, and the tea made a few ripples, reflecting a few broken streams of light.

Zhang Wenruo stared at him closely. After a while, she murmured: “Master, you really are not immortal?”

Master’s so-called inner Qi, isn’t it actually Immortal Technique?

He just lied that it was inner Qi just to make himself less surprised?

Is that thing really cultivation for mortals?

Jiang Tingyun hearing this, shook the head a little funny: “What are you talking about? Of course I am not immortal…”

When he said this, his words Suddenly, I remembered one thing-he is a transmigrator, and transmigrator, in a way, can really be said to be immortal.

He has already had this idea.

What he thinks now is, is there any relationship between the fact that he can cultivation the inner Qi and his being a transmigrator?

Seeing his expression, Zhang Wenruo was also startled, and then surprised: “No way? Master, are you really immortal!!?”

She stood up all at once. When I got up, the eyes looking towards Jiang Tingyun were full of incredible.

“Don’t interrupt! And, I’m really not immortal!”

Jiang Tingyun gave her a slightly angry look, then put her hand on her shoulder and put her Pressed it down.

“Oh…”

Zhang Wenruo had to sit down obediently and looked at him with wide eyes.

He frowns thought for a while, then glanced at her, and asked: “How did you feel when you were practicing inner Qi? Describe it carefully to me.”

“Um…”

Zhang Wenruo recalled for a moment, and then said: “I don’t know how to describe… It’s a normal feeling, right? I’ll do what you said , I closed my eyes, sat down cross-legged, and started to adjust my breathing. At first, it was a bit uncomfortable, but slowly, I got used to that feeling. I felt calm, I could only hear my own breathing… Master, this should be what you are talking about, right? Is there any problem with my practice?”

Zhang Wenruo cautiously asked.

Jiang Tingyun slowly nodded: “There is no problem, it’s just…”

Just, why can’t you practice inner Qi?

At that time, what was the difference between myself and her?

First of all, first eliminate the reason for the difference between the identity of the transmigrator and the aboriginals-not to say that the impossible is the main reason.

But, this is something that cannot be changed. Even if he proved that the reason why he can practice inner Qi is because of his transmigrator status, it will not have any impact on reality.

Therefore, don’t consider this issue for now.

What should be considered now is the difference between my state and mood at that time and her at the moment.

So, what kind of mental state was you at that time?

He recalled easily, what kind of person he was at that time — he was a very pure person at that time, and when he was on the mountain, he thought very little, that At that time, his life was only a sword and “Overlooking Sorrow Art”.

Furthermore, because he thinks that in this world, hero is a very common existence, he has high confidence that he can develop the mental method of internal strength.

And faith itself also contributes to this purity.

So, maybe, pureness is the key to being able to repair the internal strength?

Yes, there is a basis for this statement. The basis is that since I went down the mountain, I have never made any progress in internal strength and swordsmanship.

The reason why he stood still, maybe, was because he lost that purity?

The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that this is the reason.

Immediately, he looked towards Zhang Wenruo and said: “Perhaps, you should live on the mountain for a while.”

Zhang Wenruo hearing this startled, he did not understand this. Jiang Tingyun explained his thoughts to her.

“Is that so?”

Zhang Wenruo stared blankly, looked towards him with a verifying look-of course she hoped it was true, but there was still something wrong about it. Realism.

“Of course.”

Jiang Tingyun said with a smile.

In fact, he dare not decide whether his guess is correct or not.

The reason why he admitted this in such a positive tone in front of Zhang Wenruo is because he thought, this might increase her confidence.

If your guess is true, then confidence is also a very important part of it.

“But purity is not so easy…you want to be pure, first of all, that is, there is no worries.”

Jiang Tingyun murmured.

In order to let her have no worries, he took her back to Zhang Mansion on the same day, intending to confess Zhang Wenruo’s divorce to Prime Minister Zhang.

But when they arrived at Zhang Mansion, Prime Minister Zhang was not at home.

Zhang Wenruo had to take him first and returned to his small courtyard.

The two of them just sat down at the table, Jiang Tingyun smiled and asked Hong Yun who hadn’t seen him for a long time, and a familiar voice came in his ear.

“Brother Jiang, is it really you?”

At this time, Zhang Ji, who came after hearing the news, appeared at the gate of the yard.

Jiang Tingyun hearing this startled, and then stood up, said with a smile: “Brother Zhang, it’s me, what’s the matter?”

“……”

Zhang Ji didn’t speak for a while, but walked over quickly.

“Brother…”

Zhang Wenruo greeted him in a low voice.

“Hmm…”

Zhang Ji inadvertently agreed. Then, his gaze swept around the two of them quickly, and then his gaze fell on Jiang Tingyun. .

“Brother Jiang…is Wenruo’s Master?”

Zhang Ji looked incredible.

Immediately, before Jiang Tingyun could answer, he stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and said annoyed: “Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago. Wen Ruo just came back from Yang Province, and You also just left Yang Province… Besides, I think it is not common in this world to have a superb sword technique like Brother Jiang… I should have thought of it a long time ago.”