My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 18 Do you want to practice swordplay?

After a long time, the old Taoist grinned and said, "It's been too long, I can't remember it for a moment."

The curious boy was actually a little amused and confused. He wondered whether he could not remember or did not want to say it. He was not stupid, so was there any need to make excuses?

The old Taoist said, "Xu Zhian, you did very well in your first fight with someone. I thought you would be scared, panicked, or even at a loss. I didn't expect that you would make the most correct fighting plan in the first place. This is very surprising to me."

After thinking for a while, the young man said, "At that time, I just felt that my body had endless power and a heat spread all over my body. If I didn't kill them, they would kill me, so I didn't care. But I didn't expect that I would be so powerful."

The old Taoist laughed: "You call this powerful? At most, you are just a little bit strong. Your current cultivation level is only the peak of the first level of the five levels of self-cultivation, the physical body level. You think you are powerful? If you meet a cultivator of the second or third level, you won't even have a chance to fight. For example, the kid next door to you is much more powerful than you."

The young man asked seriously, "Xia Shuyin? What realm is he in?"

The old Taoist chuckled: "He is in the middle stage of the meridians in the second stage of self-cultivation. I guess he must be at least in the late stage of the second stage at this time."

Xu Zhian smiled faintly and said, "I didn't expect him to be so powerful. What are the three realms after the second realm?"

The old Taoist said, "After the second realm, there are the third realm of the acupuncture points, the fourth realm of the spirit bones, and the fifth realm of the tranquility of the mind. After that, there are the four realms of the flying spirit that you mentioned."

The young man looked yearning, and then asked: "Old Taoist, what realm is Meng Yao's uncle in? Where is Yunhai Huancheng?"

The old Taoist dug his ears with his hands and said, "That guy is at the peak of the third level of the four realms of Yuanling, and can enter the fourth level at any time. As for where Yunhai Huancheng is, you will know it in the future. Knowing it now will do you no good."

The boy looked depressed after hearing this: "So that uncle is so powerful."

The old Taoist looked at the young man's depressed expression and scolded him with a smile: "Can't you think of something happy? Don't always look so gloomy. I, an old Taoist, have put all my wealth on you. You can't back down. If you don't become the best in the world, you will be sorry for the treasures I gave you to use."

The young man said seriously, "Old Taoist priest, why do you think so highly of me and treat me so well? I am very curious."

The old Taoist patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Because you are very good. You are the best boy I have ever seen."

As the old Taoist was speaking, he suddenly frowned and looked towards the west mountain. Then he smiled faintly and waved his finger. An ancient green sword appeared out of thin air and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Xu Zhian stood up and looked at Xishan's position, frowning and asked, "What's wrong with the old Taoist priest?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's okay, they are just a few thieves, don't worry about them."

Then the old Taoist looked up at the sky and said, "Xu Zhian, do you want to practice sword?"

Xu Zhian nodded quickly and said, "Yes! I dream about it!"

The old Taoist laughed loudly: "There are not many sword cultivators in this world nowadays. Do you know why?"

Xu Zhian shook his head in confusion. Seeing this, the old Taoist sighed slightly and said, "Because sword cultivation is too hard, and pure sword cultivation is even harder. You need to condense the sword spirit all the time, and you also need to nourish the sword and accumulate spirit, and even finally reach the state of godhood. The degree of hardship is no less than improving cultivation. But under the same realm, pure sword cultivation is far better than other practitioners."

Xu Zhian was puzzled and asked: "What is the difference between a sword cultivator and a pure sword cultivator?"

The sloppy old Taoist took a sip of wine and said, "Just because you carry a sword doesn't mean you are a sword cultivator. The sword cultivator here refers to pure sword cultivators. Pure sword cultivators use their bodies as swords and use swords to enter the Dao. They can be called great sword immortals. Ordinary sword cultivators use swords as weapons and use their own cultivation to enter the Dao. They can only be called great sword saints. Even if their own cultivation reaches the immortal realm, they are only small sword immortals."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the flying sword that had disappeared before flew back again. The old Taoist waved his hand, and the flying sword shook its sword body as if it had spiritual power, making bursts of sword sounds, and he was very happy.

At this time, in a valley, a young man in black, covered in blood, staggered down the mountain, looking back from time to time, as if something was happening behind him that made the man in black very frightened.

It didn't take long for the man in black to arrive at a mansion. He knocked on the door and entered the yard.

In a bedroom in the mansion, the middle-aged man looked at the young man lying on the bed with a haggard face, and then said to the middle-aged woman who was sobbing beside him: "Don't cry, Bei'er is gone."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he staggered a little. The three greatest sufferings in life are losing one's father in childhood, losing one's spouse in middle age, and losing one's son in old age.

And now that he has lost his son in middle age, it must be a big blow to the man in front of him.

At this time, the gray-clothed butler came in and whispered something in the middle-aged man's ear. The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he stood up and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the hospital gate, he saw an injured man in black leaning against a stone pillar in the corridor.

When the man in black saw the middle-aged man coming, he immediately got up. Perhaps because his movements were too large, he started coughing.

"Master, I am incompetent, please..."

The man in black was stopped by the middle-aged man before he could finish his words.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Tell me what happened in detail."

The black-clothed man trembled and his face turned pale. "Master, we have encountered an immortal! Just... just when we arrived at the grave of the boy's parents, a flash of sword suddenly killed all of us brothers. It seemed that the man deliberately let me come back and just knocked me down the hillside."

The middle-aged man looked at the still trembling man in black and frowned: "Have you seen what that man looks like?"

Man in black: "I didn't see anything, only a flash of sword light!"

The middle-aged man asked again: "Have you told Lord Zhao?"

The man in black replied, “Not yet.”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and the man retreated.

At this time, the gray-robed butler asked, "Master, should we inform Lord Zhao?"

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face. "Don't worry, let Lord Zhao find out the strength of that little bastard first. It seems that this little bastard has found a backer from the sect. No wonder he dared to kill my son. Butler Sun, have someone keep an eye on the corner alley for me. Report any situation to me."

The old man in gray answered yes and turned and walked out of the backyard.

At this time, in a restaurant on Duya in Yancheng.

"After sitting in the carriage for a whole day, my waist is about to break. Senior Sister Li, how long will it take for us to reach Qixia Mountain? If I sit in the carriage for a few more days, I might die on the road before I reach Qixia Mountain. Can you bear to let such a lovely junior brother of yours die like this?"